1. Bevy - A Professor/Student fantasy


    Date: 6/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Hardcore, Male Domination, Mind Control, Author: C.H. Davis, Rating: 76, Source: sexstories.com

    up from his desk and turn out the desk lamp. There were no other students in the office, which while not as big as the other department head's offices, was big enough to house his desk, an old flip-top student's desk and a chalkboard. She knocked on the office door and he looked up. "Oh, Miss Connoly, I was about to give up on anyone showing up for this little get-together. I assumed that everyone was on their was to Florida or someplace. Where are you headed, if you don't mind my asking?" "Oh, not at all! I'm afraid I'm not going anyplace exotic like that, my father asked that I come home and help him at his office during the break." she said. "Well, that's certainly kind of you to think of your family at a time most people are only thinking about their own pleasure." said the Prof. "Well then, since your here, we might as well get started: Please have a seat, Miss Connoly." "You can call me Bevy, Prof. Davis, it's not like we're in class!" she said as she sat down. "Even so, I like to maintain a certain Decorum with my students," he said, "please refer to me as either Professor or Sir". Since she was used to working with her father she said, "Yes, sir, I understand." He picked up his notebook and sat on his desk in front of her. "Now, then, Tell me why you picked the topic you did for your last paper." "Well, since we only had the three to choose from, it was really a process of elimination." "How, so?" he prompted. She continued, "First, I find sadism particularly ...
    nauseating and Homophobia I picked because I've had some experience with it, the Men who worked at my father's office thought being accused of being a Homosexual was the worst thing in the world, and as for Nymphomania...." "Yes, Tell me about Nympho- mania..." "Well, I don't know too much about it...", she said. "Really? I thought that you might have some insight into it, being a mild sufferer yourself.", he said. "What do you mean?" she asked in a soft voice as she looked down at the desk. "I mean that you seem to share the same traits as the woman that we studied in class, Rebecca." "But, she was a slut!", Bevy protested, "I'm not a slut!" "No, but if you remember, she wasn't always a slut, at first she was just lonely and sexually frustrated and I don't remember seeing you with a boyfriend or other sexual release for the past three years.", he said. "The guys here just don't like me, they want some one younger", she said. "Bevy, your only 23! Your not old and decrepit yet!", he exclaimed. "What I'm seeing are some disturbing warning signs that I want to treat before it becomes a problem..for instance, your staring off into space whenever we discussed in class the case history of Rebecca. It took me awhile to figure out what you were staring at especially since you followed me with your eyes but never looked up at my face, but from your height, you would have been staring at my crouch! I swear, yesterday, you seemed to be almost drooling!" with that he looked up from his notebook ...
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