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Christie tried to cheat by submitting a paper she didn't write, and the stern Professor Ross is going to show her what happens to bad co-eds who commit academic dishonesty. When he finds out all three of her holes are previously untapped, he really gives her a hard, deep, and painful lesson. By the time he's finished with her, he'll claim her anal cherry, her pussy, and her mouth. But will the sadistic professor ever really be done with his virginal victim?
Christie tried to cheat by submitting a paper she didn't write, and the stern Professor Ross is going to show her what happens to bad co-eds who commit academic dishonesty. When he finds out all three of her holes are previously untapped, he really gives her a hard, deep, and painful lesson. By the time he's finished with her, he'll claim her anal cherry, her pussy, and her mouth. But will the sadistic professor ever really be done with his virginal victim?
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She gasped, pressing her back into the chair. "Prof. Ross, that's awful. How dare you suggest such a thing?"
He looked unrepentant. "I dare because you are a little cheat, and if your morals are flexible enough to allow you to cheat in your class, they're probably flexible enough they'll give up that hot little body to me."
READ MOREShe shook her head. "No, sir, I won't. I'm a virgin, and I'm waiting for someone special. And I'll never, ever let anyone have my ass, as you so crudely put it." She glared at her instructor as she slid from the chair, taking the side that was away from him to make a smoother exit. She'd rather be flunked out of the university and end up working a menial job for the rest of her life than kowtow to his blackmail. In fact, she was going to go to the Dean and report him, along with admitting her academic dishonesty. He couldn't treat people this way.
Her anger propelled her to the door, but she never quite reached it. Just shy of grabbing the knob, the professor grabbed her instead. They were in his office, and he pushed her away from the door and toward a futon in the corner. She yelped her protest when the back of her knees hit the furniture, making her fall and lay sprawled out on the mattress that was folded down.
She started to get to her feet, scrambling to get up on the mattress, but Prof. Ross pinned her down, his weight fully holding her against the mattress. She tried to pull away and fight him, but he ripped off his tie in one smooth motion, in a manner that suggested he had practice with the move, and wrapped it tightly around her wrists before she could escape his large hand holding them together.
She tried to hit him with her bound hands, but he laughed and hooked the tie on a hook discreetly hidden beside the bookcase. Her eyes widened as she realized he was adept with this, suggesting he had set the scene more than once. How many times had the girls he tied up been coerced into it or convinced to do something for their grade, and how many were outright unwilling like she was?
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