Date: Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:14:57 +0000
From: kitty h <kittyha56@hotmail.com>
Subject: training-the prof-15

TRAINING THE PROF

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Part 15

When he got home, his phone rang.  It was Roberts.
	`Hey Big Boy, how did the shopping go?'
	`Terribly' admitted Julian.
	`Did the seams disintegrate?'
	`Yes.'
	`Do you know who I made prepare your slacks?'
	`No.'
	`Andy pandy.'
Poor Julian.  Even his lover was taking advantage of him.
	`But to be fair, he had no choice' went on Roberts.  `It was either
him or you.  Unfortunately for you, it was you.'

A final laugh and the phone went dead.


Julian stripped off his ruined slacks and pulled on some jeans.  He still
needed to go shopping for his weekend provisions.  With a sigh he left
the house.  The lady next door was cutting her grass.  When she saw
him she gave a snort of disgust and went back into her house and Julian
realised she had seen his arrival.  There was no escape from his
continuing humiliations, first Madeleine Wright and now his elderly
neighbour had seen him exposed.

He returned an hour later to find Maria had left a parcel at his back door
with a note instructing him to wash and iron the enclosed and return
them to the flat forthwith.  He took the parcel in and opened it to find a
variety of skimpy undies, a blouse and a skirt.  They were not Maria's;
they were too small for her.  They had to be Samantha's.

He sniffed the panties.  They reeked of feminine scents.  His cock rose.
He took the garment into the kitchen and began to hand wash them.
Soon his clothes-horse was festooned with undies and the blouse.  Out
came the ironing-board and he bent to his second task.  After 90
minutes his task was finished and he repacked the garments into the
carrier bag they had arrived in and set out for the flat.

The flat-door was opened not by Maria but by her lover.
	`What do you want?' she demanded.  `Maria is out at the
moment.'
	`I've brought the washing back' he replied lamely.
	`You'd better come in then.'

He entered.  It was difficult to tell who was the more embarrassed, the
tutor or the student.
	`You'd better wait.  I expect she will want to inspect your work.'
Julian nodded before seating himself at the table, the bag by his side.
Samantha gave him another withering look before she retreated to the
safety of Maria's study-bedroom.

Julian waited, and waited.  No sign of his Mistress, no sign of Samantha.
He checked his watch.  He had been there over an hour.  He got up and
went to Maria's door and knocked.
	`I have to go now.  Will you tell Maria where the washing is
please?'

A pause and the door opened.  For reasons unfathomable to a mere
male, Samantha had changed out of her blouse and skirt into the tightest
of tops and figure hugging jeans.
	`You have to wait' she announced.  `Maria will be very cross with
you if you are not here when she returns you know.'
	`I have to go' he responded lamely.
	`Why?'
He had no good response to that question.  With a sigh he returned to
the dinette.

Samantha felt her cunt tingle.  She emerged from the study-bedroom.
	`Show me the washing.  After all they are my undies you have
been seeing to.'

With trembling fingers he opened the bag and laid the contents out on
the table.  Samantha came over and picked up the blouse.  `Not bad'
she muttered to herself.  Next she inspected her undies, quietly wetting
her knickers as she realised he had ironed every pair - something she
never did.  Last but not least she inspected the skirt.  This had been less
carefully ironed; there were two creases that should not be there.  How
typical of a mere male to get it wrong she thought to herself.
	`What are these creases doing here?' she asked the tutor.
Julian inspected the proffered garment.  She was right.  Somehow he
had managed to crease the skirt.
	`I am sorry' he muttered.
	`You can't expect me to wear this can you?'
	`No.  If you want I could iron them out here and now.'

By now Samantha's cunt was flowing with her juices.  Just the thought
of a lecturer ironing her skirt made her tingle all over.
	`Yes' she said, `I need the skirt for later.'

She sat at the table and watched the tutor fetch the ironing board and
iron.  Dampening a cloth, Julian steam-ironed out the errant creases.
Task completed, he held out the skirt for the girl's inspection.  Samantha
nodded her approbation before ordering him to replace her panties in
the carrier bag; the blouse and skirt she made him put on a hanger
before taking them all back into Maria's room.

She lay on Maria's bed, her hand inside her jeans where she encountered
her ever wet pussy.  No wonder Maria enjoyed dominating men.  She
recalled that first time when Maria had fucked her on his bed.  She
recalled how he had been made to strip to his undies before her.  She
recalled how he had been beaten before her.

Her fingers moved more urgently, her clit now stiff with desire.  Why
should she too not use the man?  She rose from the bed to and returned
to the dinette.

Julian rose on her entrance.
	`Make me a coffee.  Milk but no sugar' commanded Samantha.
She sat at the table, admiring his tight bum under his skin-tight jeans.

As he handed her her cup, she asked him if he was wearing his panties.
	`Yes.'
	`yes what?' she snapped.
	`Yes Miss Samantha.'
	`That is better, much better' cooed Sam.  `After all you are only a
man, and not even a real man anymore.  In fact, now all you are is a
sissy panty-wearing cunt-licker, aren't you?'
	`Yes, Miss.'
	`Well, I have a cunt that needs licking out!  So you can come with
me now!'

She led him back into Maria's room.
	`Well don't just stand there.  Strip to your undies.'

It was so fucking humiliating; even worse than the first time Miss Maria
had used him.  Here was this innocent young woman in her very first
year at university ordering one of her tutors to strip and lick her out.
Blushing furiously Julian divested himself of his male attire and stood
before her just in his bra and panties.  and what made it even worse he
had a huge erection, an erection he could not hide from her inquisitive
eyes.

	`Come closer she commanded' and with by now experienced
hands slipped the blindfold over his eyes.

He stood in the imposed darkness waiting, his every senses stretched to
try and devine what she was doing.  He was to find out soon enough.  A
call from her and he climbed onto the bed.  Guided by her voice he
progressed slowly up it until her encountered her open legs, open and
bare like her pussy.  Her hands reached down and pulled him into her
cunt.  `Lick you bastard, lick!'

His tongue lapped at her shrine his nose filled with her scents, his face
was covered in her juices.  he felt her shiver as he tickled her clit with
his
tongue and moments later she gave a heave and he felt her orgasm, first
slowly and then faster and faster until the bed and his face was soaked
in her ejected lust.  And it was at that moment that the door opened and
Maria entered.

She placed her fingers to her lips, indicating to her young lover she
should remain quiet.  She moved closer to the bed until she was right
behind the panting man.  And then without warning she slapped his arse
as hard as she could.

He yelped as much with surprise as with pain at this assault on his bum.
	`You disgusting animal' she exclaimed `what the hell do you think
you are doing!  First you suck off Andy pandy and now you are licking
out my lover.  Do you think you can rival me?'
	`No Mistress.  No.  Never.'

She yanked off his blindfold.  He blinked as he saw Samantha in all her
pubescent glory stretched out on the bed, her hands playing with her
budding tits, her cunt-hole open and glistening.  Beside him stood a
furious Maria.
	`I am sorry Mistress.  I am sorry' he exclaimed, dropping to his
knees before her.  `I had no choice.  Miss Samantha ordered me to do
it.'
	`Is that so Sam?'
	`Yes.'
	`In that case wimp you are forgiven - this time, but if I ever catch
you between her legs again I shall whip you til you bleed.  Samantha is
too good for you, bitch!'

Julian was dismissed, but not before he had been made to kneel before
the still naked Samantha and apologise for "leading her on", not of
course that he had but he was in no position to say so.  What he did not
know was that Maria had "plans" for her young lover and they did not
include Samantha taking the dominant role!
	`Well Sam, you have been a naughty girl, using my dirty old man.
I hope you didn't play with his cock.'
	`Oh no, never.  I would never do that.'
	`The only cock you will ever need is my strap-on; like last night.
But I think you had better have it again just to remind you of where true
pleasure lies.'

Maria stripped quickly dropping her garments onto the floor.  From the
bedside table she took her six-inch hard-rubber dildo and strapped it on.
She lubed it generously with KY before falling on her young lover.  It
slid into the girl's open cunt with ease, and then with firm thrusts she
brought Sam back to her orgasmic state only this time her whole body
tingled not just her pussy.
	`I love you, I love you' she screamed as she orgasmed once more,
rolling from spasm to spasm in an ecstasy of lust.
	`Do you?  Do you really love me?  Enough to do whatever I
want?'
	`Yes. Yes. Yes.'
She was to regret that pledge later that summer.

Maria kissed her neck leaving a love-bite that would last a week.  It was
the first time she had marked her.  Not that Sam minded; she was past
caring as her body rolled into new spasms of pleasure.  Little did she
realise what plans Maria had for her.