A Slight Diversion

While work continues on Rubberwerks 2, I got a little diverted by the idea of a hypnotic app. See what you think:

Dr. Simone Alexander sat in the corner of her classroom, eyes flitting between her desk and the students in her class. The students in her class, piled into the stadium seats, were mostly staring down at their phones. This came as no surprise. Despite Simone's natural charisma, a very handsome beauty besides, she had trouble competing with the dopamine fixes provided by the handheld demons.

Sarah Hamby was one of those. What made her unique was her dyed black hair, the bright purple lipstick, the drape of black that covered her. Her eyes were highlighted by very dark makeup, her skin as pale as virgin snow.

Sarah was seated right in front of Simone, so she couldn't help but notice the girl's disinterest. Her heart sank as she remembered how Sarah used to be one of her most engaged and enthusiastic students.

Simone leaned forward and cleared her throat before speaking up. "Sarah, can you please put your phone away and pay attention to the lesson?"

Sarah looked up slowly, a bored expression on her face. "Why? It's not like I'm learning anything important, anyway."

Simone took a deep breath, fighting the urge to lose her temper. She knew that Sarah was only saying what many of the other students were thinking, but it still hurt to hear.

"Actually, Sarah, today's lesson is about the importance of critical thinking and being able to analyze and evaluate information. It's a crucial skill that you'll need in all areas of your life, not just in this class."

Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Yeah, whatever," she muttered, before reluctantly putting her phone away.

Simone continued with the lesson, doing her best to engage the students and get them interested in the material. But despite her efforts, she could sense the disinterest and apathy in the room. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with - the feeling of being a lone voice in a sea of distractions and devices.

As the class drew to a close, Simone felt a pang of frustration and disappointment. She knew that she couldn't force the students to care about their education, but it still hurt to see so much potential going to waste.

When the class ended, the students filed out past her, not bothering to wait for even the end of Simone's sentence as she completed the day's instruction. When the Goth girl passed by, Simone saw her eyes flit to the professor in a look of barely-disguised contempt. Simone felt a flurry of anger whip through her skull, a buzz of bees that made her want to lash out at the girl. Simone took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she couldn't let her anger get the best of her, not when she had so much power over the students. As she gathered her things to leave the classroom, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to use her abilities to make the students care more about their education.

That was when she saw Sarah's phone lying on the desk, forgotten in the rush to leave. Simone hesitated for a moment, then impulsively picked it up. She knew that it was wrong to invade Sarah's privacy, but she also knew that she had to try something new to get through to her students. There was an app she'd heard of recently, talked about on some message board about combatting the influence of phones on student attention. It was supposed to increase focus on the instructor, but she strained to remember the name of it.

Simone unlocked Sarah's phone with a simple swipe up, scrolling through the app store until she found the one she was looking for: Focus Mate. It claimed to use subliminal messaging to increase concentration and attentiveness during lectures. Simone couldn't believe her luck - it was exactly what she needed.

Without a second thought, she downloaded the app and set it to run during her next class. She knew that it was a risk, but she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of finally having a way to get through to her students. As she left the classroom, she couldn't help but wonder if she was about to cross a line. But for Simone, the potential rewards were worth the risk.

The next day, Simone arrived early for class, a feeling of nervous anticipation gnawing at her stomach. She'd spent the entire night researching the app, trying to learn everything she could about how it worked. She still wasn't entirely sure if it was safe or ethical, but she was determined to give it a try. She set up her laptop and connected it to the overhead projector, making sure everything was ready before the students started to arrive.

When Sarah walked in, Simone's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but feel guilty for what she was about to do, but she pushed the feeling aside and tried to focus on the task at hand. As the rest of the students filed in, Simone started the app and began her lecture.

Her research suggested that the app worked as a sort of transmitter and receiver. While the app ran out of sight on her laptop, filling the room with a low hum, the app on Sarah's phone would respond. When Simone began her lecture, she saw that Sarah was indeed staring down at her phone. And the Focus Mate app would be running there, sending subliminal signals to the girl. Those signals would be subtly instructing her to pay more attention to her professor, to focus on the words coming out of Simone's mouth.

At first, Simone wasn't sure if the app was working. Sarah still looked bored, her eyes barely lifting from her phone. But as Simone continued to lecture, she started to notice a change in Sarah's expression. Her eyes seemed to be focusing more on Simone's face, and her lips parted slightly as if she was starting to become interested in what was being said.

Simone felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she saw the transformation taking place. It was working - the app was actually working. She continued to speak, making sure to emphasize the key points of the lecture. With each passing minute, she could see Sarah becoming more and more engaged, more and more interested in what was being said. It was like watching a flower bloom before her eyes.

As the lecture drew to a close, Simone felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had done it - she had found a way to connect with her students, to make them care about their education. Granted, she had needed this app to make it work, but it had worked. Despite a glassiness in Sarah's eyes and that slack expression on her face, she felt like she was finally getting through to at least the pretty Goth girl, if not the others.

Simone couldn't wait to see the results of her experiment in the next class. She was eager to see if the app had a lasting effect on Sarah's attention and engagement. When the day of the next class arrived, Simone was practically bouncing with excitement.

As she entered the classroom, she noticed Sarah sitting in her seat with a small smile on her lips. Even before the transmitting app was activated on her laptop, Simone saw the pleasantly vacant expression on her student's face. She quickly set up her laptop and started the app again, hoping that it would have the same effect as before.

As the lecture began, Simone watched Sarah closely to see if she would remain engaged. To her delight, Sarah's attention never wavered. Her eyes were fixed on the professor, watching the older woman stalk the front of the class. Simone noted how the Goth girl's lips were parted, her face slack as she stared. Something warmed inside Simone, a feeling of utter control she held over the girl that threatened to distract her from the lesson at hand. She considered how pretty Sarah might be if you wiped away all the dark makeup and stripped her out of the black clothes. Though her choice of wardrobe highlighted little of her figure, Simone thought the body beneath might be of the voluptuous type. Maybe squeezing that body into something a little more revealing...

She refocused on the lecture, trying to ignore the fawning look on the girl's face and what it did to her.

When class was done, Simone lingered behind to gather her things, watching as the students filed out of the room. As Sarah passed by her, Simone couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement at the thought of what she had just accomplished. She had managed to manipulate the girl's attention and interest, and it had been so easy.

Simone wondered what else she could do with this power. The thought of it sent a thrill through her body. As she gathered her things and left the classroom, she knew that she was going to have to explore this further. And she would have to be careful. It would be too easy to allow the power she wielded to get the better of her. To focus Sarah's attention not just on Simone's lessons but on Simone herself.

As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but feel like the world was at her feet, waiting for her to twist it to suit her. She had never imagined an affair with a student. She didn't think many members of the faculty even knew she was lesbian, her romantic encounters, what few there were, kept well away from her classroom. But now, the vague desire she might have felt for a pretty young woman like Sarah was punctuated by the control she could exert over her. Simone would have never described herself as dominant by any measure, and yet the idea of controlling Sarah, shaping her into a perfect object of desire, these thoughts would not be banished by ignoring them, or rationalizing the ethics of such a thing.

She had to stop using the app, she knew. If she continued with Focus Mate, she might not be able to resist the urge to warp Sarah further.

And yet, that night, she found herself exploring the features of the app in her idle time. And in that idle time, her hand would drift between her legs, teasing and exploring as she learned all the way she could insert new thoughts and desires into the head of the entranced Goth girl. She could add subliminals, insidious enough for the girl to believe they were her own thoughts. And she could deepen both the trance and Sarah's devotion. In short, she could make Sarah believe what she wanted and, in so doing, could make Sarah utterly bewitched by Simone. Before she realized she was doing it, Simone began entering new instructions for the girl. She paused as she considered the wording, and then again to quell the fire in her pussy, leaning back in the chair to accommodate a screaming climax once she had designed the new instruction and hit the ENTER key to seal the girl's fate.

It took real effort for Simone to restrain herself from activating the app as soon as the black-clad girl sat in class.

Sarah sat in her seat, dark makeup adorning her pale skin, a hint of dark lipstick on her lips. Her hair was pulled back off her face, but still retained the flowing black locks that framed her cherubic face. When Simone noticed the girl staring at her through those thick, dark eyelashes, she felt a jolt of excitement that was almost overwhelming. She knew the game she was playing here was dangerous, but it was one she couldn't resist.

The class lecture began and, with it, the start of Focus Mate's commands. Just the way Simone programmed it.

In her mind, Simone ran through the subtle commands she had planted in the girl's head. She knew that the girl had no idea what was going on with her thoughts, but to Simone, she wouldn't just be staring at her in class. Sarah's mind was invaded each time she glanced down at her phone, and then again at Simone. With every upturn of her face, it was as if more of Simone's programming had taken root. The look changed from focused to intense to adoring. When Simone looked at the girl as class drew to its closed, careful not to stare lest other student's see her desire, Sarah unconsciously licked her lips. Simone had never noticed how full those black-painted lips were.

The class ended, and the majority of the students were out the door as soon as the tone rang indicating the end of class. A few gathered their things more slowly, less rushed than the others. Sarah barely moved at all.

Finally, the young woman looked up at the older professor, her mouth open expectantly. Her eyes were dark and vacant,. Sarah knew she was staring, but it was as if she couldn't stop. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, but she wasn't afraid. It was like she was under the influence of something, some power that was stronger than she was.

When the last of the other girls slipped out of the classroom, Sarah's face brightened. A look of anticipation spread across her face. She rose, moving down the aisles of the lecture hall, her backpack abandoned, stalking toward the professor. With each of her steps, the anticipation on Sarah's face grew. It was a hunger, a need.

When the final step brought her in front of the professor, Sarah's eyes were locked on Simone's. Her lips were parted, her breathing labored. "Professor Alexander," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Sarah, can I help you?" Simone asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

"I don't know," Sarah said, her eyes never leaving Simone's face. "I just... I need to be around you. I need you."

A shiver ran through Simone's body. The programming had worked. But Sarah was a delicious fruit not yet ripe. Simone wanted her fully, to be altered in just the way Simone desired.

But the girl's words were an invitation, and one that Simone could not resist.

"You don't know what you need," Simone said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "But you need someone to teach you. To guide you."

The words seemed to have come unbidden, from some well within her that she had previously ignored. The thing with this app, with Sarah, made her feel alls orts of things she had never felt before. And now part of her was embracing it, chasing this power.

"Yes," Sarah whimpered, her body curling forward as if to press her breasts against Simone's arm.

Simone took a step forward, pushing Sarah back with a hand on the girl's shoulder. The gesture pressed Sarah's face down, her eyes level with the professor's breasts. "You want me, don't you?" the older woman asked.

"Yes," the girl panted, her eyes closing in a sort of bliss. "I want you."

Her body was on fire now. She felt an intense, animal need emanating from the girl. Good. That would mean she was hungry to follow the instruction. And that meant she could push her a little further, begin the changes that made her wet just to think about.

"I know you do. But why do you think I would let someone like you touch me?"

"Someone... like me?" There was real concern on Sarah's face. It was as if she had come to the edge of her desires and then been turned away.

"Yes, Sarah. Someone like you. Dressed like you're going to a funeral. That's really no fun at all, is it? Hiding your pretty body away from me. Don't you think I want to see it?"

"I... I do. See my... my body," the girl said, gulping down air between words.

"But only if you're dressed the way I like. You'll need to be wearing something fun and sexy."

Sarah's hands rushed to her shirt, almost tearing at the buttons in her haste to free herself. But it took her a moment to find the right one, again and again.

"Stop," Simone said, her voice stern. "You've already spoiled it today. You need to consider what pleases me, Sarah. When you come back to class, I'd like to se eyou in something you think I'd like."

The girl's hands froze and, after a moment, she swallowed and spoke. "I... I will."

"Good girl," Simone said, her voice full of approval as she reached forward to straighten the girl's shirt. "Be sure to sure to study with your app. Like a good girl. It's nice to be a good girl for me, isn't it?"

"Y-yes."

"'Yes, Miss,' I think is more appropriate."

Sarah sucked in a breath and released it with a shudder. "Yes, Miss."

"Good girl. Now go. And keep your focus where it belongs."

"Yes, Miss."

Sarah scurried off, breathless and needy. Simone felt no less needy. There was a heat between her legs that was impossible to ignore.

At home, she could hardly keep her thoughts on the work that needed to be done. Time and again she would return to the app. One new feature she found was how often those linked to the transmitting app would access theirs, to be further conditioned. By the most recent check-in, Simone could see that Sarah spent two more hours in the app this evening. And every minute that ticked by with the app open meant more of Simone's conditioning. The next class couldn't come soon enough.

Sarah felt so different. She'd tried to study, but it was hard to concentrate. It was like all of her senses were heightened. And, whenever she tried to focus on something, her mind would wander back to Professor Simone Alexander. But the more she thought about the professor, the more she felt this strange, bubbling sensation in her middle. It felt like she was filled with bubbles, giddy and kind of floaty. Sarah didn't quite know what to make of it.

Sarah had only one class with Professor Alexander that day. Despite the fact that there were other classes on the schedule, it was Professor Alexander that she thought of.  She tried to focus on her notes, but all she could think about was how she felt the last time she'd been with the professor. Professor Alexander towered over her, made her feel small and weak and needy. And she wanted to please Professor Alexander. There was something scratching at the back of her mind, telling her that she could please her, if only she would do something. Something just for Professor Alexander.

Snapping her notebook shut, Sarah rose from her seat and began to gather her things. Sarah stumbled through the door of her class and out of the building. She was blinded by the sunlight, dazed by the sudden bright light and by the whirl in her mind. She took a few steps, made it to the side of the building before she collapsed to the ground with a gurgling cry. Her body shook and she wracked with a need Sarah didn't fully understand.

She just kept thinking about Professor Alexander, over and over and over. Her mind was filled with images of the professor. Her lips, her smile, the way she walked. It was all so clear, so crystal clear. It was like she could see Simone Alexander whenever she closed her eyes. It was like she was under a spell, a spell that told her how best to please the professor and how important it was for her to do so.

Professor Alexander's class wasn't for another three hours. That time felt like an eternity, and also perhaps not long enough for her to make the changes she knew the professor wanted to see in her.

The next hour was spent in a blur of clothing. She could see the professor's face staring back at her in the mirror and the feel the flow of fabric over her body. It all felt so right, so perfect. With each change, Sarah felt like she was a goddess. She felt like her legs were longer and her hips were a little softer. Her breasts felt fuller and her skin felt softer.

It was all so good and so right.

After she dressed in clothes pushed to the back of her closet, the kind of clothes she had given up once she began hiding herself in the black, layered clothing of the Goth aesthetic, she saw the other thing that the professor would certainly want her to change. And she felt a little spasm of pleasure in her pussy when she realized all she had done in anticipation of class was done in an effort to please Professor Alexander.

That pleasure made her brain feel foggy and distant. Her arms moved mechanically, wiping away the dark makeup on her lips and around her eyes. When her face was clean, free of all artificial darkness, she began to replace the makeup with something more subtle. These new efforts were meant to emphasize her naturally big eyes and the fullness of her mouth. Part of her saw how changed she looked, how the young woman she began the day as had been buried beneath this new persona. Or, perhaps, this new persona was the real her, and the heavy makeup and dark clothes had been her efforts to hide her. It was so hard to thing. All she was sure of was that Professor Alexander would help her understand, and in helping her understanding, would make her feel complete.

Moving across campus from her dorm room to the class was an entirely new experience. Eyes followed her and hungered for her. That made her feel good. If the boys on campus wanted her this way, maybe the professor would, too. And her body was made for enticement, especially now that she allowed her legs to be viewed under a short white skirt. The tops was clinging and purple, emphasizing the cleavage of her D-cup breasts. She hated being objectified by the sight of her breasts before, and hid the rise of her chest. Feeling the bounce of her chest now made her center heat again, a feeling that she was doing as Professor Alexander desired. That she was being a good girl.

She didn't bother taking her usual seat at the middle of the class. Instead, she sat up front. There she could be closer to the professor, be seen and appreciated by the woman who was moving closer to the center of her life. When Professor Alexander entered, Sarah gasped. Her body shuddered. And whatever desire she felt before was amplified and made a whole-body need for the older woman. She waited for her obsession to teach her.

* * * * *

Simone was running late for class. She was busy with lesson planning, dealing with some students who wanted to dispute their grades, despite not having done any of the work to actually earn a decent grade, and, of course, her work in programming the Focus Mate app for Sarah. Not only was she reinforcing some of the new demands for clothing but adding something more sinister in framing her new personality.

She wanted Sarah to desire to be the slut she was being forced to become. She wanted her to crave to be her little whore. She didn't want Sarah to be forced to serve her, but to want to. Simone wanted to create the little slut she knew Sarah was inside and frame her desire to be pleasing to Simone in every way. In any way. Simone knew the behavior she engaged in was deeply unethical, but the thought of having her own personal bimbo was too sweet to resist. And she would treat the girl well, of course. As she would any pet.

The app's ability to influence thoughts and desires was a tremendous power, one that could reshape the world. And she was using it on Sarah. It was the kind of thing you would see a man think of, to take what they wanted if they had power over others. Simone was not only ignoring her own sense of morality but embracing the dark side of herself by using her power to take what she wanted from someone else. To display a power usually reserved for those who assumed superiority. But wasn't she superior? She had subsumed the will of another, and wasn't that the ultimate expression of her own self?

These questions dogged her from the office to her classroom, vaguely worried that it might all be for naught. Sarah might not have followed the instruction at all, despite her time looking at the app. This might all be a twisted fantasy of the professor, unable to be drawn into the world outside of those lurid dreams.

And then she entered the lecture hall. Sarah sat in the front row, and it took Simone a moment to confirm that this was, in fact, Sarah.  Her eyes widened in surprise. There was a subtle sexuality in the way she held herself, the way she leaned forward, the way her skirt hugged her hips, her legs crossed to hide her delta. Her shirt was cut low, and Simone's pussy spasmed, her mind suddenly filled with a desire to pull the shirt aside and suckle on Sarah's breasts. Her skin was flawless and pale, and the idea of covering it with her mouth and tongue filled with Simone with a sudden need.  Her eyes rested on Sarah's lips and she could see the soft pink of her lipstick.

There was a different quality to Sarah's beauty than before.  Gone were the dark clothes, the black eyeliner and lipstick. Those had been replaced by brighter, softer colors. Her naturally pale skin, untouched by the sun for some time, was no longer covered from neck to ankles. Her legs were nearly bare, thanks to the short skirt. And Simone had only guessed at how her body might look after shedding the loose clothes. She had just a hint of fat, a general softness that accentuated her hips and breasts, giving her a seductive hourglass shape.

When she saw Simone, Sarah's face blushed and her legs uncrossed and re-crossed, giving the professor a glimpse of her pale blue panties. Simone wondered what other clothes might be hiding in the girl's closet. More importantly, had the instruction to dress like the typical college slut been joined by the other suggestions? Would Sarah be hers?

"Good afternoon, Sarah," the professor said, passing by on her way to the dais where she opened her laptop.

Sarah's response was a sharp inhalation and a deeper flush of her cheeks. Simoen could imagine her pussy growing hungry under those pale panties.

"We have work ahead of us," she began, addressing the class at large. Her eyes never left the coed in the front row for long, her big brown eyes fixed on the professor in an expression approaching awe. Before their first meeting in Simone's office, the professor started the Focus Mate app, broadcasting further reinforcement for her thrall while she taught. When the app flashed its badge on Sarah's phone, the girl became focused on that, her attention unevenly divided between her instructor and the app delivering a new load of programming into her softening brain.

Sarah felt herself slipping. Looking down at her phone screen, it felt like she was being sucked down into a vortex.  The professor's voice. The app. The professor's words. The app. They were the same sound, bouncing back and forth in her head, their meaning lost as they merged. The lines between Sarah and Professor Alexander, Sarah and her phone, Sarah's world and the professor's dimmed. She was being pulled into an inescapable whirlpool.  Her phone slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a clattering thud.  She didn't even hear it.  Her mind was sinking deeper, her will to resist, already a distant memory, swept away in the current.  All that was left was the current.  And what was the point of fighting?  Her mind was already resolved.  It was easier just to give in to the swirling maelstrom.  Awareness crept back only when she saw a well-manicured hand placing the phone back on her desk. She looked up, Professor Alexander towering over her, the rest of the students filing out of the lecture hall.

"I think you dropped this," the professor said. "I think you should come to my office, Sarah. I'm concerned that you are becoming distracted in my class. You know I only want to help you, right, Sarah?"

The way the professor's lips curled around her name made Sarah feel even weaker and more lost. It was hard to remember anything about the class, only that she felt good. Not just good, but almost helpless. And the nearness of the professor had her breathing in quick and shallow breaths. She looked so strong. So important. And she was inviting Sarah back to her office. her heart raced and she unconsciously thrust out her chest, enticing the professor further. Something in her brain told her that is Professor Alexander was kind enough to notice her, she should give her something worth noticing.

The professor said nothing more, but marched down the hall toward her office, leaving Sarah to quickly gather her backpack and things and scurry behind. With her heels on, she had to take shorter steps, and gave her gait a mincing quality that made her feel self-conscious. She wasn't sure why she'd picked today's outfit. All she knew was that it seemed to make Professor Alexander happy, and that was a good thing. Making her professor was good, in general. The thought that she might ever make Professor unhappy made her squirm and her stomach sink.

Professor Alexander inserted the key in her office door and opened it, ushering Sarah inside.

Simone watched the student enter her office with thinly-hidden lust. The way her body moved and jiggled pleasantly as she took a seat in front of the desk. She closed the door behind them.

The office was lined with books and periodicals, pored over for academic articles Simone had to write in order to keep her job at the university. She wondered if she might use the app on her superiors, perhaps convince them that the near-constant hustle to keep her position was no longer necessary. Part of her balked at the idea, that she should not be seduced by the power she used on this girl. At least not until she could determine how long the effects of the app might last. That, of course, meant ceasing her programming of the sexy coed, and that was something she was not yet ready to do.

She crossed in front of Sarah, leaned against her desk. She'd worn a smart red skirt that day, nearly to her knees, and, matched with calf-high black boots, her legs were barely visible and yet entirely alluring. Her cream top was unbuttoned to a professional level, but suggested the curve of her breasts beneath. Sarah's eyes studied her, her mouth left just slightly open. Simone savored that dim look on her face and the part of her pink lips.

"I have noticed you looking at me during class, Sarah. I wondered if everything was alright?"

Sarah shook her head, like she was shaking off the cobwebs.  For a moment, she looked confused. And then she looked back into Professor Alexander's eyes.  She nodded, her lips pursed together, her fingers pressed against her flat stomach.

"I am fine, Professor. Just having trouble concentrating."

"I hope it is not my appearance that has been distracting you," the professor said, gently taking Sarah's hand and rubbing the inside of her wrist with her thumb. "You seem very interested in my body. I'm not sure if you realize how distracting that is, but it makes it hard for me to teach when I know you are thinking of me, thinking of me in ways that might be less than professional. And I worry I don't have your full attention."

"Oh, Professor," Sarah said, her voice dropping into a whisper. "You have my full attention. I was just…"

"Just what?"

"It's been hard to concentrate." She squinted, a look that struck Simone as adorable. She was clearly trying to fight through the impulses the app delivered to her subconscious. That would be another change she could make in the next round of programming. The thought of further changes in the girl only stoked the flames between her legs.

"I think maybe someone has a crush," Simone purred. "It's natural. Students have had crushes on their professors, probably back to Plato and Aristotle. And I appreciate how you have dressed so provocatively just to catch my eye. Or am I mistaken?"

It was difficult for Simone not to pant. The feeling of control that consumed her made her feel powerful and aroused. And the conflicted look on the face of the would-be slut only fueled that desire.

"Well?" she asked again. "Did you dress this way for me?"

Her pink mouth opened, worked like a fish for a moment, and then, finally the sound came: "Y-yes, Professor Alexander. I wanted to dress up for you."

God, how those words made Simone shiver, as if her ears bypassed her brain entirely and moved directly to her clit. The girl's submission was a verbal stroke of that swollen cluster of nerves.

"I adore it. It makes me feel good when you do things for me. Would you like to do more for me, Sarah?"

"Yes, Professor Alexander." This came faster. Now that her first admission of submission had come, now it flowed from her as if the dam had burst.

"What would you do for me?"

"Anything," the girl panted.

Simone's eyes fixed on Sarah's. The girl gripped the arms of the chair in which she sat, her knuckles drained white by the desire flowing through her. While their gazes remaine don one another, Simone lifted her skirt, gathering it up her legs with her fingers, exposing more and more of her thighs until she exposed the dark, lacy panties beneath.

"Would you like to please me, Sarah? Really please me?"

The girl's eyes broke their hold of the professor's to glance down at the professor's lace panties. Beneath, the red fur could be seen through the lace. Sarah's mouth watered.

Though she had never been with another woman, had never really considered what that might be like, now that she was faced with the professor's pussy, all she wanted was to taste it.

"On your knees, Sarah," Simone said.

She slid from the chair and onto her knees. There was little room between the desk and thatc hair, and so Sarah's face was only bare inches from the professor's covered muff.

"Good girl," said the professor. "Now, pull up your skirt and spread your legs. I want to see your cunt while you pleasure me."

Sarah spread her legs, shifting her position on the floor, and hiked her skirt so that Simone could see the light blue panties for herself. She was pleased to see that there was a damp spot spreading at the core of her.  With one hand, Sarah pushed the panties to the side, exposing her pink lips. Her fingers teased the outer labia and slid up to her clit, her hips rolling as her fingers moved in a swift, circular motion.

"Good girl. And you do want to be a good girl for me, don't you?"

Infused with lust, the girl hissed, "Yes."

"I think you should show some respect, Sarah. When you answer me, you say, 'Yes, Miss.' You'll do that for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Miss," Sarah breathed. Her hips moved faster. Simone was worried the girl might cum before she ever tasted the professor's cunt.

"That's my good girl. Keep playing with yourself, but watch me. And every time you cum, you can give me a kiss. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Miss."

Simone moved slid her panties down her legs, revealing her cunt to the girl. She spread her outer lips, revealing her wet pussy to the young student.  The student's eyes were locked on her pussy, her hips rocking with her fingers and her hips.  The smell of her arousal filled the room.  The girl's moans were audible.

"You want to eat my pussy, don't you, Sarah? Tell me."

"Yes, Miss. I want to eat your pussy."

"Then do it."

The girl's  head dove between the professor's legs. The lips of her cunt were moist with her juices as the student's tongue slipped out and tasted her. Simone moaned, her hand grabbing a fistful of the student's hair and guiding her face into her cunt.  She pulled the girl's face deeper, massaging her professor's lips with her tongue. Simone tugged at the girl's hair, holding her in place as her tongue flicked over Simone's clit, diving lower to taste her.  The student's hips moved while she flicked her clit with two wet fingers, her face buried between the professor's legs. Sarah's tongue moved with more force now, tickling her clitoris and lapping her juices from the folds of Simone's pussy.

"Oh, Sarah," the professor moaned, her hips rocking against the girl's face. "I think we may have found the perfect job for you. You can be my little - oh yes! - my little slut. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes, Miss," the girl replied, the answer muffled by the professor's pussy, and the girl resumed her assault on Simone's clit. The professor's desire was too great, and she felt the explosion building.

"You have five seconds to cum, slut. Hands off after."

Sarah moaned and nodded.

"Five. Four. Three." There was a pause as Simone felt her own climax swell. "Two. One."

While Sarah's hands moved away from her lap, Simone gripped the back of the girl's head, grinding against her face as the climax ripped through the professor, drawing a ragged moan from her throat.

"Good girl," the professor purred. "Did you cum also, Sarah?"

"No, Miss."

"Aw. That is a shame. How do you feel?"

"I-" She hesitated again, then forged ahead. "I need you. I want you, Miss."

"Remeber that. When I ask you to cum, you better be ready for it."

"Yes, Miss."

"Now clean yourself up. I have other classes today. And be sure to use your Focus Mate app tonight, my good girl. You will be happy you did."

"Yes, Miss. I will."

Simone grinned. Of course she would.