Melinda Matson - A seductive student

Joselyn fought the urge to grin as she straightened up. She glanced at herself and saw what the professor saw that the crotch of her shorts, thanks to all the accumulated slobber and love juice and the stretching it'd received, had become nothing more than a thin ribbon of material, a ribbon that allowed the pink meat of her pussy and the soft fur that rimmed it to show on either side.

"Is something wrong, professor?" she said, her eyes wide with innocence.

"Uhh, no. No, of course not," he said nervously, showing her all of his white, even teeth.

"You had such a peculiar look on your face," she said, crossing her legs. Again, it was all she could do to keep from laughing. When she lifted her right leg up, the material of her crotch-band twisted to one side, giving him a look not just at the edges of her little pink cunt, but at the whole thing, from top to bottom.

His eyes dropped to take in the breathtaking view and remained there until after she crossed her legs and pulled the curtain down on the free show.

"Exactly why did you come to see me?" he asked, showing her not only teeth, but gum as well.

"I'm looking for an assistantship," she explained… "You're the most prominent professor in the department and your field is what I'm interested in doing my thesis in."

"Critical solution points?" he said, beaming at her.

Joselyn figured he'd be a sucker for a compliment. "That's right," she said. "I'm particularly intrigued by low temperature problems." In point of fact, she knew that it didn't matter a hoot what one's thesis was about so long as the co-author was well known.

"I hadn't really planned on taking on an assistant this term," he said. "I have too much data correlating to do. I wouldn't really have time to devote much attention to the assistant's project, I'm afraid."

Joselyn found herself getting mad again. She had prepared herself for everything but a rebuff… and that's what it appeared he was giving her. She had shown him what she had to offer and he had ignored the bait. Perhaps all he needed was a longer look.

"I don't know what to say," she told him, raising her right leg from across her left and putting her chin on her knee, her heel on the edge of the chair. Once more she let him see the tender pink meat of her vagina, plainly visible in the flared out leg aperture of her shorts. "I'd really hoped that you might take me on. I hate to go second best."

Velasquez stared right at her pussy, the skin of his face taking on a congested, reddish hue. He moistened his thick, sensual lips with the tip of his tongue.

She knew that the time to act was at hand. "What are you staring at?!" she said, in the same grating tone she'd used on Dr. Bertrand.

"Your cunt," Velasquez said. "Your sweet little cunt, what do you think?"

"Well, stop it!" she said, making no move to conceal herself from him. "You're a married man. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

The professor smirked at her… and kept right on looking.

"You're not going to get any of it," she said, nastily, "so there's no point in leering like that."

"Do you really think so?" he said, his dark eyes glittering.

"Do I think what?" she asked. He was making her feel extremely uneasy.

"That I'm not going to get any of it?" he said, pushing up from his desk.

Joselyn gasped as he stepped around it and came into full view, her hand instinctively leaping up to cover her mouth.

Like his distinguished colleague, Dr. Velasquez had sprung a boner and the front of his Bermudas and the rigid leg in particular showed the bulging evidence of it. What startled Joselyn so was the size of his organ. It was so long that it protruded out from the cuff of his shorts by a good three inches, practically touching his knee. And it was grossly thick. The turgid head, a dark, fiery red hue, was easily the size of her clenched fist and the stout shaft, laced with blue dark veins, was much more than her fingers could encircle.

"What are you staring at?" he said, mimicking her.

She jerked her gaze back up to his face, her cheeks suddenly burning with embarrassment.

"I think I'd better leave now," she said, reaching down for her book bag. Her fingers trembled as she touched the strap. She was terrified… and terribly excited.

Dr. Velasquez quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her. His mammoth cock was a scant foot from her knee. She couldn't help but look at it. It demanded her attention. She'd never seen anything like it before. It was too large, too gruesome, more like the cock of some lower animal, a horse or a bull. The slit in its blind, featureless face was a vast vent, fully half an inch in length. She was sure that no human vagina could contain such an engine. She started to push to her feet, but Velasquez put a hand on her shoulder and shoved her back into the chair.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said.

"Out of here," she told him. "I'm not impressed by your friend."

"Really? That's a shame," he said, massaging her shoulder as if he owned it. "Because my friend here was mighty impressed with what you had to show him a minute ago. I think he'd like to take a close up look at it, a kind of inside look."

"You're even sicker than your reputation makes you out," she said. "Dr. Demento."

"Cut it!" he snapped, squeezing her shoulder hard.

"You're hurting me!" she whined, trying hard to twist away from his hard fingers.

"I'm going to do a lot more than this before I'm through with you," he said. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he slipped his other hand down into the front of her tube top and scooped out her breasts, mauling them greedily, pulling the nipples and tugging at them.

"Stop it!!" she cried. "Stop it or I'll scream for help!"

"Like hell you will!" he said, continuing to fondle the sweet, supple pears. "I know your type. I know the kind of treatment you're looking for. And you've come to just the right place for it."

Joselyn, consumed by fury and panic, struck out with her nails, raking them across the back of his pawing hand.

"Hell!" he croaked, jerking his hand back. Four bright red welts marked it.

Joselyn blinked at him, her heart thudding up under her chin. For the second time that afternoon, she felt the horrible tension in her belly, the pull of the conflicting desires that plagued her. Was he going to be the one she couldn't handle? The man who just took from her… and kept on taking? Or would she stifle him in the end, make him squirm on the floor for the privilege of kissing her ass? For an interminable instant, she hung there in limbo, unable to do anything but gawk. Then the familiar pattern surfaced, the dominant part of her personality. Even as she did it, she knew she was making a grave error, but she couldn't stop herself. She laughed at him, a cruel braying laugh.

Velasquez growled and swung on her, landing an open handed blow right alongside her face that snapped her head to the side. She groaned at the sharp impact, at the sudden flurry of twinkling lights in her skull, and then the hurt engulfed her face, washing over it in a red wave.

"You rotten little cunt!" he raged, raising his hand again, bringing it smashing down on her other cheek.

Joselyn tried to cover her face with her hands, to defend herself from the brutal assault, but it did no good. He ignored her covering hands, slapping them aside as he hit her over and over. Long before he finished, she was bawling like a baby, and hot, salty tears were running down her reddened cheeks down her throat and over her breasts.

No one had ever treated her like that before. No one had ever dared to raise a hand to her before. And the pain of what he'd done to her was not only physical, but menial as well. He'd humiliated her, knocked her about like some cheap little slut who confused physical contact, even violent contact with affection. She sobbed into her hands, making no move to pull up her tube top which clung about her waist, just under her naked breasts.