Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 17:19:01 +1300
From: Cock Slut <scslut4cock@gmail.com>
Subject: A different kind of extra credit part 2

A different kind of extra credit 2
By SCSlut4cock

I didn't sleep well Saturday or Sunday night, and Sunday during the day
wasn't exactly very restful either. Lecture was at 10 Monday morning and I
had office hours after that. I debated for a long time what I should do,
but figured I had to at least show up. I would tell the student that this
wasn't ok and we should just never discuss it again. Wearing the thong to
school didn't even cross my mind.

When I got to the class I looked around not knowing what to expect. In a
class of almost 200 students it wasn't like I was going to be able to pick
him out. Everything else seemed normal, but I still couldn't get my heart
to slow down. Every student that came up to ask a question after class made
me nervous. Even the female students. Who might he have told?? I kept
trying to check my email discreetly, but nothing from my new "Master".

Finally class ended and I slowly made my way over to the library where I
help my office hours. I had signed up for a small study room in the
basement where it was quiet, and I was definitely regretting that decision
now. Not many students wondered by, but at least the room had windows so I
wouldn't be completely isolated if my "Master" came by.

Almost 2 hours later though and not a single student had dropped in. That
wasn't out of the ordinary given that they mostly just panicked and came by
right before a test. Still though, I kept expecting at least one student to
show up. I was just packing up my stuff to leave when I heard someone knock
on the door. I froze and slowly looked up. As soon as I saw him, my heart
sank. I knew it had to be him. Same size and about the same age.

"Hey slut how's it going?"

I nervously glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear and
then quickly closed the door to talk to him.

"Listen, please don't say stuff like that. You could get me into serious
trouble and even kicked out. You've had your fun, now can we please never
talk about this again."

He just laughed at me and pulled up a chair.

"No. I told you what was going to happen and I meant it. You're mine now
and you are going to do everything I tell you. If you refuse, I go to
Professor Hendricks and show him the photos. And who knows, some of them
might just get posted around campus on the way. Now I gave you some
instructions regarding your underwear. Did you follow my instructions slut?"

I froze and didn't know what to say. I expected him to back down and laugh
it off, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. He guessed
correctly that I hadn't done what he said and my situation got even worse.

"I didn't think so. Dumb slut. I think you need to learn who's in charge
here. You're going to get on your knees right here in this room and suck my
cock. You're going to do it well and you're going to act like it's the most
important thing in the world to you. And if you don't, I might start
dropping some of these around the library."

He pulled a stack of papers with photos printed on them from his bag. I
didn't need to see all of them to know what they were. The top picture was
me caught in the glare of his headlights. I still just stood there frozen.
This was insane! I couldn't do it.

My "Master" just shrugged and stood up to walk out, keeping the pictures in
his hand. I had now choice.

Quickly dropping to my knees in front of the door I did the only thing I
could think of. "Please sir, don't show those photos to anyone. I'll do
whatever you say. I'll be your bitch. Please just keep this between us
though"

With a smug grin he dropped his bag on the table and walked to the chair on
the other side. "Good bitch. Here's how this is going to work. You are
going to do everything I say from now on. You will check your email every
hour on the hour in case I decide to use you. Unless you have a damn good
excuse, you will be where I tell you, when I tell you, and you will do what
I tell you. If you do have a meeting I will understand, however you will
make it up to me. You will always and only wear thongs for underwear from
now on, and if I ask you to prove it to me, you will do it regardless of
where we are. IF you do everything I say, this will stay between us. If
not, you know what will happen. So, to prove that you are going to be a
good cocksucker, you are going to crawl over here, take out my cock, and
suck it like it's the most important thing in your world, because as of
now...it is!"

I hesitated for a second but knew I really didn't have a choice. He was
behind the table, so I wouldn't be visible from the thin window that ran
along the door unless someone actually ducked down to look. I knew how big
of a risk it was, but I had to do it. Stealing myself for what I had to do,
I crawled over to him, positioning myself as far as I could on the other
side of the table. I looked up and saw the satisfied look on his face. He
knew he owned me and there was nothing I could do about it. I reached up
and unzipped his jeans before reaching into his boxer briefs and pulling
out his already semi-hard cock. It was as big as I remembered, but whereas
it made me horny as hell before, now it just made me sick to my stomach
because of the situation. Sitting up a little higher on my knees I wrapped
my lips around the head and started bobbing up and down a bit, swirling my
tongue around everytime I got to the head. I knew he was enjoying it but he
wanted more.

"Moan for me slut. Show me how much you love sucking my cock and how much
you love being my personal cocksucker."

I glanced up to see his phone out again and knew this was only going to dig
me deeper, but what choice did I have. I threw myself into the blowjob with
everything I had. My only hope was to keep him happy and hopefully get him
off quickly. I bobbed my head up and down as hard and fast as I could
moaning like a cheap slut. Anyone who saw the video wouldn't believe for a
second that I was being forced to do this. I still couldn't take him all
the way down, but apparently it was enough as he grabbed my head and
starting cumming quickly with a loud grunt.

I swallowed his load as he put away his cock and stood up.

"Don't you want to thank me slut?"

I couldn't believe it but acted out my part, Looking into the camera I
said, "Thank you so much for letting me be your cockslut sir"

Now officially my Master, he chuckled a little as he pocketed the phone.

"Good slut. Now I think you need a little extra training so you are going
to email me your address and phone number in the next 5 minutes and I will
come by tonight to continue our training. Your door will be unlocked, and
you will be dressed in only your thong. The second I walk in, you will drop
what you're doing and get on your knees with your hands behind your back.
You will always refer to me either as Sir or Master.

I know that you're not happy about this, but to be honest, I really don't
care. I've always wanted to have my own personal cocksucker at my beck and
call and now I do. You WILL do whatever I tell you because we both know you
really don't have a choice. I'm going to enjoy using, abusing, and
degrading you like the stupid cockslut you are, and you WILL at least
pretend to enjoy every last bit of it. See you tonight slut!"

He walked out, leaving the door wide open with me still on my knees. Almost
in a daze, I pulled out my phone and emailed him both my phone number and
home address. He was right. I was now as good as his property. I would do
anything to keep those photos private and he knew it. Just as I sent the
message, someone walked by the door glancing in, and I realized I was still
kneeling in front of the chair. Shaken out of my trance, I quickly
pretended to look around on the ground for something before getting up and
packing my bag. I hurried out of the library and to my car. All I wanted
was to get home and relax, but somehow I knew I had a long night ahead of
me.


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