The Smell of Sex Part 3
by Couture
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or might be offended by
sexually explicit and situations. (c)2001 by Couture
Whamm!
Laura was in such a hurry to leave the General Classroom building unseen
that she collided with someone in the hall. She looked down at the middle
aged lady on the floor, lying face down in a pile of scattered papers.
Laura sat there staring up the woman's dress at her and
panties.
'Oh no! It's Dr. Adams,' Laura thought, as she recognized the sharp
features of the woman as she turned around. It was bad enough that Laura
had crashed into one of the strictest teachers on campus, but to make
matters even worse, Laura had skipped Dr. Adams class while she was in the
bathroom with 'Black Boots'.
"Oh... My papers! Laura, don't just stand there gawking girl, pick
them up!" Dr. Adams demanded, as she started to stand up, gesturing at the
papers that were scattered about on the floor.
Quickly, Laura turned, bent down and began picking up the pile of
papers. As she did, she gave Dr. Adams a wonderful view of her wet gaping
sex. Her braless nipples were clearly visible underneath her thin white
shirt..
An astounded Dr. Adams looked on with amazement. Here was Laura, the
most professional student in all her classes, with no underwear on, freely
exposing her apparently recently used sex to all the world.
Seeing this Doctor Adams ordered, "Laura! We need to talk. Please step
into my office, right now and then have a seat!"
Dr. Adams held the door open for the reluctant, bedraggled girl.
Laura knew this wasn't going to end well, but she had no choice; she
followed the directions and sat demurely waiting for a stern lecture from
her professor.
"Laura, you've always been a good student of mine. Frankly, however, as
a teacher and a feminist, I am a very disturbed about several things I'm
noticing about you today. Trust me, if I had caught any of my other
students in a similar situation, I would have them expelled immediately.
But because of your previous accomplishments, I'm going to let you attempt
to give me a reasonable explanation of this behavior."
"Now, why are you not wearing underwear? And why is your obviously
recently-used so swollen and wet? And why did you choose to miss my
class for these deviant activities?"
'This is worse than I thought,' Laura thought, panicking. 'She has
spotted everything. I can't tell her about what happened in the bathroom
or I will be expelled. So I better try to make up a good lie.'
"Well ah... Dr. Adams, uh... I've been having some feminine problems
see. Um... so my doctor has ordered me not wear any underwear for the
next couple of weeks. Er, she said my, ah, mucous membranes were inflamed
and producing... extra s-s-secretions. "
"She said my needs to, um, ah, air out, to relieve my, er,
condition. I tried to wear p-p-panties to your class anyway, but I had
such irritations, that I had to spend an extra long time in the bathroom. I
was in such distress that I just *had* to take them off and go back to the
dorm. That's why I was in such a hurry when I bumped into you in the hall.
See..."
Laura opened her bag to show Dr. Adams Monique's that she had
worn and removed, as if this proved her story.
However, Dr. Adam's keen, bespectacled eyes saw not one, but two pairs
of panties.
Dr Adams thought to herself, 'I thought I was going to have to get her
expelled for letting one of our male students convince her into forgoing
her education and setting back the women's movement. But this! This is a
very interesting situation.' Dr Adams pondered over her student, and
wondered how she could take advantage of this situation.
"Laura, get over here and sit down on my desk. I'm not sure I believe
you," Dr. Adams said, as she patted a clear spot at the front of her
glass-topped wooden desk.
'Oh, no! What is this bitch up to?' wondered Laura as she placed
both her hands on the desk and proceeded to lift herself up to sit on top
as ordered.
In the meantime, the woman grabbed the hem of the girl's
pink miniskirt and pulled it up to her waist as soon as the little beauty
lifted her feet off the ground.
A shocked Laura struggled to pull her skirt back down, but her ass clung
to the slick surface of the glass making the task impossible without
standing back up. Then her professor proceeded to raise Laura's tight
shirt over her small breasts.
"Wait. Stop! What are you doing?" Laura cried, as she struggled with
Dr. Adam's strong hands.
"Get those hands down girl!" Dr. Adams said as she smacked Laura's
hands away from her chest. "There's no need to be afraid Laura, I'm a
woman too, and I've seen what you have hundreds of times."
This assurance relieved Laura's anxiety, but not her embarrassment. She
could feel her nipples crinkle as they hardened under her teacher's
watchful gaze.
Dr. Adams looked down at the condescendingly. "As a matter of
fact Laura, I've seen much bigger and more developed than you have
anyway. Why, you are positively tiny!" she said as she lightly patted the
girl's making them jiggle.
"Humph. Little girl, you sit here telling me some concoction of yours
about not wearing because your is abnormally wet. Ha! I
may be getting old, but I didn't just fall off the turnip wagon, girl!"
"So you must realize that I can't very well believe every that I'm
told without seeing some sort of evidence. So unless you happen to have a
doctor's note with you, I'm afraid I must see this *condition* of yours for
myself."
Laura knew she didn't have a doctor's note, nor could she get one. So
she was going to have to tolerate this crazy woman's manipulations, at
least for now.
Then Dr Adams rounded her desk, walked to the door of the office and
locked it. As she did Laura could see the outline of Dr Adams's french-cut
panties through her skirt. This sight and her imagination of this dominant
older woman, clad in only garters and panties, caused Laura's sex to begin
to drip once again.
She could only sit there and wait patiently with her legs crossed as
tightly together as she could keep them, while her hands cupped her small
breasts.
'Oh no! Not again,' Laura thought. She was horrified that she could
feel her wetness flowing onto the glass surface of the desktop below her,
as she once again felt her lust for panties.
Dr. Adams struggled to keep her expression neutral as she turned around
to regard the beautiful, half-naked, blushing perched obediently on
her desk.
"Young lady, now I'm going to have to look at you to be sure you are
telling me the truth. So follow my instructions to the letter, okay?"
"Yes Ma'am." replied Laura.
"Very good. Now I want you to lean back and grab the other edge of the
desk with both of your hands."
Laura let go of her and leaned backwards grabbing the desk as
instructed. She looked down at the effect this was having on her exposed
breasts.
It caused her orbs to get pulled back and lifted up, making her appear
as flat chested as an elementary schoolgirl. After seeing her like this,
she was sure Dr. Adams would never see her as a grown woman again. She'd
always just be a little flat-chested from now on.
"Good girl. Now don't blush so. Sure your chest is not as well
developed as the other girls, but your small are still attractive
... to some... in a way. Ha, ha! I hear some people are attracted to
mosquito bites!"
Laura wanted to crawl under a rock. She had always been ashamed of her
cup size, but was able to hide it with push-up bras and a little padding.
Yet, today, her tiny girl-sized orbs had been exposed to criticism of not
one, but two separate women. Her blush reddened deeper and moved down to
her bare as a throb of pleasure stabbed through her sex.
'Why does it turn me on so, when another women makes fun of me?' Laura
wondered.
"Now, I want you to keep your feet together, and then bring your legs up
and rest your heels on the front edge of the desk."
An amused Dr. Adams watched Laura struggle to assume the required
crab-like position. All the while the woman felt her own sex grow
wetter.
As Laura leaned back on her arms, struggling to keep her knees together
and pointing straight up, Dr. Adams moved closer.
"That's a good girl. Now spread your knees," the woman now
ordered, placing her cold palms on both of Laura's knees.
Keeping her eyes tightly shut as tears threatened to fall, Laura slowly
spread her legs slightly open.
"Tsk, tsk. Here let me help," Dr. Adams said, as she grabbed the
wavering knees tightly and proceeded to force them down to each side of the
desk, displaying every crevice of Laura's very aroused privates to the gaze
of her lecherous teacher. Even better, the girl's delicious was framed above her cute pink pumps.
"Now if you don't keep your legs where they are, I will become very
cross with you, lady. Nod if you understand me, Laura."
Laura nodded her head, trying to keep her supple legs wide in this
excruciatingly uncomfortable position. She was very limber, but the tendon
between her legs bulged out as it was stretched tautly to the max.
"Now let me see if you were telling the truth," Dr. Adams observed, as
first she gently rubbed Laura's flattened and then Laura's dripping
sex.
After feeling her copious discharge, Laura knew the bag must think
she was some sort of slut.
"Oh dear me. Maybe you were telling the truth. You must feel
terrible," Dr. Adams said, as she wiped the secretions from her hands on
Laura's small breasts. "But I'm afraid your doctor was wrong. Going all
bare down here is not going to be enough dear. You are positively dripping
like a faucet!"
"I tell you what, you will come to my office, every day after class,
until we get this cleared up dear. Don't worry, we will find some way to
dry you before this becomes a chronic condition."
'Damn, I'm going to have to subject myself to this bitch for at
least a week. Why have I suddenly lost control over myself and my life,'
wondered a dejected Laura. She was barely relieved the professor had
believed her. 'Damn it! Why couldn't I have come up with a better lie?'
"Don't you worry little girl, Dr. Adams is going to make you feel *all
better*." The woman, walked around Laura, drinking in the girl's intoxicating beauty.
Poor Laura wanted to crawl in a and die, she was humiliated as she
displayed herself to her professor's intimate gaze. She tried to turn her
head to the left and look away, but on the desk beside her was a of
Gloria Steinem. It was inscribed, To Patricia Adams, Be Proud - Gloria.
'Be Proud...easy for you to say bitch. You're not the one spread apart,
aroused and dripping wet on your professor's desk.' Laura thought looking
away from the and back up at Dr. Adams, who was setting up a fan on
the desk.
Dr. Adam's turned the fan on and aimed it at Laura's dripping sex.
"Here we go Laura, this should evaporate those nasty juices. "
Laura was relieved to feel the cool breeze of the fan drying the
moisture that running down her legs. Her nipples had hardened to painful
tiny points, due to the chill in the room. Her respite was brief, as she
noticed that the sensation of the fans oscillations had brought the
pleasure in her up to a low boil. 'Please don't let her notice,'
Laura thought as she felt her chest begin to flush.
However, Dr. Adams did notice. She was peering through the glasses at
the end of her nose, down into Laura's wet folds as juices began leaking
out in greater quantity. She walked around the desk until she came to
Laura's head, then she told her humiliated student. "Laura, I'm afraid
your lips are getting in the way of the fans breeze. I don't relish the
thought of touching you down there, but I'm afraid it is necessary."
'Touch me? Oh God, what does she mean?' thought the horrified girl.
"I want you to hold your knees up like so." Dr. Adams said as she
helped Laura bring her knees up and hug them tightly to her chest, pink
pumps pointing up into the air.
Dr. Adams spun Laura around so that she was positioned diagonally on
the desk with the fan now blowing directly into her cunt. "Very good
Laura. Now, I'm going to reach over you so be sure you don't hit me with
your shoes." The woman leaned over Laura's splayed legs observing her
handiwork. Laura's was spread out and up, her wispy hair blowing and
her cute little ass clenching as she was teased by the fans breeze.
"Ok Laura, I don't feel comfortable touching you down there, since
whatever you have might be catching, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to
grasp you by the short-hairs so to speak." Dr. Adams leaned forward and
grasped the curly hairs on either side of Laura's sex, then pulled outward,
spreading her lips wide.
"Ouch!" Laura cried as she felt her pubic hair being cruelly pulled.
"Ugh...Oh" she groaned as the fans breeze blew directly into her cunt.
'Goddamn that feels good! Oh please don't go, please don't go.' she
thought as the fans oscillation sent its pleasurable breeze elsewhere.
"Oh the sacrifices I make for my students." Dr. Adams said, catching
herself as she almost laughed at her own sarcasm. "Is this hurting you
Laura?" she asked the groaning girl.
"It feels OH!!!" she gasped as the breeze blew into her open again. "...kay ma'am"
"Ouch, leaning over you like this is hurting my back Laura," Dr. Adams
said as she brought her knee up and placed it by Laura's head. "There,
that's much better," she sighed.
Much to Laura's dismay, her teacher's actions had now trapped her head
under the woman's satin lace panties. Laura could smell the musky
smell of her professor's sex.. 'Oh God, could she be wet?' she thought as
she thought she noticed the tell-tell traces of darkness on the panties.
Dr. Adams was in heaven. She had her best student underneath her
pussy, while she enjoyed the wet smacking sounds the made, when
she opened and closed it repeatedly by her short hairs. Dr. Adams
snickered as she watched Laura's pink pumps dancing in the air, with every
delicious smack of her nether lips. The vibrations of Laura's moans and
the blonde's nose pushing through her and into her sex felt
exquisite.
Laura was brought to edge of orgasm several times. She couldn't imagine
how her must look to her teacher as she opened and closed it in front
of the fan. Judging by the wet sounds and the juices she felt running down
her ass crack, Laura was sure she was leaking more instead of less. She
only knew that the her nose was buried in smelled *so good*.
However, nothing last forever and when her professor stood up removing
her hands from Laura's sex, she thrust her hips up desperate for additional
stimulation. Laura looked up hopefully at her professor, but the she saw
nothing but cold disdain in the woman's eyes.
'Please oh please let me cum!' thought a very humiliated Laura as she
rolled over onto her side, hugging her knees tightly to prevent her hips
from thrusting. However, this brought her face to face with the Steinem
picture once again. *Be Proud*. 'How can I be proud when my teacher is
trying to help me and all I can think about is smelling her and
cumming?' she thought as tears threatened to fall.
The professor walked around her curled up student, until she came to the
foot of the desk. She observed Laura's leaking sex and dipped her finger
onto the glass-topped desk and winced as she picked up a finger full of
Laura's secretions.
"Oh my! This won't do! Won't do at all. We are going to have to come
up with some way to dry these juices spilling out of your vagina, lady, before the contents of my desk is ruined by your discharge."
"Come on girl! Get yourself together and get down off my desk right
now. Why you've made a mess of it, leaving tracks like a snail."
Laura got down from the desk, blushing as she looked at the streaks she
had left, while trying to stand on shaky legs.
"Good girl. Now take off your skirt and shirt, and then sit down over
there, in that wooden chair." Dr Adams pointed to the small wooden chair in
front of her desk.
Laura turned her back to the teacher and coyly stripped off her clothes
and placed them on top of the desk. Then with her right arm over her
breasts and her left hand cupping her sex, she sat down in the chair.
"That's a dear, now place each of your knees behind the arms of the
chair."
Laura tried to think of some way to follow her teacher's instructions
without displaying herself, but she was clueless. She blushed thinking how
she would look to her teacher. 'Too late now anyway, she's seen everything
I have to offer. *Be proud*...' she thought. 'Ha!'
"I'm sorry, dearie, I know this is terribly embarrassing for you, but
I'm a woman too. And after all, it is for your own good," Dr. Adams
soothed the tense girl.
Laura choked on her tears as she placed each of her legs over the arms
of the chair. 'What a slut I must look like,' the poor thought as
she attempted to cover her gaping wet cunt.
"Come, come. Now Laura, don't be silly; lower your hands and grab the
back chair legs so we can do something about your condition."
Laura was about to die of embarrassment, but she complied with her
professor's orders. There was no way to hide anything from this stern
woman anyway.
Dr. Adams once again directed the fan's breeze toward Laura's
spread-open, dripping sex.
"Well, in the chair you won't ruin my desk," Dr. Adams said, as she
squinched her face in disgust as she glanced at the clear fluid left by
Laura's sex on the glass table. The woman wiped it up with her hand
and smeared it on Laura's tiny orbs. Then she sat down on the front of the
desk, directly in front of Laura's spread legs.
All the while she watched the teasing effects the fan's breeze was
having on her breathless student. Dr. Adam's own skirt had pulled up as
she sat down, giving Laura tantalizing glimpses of her teacher's and lacy panties.
Dr. Adams thought, 'Soon, very soon, I will have the spoiled brat right
where I want her, but I will have to go slowly and not scare the little
rabbit away. Can't have her blabbing her mouth about all this and lose my
job,'
The cold breeze was keeping Laura in a state of constant excitement.
Oh, how she longed to touch, or have someone touch her clit. From her
pained position, she looked up and could see under her professor's dress
and between her slightly spread legs; she could then see the woman's
panties and stockings. 'PANTIES ... mmmmmm...PLEASE ... please just
another sniff,' she thought.
"Well, now it's time to try to get at that moisture hiding down deep
inside.. Be a dear and reach down there and spread your labia for me. I
have an idea little girl."
Laura couldn't believe she was doing this, but she pinched her
nether-lips between her fingers and spread them apart, displaying herself
like a common whore.
Then Dr. Adams brought her right foot up and placed it on the left side
of Laura's pubes. Keeping her foot there, she brought up her left foot and
placed it on the other side. Then she pushed in and together causing
moisture from Laura's pretty peach to gush forth from the spread-open
depths of the girl's gaping tender pussy.
Laura gasped and dug her fingers tightly into her labia to keep from
masturbating herself openly in front of the stern gaze of her professor.
To make matters worse Dr. Adam's caught her, while she was staring at
her teacher's panties, through her slightly spread thighs..
Dr. Adams looked at her as if she was some sort of pervert, then
repeated the procedure several more times until Laura willingly pushed her
sex forward to meet the soles of the woman's shoes. Dr. Adams even
went so far as to miss and 'accidentally' stick the tip of her shoe past
the sparse hairs and into the girl's aroused cunt.
"Ahhhh..." Laura moaned loudly, thrusting her hips up to meet the
invading shoe, as she felt her body hanging on the edge of another climax.
Dr. Adams gleefully watched the wiggle around on the tip of her
shoe, until the poor was tossing her head from side to side, as she
neared an orgasm. Then she removed her feet from tormented girl's and said, "Well, I think That's about as dry as we can get you today honey.
Get your clothes back on now dear, and be sure to come by tomorrow, lady."
"Come on ... you can let go of your now." Dr Adams said
looking down with displeasure.
Laura was extremely embarrassed. There is no good way to go from
holding open your labia and moaning like a slut. while your teacher forced
secretions from your sex with her shoes, back to being a professional
student. 'I've already used up what little *pride* I had left with Dr.
Adams, just let me go back to my dorm, where they don't think I'm a slut!'
She thought as she slipped on her skirt and shirt.
"And don't forget! DO NOT to wear any underwear tomorrow and be sure to
put on a loose skirt - for ventilation, at least until your condition
clears up," Dr. Adams said, smiling.
Laura tried to straighten up as best she could. Her legs could barely
support her weight after being in those horrible positions and teased
mercilessly. She had tried not to stare up her professor's dress, but she
was sure she had been caught looking several times.
Worse, she kept imagining herself on her knees, with her face pressed up
the bitch's dress, smelling her lacy panties.
'I don't know how many days of this torture I'll be able to stand,'
Laura thought as she fumbled with the door lock and left quickly before the
horrible lady came up with some new way to embarrass her further.
Dr. Adams locked the door behind Laura and sat down. Her right hand
was busily working underneath her skirt, while her left was massaging her
breasts. She bent her head down, stuck out her tongue and tasted the
nectar Laura left behind on her desk. 'Ahhh....I've been wanting to taste
you for so long ... my sweet little girl.' Dr. Adams thought, savoring
Laura's flavor. It took her a while to - it always did, but after an
hour she trembled under the effects of a massive climax.
'Oh, this is coming along very nicely. I've never had such a pretty
little as this. I'm sure I could have had her today, but I'm going to
tease that compliant slut so much, she'll be *begging* to get underneath my
desk and service my for hours on end,' Dr. Adams plotted, as she
came down from her climax.
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