Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"He tells me that he loves you," Dr. Blensch said.

The blonde felt a pang in her belly, a different kind of pang than with Velasquez, but a pang nonetheless. She knew that Paul loved her, had known for a long time, had used that love against him. Only in the last few days had she begun to realize the injustices she'd heaped on him.

"And you tell me that he hates me," the professor continued. "I will keep him, though, and you will lose him… because he hates me more than he loves you."

The idea of keeping or losing Paul had never really occurred to her before. She found it as confusing as the professor's convoluted logic. She felt that she had to respond in some way, though.

"If he loves me," she said, "he'll stay with me."

"No, he won't," the professor said. "He won't because you're going to tell him you don't want to see him again."

"What?"

"Afterwards, he'll come sniveling back to me," Dr. Blensch said, her eyes alight with an unholy radiance…

"I won't tell him that!"

"You'll tell him, all right," the professor said. "Or I'll blow the whistle on your little scheme against Dr. Bertrand."

Joselyn groaned.

"I'd tell you that your boss; Velasquez, would get dragged into the mess, too, but I know you wouldn't believe it. He's a very careful man. No, Joselyn, you're the one who will get burned if you don't do exactly as I say."

The blonde sagged back in the chair. She knew when she'd been had. She felt utterly sapped, drained of strength.

"You will do as I say?"

"Yes," Joselyn said.

"First of all, I want you to tell Paul that Velasquez has ordered you to stop seeing him, to move out of his apartment," the professor said. "Then I expect you to live up to those orders, to pack up your things and get out. I don't want you to have any more contact with Paul. If you see him in the hall; you are to pass by him without speaking. So far as he is concerned, you are to be head over heels in love with Velasquez. Agreed?"

Joselyn nodded. What the redheaded bitch was asking was going to hurt Paul terribly, she knew very well. She also knew that it would have the ultimate effect of putting the young even more deeply in his mentor's control and there was nothing she could do about it without risking the destruction of everything she'd worked so hard to build.

"I don't mind telling you, Joselyn, that you've been the source of considerable irritation and inconvenience to me," Dr. Blensch said, glaring at her.

The blonde wanted to make a snappy come back, to get at least one good zinger in, but she didn't have the heart for it. More than fighting back, she wanted to roll over and play dead.

"Your using up of Paul's energy has made him a lackluster performer. Why just this morning, I was all ready for him, I mean, ready… and he just didn't have it in him. I don't like being built up and then let down. It infuriates me. I work hard; I need my release. I have to have it, understand?"

Joselyn just sat there and stared.

"So, since it was you who deprived me of my pleasure earlier," the professor said, "by all rights, it should be you who provide it now."

"Huh?"

Dr. Blensch stuck her hand in her lab coat pocket and came out with something red which she tossed on the floor at Joselyn's feet. "Pick them up," she said.

Without thinking, the blonde obeyed. It was only when she actually felt the fabric, when she raised it to her lap that she realized what she held.

"My panties," the professor said, her cheeks showing a definite flush of rosy color. "Sniff them."

Then it was Joselyn's cheeks that were flushing. She looked from the wadded up panties to the professor's face, horrified at what the woman had asked her to do. "I… no, I'm not," she stammered. "I don't… not with other women."

Dr. Blensch tut-tutted her. "What you mean, darling," she said, "is that you haven't yet. There's always a first time for everything. Now, stick those panties up under that pretty little nose of yours and take a long whiff. I want you to have a sample of what you're going to get from me, something to whet your appetite."

"I… I can't," Joselyn protested.

"Do it or else!"

The blonde knew that Dr. Blensch wasn't kidding, knew that she had to obey. Her skin crawling, she raised the rumpled panties up closer to her face and inhaled. "Oh!" she gasped as the heady, funky fumes of the professor's pussy raged up into her nostrils. The effect on Joselyn's libido was startling. Though she had steeled herself against feeling anything at all, that pungent scent swept over all her defenses, made her heart pound sickeningly, made her mouth fill with hot slobber. She was stunned to realize that the odor of another woman's pussy was turning her on.

"Nice, isn't it?" Dr. Blensch said to the blushing girl. "Paul just can't seem to get enough of it, either. He can root about happily between my legs for hours on end. Go on, chew the crotch-band. Chew it."

Joselyn groaned.

"Chew it!" the professor demanded.

The blonde opened her mouth and took the narrow band between her lips. A horrible, wonderful quiver raced through her as she tasted the raw, stark flavor of the professor's cunt, as those powerful fumes seared her sinuses. She didn't understand what was happening to her, why she was feeling so, so excited by the degrading act.

"That's it, darling," Dr. Blensch said, reaching out and taking her by the hands, helping her to her feet, then over to the front of her desk. "You just bend over now, over the desk, that's it, you just keep on chewing while I undress you."

Joselyn whimpered into the panties which were now sopping wet from her saliva. The professor was unbuttoning her cut off jeans, pulling them and her panties down over her hips, her thighs, down around her ankles. She was crouched over the desk, clinging to it with both hands, naked from the waist down, naked and in full view of Dr. Blensch.

"Lovely, just lovely," the professor crooned, sliding her smooth fingers over the round, saucy cheeks of Joselyn's ass.

The blonde shuddered at the intimate touch, shuddered as much from pleasure as from shock. She couldn't seem to get enough air. It was like all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. And when she did breathe in, all she could smell was pussy, Dr. Blensch's pussy.

The professor slipped in behind the trembling girl, putting her hands flat to the sides of Joselyn's ribcage, then pushing them up, pushing the bottom of her tube top up, up and over the jutting mounds of her breasts. Dr. Blensch groaned as she cupped the succulent pears in her palms, as she pinched and pulled at the soft nipples.

"Ohhhhh," Joselyn moaned into the wet panties as she felt her nipples swelling, pushing out hard and hot against the expertly kneading palms.

The professor let go of her right breast and quickly reached back between their bodies, grabbing hold of the hem of her lab coat and the hem of her skirt, shoving them both up over her belly, then leaning forward, pressing her own, naked cunt right into Joselyn's ass.

The blonde let out a shrill wail as she felt the crisp hairs, the hot, wet lips of the professor's pussy rubbing into her buttocks. The sensation was unspeakably lewd.

"Easy, now, easy," Dr. Blensch said, once again clutching her breasts in both hands, once again mauling them hungrily, working the supple flesh under her fingers, pulling her belly tight to Joselyn's back, starting to grind her hips, to hump her cunt rhythmically against the firm buns.

"Oh! Oh!!" Joselyn gasped, realizing that the woman was masturbating against her. She could feel the hot pussy lips smooching apart as they slapped into her bottom, feel the heavy, slick lubricant smearing all over her ass. And the professor was plucking, twisting at her stiff nipples, making tickles of delight ripple down over her tummy.