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“Oh my gosh, Professor Dunlap is such a cutie!”
“He’s like, totes mega hot!”
“A ten for sure!”
Juliet listens to her friends around her talk about the new professor who started this semester, the man who teaches her microeconomics class. The class itself is huge, made up of freshmen who are ambitiously looking to get their requirement out of the way, and seniors who begrudgingly need that credit to graduate. But this semester, a wave of late coming students also applied, once they heard exactly how hot the new professor was.
And although Juliet needs microeconomics for her degree (which, of course, had nothing to do with economics itself), she was admittedly part of the group of girls smitten with the man. Physically, he was sculpted from the greatest of their craft, a man who could stand amongst the statues of the gods in a museum. Intellectually, especially when it came to economics, he could talk circles around any professor Juliet has ever met. And emotionally…
Emotionally, Professor Dunlap, or Anthony as Juliet has begun to know him, is a kind and caring lover that she would do anything for.
She didn’t mean to start meting Anthony after class, but when she failed her first test, she went to his office for pointers and advice on where to get more studying in. Anthony, himself, offered to tutor her on Wednesday nights, and their relationship grew closer from there. She would do anything for him with how smitten she was.
There was plenty that Anthony wanted that Juliet was so new to. Anthony had the experience she dreamed of having- where she wanted to study abroad, he had already traveled to several countries. Where Juliet wanted to learn a new language, Anthony already spoke three. And where Juliet wanted to experience life to the fullest, Anthony already knew how. It was what came with dating an older man, she told herself.
Anthony was into BDSM- practice that Juliet worried was beyond her interests. But she pretended, putting on a smile and acting as demure and submissive as Anthony wanted from her, because she couldn’t bear to lose him, especially not to any of her other classmates.
Tonight, she wears a lacy pink thong with a matching corset. Her long raven hair is tied up into a high ponytail, and her emerald eyes are lined with dark black liner. She wears black heels too high to walk in, and white stockings that grip around her thighs. Even Juliet has to admit that she looks beautiful tonight, a picture of sexual desire. And Anthony is sure to tell her as much.
“I know you said no blow jobs,” Anthony says gently, and Juliet stiffens. She knows that this tone means he’s going to ask her for something she doesn’t know if she wants to do. “But I was hoping you could suck this for me.”
A purple and blue marbled silicone dildo is held out to her, and Juliet takes the item warily. It’s heavier than she expects, but nothing unbearable. It would be a stretch to get her whole mouth around it, Anthony tells her it’s modeled after his own dick, but it would be doable. And Anthony’s right- she did say no blowjobs. It’s not a blowjob if it’s a dildo.
“Why not,” Juliet giggles uncomfortably, and hands back the dildo when Anthony asks for it. He has to help her lower to her knees, settling her between his legs.
“You’re so good at setting your boundaries,” Anthony praises her, and Juliet straightens with pride. “I promise, we’re only going to suck the dildo tonight.”
Juliet smiles just before the silicon is forced between her lips. It goes all the way to the back of her throat, and she immediately gags, and Anthony has to pull the dildo out, wet and glossy from Juliet’s spit. “Sorry, I didn’t expect that,” she admits.
“You’ll learn soon enough,” Anthony reassures her, petting her head patronizingly. Juliet doesn’t let it bother her- she enjoys the way he cares about her. “Come on, open up, we’ll try again.”
Juliet opens her mouth wide, feeling like she’s at the dentist when Anthony watches her for a long moment. After he’s satisfied with whatever he was staring at her about, he shoves the dildo in once more, this time not pulling out when she gags. “You’ll get used to it,” he tells her sternly. “Just relax.”
It’s hard to relax when she feels like she can’t breathe, but Anthony’s words continue to flood her mind. “In through your nose, breathe child.”
They sound annoyed, as if he’s tired of dealing with this with her, and tears prickle in the corner of her eyes as she thinks about what it would mean if he decided to leave her, if she was too vanilla for him. She couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving her, of the promise of so much chance and opportunity slipping through her fingers. Anthony- or Professor Dunlap- promised her that he would sponsor her for her study abroad program if she passed his class. And she wasn’t sure if she failed him here what that would mean for her chances to see the world.
For her chances to be the kind of woman Anthony would want to marry.
So through her tears, she breathes through her nose and waits until her throat relaxes. Anthony seems pleased, bobbing the dildo in and out of her mouth now, only occasionally forcing it into the back of her throat. She gets better and better each time he fucks her with the silicone, and eventually she finds it easy to take it.
“You still don’t want to give a blowjob, do you?” Anthony asks, hope in his throat. But with the purple and blue cock in her mouth, Juliet still shakes her head. Anthony wanted her to set boundaries- he promised her that adults set boundaries with each other. Still, Anthony pulls his cock out, slapping it gently against her cheek. “It’s not a blowjob,” he tells her, as he starts to run the thin strip of precum across her cheek. “I’m not sticking it in your mouth.”
And Juliet believes him, until she doesn’t. Until the dildo is removed and the bitter cock is forced between her lips. It tastes awful, and whatever she learned from the dildo is forgotten at the shock of how terrible the cock tastes. She tries to pull back, but Anthony grabs her hair, pushing her further down his cock than she wants to go. She struggles against him, but it isn’t hard for Anthony to take control. He fucks into her face, watching his cock bob in and out of her lips. Tears start to fall now, streaming down Juliet’s cheeks as she’s forced to be a pleasure doll for Anthony to use.
“Stupid girl,” Anthony says cruelly. “You want to be so grown up, so here’s a lesson. All men want is to take from you. Nobody is going to care about you or be your fairytale prince. This is all that you get now.”
Juliet chocks on a sob and his cock at the same time, her body spasming as she tries to fight against the feeling. With a final thrust, Anthony cums down her throat, filling Juliet’s senses with the bitter fluid. She feels like she’s drowning in it, wishing she could be anywhere but where she was.
Crying, laying on the floor of her microeconomics professor’s living room. He stands, uncaring of her position, barely offering her a falsely sympathetic look. “I’ll see you in class in the morning, Juliet,” he tells her, warning in his tone. “I expect you to bring your paper in, as well.”