Homework [MDom] [Professor] and [Yandere] [Student] [Degradation] [Growling]

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This will make up 15% of your grade. And remember, starting Friday, I am on vacation. So if you have questions, you should ask before then.

None of you are listening to me. You, come here. Stay.

Yes. You wanna tell me what that was all about? What you were doing in my classroom.

I'm not sure what it is with you exactly. Whether you just think you have bad bitch vibes or you think that you're so slick that no one else is gonna notice that you're flashing me your pussy or you're wearing low-cut tops, swirling your tongue around a lollipop. Other guys are staring at you.

I notice you, but they're gawking at you. I'm sure to them, you're some kind of treat. You're a slut that they'd love to score.

To me, you're a nuisance. Get it? Don't make this difficult, all right? Please.

I've had students like you in the past. You've got daddy issues or you don't get enough attention from boys your own age or maybe you're just depraved. I don't know.

I don't really care. I'm a professional working toward tenure. I don't need this.

Wow. Maybe you really are just depraved, huh? You know exactly what I don't need.

I don't need some kind of stain on my reputation, on my record. Cute. You know what? Why don't we continue this in my office so we don't have anybody over to watch? I'm gonna go to my office.

I'm gonna go to my office. I'm gonna go to my office. I'm gonna go to my office.

We don't have anybody overhear us in the hallway. Let's go. I know your type.

Oh, I do. Oh, so well. You're just hot for teacher.

It's always the same with you. Why can't you just leave well enough alone? Is that so difficult? You'll keep your hands to yourself.

That's where they belong. Or maybe I'll have to smack your knuckles with a ruler. Is that part of your fantasy? Is that what you want? Some old school disciplinary inaction from a teacher who's far too old for you? Yeah, I thought so.

Get out of my office. What are you doing? Put your top back on.

Listen to me, you slut. I will not have you ruin what I'm doing here. I love my job and I want this career.

I will not have you reduce it to a smoldering pile of ash because you wanna get your tits out in front of me. Do you get it? Oh, maybe this is what you're into.

This really is the kind of old school disciplinary inaction you were looking for, isn't it? Well, maybe I can help you a little bit after all then. Now, if any of those boys out there knew what they were doing, this is how they would touch you.

And even under your clothes, their fingers wouldn't feel nearly as good as mine. This is what almost having what you want feels like. How are you gonna convince me that you should get anything more than that? Hmm? Oh, you'll do anything I want.

That's not enough. You're fucking psychotic. I've seen you stalk me.

I've seen you shadow me in the hallways to my car. I think one time I might've seen you get off at a stop pretty close to where I live. You are a crazy bitch.

You are a hot and crazy bitch. And you don't deserve to get the kind of satisfaction that you're looking for, not from me, not from anyone. This is not how you act when you want something.

Oh, is this what you want, hmm? Do you wanna bruise around your neck, hmm? Do you wanna have to wear a scarf every day, whether it's cold or not? Because that's what I can do if it's what you want.

I told you, this is my holy ground and I do not wanna defile it with the likes of you. Hmm. You think calling me daddy is gonna change my mind, hmm? Do you think I'm a simpleton like your peers out there? Hmm, maybe that'd be enough for them.

You call them daddy, they give you a ride home and they leave with blue balls after you don't give them head on the road like you promised. I am not that easy and I am done rubbing your clit over your clothes. Pathetic slut, not wearing underwear to class.

What kind of fucking degenerate does that? Now get out. Hmm.

Why did you lock it? Hey, hey, put that back on. Hmm.

Maybe you do need a lesson, hmm? That pussy is aching. I can tell from here and that's impressive.

I can't believe you're dripping on the carpet of my office. Do you realize how absurd that is? I've done nothing to make you that wet.

You're just desperate, you're an animal. Is that all you want, animal instinct? Then why come to class? Why bother showing up, find my picture, figure out where I live, show up, let's fuck and stop bothering me?

Why do this here? Why do this here? Why do this here? Of course you can resist me.

You have free will. You have the ability to restrain yourself. But if not, I can restrain you.

I can make sure that you do what you're supposed to do. If I fuck you against this door, nice and loud, clattering, echoing through the halls, pretty much no doubt as to what's going on in here, will you leave me alone? Not ever bother coming back to class.

I give you something to remember me by, still dripping out of your pussy when you leave the building, and you leave me nothing to remember you by. Is that good enough for you? Mm.

I can work with that. You are, after all, a hot and crazy bitch. Mm.

Mm. Ah. Mm.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Oh, I forgot how tight they are when they're your age. Ah. Ah.

Mm. Ah. Oh, college pussy is the best.

But I want it off campus. You understand? I never want you back here.

But that's not to say that I don't want my cock back in your cunt. Mm. Maybe you do deserve a little bit of that.

You did win a genetic lottery, didn't you? The way you look getting pressed against the door. Oh, that's gotta be one in a billion.

You're not a good girl, but that's what you want to hear me say, isn't it? That's what would get you off faster. Get you off my back.

Maybe stop you from tailing me at every fucking opportunity. Being able to sit in your room, your dorm, wherever the fuck you live, and daydream about the time that teacher leaned close and said, good girl. I can tell that you aren't looking for your old Mr.

Dossie. Your fantasies are different, fueled by a different kind of media. Darker fantasies.

The ones where sometimes you don't get out unscathed. Maybe that's why your cunt was dripping, hmm? It wasn't me rubbing you over your clothes.

It was me rubbing you over your ass. It was the dirty talk. It was the bruising that I could have left on your neck.

The secret you'd have to hide. Such a depraved slut. A realistic little doll.

One you can customize to your liking. Would that be the next step, hmm? Wearing the things that you know I like.

Or maybe wearing the things that I've fucked you in exclusively. Would you wash this outfit every day and wear it again? Or would you never wash it? Because you remember having my cock inside you while you wore it.

Mm. Fuck. Mm.