Fingertips on Bound Breasts

"Fingertips on Bound Breasts" by heyall

PROLOGUE:

Elle Cohen studied her reflection in the mirror and she could hardly believe her eyes.

Her bare breasts -- round C cups -- were bound with soft black rope. The rope made exactly 3 loops around each breast, hooked around her shoulders, and circled the back of her neck to create self-bondage.

Overall, the rope formed a makeshift bra that warped her round breasts, causing them to protrude obscenely, while her large brown nipples looked fully erect from the pressure they were under. It took a while to get used to the tight squeeze of the rope around each tit, but it was extremely stimulating.

Everything else about her was proper. Her long hair was in a bun and she looked like a librarian rather than a professor. She wore a knee-length skirt today and her heels made her look even taller than usual. She rarely ever dressed like this, but it was politely suggested that she do so. `It will make you look so sexy,' Cohen was told.

She put on a silk blouse to cover her breasts and poking nipples, buttoned to the top. No bra today, aside from the breast bondage rope. Then she completed the look with a blazer, with the buttons done so that the protruding shape of her tits would be covered.

After a deep breath, she went to her car to drive to campus. It would be her first time teaching class with this underneath, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.

FLASHBACK: THE STUDENT WITH BOUND BREASTS

The first week of the new semester had been a disaster. The peacefulness of the university was upended when there was a report of a foreign student being infected with a virus. That student had been placed under quarantine for three days.

Most of the tranquility returned to campus when the report had been proven false.

Professor Cohen felt bad for her international students from Asia. It was early in the semester and already things felt off. Since she taught Chemistry, class unity was critical because most of her curriculum revolved around group projects.

She did what she could to brighten the mood during lectures, including telling jokes that only geeks would understand, sharing funny stories of laboratory disasters from over the years, and doing fun group exercises to end each class.

For the most part, she succeeded. She always did.

At the end of a lab class, a particular student caught her eye.

The Malaysian student named Farah -- who was truly one of the smartest students the professor had seen in a while -- spent a little extra time taking notes on a chemical compound under a microscope. Farah seemed like one of those immaculately dressed and well-spoken students who purposefully kept to herself. Her black ponytail was perfect and her brown skin was a contrast to her bright white lab coat.

Looking a little closer, the teacher noticed how intricately tied the ponytail was, along with the small hair ties that held everything in place.

Professor Cohen wondered how long it took the student each morning to fix her hair with those hair ties. She also wondered if the self-imposed isolation was actually on purpose, or a lingering effect from the ongoing virus uncertainty.

"You know that class ended, right?" the professor teased, breaking the student's concentration.

Farah looked up and smiled. "I know. My next class is in 3 hours."

"Ah, makes sense."

"Am I disturbing you somehow by still being here?"

Professor Cohen shook her head. "No, I was headed to my office. People usually bolt for the door after I unleash the harder topics on them."

"Actually, I've studied some of this in Kuala Lumpur. So I have a head start compared to your other students."

There was a polite smile on the student's face, almost as if to avoid hurting the teacher's feelings somehow. Instead, Professor Cohen appreciated the intellectual curiosity she was seeing here.

"I like your work ethic," the professor nodded and smiled back. "Well, I'm always available if you need me. My email and office hours are on the syllabus for a reason."

Farah's smile became a little wider. "Thank you, Professor Cohen."

"One other thing. How are you getting along with other students on campus? I don't normally ask, but given the current circumstance, I'm curious."

The professor could see the mixed feelings and pretend confidence on the student's face. Things were clearer than ever. It's common for foreign students to struggle with making new friends because of cultural and language differences. But the threat of the virus had taken its toll in other ways.

It made the professor's heart sink.

"I have a friend," Farah said after some hesitation.

The quote was stinging. `A friend.' A smart and lovely girl like this should have lots of friends on campus. Professor Cohen smiled as kindly as she could towards the student, who seemed receptive to the gesture.

"Like I said, I'm always available if you need me."

Breaking ethical rules (making an exception just this once), the professor gave the student a friendly pat on the shoulder. She wondered if the Malaysian student would flinch, given cultural differences, whatever they may be. Instead, the student genuinely beamed.

It was the least the professor could do.

Another false alarm happened two weeks later. Another student was put in quarantine for a few days and several classes had to be canceled for the week. The suspect was a foreign student, and whether it was right or wrong to even put that student under quarantine was a hot button topic on campus.

Changes with campus culture were small, but noticeable. Fewer students attended public rallies. Certain students were being avoided. Was any of that the right decision? Professor Cohen didn't have the answer. But as an educator, she felt horrible, as if the lack of unity on campus was partially her fault somehow.

While she was in her office, the professor used her time to grade papers. Many people would find this tedious. But the silence and concentration were almost a form of meditation for her.

Footsteps were approaching and she was pleasantly surprised to see Farah again, who asked if it was okay for a quick chat.

Making a point, Professor Cohen didn't sit across from the student like she normally did. This time, she insisted that they sit side-by-side, close together. It was a small way of showing solidarity. She knew the student picked up on the gesture and seemed grateful for it.

During their private question and answer session, it dawned on Professor Cohen that the student's intellect was even more attractive than the student's physical appearance. She brushed those inappropriate thoughts out of her mind and continued her job.

"Interesting, I'll write that down," Farah said, turning her attention towards her notebook on the table.

It was while the student bent her head down to take notes that the professor had a closer view of the student's intricate ponytail. The weaves at the end of the ponytail seemed different this time and so did the design of the knots.

"I love that," Professor Cohen said, after the student finished writing. "I've never seen a ponytail like yours before. It's cute, in a smart-girl kind of way, if that makes sense at all."

As if a source of pride, Farah's face lit up and she tossed her ponytail over her shoulder so that it would lay across the side of her chest.

"Do you like it?" the student asked.

"Oh yeah. It's terrific. Is it something cultural?"

"Nothing like that. To be honest, I learned it from a previous instructor when I was a student in Malaysia. I took the habits with me when I came here to America."

"That's always good," Professor Cohen nodded. "In my younger days, I studied abroad in Spain and then Israel. So I definitely understand having things that remind you of home."

Farah twirled the hair ties. "This reminds me of a lot of things. Do you... ummm... You get what I'm talking about, don't you? America is a much more liberal country than Malaysia, so I'm assuming you know what this represents."

The student seemed shy, as if this conversation was some sort of major revelation, using the tip of her index finger to pluck her hair ties like an instrument. It seemed like such a perplexing reaction to such a simple thing.

"Sure I do," Professor Cohen said. "I grew up with sisters and we played with each other's hair with bands and different scrunchies. There were a lot of great memories there."

Farah sat there, looking so perplexed and innocent with upright posture, before slowly smiling. This girl had a secret. But what?

"I can show you the rest next time, if you want. But only if you want."

The professor smiled, thinking nothing of it. "Sure, why not? It sounds like fun."

"Don't worry, I can be discreet," Farah said shyly. "Maybe it's my way of thanking you for the kindness? I appreciate everything that you do for me and other students."

"It's a pleasure."

The word `pleasure' seemed to have lifted Farah's eyebrow, which was the moment Professor Cohen should have known that they were on a slippery slope.

It was a week later when things escalated. Professor Cohen had just assumed that the student was only being nice when talking about taking things further. After all, they both had demanding schedules and the student had advanced curriculum to worry about.

But when lab ended and the rest of the class left, it seemed as though the student was ready to follow through with that promise, whatever the promise was.

Farah wore a looser top than usual -- a long and thin sweater with a skinny jacket over it -- and had a nervous (but positive) energy like she was about to give a major presentation. And now, Farah seemed a little less shy, a little more upbeat.

"Great job today," Professor Cohen said. "The way you handle equipment is stellar."

"Well, I'm sort of a lab nerd as you can tell."

"I knew we had a lot in common," the professor teased.

Farah blushed. "In more ways than just a love of science, I hope."

When the student pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and onto her chest like last time, the teacher knew this was flirtatious. There was no other way to interpret it.

"You have a new hair design today," Professor Cohen said, taking a close look. "I like it."

"Do you... want to see more? I mentioned it last time. My knotting skills took months to refine, but I perfected what I need."

"Sure," the teacher smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Farah held the bottom of her thin sweater and lifted it over her chest. The student was braless and her small, pointed and dark nipples were on full display.

But what made the image so jarring was the smooth black rope which tied the student's pert breasts. Each tit had several tight loopings of the rope, which also went around the student's neck to hold everything in place. It wasn't tight enough to cause redness or pain, but it looked tight enough to make a statement.

It became clear that the slim jacket was to cover the shape of the student's braless chest and to prevent hard nipples from poking through.

"What are you doing?" the stunned professor asked.

Farah continued the exposure. "Isn't this what you wanted to see?"

Admittedly, it was an enticing sight for the professor. It was her first time seeing a student's breasts (or any body part in a sexual setting) and the taboo was hypnotic. Professor Cohen was a woman who followed the rules and the blackletter law of this career.

Doing what she believed was the `right thing,' she had to pull her eyes away from the student's bound breasts to give a straight-forward and adult response to this madness.

"Farah, this is wrong," the teacher said, bringing sanity to a tense situation. "I'm your teacher. We're on campus, in a lab."

"But... but..."

The student covered her chest and held her head down, clenching her eyes tightly as she was on the verge of tears. The student didn't try to run away, she just stood there in shame, ready for any sort of consequence.

It immediately dawned on Professor Cohen that this student was carrying a heavy burden and wanted to share it with someone, anyone. A fetish. And now Farah was being rejected for it. Was this the student's attempt of making a human connection on campus in the face of all the fear and hysteria, and all the isolation that came with it? The professor wondered.

Wanting to make the crying student feel better, and wanting to build that emotional connection for a student in need, Professor Cohen used her fingertips to gently pinch the bottom of the student's sweater to lift it. She did all the work as the student remained motionless.

"Why do you want to see them again?" Farah asked, with her hands still down and her eyes still clenched.

The simple question caught Professor Cohen off guard, even while trying to lift the student's top. In search of any attempt for an answer, all that was left was the truth.

"I think you're interesting and beautiful. Your fetish is something I've never seen before, but I think it's kind of... sexy... and erotic."

Looking up, Farah locked eyes with the professor, then helped lift her sweater to bare her breasts again. Somehow, those little dark nipples had turned even harder. Oh yes, the student was blatantly aroused by this indecent exposure.

Farah breathed deeply, showcasing her bondage. "This is part of who I am. It's what I like and enjoy."

Professor Cohen was treated to the unusual view of breast bondage once again. The thought of anything like this had never crossed the teacher's mind, but at the same time, it made all the sense in the world, in a strange submissive kind of way.

Female breasts are wondrous and a source of great pleasure. The proper nipple stimulation could produce an amazing orgasm. The sight was mesmerizing, and the longer the professor stared, the more she was sucked in.

Farah spoke again, "My previous professor in Kuala Lumpur taught me how to do this. She's a Malaysian woman like me. She has sensitive breasts, like me. She taught me about self-bondage, and with a rope tight around my breasts, I can give myself orgasms."

"Oh..."

The professor's voice trailed away as the revelation hit her like a ton of bricks. This was something that teachers should never know (or see) about their students, under any circumstance. But she was still curious. Who wouldn't be?

"Can you say something?" Farah asked so innocently. "Anything at all, so I don't feel crazy for showing this to you."

Professor Cohen marveled at the breasts and she reached up to touch them. She wanted to grab them, but didn't. She didn't want to be so intrusive for their first contact. It was a real possibility that the student would reject the touch.

Instead, the teacher took a more cautious approach, using only her fingertips to graze around the soft flesh that was being squeezed by the black rope. The skin felt silky smooth and her fingers made the flesh react. She could see the shape of the breasts harden, ever so slightly.

Moving her fingertips upward, she circled around each of the small, dark nipples. She didn't touch. That was a boundary too far, but she wanted to with all her heart.

"Does it hurt?" the professor asked, briefly touching the soft rope.

"I don't make it hurt. I don't want pain. I only want enough."

"They're beautiful," Professor Cohen said, allowing herself to massage the breasts. "Do you share this with anyone else in your life?"

Farah nodded. "My roommate. She's my only friend on campus."

"How much does your roommate know?"

The professor's eyes shifted back and forth between the student's eyes and the student's exposed chest area. She dug her fingers deeper into the student's breasts. How she wanted to touch those precious nipples.

"My roommate saw this by accident," Farah admitted, enjoying the sensations of a teacher playing with her tits. "I thought I had privacy and she came to our dorm room early. I was horrified, she was shocked. But she was curious. And so I taught her. It made us closer."

Professor Cohen gulped. "Do you two..."

As an educational professional, she couldn't bring herself to finish that sentence.

"We're still figuring things out," Farah replied. "I know it's unlikely, but is there any possible chance that you can teach us? An American woman of your age must have more experience than us university girls."

The professor felt her mind spinning at the notion that she'd mentor two university students in the art of lesbian sex, or whatever it was they were looking for. The thought seemed ludicrous. Professor Cohen was no expert. Far from it. But at the very least, she had some bedroom maneuvers.

As forbidden as the thought seemed, she was equally as intrigued. Looking at the student's hard nipples, then the student's eyes, this seemed like a wet dream. The professor's pussy was moist with all of the immoral possibilities.

"I can't," the professor said, doing the `right' thing.

Undeterred, Farah used her hands to pull Professor Cohen's hands fully onto her breasts, meshing the teacher's palms against erect nipples. The blunt contact took the teacher's breath away.

The professor gasped. "You feel nice."

"Will you keep my dirty secrets, professor?"

Professor Cohen nodded, still holding the breasts. "Yes, absolutely. This is safe with me, forever."

"Come to my dorm room when the time is right. I want to explain everything to my roommate first and I know she will agree. Then I will email you the information. Please, please, please, Professor Cohen, I want you to come, okay?"

Before the teacher had a chance to respond, the student took a step back and slowly pulled her sweater down, which removed the teacher's hand from those supple breasts.

With the bound breasts carefully tucked away and the jacket closed, the student left the lab, leaving Professor Cohen in a state of sexual confusion.

The encounter led to many nights of masturbation for the university teacher. Through it all, classes had continued as usual and her relationship with the student seemed confined to straightforward explanations in the lab.

Nothing out of the ordinary presented itself. Nothing unusual happened. It was straight teacher/student talk and they both succeeded in avoiding any unnecessary suspicions.

Part of her was sad that their secret adventure hadn't continued. Another part of her continued masturbating in the privacy of her bedroom at night, giving herself orgasms over the memory of those bound breasts, along with the thought of Farah masturbating herself in that form.

A giddy sensation returned when she checked her email one evening.

The closing hit a sweet spot. `Love.' Students rarely used that as an ending signature for an email, and if they did, it was certainly by accident. This felt a little more real, even if unintentional.

After some back and forth messaging, they agreed on the time and date.

Now here she was, walking into the student dormitory for the first time in many, many years. She left her things in her office and went to the dorm empty handed.

She also stood out like a sore thumb. Where young university girls were casually walking around in pajamas, track pants, and old tshirts, Professor Cohen was still in her formal teaching wear of a buttoned-up blouse, skirt, and platform shoes. She was still in between classes, having an hour of extra time to spend here.

A few of her present and former students had recognized her and said `hello.' There were a few brief chats and inquires as to why she was there. All she replied was that she was invited to a meeting for the science club. A lie that she was certain none of the students would follow up on.

Making it to the fifth floor, Professor Cohen was a mess. She was nervous and her pussy felt moist. It had never been defined what this encounter would entail. As far as she was concerned, anything was possible.

Standing in front of her student's dorm room, she felt like she had gone insane. This was a student! Logic told her to leave. But as she reached into her pocket to check her phone, she saw that she was two minutes late for their appointment. Her heart wanted to stay, if nothing else, to find out what the student wanted.

Professor Cohen put her phone away and knocked on the door. As she waited for a few seconds, she strongly considered leaving. Maybe the student had changed her mind? The professor's toes wiggled inside of her shoes as her body was itching to leave.

Then the door opened. Only partially. Farah peeped her head to the side, standing behind the door. The student wore no makeup. And unlike classroom meetings, the student's hair was without a ponytail. It all hung down like a dark stormy mess, as if she had just finished a shower recently.

Even more striking, the student's bare shoulder was visible, as she still hid behind the door. Was the student topless? The professor could only hope.

"Sorry about the delay," Farah breathed heavily, from having run to the door. "You were a bit late so I decided to start without you. I hope you don't mind."

The professor stood stiff as a board. "Not at all."

"Please, come in, I want to introduce you to my roommate."

The student, still hiding behind the door, peered into the hallway and checked both sides to make sure the hallway was empty. When the coast was clear, Farah opened the door wide.

Professor Cohen was taken aback seeing Farah completely topless and barefoot, wearing nothing but shorts. There was no breast bondage today. Only unbridled topless nudity with messy black hair.

The student quickly held her hand and pulled her into the dorm room before shutting the door and locking it. She had been yanked into the room so fast that she almost did a ballerina twirl.

Aside from the cleanliness and neatness of the dorm, Professor Cohen was shocked to see the roommate there, a blonde girl, who was completely naked. The other student was laying on a bed, face down, with her butt pointed outward from the prone position, which exposed a cleanly shaven pussy. The student's hands and wrists were tied like a prisoner.

"Oh my god," the teacher gasped. "Farah, what's going on?"

Farah held the teacher's hand tighter. "Kinky games, do you like it? This is my roommate, Jennifer. We had toyed with the idea of doing something like this for a while. It was only a few minutes ago that we agreed to go this far."

Fooling around with a student was one thing, but two students? Together? The professor had never felt so torn in her life. She had also never felt so fucking aroused either. She looked at the bare pussy. A trickle of fluid dripped from it.

She saw that in addition to the bondage restraints, the student was also wearing a blindfold and was gagged with panties. 'Oh my fucking goodness.' The teacher thought.

"Farah, what is this?" the teacher asked again. "Why does your roommate look like she's about to be roasted in the oven?"

The student held firm. "I've never eaten pussy before. Can we do it together? The three of us, sworn to secrecy."

An internal battle ensued as the professor stood dumbfounded by both students. A part of her wanted to run. Another part of her wanted to bury her face in between the blonde student's legs, or into the chest of Farah for those dark nipples.

Fortunately, she didn't have a chance to do much thinking. Farah guided her to the blonde girl with the pull of a hand. Together, they got on their knees, inches away from the blonde student's bright pink pussy, which seemed to have only gotten wetter.

"Can I watch you have a taste?" Farah asked with a shy demeanor. "I want to watch how you do it. I want to learn."

At this point, it was almost humorous to Professor Cohen that her student had assumed that she was some sort of pussy-eating pro. But at this point, what's the difference? She had already played with the student's breasts and yet another student was in front of her.

"And this will be a secret?" Professor Cohen had to ask, even though she knew the answer.

"Jennifer and I come from deeply religious backgrounds. We would be in ungodly trouble if anyone ever found out."

That was all the comfort the teacher needed, aside from the already locked door.

Leaning forward, Professor Cohen kept her eyes on the pink pussy. She stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick. A nice, long one. It was her first time tasting another woman's fluids and it tasted much like her own. Delicious.

She licked on each side of the labia and around the crotch where all the fluids had leaked. Each lick made the student shiver. When she plunged her tongue inside the pussy for the very first time, the student gasped with a panty-gagged mouth.

It was such an empowering feeling to do that to a student, whoever this was.

"God," Farah moaned, watching. "You are a true genius."

It filled Professor Cohen with such perverse pride knowing that these two beautiful students were getting so much sexual pleasure from this. She was the root cause, after all. And she kept on licking and sucking at the pink pussy to the amazement of both students.

While working her tongue, she felt Farah's soft fingers stroking her hair and then down to her neck. The fingers felt so good. It was two conflicting feelings at once; having her tongue in a student's pussy, and having another student play with her hair.

As her tongue slipped inside the wet, warm hole of the blonde student, tasting that flavorful fluid, Professor Cohen felt her blouse being unbuttoned by Farah. One by one, her buttons were undone. It wasn't long until her blouse was open and the student pulled her top away.

A hand reached back and unclipped Professor Cohen's bra and she nearly gasped when her bra was pulled away. Instead, she just kept on eating pussy as her C cups were now free and hanging. She sort of felt embarrassed, having her older breasts hanging out in comparison to the young students.

That was, until she felt Farah's fingertips tracing the underside of her round globes in the most sensual of ways.

"So beautiful," Farah said with a low voice. "Your boobs are better than I had dreamed about. And your nipples... they must be as sensitive as mine."

Professor Cohen felt an electric sensation when Farah pinched both of her big brown nipples. She could have said `thank you' to the student, but a conversation about breasts wasn't something she wanted to have at the moment. She felt too embarrassed being topless with a mouthful of juices. Instead, she kept her face buried in between the blonde's pussy.

She heard Farah leaving, then returning.

As the professor kept licking the blonde, she felt a new sensation happen suddenly around her tits. Rope! Without needing to look, she felt Farah using a long rope to expertly tie circles around each of her big tits.

The bind was loose enough on each breast so that there wouldn't be any pain or major discomfort, but it was tight enough to leave an impression. The smooth rope was pulled and Professor Cohen's breasts were squeezed just a bit tighter, changing the shape of her tits and causing everything to protrude.

It was complete when Farah looped the rope around the teacher's body and around the back of her neck, tying it, so it was shaped like a bra.

While still licking the pussy, she couldn't bear to look down at her own breasts and see what happened to them. She was certain the shape was contorted and the flesh had possibly turned red as a result. And she knew that her nipples were fully erect.

It was a new sensation entirely and she felt Farah flicking and pinching at her nipples. This time, her nipples were far more sensitive. With an epiphany, she fully understood Farah's fetish for bound breasts. She understood the feeling it gave her nipples and she wanted more.

"Can I try?" Farah asked, stroking the teacher's hair again. "It looks like Jennifer is about to cum."

Professor Cohen pulled her mouth away and they both looked inside the pink, wet hole. Farah was right. It looked like Jennifer was only a few licks away from a big orgasm, the way that pussy was trembling and leaking.

"Go ahead and make Jennifer cum," the professor said, gulping down the leftover fluids in her mouth and licking her lips. "She's your roommate. You should do the honors."

Farah nodded shyly. "I'll use your impeccable technique."

This time, it was Farah who ate the pink pussy, while Professor Cohen watched the lesbian coupling. Her student was always a fast learner, licking and sucking hard. It was obvious that Farah was a natural at this and this was her deep desire. The professor felt proud.

While the student's mouth was buried in the pussy, the professor looked down at her own chest, seeing the contorted shape of her breasts for the first time. While listening to the angelic sounds of Farah having her first taste of pussy, Professor Cohen tweaked her own nipples, pinching and pulling them, learning the new sensations of her breast bondage.

"She's about to cum," Farah whispered in between licks, darting her tongue in and out.

Professor Cohen turned her attention back to the lesbian action.

"Use two fingers," the professor recommended. "Rub Jennifer's clitoris in circles and swirl your tongue inside. That should do the trick."

The good student did as she was told, using two fingers to rub the clitoris and plunging her tongue inside the pussy to swirl. Farah was a pussy eating dynamo and Jennifer reaped the benefits, screaming and crying into the panties stuffed into her mouth.

Professor Cohen watched in a dizzied state as Farah fingered and sucked even harder, and Jennifer's body shivered and shook. A muffled screaming noise filled the room along with the sound of a wet squishy noise from the tongue-job.

The blonde girl exploded and the liquid noise was unmistakable. Fluids dripped onto the bed and onto the floor. From the teacher's perspective, she could see that Farah's chin was turned into an absolute mess, but the student persisted in this oral duty.

After a few moments, the bound and gagged blonde student relaxed and went limp, collapsing on the bed. An orgasm like that must have been life changing for a student of that age.

"Well done," Professor Cohen said, proud of her student.

Farah turned to look at her, with a wet mouth, a messy chin, and fluids that dripped all over her small breasts.

"Will you kiss me?" Farah asked so innocently. "I want to share this taste with you."

"In all honesty, we shouldn't, but I can't resist."

The professor remained still while her student came over to her. Their breasts and the tips of their nipples touched and their lips met. It was a soft kiss at first. A wet one. Then it became a tongue kiss. Not only did they swap saliva from their tongues meshing, but neither of them lost sight of the fact that they were also swapping Jennifer's cum, too.

In that dorm room, they could hear a group of rowdy female students, laughing as they walked down the hall. From the sound of the outside conversations, they were from a gym class and they were talking about sports.

The professor wondered if any of those students were also secret lesbians.

CURRENTLY:

Her first day of wearing breast bondage while teaching was a success because no one noticed. Nothing suggested that a student was aware that she was braless underneath her blouse with hard nipples. Her blazer made sure that everything was covered.

Students left the lab and the professor stood by the window to see the late afternoon sun. The campus looked beautiful at that hour. She watched students heading home, or going back to their dorm.

When she heard the door to the laboratory close, she knew it was time. No one would close that door, except for her girls.

"What a long day," Professor Cohen sighed while unbuttoning her blouse, still looking through the window. "But at least I have two of my favorite students here with me."

She removed her blazer and tossed it to the table. With her blouse undone, she opened her top to finally set free her bound breasts. Her big tits had been aching in anticipation all day. Her large brown nipples begging for relief.

Turning to face the lab, she saw Farah and Jennifer waiting for her, dressed like proper University students. Although Farah had already taken this class (earning a much deserved A+ grade), this was Jennifer's first semester in a Chemistry course, after having a sudden desire to learn about science.

"I think we can offer you stress relief," Jennifer giggled.

Farah nodded. "It's always difficult to decide where to start first."

"Well, a simple kiss would be nice," Professor Cohen shrugged.

They all smiled, and they kissed each other as a trio, with all of their lips pressing and their tongues swapping together. It was the best kind of kiss because everyone got to indulge and everything was done equally. No one was left out.

Meanwhile, the professor felt fingertips roaming across her bound breasts. She felt the students admiring her exposed tits and touching her sore nipples.

When the kiss ended, Jennifer dropped down to her knees and put her face underneath the professor's skirt, finding her target. Jennifer had become a skilled pussy-eater in her own right, making the professor moan in no time.

Face to face, Professor Cohen locked eyes with Farah, the student who started it all. They gave each other one more kiss, before moving on to what their naughty fetish was.

Professor Cohen's eyes nearly rolled back when Farah bent down to suck on her hard nipples. The student sucked so hard that her cheeks looked caved in. It was a process that was repeated with each nipple. Back and forth. The breast bondage made the feeling of her nipples being sucked so much more deviant and pleasurable.

The culmination of two students working in unison to please her pussy and bound tits was almost too much to bear. And maybe it was. Maybe it was too much of a taboo for any normal woman to feel? But she earned it. This was hers.

Courtesy of her two beloved students, she came. And she came hard. Her cum came out like a faucet while her pussy and tits were being orally worshiped. Her long day had turned into a blissful dream.

When it was finished, the three of them stood in their close circle again as a trio. Once again, they shared a long three-way tongue kiss, swapping the professor's cum in their mouths and feeling the pressure from the professor's bound breasts.

THE END

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