Obviously I don't want my name associated with the events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever done something so deliciously saucy, so utterly wicked, that it makes you giggle just a bit? To plan it, to execute it, to get away with it -- and then be unable to tell anyone... it's maddening. It is not fair. God bless the Internet. I'm going to tell you what I did... what I will continue to do.

I'm writing this story under my pen name "Jaz". It's not the first one, far from it. I've posted 40 nasty fics before this. The only difference is this one is really true. I've been fascinated by rape and, to a lesser extent, incest since I was a teenager. It was a dark, dirty secret that I kept hidden from all who know me. The idea of forcing, tricking, humiliating a tasty, little cuntwich, breaking her, bending her to my will... I don't have the words to express how much I wanted to do that in real life.

It's been my fantasy for as long as I can remember, but I never have crossed that line. You see, I am a coward. I was simply too afraid to act on my desires. Oh, I'd dream about it, even write about it. But I am an intelligent man. I know myself. It was a simple equation. If I rape a girl/woman once I will enjoy it. If I enjoy it I will do it again and again with other women. If I do it enough times THEN the law of averages demands I will be caught. THEN I will lose my job. Then I will go to jail. As a Rapist in Jail, I will be raped myself. Being a gutless bastard, I never took the chance, never had the courage to take the risk. I am 32 years old and I thought rape would forever be just beyond my grasp. Then god (um, okay, maybe it was someone else) smiled upon me, and showed me how to get what I wanted. Better still, it is completely legal. I won't go to jail, ergo, I won't be raped myself. Here's how it happened.

"Bring!!!!! Professor Jaz! Wait up I need to talk to you."

I could not quite place the face of the young lady calling my name. She was very pretty. She looked like a friendly, intelligent kid. Not quite innocent, but certainly no slut. She was sexy, but did not seem to know it. In a few years she'd grow into herself. Perfect, the kind of girl I would love to humiliate, dreamed of raping. The ass on her swayed seductively. Her sweet tits were made to be sucked. Her mouth looked like it would just barely fit around my dick. She might gag a little but she was a good girl, I knew she'd swallow.

"Yes, what can I do to you, Ms...?"

"Johnson, Susan Johnson. I'm in your Intro to Creative Writing class this semester. I need some help passing it... I have missed a few classes, " she mumbled as her voice trailed off to nothing.

Oh god I remembered her now. I had barely seen the girl in months. As a tenured professor in a major eastern university I had seen it before. It always made me mad. Students take a puff class like Creative Writing so they can coast along to an easy "B", while devoting the extra time and energy to other classes, or partying. I've seen it, but rarely to this degree. There was less than a month to go in the semester. That meant a term paper and the final exam. It did represent a combined 60% of the grade. Theoretically there was a chance....

"Ms. Johnson, I don't see how I can help you. It is too late. I'd have to check my records, but you are failing quite severely. You have not been attending class other than to take the tests, and have missed several quizzes. What precisely do you expect me to do?"

We had been walking the whole time and finally reached my office. I sat down and scowled at her from across my desk.

"Please, Professor Jaz, I need your help. I don't know what to do. I failed Chem. class already. My parents won't continue to pay if my grades drop below a "B-". I can't fail Creative Writing. I'll do anything... special projects, extra assignments. Just help me... pleasse," she said as she whined and begged, and dripped her tears on my floor.

I remember getting very hot and itchy as the plan came to me. She'd do anything?!! I could have this girl against her will but with her consent! I had to be careful. I did not want to expose myself or scare her off.

"Ms. Johnson, stop crying. I hate to see a pretty young woman in tears (Sigh). I'll try to help you, but I need to give it some thought. You will have to work around my schedule. Here is my address. Meet me at my condo at 10pm."

"Oh thank you, Professor Jaz. I can't believe this, thank you," she squealed as she gave me an impulsive hug.

The tips of her nipples mashed into me, and I wondered what they tasted like. Were her tits salty or sweet? Were they fat round ones or perky cone-shaped tits that sat high and proud on her chest? I would find out soon.

I had work to do. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the Internet and in the Law library. I needed to know what the Code was in my state. I checked. Susan was 19 years old, so I was safe from statutory rape charges. Next, I looked up blackmail. It was quite confusing. In essence it is a puzzle, wrapped in mystery, surrounded by an enigma. No two definitions completely agree.

In my state here is the legal definition:

"BLACKMAIL - A criminal act of extortion, malicious threatening to do injury to another to compel him to do an act against his will. Usually involves the threat to release information, often true, about the person that will defame his reputation or bring criminal actions against him. The criminality lies not in the release of the information - at least if true - but in the extortionate aspects of the threat to do so."

What I planned would be very different than this. I would not be malicious. Susan would get something she wanted out of our arrangement. It was straight Quid Pro Quo. I got what I wanted, she got what she needed. I really would help her. I certainly had no desire to "release information" about what we did together. I wanted it kept secret as much as she would. The other legal concept I investigated was "coercion".

Here is an excerpt from what I found on Coercion law: "...but only because of force or coercion in the form of intimidation and threats of bodily harm to himself or his family... intimidation or coercion must be present and immediate, and must be of such a nature that it induces a reasonable and well-founded fear of death or serious bodily injury to one's self or someone else; and there must be no reasonable opportunity to escape the coercion..."

I was not going to threaten her with bodily harm. She would have every opportunity to leave. No statutory, no blackmail, no coercion, no rape, no crime, no jail. Bottom line, Susan would make the decision -- it would be her choice, every step of the way. If she said no, she was free. Free to leave, free to fail, free to accept responsibility for what she had done, free to flip burgers, or type in an office. She was free to sell her body on the street or worse sell it to her husband. No, if I read her right that was not the freedom Susan wanted. She would give herself to me... allow me to have her sweet tender young body. She just would not like it, heh. Tough shit. No, it was not rape, it was BETTER.

She arrived at 10pm on the dot. Ding Dong... "Susan come in, have a seat."

"Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house."

"When we are not at school, how about I call you Susan and you call me Jaz. Now then, here is Roger Berkeley's first dissertation on creative thought. Why don't you read through his essay on Dissociative thought and we'll get started."

I had intentionally picked an advanced and confusing author for Susan to review. Roger Berkley was a pompous ass who liked the sound of his own voice. His conflicting ramblings would be impossible for Susan to decipher.
It took her an hour to realize it. When she did... when she was desperate, she started to cry.

"Susan, what's wrong? How can I help? Come here, tell Jaz all about it."

More than anything else the teenager wanted comfort. She wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She came to me as I held open my arms and held her in a fatherly embrace. I walked her to the couch and pulled her down next to me, still keeping one arm around her shoulders as I made gentle shushing sounds and stroked her hair.

"What am I going to do? I can't understand anything he is saying! I'm so stupid. My life is over. I'm going to flunk and get kicked out of here. Oh god Jaz, what am I going to do?!"

(Sigh) "You are in a tough spot, Susan. You have put yourself in a difficult position. I'm sympathetic to a point. I think we have to give up on you passing this course legitimately. It's just too late."

"Professor... what do you mean? Is there a way you would let me pass this course another way? I'll do anything... uh, well almost anything...." her voice trailed off.

"I said I was sympathetic. There is a reason for it. When I went for my doctorate I almost failed. I would have but my Professor allowed me to pass. She needed a service done, and I needed a grade. We worked out a fair trade. Nobody got hurt and we were both happy with the results."

"Er, um, what did you have in mind?" Susan began to realize how close she was sitting to me, how my arm wrapped around her possessively. My hand was touching the side of her left breast in an innocent, friendly manner. She was alone in a large man's house, practically sitting in his lap. For the first time she became uncomfortable. Heh, not for long.

"Susan, I'm going to tell you a secret, how you can help me. If you do, we'll make sure you pass my course. You can never tell anyone. If you do, you'll ruin me and I'll destroy you. I'm... gay. The Dean of this University is a raging homophobe and so are most of the senior faculty. If word gets out they'll find a way to fire me. Some people are already suspicious. I've been discreet, but shit, I'm 32, unmarried, and don't date. So here's the favor. I need a distraction. I need a young, attractive female to pretend that she is madly in love with me... that we are lovers. Nothing major. A few steamy public kisses, some light petting, and slight nudity where others can see. A few love letters from you. Then a major, screaming breakup. I'll get a slap on the wrist for dating a student, but they'll all think I'm straight and will leave me alone. You will pass my class. Win/Win. Do we have a deal?"

She was quiet for a few seconds. Then she agreed.

"Okay, then let's figure out how we are gong to make this look realistic." First I pulled out some old students' term papers and helped her understand them. We studied for about an hour. I gave her several to review. She had to be able to write her own, convincingly enough, so that if her grade was questioned her work would be believable. Susan was a bright girl, and she did fine. I could tell she was in a good mood. She would pass and would not have to go home. Now it was my turn.

"Susan, we have a problem. Um, I have never kissed a girl. I can't look like a gay man kissing a woman when we do it in public. I have to look like an experienced kisser. More than that... WE have to look like people who are used to kissing each other, who like it. We are going to have to practice a lot. I don't see any way we can avoid it."

She blushed prettily, but said she understood. I asked her lots of questions about how she liked to be kissed, where I should put my hands, where to put my tongue. I pretended to be a shy, nervous pansy. It was easy. My brother is gay. I can just imagine him, or one of his friends, making out with a girl. I acted the way I thought they would act. The first time I kissed her I intentionally bumped her head. Then I missed her lips and kissed the side of her nose.

"Stop laughing at me. I'm sorry, I'm trying. I don't know what I'm doing. It's useless. I'll never pass for straight."

"Jaz, it's okay, I'll teach you. We have time. We'll practice until we look convincing."

I spent the next hour sucking Susan's pretty face. Slowly, I learned how to kiss. Nibbling her pouty lips, holding her close, hugging her tight as we made out. My hands played with her belly and her ribcage. She gripped my ass. I wanted her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake. Around 1am I knew we had to stop. Susan was clearly worked up. She was breathing hard and almost ready for me. Yup, it was time to stop. I erased all traces of lust from my face.

"Thank you for helping, Ms. Johnson. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. Why don't we meet back here tomorrow and practice some more. Here are two papers for you to study, as well as my personal lecture notes and the final exam from 3 years ago. Study them well. You will really have to learn the material. You are not just a beautiful young woman. You are an intelligent student, and I know you can do this. I'll see you tomorrow."

She kissed me quickly and hugged me tight before saying, "Thanks again Jaz, you are the best."

Over the course of the next week my evenings were very busy. Susan came over every night and we practiced being on dates -- watching movies, talking like lovers, holding hands. I purchased several gay porn mags. I left them out where she could see them. I told her that I used them so I could get hard for her. You see, to be realistic I needed to get hard after a passionate kiss. Occasionally, I brushed her nipples through her clothing and grinded my cock deep in her crotch area while kissing her.

Sometimes I played with her jean-covered ass while sucking her tongue, or playing with her tits through her clothes. When things started getting too heavy I'd stop so she could study. I really did teach her the material; she would be able to pass.

I helped her write her love letters to me. She told me how much she needed me, how much she wanted me to fuck her. I made it sound like it was all one-sided, that nothing had happened yet. Here is the excerpt from one: "I love you Professor Jaz. I know we can be together one day. I need you so bad. I want to give myself to you, to surrender. It drives me crazy when other women look at you. I need you, you are mine. One day you will admit that to yourself. One day you will make me your wife. I dream about you every night. How it will feel when I am pinned beneath you. When your strong hands cup and caress me, mold my flesh. Fuck me Jaz, please god, fuck me! I am your property and I need to be thickly fucked by you. I will be so good, Master, I will obey you. Please just give me a chance. Sincerely, Your little slave, Susie."

She was quite embarrassed by the letter but agreed to sign it, doused it in her perfume, and lipstick-kissed it.

It was time.

Susan still did not understand what I had planned for her. You see, I did not want to simply kiss her, play with her ass and fondle her tits through her clothes... I wanted to RAPE HER!!

She had no clue what I was setting her up for. Remember, I'm not gay and nobody on campus thought I was. That was all a lie. I needed to convince people that Susan was an obsessed stalker who had fixated on me. I took Susan's letter to a few of my friends, co-Professors and Sr. faculty. I told them all how I was shocked and very upset about the wild crush one of my students had on me. I did not want to ruin the poor girl but I needed to protect myself. I went to these people in confidence and asked them not to tell anyone. I was careful not to give Susan's last name. I wanted people to know I had a sex slut student who was obsessed with me. If it ever got out I wanted my version of events to be the only one that counted.

I instructed Susan to meet me at my office at 4pm. She didn't know it but I had scheduled several of my students to meet me there that afternoon to help them with their term paper. They were all gathered in the hallway, waiting for me to come out, when Susan knocked on the door demanding to see me.

She was nervous, a little surprised by the size of the crowd-- but she followed script we had agreed to.

"Jaz, please let me in. I love you. I need to talk with you. I missed you so much. I'm so horny, I need you inside of me. Pleassse!" she said in a loud tone that could be heard in the hallway, as she closed the door behind her.

I came around the desk to meet her and began kissing her wildly. I opened her blouse and fondled her tits roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her bra, the way I knew she liked it. She had become used to my touch, craved it on some level. The public display excited her, and it only took a few seconds to get her visibly hot. I pressed her up against the door, sucking her bottom lip and thrusting my crotch into her skirt while playing with her juicy ass. Then I opened the door so everyone could see us.

"Ms. Johnson, please let me go. Stop touching me this instant. I am your teacher, control yourself. As I've told you before there can be nothing between us. It would be unethical. Button your shirt and never bother me again. Are we clear!" I said as I thrust her away from me.

Susan was stunned, completely surprised. She burst into tears with a dazed look on her face. It looked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female students went to console her. A glance at the crowd around her and we both knew the rumor would spread quickly. She wanted me and I refused her. Perfect!

Susan did not call me that night. The next day was the final exam. She came to class and barely looked my way. All around her people were whispering. She seemed focused on the task ahead and blocked them out. Susan did an amazing job. She earned an 86. For a student who had missed most of the year that was incredible, our study sessions had paid off.

I gave her a 73.

She was not happy. That night she pounded on my door. She had clearly been crying but now she was just angry.

"Why did you treat me that way yesterday? You made me look like a total slut, a whore. Then you give me this bullshit score. How could you do that? A 73... that does me no good. I'm still going to fail!"

"Susan, our agreement was very clear. I needed people to believe I'm straight. I also need to keep my job. I can't have them thinking we are really lovers. Especially if I am going to give you a passing grade that you don't deserve. We would have been under a microscope if people knew I loved you. This way I get what I want and so do you, with no risk to either one of us. I said I would help you pass the course. I will honey. You need a 9 on your term paper to receive a 69 for the year. You will get it. I promise."

"B-B-But I don't just want to scrape by with a 'D'. I need at least a 'B'," she whined.

"Susan, you've got to be kidding me. That was not our agreement. You'd be exposing us both to extreme risk. For an 'F' student to suddenly get A's and B's on the Final and Term Paper is unheard of. Why would I risk it?"

Here was the tricky part. I needed her to make the offer, to come up with the suggestion. It needed to be her idea.

"Well, maybe we could work out another deal?"

I pretended to think about it for a long time. I knew exactly what I wanted. I decided to go for it.

"Susan, I have to admit our kissing practice has sometimes left me a little horny. I know I'm gay and you are a woman, but sometimes I... well, I guess I'm a little curious. What does a nude, aroused, beautiful woman look like? I'm an amateur photographer. It occurred to me that I'd enjoy posing you. Seeing you naked, wet, and spread wide open. I've never wanted to see a woman that way before but I want to see you like that. I want you on film. If you let me, I will change your scores to get you a 'B'. So do we have a deal?"

She was quiet and shaking.

"I'll do it, but nobody can ever find out. I mean these have to be private, OK?"

I opened my arms and she came to me. I held my little girl tight and began kissing her hard. I played with her more aggressively than I ever had before. Slowly, I opened her blouse.

"I am going to strip you naked right now and get a few shots, okay sweetie... good. You just relax and let me have you the way I want. Do you want a drink?"

I got her a 12 oz glass of vodka and mixed in a little fruit juice. She drank it in a few quick gulps. I then got my Olympus Camedia C-4040 zoom and my Sharp Viewcam. We started kissing again. She tasted so sweet, so innocent. It did not take long to get her shirt off and bra undone. Her 34C's were right in front of me. I got to my knees and cupped her ass while sucking her bare breast flesh for the first time. She really tensed up.

"Uh, ah, Jaz, what are you doing?! This is just a picture, right? We're not going to, ah... Why are you sucking me? You're touching my ass, rubbing it, mashing it hard. What is going on? Are you, er, um, trying to have s-s-sex with me?!" she stuttered, spuuttered and stammered while pulling away from me.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm gay. I told you it would be an erotic picture. I want your nipples hard. I want to see lust in your eyes. Total, slutty, abandon. Let's be clear. I want you wet, dripping with sex, sweat, and saliva. It's just art. If you want that 'B' that is the price," I reminded her.

She closed her eyes, nodded her head, and accepted her fate. Susan let lust and alcohol wash over her. She was very tense and did not like the camera recording her, but she knew what she had to do.

"I guess I don't have a choice. I need that 'B'," she said in a resigned voice.

Her nipples were hard and slick, the way they should be. The camcorder was running, but I wanted a couple of still photos.

"Play with your tits, Susan. Squeeze them together. Good, great. Now rub your nipples for me... oh god, you are so hot."

The look on her face was special to me. She clearly was embarrassed. A pretty little blush added just the right amount of color. She did not want this, but she was desperate. I put the camera down and finished stripping her naked. She was crying now as I licked her tears away. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. I kissed her gently as I carried her into my bedroom and spread her on my bed.

"Don't move," I said as I went out and grabbed the two cameras. I set the viewcam on the tripod and zoomed in on her pussy area.

"Susan, open your legs wide. Smile at the camera for me. Hmmm, no that won't do. Let me help." I crawled between her legs and spread them far apart.

"I need your pussy wet for this shot so I'm going to give you a few orgasms, OK?"

Her beautiful eyes were wide with panic, and she did not speak. She gritted her teeth and nodded assent. I had it on camera. I made her spread her legs wide and peeled her pussy open. I sniffed and licked and sucked and slobbered all over her cunt for the next 10 minutes. She smelled like wet cotton and fabric softener, mixed with "sugar and spice and everything nice". I took my time, building her lust, raising her temperature. I could tell she was trying hard not to let me see her orgasm, not to let me taste her sweetness. Fine, you want to play games slut, I can play games.

"Susan, I need a shot of your ass. Get up on all fours and hold it open for me. I'm going to lick it for a while. I want to stick my finger inside of you and make you cum on my hand."

I got down on the bed next to her and grabbed that perfect ass in both hands. She squealed as I spread her open and put my face right into her butt. I took deep, loving breaths and kissed her so gently. My Susan has an ass and a half. So thick and juicy and plump it made my mouth water. Her juices were salty and sweet. I enjoyed watching her moan.

"Hold it open for me. Do it Susan, do it right now," I commanded as I slowly stuck my index finger in her anus. It seemed I had finally gone too far. Susan began shaking her head, crying hysterically.

"Nnooo! Get your hands out of me. I can't... I can't do that. Look Jaz, how far is this going to go? I mean, I did not know you wanted pictures like this. I am a virgin... I'm a good girl. Sure I've fooled around a little and I'm not ashamed of my body... but this is sick. I mean I feel dirty, violated. I don't want to do this."

"Susan, I'm sorry. I had no idea. You are in control here. If you say stop, we stop. I'm disappointed, but I understand."

I had left my finger inside her ass the whole time, moving it around in small circles as we talked, but now I dragged it out of her tight butt. I helped her to her feet and gave her a tight hug and a quick kiss. Then she went outside and got dressed.

I thought it was over. I had come so close to raping sweet, virginal Susan -- but I had failed.

Or did I?

Three days later Susan knocked on my door and asked to see me. I was surprised to see her but invited her in. She looked very scared in a quiet, broken sort of way.

"Susan honey, what's wrong? You can tell me. Why did you come here?" She was shaking uncontrollably and took several deep breaths before she could tell me, before she could make herself say the words. "I got a 'C' in Calculus. I thought I would get an 'A', maybe a 'B', but I got a 'C'. I need a 'B-' overall to stay in school. I did the math, Jaz. You are my only hope. I need an 'A+' in your course to pull it off. I'll do it. I'll pose any way you want me to. I'll hold my vagina open while you get me wet. You can suck my tits until they are slick. I-I'll even let you do those things to my ass, if I have to, if you make me. Please, I need an 'A+'. As long as you keep the pictures private, I'll do whatever you say, anything you want," she choked and sobbed, while snot dripped down her nose and tears moistened her pretty face.

"Shh baby, it will be okay. We'll figure something out. I won't let you down. Take all your clothes off and snuggle up tight with me while I think it over."

Susan froze for a few seconds. She did not seem to want to process what I had told her. I was holding my breath. If she would follow orders, if she would obey... she was mine. She did. Slowly, the pretty blonde 19 year old virgin took off her shirt and shoes and jeans. A few seconds later her bra and panties followed. She held one hand across her breasts and the other covered her privates. She looked perfect. Sad and scared, simply delicious.

"Susan, sit in my lap please. Let me hold you. Let me play with you." She woodenly walked over to me and gingerly sat in my lap. I hugged her tight. She was so soft, smelled so sweet. I cupped her breasts and began teasing her nipples. Susan had slightly larger than average tits that were perky and cone-shaped. Her red nipples quickly hardened and I enjoyed rubbing and flicking them. I could not help kissing her. Little pecks and nips at first that gradually deepened. Her breath came in little gasps and puffs in my mouth. She made these sexy little grunts of displeasure as I searched for her tongue and chewed her bottom lip. My hands stayed on her tits as I held the little slut.

It must have been a good 15 minutes before she said, "Jaz... uh, when are you going to get the camera. How do you want me to pose?"

I ignored her. I liked the way her warm bottom felt through my shorts. Her flat tummy was so sexy and my dick was hard, in my shorts, pressing into the crack of her ass. She was wet now, I could smell her. Susan was squirming with unwanted arousal. It was time. "Susan we need to talk. I want to be honest with you. I'm not gay. I'm a normal horny male. Remember that while I play with your fresh pussy some more... do you like my finger inside of you? I do. So, you need an 'A+'. That's ridiculous, that's a fantasy. You earned an 'F' in my class and now you want an 'A+'! I'll say it again, that's sheer fantasy. If you want a fantasy from me... then I want one from you. I want you to fulfill my ultimate sexual fantasy. Susan, I want your permission to rape you. For 2 days you will stay here, naked, helpless under my complete control. You can fight a little, scream, beg, cry... and I will rape you. Hard, without mercy. Without any mercy. I will of course tape you. I want to remember this luscious body of yours. I will enjoy raping you for the rest of my life. So few rapists have their work on film. Two days of me fucking your face, your pussy, your tits... oh I'm going to love you. My finger is in you now, but soon it will be my cock. I can't wait to fuck you, little one. I won't lie, I'm going to hurt you some... but it won't be too bad. I won't cut you or punch you. I just want a nice normal rape. When the two days are up I will give you the 'A+'. Do we have a deal?"

Susan could not speak at first. While I was talking she had slowly slipped into a major orgasm and was cumming on my hands. She looked dazed, in disbelief as I licked her juices from my hand and then smeared them on my face.

"Y-You can't be serious. You're not really going to rape me? You'd go to jail. Please don't make me do this. Help!"

"Shhh Susan. I promise I won't do anything unless you say it is okay. You are free to leave. It has to be your choice. I want to rape you very, very much. You want an 'A+'. It's up to you... decide if it is a fair trade. You are free to go. Free to fail. Free to get kicked out of school and work as a secretary... or a waitress. I admit it, I want to make love to you, to rape you from head to toe. I'll be good to you baby. I know what you need. But you have to ask me for it. You have to say the words."

I kept caressing her body, licking, sniffing, kissing her. She allowed me to play in her pussy, to tickle her clit. Mostly I just held her in my arms, tight. I told her how sexy she was, how much I loved her. How I'd give her that "A+". Finally she spoke. "Ohh god, I'm a virgin, please don't do this. Please don't rape me. You set me up... from the beginning. You planned this! I need that 'A+', but I can't give you my virginity. I want to save that for marriage. Oh god, oh god I'll make a deal. I'll suck your cock for you and you can play with me and stuff. I'll make your movie, but no real sex. How about that?"

"No Susan, that won't do. Is your virginity that important to you? (Sigh) Okay, you can keep it. Here is what I need instead. I get your ass. I get to lick it, suck it, play in it, and fuck it. You will still be a virgin. You suck my cock, make out with me, swallow my cum, and let me eat your tender pussy. Make my movie, it will just be an anal Rape movie now. You will need to be my total slut. At times you will be raped, at other times you will be my lover, willing, happy, enthusiastic, while I rip your ass apart. Smiling while you drink my spunk. Finally, to save your virginity AND get the 'A+' I need you for a week... 2 days is not enough if I can't even have your pussy. Seven days as my personal whore and willing rape-slut. That's my final offer. You have 10 seconds to decide."

Susan's face was blank as the seconds ticked by. She was almost hyperventilating. I was holding my breath. Tears streaked her face but she finally said in a small humble voice, "Okay... okay, I'll do whatever you say."

YES!!

"Stand up baby. Now bend over and put your hands flat on the floor. You know what's coming. I'm going to put my cock inside of you. I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Oh god, I can't wait! I need you so bad. This is gonna be good," I said as I walked behind her.

I ran my hands down the length of her arm, just brushing her with my fingertips. She was crying again, humiliated at the vulnerable position she was in. Head upside down, hair covering her face, fat juicy ass sticking high and proud in the air, cheeks wide open waiting for me, practically begging me to fuck her. As bad as I wanted to fuck her I could not resist.

I went to my knees. My face was level with her beautiful ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and stuck my face as deep inside of her as I could. She was so warm! I began kissing, licking, sucking the inside of her ass. The meat of a woman's ass is soft, tender, and good. I had both of my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I ate her. Her legs were shaking and I smelt her cum. She was panting and embarrassed and it made me happy. My tongue was deep in her anus now, poking her over and over, fucking her long and slow. I pulled her back to meet my tongue thrusts. I think she came again. I put a finger in her juicy pussy and tickled her cunt.

"Did that feel good slut? God, what a fucking whore you are. I love you. No, don't stand up. Grab your ankles... good. It's time. I'm really going to do it. Can you feel the air inside your wet ass? You're wide open Susan. Any second now, any second I'm going to ram it inside of you. Wait for it."

I did not really ram her hard. Without lube that would have been cruel. I just pushed my cock inside her ass in one slow insistent thrust. My saliva had moistened her just enough so I did not cause her serious pain.

"Oh god, OWWW! You're too big, it hurts. You're fucking my ASS!! You're RAPING my ASS!! It won't fit, take it out please, Jaz. Please god, Professor, please, I'll be good, I'll be GOOD," she babbled sexily as she tried to wiggle out from under me.

"Susan, shut up! Don't you fucking move! That's it, stay still, get used to it. Take it, take my cock. Shhhh, calm down baby. I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you. You feel so good, so nice and tight. Be a good girl and take it. We can talk about it later, but for right now, please shut up and let me enjoy your ass. No, don't speak, let me have it, let me have your tender little ass. Please baby, I love you," I said as I slo-wl-y fucked my little slut.

I could hear her panting and soft lady-like cries. It was so sweet. I buried my cock as deep as I could, and stayed still. Her ass started clenching me tighter, gripping me harder. I was at the bottom of her. I wanted My Susan to be comfortable so I fucked her over to the bed and let her lay down on her stomach. I was riding her back, and wrapped a hand around each of her soft, puffy tits, while I sucked and chewed on her neck.

I was so happy. I hugged her and kissed her cheek. I actually squealed like a little girl. Susan was so quiet, so scared it was almost eerie. I mean, I was not going to hurt her. I just wanted to rape her. I decided to go even slower. To fondle her, to tease a few orgasms out of her. Maybe a soft massage.

That was the plan, um... but then I changed my mind.

"Susan, stand up baby. Face me. I want to kiss you. I want to look you in the eye while I rape you. Hold your ass open. Wider... wider, good. I'll lube you up next time, I swear to god I will, but for this first time I want it to be natural. I want to break you in. Be a good girl and take it. My dick is only seven inches so there is a chance it won't hurt too bad... now that you're loosened up. I'm going to line it up with your asshole again... good. Do you feel me? Oh no, you still look really tiny. I'm sorry baby, this is going to hurt me just as much as it hurts you. Ugggh-arrrgh. Shit, oh shit you're tight. How can you still be so tight? The angle is wrong. I can't get in... stop crying, stop screaming, shut up, help me get in! Wait... wait, it's slipping inside. Oh SHIT, I'm back in!" I screamed as I kissed her mouth.

I pulled Susan down on my dick. She whimpered loudly and tried to stand up, but I did not let her.

"Shh baby, I love you, sit still. Get used to me. Relax, enjoy it. I'm not gonna fuck you now. Look at me, keep your eyes open! I'm just gonna tickle your cunt and let you get used to it. That's a good girl, that's a sweet slut. Do you want Daddy to play with your little titties now?" I said as I sucked one breast, then another.

My cock was buried in her ass as I thrust into her hard for the first time. It was perfect. If you've never done it, if you've never fucked an unhappy, unwilling teenager, you can't know what I felt.

"Please, make it stop, it hurts so much, it burns! Hurry up, make it stop. Just get it over with."

"First I want you to kiss me back, Susan. I want to make out with you while me dick is in your ass. Be my lover, baby. Tell me how bad you want me, how much you need me. Thank me for raping you. Then when you're ready, you ride me. Have fun, ride this thick cock, fuck yourself until you're happy. Do it Susan, do it now."

Susan did not seem to know what to do at first, what to say. She started by kissing me, lightly. I was still playing with her tits and rubbing her clitty. I could feel her ass tighten as she became aroused. Soon we were kissing for real. She came again.

"Oh god... yer making me come. I can't stop cumming. I-I must be a slut. You're raping my ass and I'm cumming. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for ruining my life. I'm just a fucking slut, a filthy little whore. Fine, you want me to ride you. I'll ride your fucking cock. I hope it snaps off. How, ugh, do, groan, you like that, JAZ!! I'm gonna break your dick off in my ass. That fat cock is gonna come off and I'll laugh, you bastard. Owwww! Shit, it hurts. You-you're fucking me too hard. You're fucking my ass apart, BASTARD!! Oh god, ahgad, please, please, OWWW!!!"

At some point I lost control. Susan's tight ass, filthy mouth, and puddles of cum drove me over the edge. I was sweating profusely and could hear her tits slapping against my chest. I ripped into her ass and pulled her tight. Sucking her mouth, licking her tongue, as I thrust into her wildly. She was mine, my woman, my slut, my whore, my property, my love. Our eyes locked as my cock spurted love and salty cream inside of her. I made her sit still as I came. I rocked her gently in my arms and kissed my baby girl softly. I played with her clit lovingly until she came hard, her ass squeezing my cock, her cunt clamping my finger. She struggled at first, but finally settled, snuggled, and drifted off to sleep with my semi-erect dick inside her, where it belonged.

EPILOUGE

"Good morning, sleepy head."

I had been watching my Susan sleep for almost an hour. She looked so peaceful, naked in my bed. I slowly kissed her awake. She did not know where she was at first, but as she locked in on my eyes she realized it was not over.

"Um, good morning," she said while trying to pull the covers over her sexy body.

I leaned over and kissed her and she stiffened briefly before allowing me to continue.

"Susan, last night was very special to me. I want to thank you. I promise you I will never be that rough again, unless you want me to. Thing is... I don't think a week is going to be enough. I need more time with you. I like you in my bed. I love your tits, the taste of your lips, your ass in my hands... around my cock. I enjoyed making you scream. Raping you was sweet, but I want more. I want you to surrender your body to me, to accept me as your master. I want to earn the right to fuck you, to love you. Not because of a deal, for a fucking grade. I need time though. Time to win you over.

"Let's make a deal. I teach a beginners, intermediate and advanced level course. Each year, you take one of mine, and I'll help tutor you. I'll get copies of the tests and old Term Papers to make sure you get an 'A'. I'll even help with other Professor's courses. We have a shared computer network, so I can get copies of tests and term papers for most classes. Deal is, you be my lover. I'm sorry baby, but your sweet ass is not enough. I need your pussy too. I want it all. At least one 'A' guaranteed each year, probably lots more. You'll never have to worry about school again. Your future will be set. Give me a chance, let me love you. Yes, I'll still rape you, but I'll make it fun. I want you to enjoy it too. You came at least 3 times last night. I can make you happy. Please baby, I know I can."

She was very quiet as I licked her breasts while she thought it over. Slowly she ran her fingers in my hair and said, "Hmm, a guaranteed 'A' every year...."

THE END

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