Her Professor Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Her Professor Ch. 08

"... that's it, open your eyes. There we go. You're alright" An unrecognizable voice greets me as I gain consciousness. Everything's blurry and I can't figure out what's going on, or where I am. "Say something if you can hear me." The best I can offer is a grunt. She gently caresses my face as she speaks. "Just relax, I got you." I nuzzle into her, feeling thankful for her soothing nature. "That's it. Remember, I keep you safe because you are mine." That's an odd thing to say. Where have I heard that before? The world instantly comes into focus as I look up to see my caregiver's face. "Hey, welcome back sleepy head."

In a panic, I roll off her lap and scurry backward across the room. "What's going on? Did you drug me?" I'm suddenly aware I am half naked, so I pull my shirt down to cover myself. "And where are my pants?"

"Drug you? Don't be silly Willy." She snickers at her rhyme. "I can already make you do whatever I want without drugs. You seriously don't remember what happened?"

I try to remember but come up with nothing. "I don't."

"Well, you aren't wearing pants because you were in the middle of humping my gym bag when I arrived. Then your neighbor Sarah stopped by for a visit and you got so turned on by her seeing your little thing that you passed out. Any of this ringing a bell?"

I look at the couch and see the lotion. "Wait, I wasn't humping your gym bag, I was smelling it while I jac..." Fuck my life! Did I seriously just admit to that?!

Veronica ...

... couldn't look happier. "Oh, and I suppose you think that's somehow less pathetic. I knew you wanted to fuck me, but diddling yourself over clothes just because they touched my body is obsessive." No need for me to respond, my flushed cheeks communicate everything running through my head. She slowly walks towards me shedding the look of disgust and replacing it with a sensual one. "Come on Will, just admit you want nothing more than to be my bitch." Her expressive annunciation of the word 'bitch' makes the insult almost ... sexy. The click of her heels echoes throughout the room with each step steals my attention. Click ... click ... click. I stay silent. That is definitely not what I want, but I know it's best if I stay on her good side. "Don't worry, I'm not going to order you to say it." click ... click. "It will happen eventually, and you will mean it with every fiber of your being." click. She stops directly in front of me and stares me in the eyes. I do all I can to keep my eyes locked on hers as a show of defiance, but look to the floor in a matter of seconds.

She remains silent and unmoving as if waiting for me to do something. I much prefer staring at her shoes than looking up to see the smug look likely plastered on her face. A hazy and distorted image of her lower body stretches across the reflective service of her shoes. The red dress hem momentarily sways over her bare thighs as Veronica shifts her weight to her other foot. The frustrating realization that I would ...