Yes Professor Ch. 02

Note: This story is adult entertainment. It has explicit lesbian sex, vulgar/profane language, and graphic descriptions of the physical effects of a common type of violence against women and girls. Please don't read it if you are underage. This story is fiction; resemblance between these characters and any actual persons is coincidental and unintended. -*-*- She was a rather tall woman, I'd guess in her late 30s. On the day she'd arrived, I'd heard one of the nurses call her Ilham; that's how I learned her name. At the moment, she was sitting up in the bed at the other side of the room. She wasn't crying audibly, but I was sure that her heart was suffering crushing pain. She had just been on a video chat with her mother...saying good-bye for the rest of this life. She and I were acutely ill with the novel coronavirus. We were in isolation. I was sure that the rest of her family had been around her mother's bedside as she breathed her last, but Ilham had wa

This puts the story of the Walkers and Carruthers to bed. It is a review story covering the years and events, some sexual, some not, after the first cabin visit. There are some polyam terms used. Definitions are at the end of the story. As Marcy Carruthers sat in her office waiting for an important telephone call, she read through a diary she'd been keeping since the Carruthers and Walkers began a polyamorous relationship six years previously. She'd forgotten how much had changed. The diary served as the foundation of several erotic stories she'd published about their early days. She let each of her other partners read the material and suggest changes before publication. Some of the yarns were well received; others not so much. Surprisingly, her efforts had an unforeseen effect that she'd never considered. She'd taken to calling that week at the swinger cabin D-Day, for decision or determination, despite some derision due to its war connections. Multitasking, she

Chapter 12: Masseuse Mothra? It was well past midnight by the time the kaiju trio arrived on the remote eastern banks of the island of Borneo. Godzilla, Rodan and Anguirus all collapsed limply as soon they made it to dry land. The alpha volunteered to stay up on watch while the others tried to snatch a few hours of sleep before they had to get down to business. The King sat stationary, staring out into the vast Pacific - in the direction of his home while the sun steadily illuminates him from the face down. "You could've woken me up to take over for you, Godzilla. Were you really up all night?" Anguirus awakens by his side, his vision hazy. "I don't need rest." The alpha responded without taking his eyes off course. "That's not like you. The Godzilla I remember liked to sleep his ass off whenever he can." Anguirus returned. "Well you remember wrong." Getting up with a low rumble, the monster belly flops back into the water for a

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations. This story is a part of series, in which the victim is turned from straight to gay and that's is his fantasy to be taken like this. * I lay there as he moved from my view. I want to place my head down but I cannot because of the way I am bound. A few moments later he returned and dropped his knapsack alongside the table to which I was tied. Since this all began the minutes have seemed like days. He moved off to the bathroom and I went cold as I got a glimpse of what was in the knapsack. In it was bondage stuff, dildos, clamps and so forth. As the shower turned on a sense of alarm overtook me and sounded very loud in my brain and I twisted desperately in an attempt to free myself. Suddenly, a knock at the door of my hotel room. I struggled harder to get free and began to scream into my gag. Almost with a sixth sense, the shower was off and he came out of the

I was very unhappy about the turn my life had taken. First my parents had died of COVID back in January, just a few months before the vaccine would have been available. Then my wife got killed by a drunk driver yesterday. I went from having a small but tight-knit family to having nobody, in a ten-week span. Fuck this. Time to end it all. I walked out to the woods and headed for the cave. Nobody ever used the cave, so I wouldn't be found for a long time. I stepped just into the entranceway. I drew my knife and put it against my wrist. "And just what are you doing?" I looked around and saw a petite woman. Her face had a few wrinkle lines, so she had to be at least 30, but the rest of her was very well maintained. Me, not so much: at 33 I looked like someone in their 40's. I could see just how well maintained she was, because she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Her black hair was straight and short. She was maybe five feet tall, if that, and quite thin. Sli

I watched as Ellen's Impala drove out of sight, then I got back on the road. The trip was proving to be quite eventful, and highly satisfying, as I got back onto the highway, and set a general direction south. Towards late afternoon, I was coming up on Bakersfield, and I noticed one of those big motorhomes coming up next to me in the passing lane. When it drew level, I glanced over as it passed me by. As the last window at the back came level, I saw a pair of tits pressed against the glass, oh yeah, the roundness and fullness made my cock take notice, a real nice set. The owner of those great tits gave me a long, lingering view, then she lowered her face down to the window, grinning at me. I saw a cute face, emerald green eyes, and long blonde hair. Yeah, a nice set, but she looked awfully young. Probably wouldn't amount to anything, no doubt she was with a family, in a motorhome that big. It merged back into the right lane and started to widen the distance between us. Five m

Professor Stone was pleased when Jennifer arrived on time for their appointment. It didn't mean that she would be rewarded. It just meant that she wouldn't be punished further. "Time to begin, let's go to the room and have you wear the glass again. WE have to continue our experiment. Follow me, Jen" stated Professor Stone. She was happy as Jennifer followed her down the hall. Jennifer was coming along almost nicely. The trick to making bimbos was to take your time. She sat Jennifer down on the chair and strapped the glasses on. "Time for you to insert the rod." stated Professor Stone. "Oh...right." said Jennifer. She undid her pants and pulled down her underwear. "I thought I told you not to wear any underwear? Underwear doesn't help us. It hinders a woman's wetness. I want you wet and dripping, is that understood Jen?" Professor Stone said commandingly. Jennifer's mistake would mean further punishment once Jennifer fully