A Professor's Unpredictable Seminar: Part 2 (lesbian/authoritarian)
By
Caterina Duvay
(catclitduvay@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: this story is not for minors or anyone offended by graphic depictions of lesbian sexual experiences. Feedback is welcome (esp. lipstik cyberdommes!)
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In the aftermath of any intensely erotic lovemaking there are inevitably moments of awkwardness: the untangling of limbs, toweling off, pauses that cry out to express something inexpressible, and the ever-looming `what next.' So it was that I rather awkwardly extricated myself from these strange and beautifully perverse creatures whom I had known only in the charged intellectual atmosphere of the classroom.
Monica, the 40 year old redhead, had returned to university to pursue a Master's after a failed marriage. Sandra was a sharp and ambitious grad student avid for reading. Little did I suspect that both were immersed in a world I had barely touched in my erotic imagination, and that they would combine to give me the sexual experience of a lifetime.
My joy in submitting was not unexpected.... But I suppose the intensity of it was. Why did I crave being slapped on the mouth like a whore? Why did I yearn for it from these two magnificent bitches? How could I have given myself up to be stroked by a rider's crop, to be stung and burnt by its lash across my sensitive thighs and cunt? Why was I now becoming aroused yet again? What did these beauties have in store for me?
Believe it or not, my greatest fear was that they would simply leave. I had the sense that there was no going back for me, no going back to the `celibate' masturbatory lifestyle of a lesbian voyeur. And I felt so tremendously desirable! Monica and Sandra had awakened something deep within me and excited confidence in my sensuality as never before. I would be indebted to them forever.
My thong was soaked and in shreds; I still wore the collar and chain. As Monica swooned from my tonguing and Sandra's kissing and pinching I began to imagine even darker scenarios wherein I would be a degraded whore, a slut to their every dominating command. I was eager to beg for loving punishment, to be filled by hard thrusts, even to be humiliated...maybe lust had driven me crazy.
I rose from my knees while Monica purred in a post-orgasmic trance, but as I turned towards the bathroom Sandra reached over and harshly grabbed my sopping shredded thong.
"Where do you think you're going, bitch?"
She drew herself off the sofa away from Monica and leapt to her feet, pulling me by my panties and leash, drawing me to her luscious lips for a long deep romantic kiss. Monica was now sitting up on the sofa, her legs crossed under her in lotus position, smiling dreamily.
"We're hardly through with the lesson, Kristina," Sandra continued, before adding, "What a lovely name -- Kristina -- but I think it's also lovely to refer to you as whore, slut, bitch, slave."
Hearing these words sent yet another thrill through me.
"Down on your knees, Kristinacunt". She pushed me to a kneeling position in front of Monica, who reached out and gripped each of my nipples between her fingers. Monica pulled wickedly on my tender breasts and I uttered a sharp cry which drew a reward from Sandra -- a sharp slap on my ass and a harsh pull on my hair. She then harshly ripped apart the remainder of my thong, freeing and exposing my naked cropped pussy and never-violated rosebud.
"Our little whore will do exactly as she's commanded, won't she?" Sandra said.
I nodded vigorously.
"What a lovely ass you have, Kristina, a slut's ass beckoning for its mistress's hand."
I remained silent. My buttocks were still burning from the crop. Sandra brought her hand around to my mouth; I licked it, swallowed it, sucked on her fingers, covered them with my spittle. I sensed her kneeling behind me and pushing my legs further outwards with her knees, all the while holding my hair like a set of reins, keeping my head up and facing Monica, who retained her grip on my nipples.
I was on all fours, my head yanked backward, my small breasts stretched forward to their limit, my legs forced lewdly apart by Sandra's knees, my cunt open, my buttocks pressing against Sandra's taut midriff....
Her wet hand came down hard and with unpredictable timing on my right buttock, and as I gasped involuntarily Sandra jerked my head backwards forcefully while simultaneously Monica pinched and pulled on my nipples with searingly lovely pressure. My cunt again began to drip and a strange wonderful sensation filled my insides and spread outwards all over my body. I confess that I simply loved being used as a degraded slutty lesbian whore by these beautiful feminine dommes. I loved the taste of Sandra's young pussy, and Monica's mature one. I loved the piercing and stinging touches of their knowing hands. I loved the unpredictability of Sandra's harsh slaps across my ass cheeks and flanks and I felt a climax building again as the aftershocks of her blows rippled across my drenched labia.
But I was jolted again by a stinging smack across my mouth, surprising and just painful enough to temper my preclimactic rumblings.
"You like being a slut, Kristina?" asked my young tormentor.
"Unnnh" I attempted to reply as she brought her hand across my mouth sharply again.
"I didn't hear you," Sandra said, while Monica twisted my rock-hard nipples.
"Yesssssssssss!" I managed to scream.
My lips were stung again.
"Yes, what?" Sandra inquired.
"Yes, Mistress!" I replied.
Monica twisted and pinched my nipples even more fiercely, adding: "There are two of us, professor!"
I was delirious, trembling in a state of lovely degraded pleasure-pain, as I whispered: "Yes, Mistresses!"
As Monica drew me to her by my exquisitely charged nipples and Sandra kept my head and neck arched upwards, she spat on my face. I licked her spittle into my mouth with my tongue.
"Open your mouth, bitch" commanded Monica. She spat into it, into me, several times and I drank her sweet saliva with relish as Sandra continued to spank my willing and submissive ass. I didn't know how much longer this could go on: I was so hot, so wet, so drunk with novel sensation that I weakened and fell to my elbows. But Monica only strengthened her hold on my taut breasts and Sandra kept pulling my hair.
I screamed helplessly: "Make me cum, please, I beg you!"
Sandra loosed her hold on my hair and then I felt her capable hands grasp and pull and stretch my ass. She spat on my rosebud and its warmth took me by wonderful surprise and before I knew it my tight virgin ass was being stretched and filled by Sandra's fingers. She eased them in at first, slowly twisting them and pressing upon the walls of my nether canal. Then she abruptly removed them and I shuddered, and she proffered them to my hungry mouth. I sucked ravenously the fingers that had been fucking my ass and coated them, intoxicated by my own smells and tastes.
Monica was artfully and rhythmically pincering and stretching my breasts and nipples, sending galvanized jolts to my cunt, and as I lost myself in this pleasure-pain Sandra's fingers smoothly entered my ass. She thrust into me hard, harder, and I accepted them deliciously, moving backwards to increase her pressure, and when her knuckles slipped across the barrier of my sphincter I simply collapsed in shuddering ecstasy. I was hers, I felt her warmth and solidity and engulfing penetrating presence, the newness of being taken in my nether regions, and it became a sort of luscious heaven for me to relax into such indescribable perversity.
Monica slid off the sofa and cradling my face in her elegant hands kissed me so indescribably tenderly, taking full possession as I most willingly gave myself.
Sandra joined her lips to ours to cement my bizarre but wondrous capitulation.
"Follow me," she said, tugging on my leash, "I think you've passed the first exam."
(To be continued, hopefully, if readers are encouraging. Email welcome.)