"Good girl. Now, if you do everything I say... exactly as I say... I'll be nice and keep you all to myself." The professor said and adjusted his glasses position.
"But if you disappoint me once, even a little bit, and you're going to be a pathetic toy to me, my brother, and all of our friends if you ever want to graduate from this medical school. So do yourself a big favor by playing nice." Faddy said and stood up. He walked to me slowly and bent over until his mouth was very close to my ear.
"But...If you're nice to me, I'll be VERY nice to you!" the words sliding through his slimy grin. "So, are you ready to cooperate?" He said very lightly almost a whispering.
I took a deep breath and weighed my options. Contemplating about sex, it wasn't that I was an innocent virgin. In fact, I liked sex a lot, and could be a bit of a slut at times if I was being honest with myself. It just pissed me off that this old, fat, disgusting troll of a man would take advantage of me this way. He was completely disgusting, yet there was something about the situation that nagged at me in an erotically compelling kind of way. Although I appalled the idea of that pig seeing me naked... touching me with his thick, grubby fingers... But...As the matter of fact, when I knew I had to cooperate whatever the repulsive professor told me to do, no matter how violating and degrading, was disturbingly arousing to me. Even as I thought about it, I could feel the damp on my panties already.
"Well, what would you say, Lyn?" Professor Faddy asked impatiently.
I nodded slowly. "Ya...Yes."
"Yes, what?" he demanded with a wicked grin.
"I will do whatever you want," I replied, my nipples hardening and a rush of warmth filling my pelvis as I said the words.
"Very Good. Let's begin your tutoring now. Would you be so kind as to lock the door and remove your clothes... slowly. I want to savor the unveiling." The pervert professor said and sneered.
I stood on shaky legs and walked to the door then turned the lock and trembled with anticipation of what was about to come. Steadying myself with a hand on the doorknob, I reached down and pulled off my shoes and stocking, tossing them on the floor.
"Very good Lyn, come over here and sit on the desk," Faddy instructed, patting the top of his desk next to him. Without a word, I obeyed. I could feel the slick wetness of my juices beginning to dampen my panties more as I approached the desk. I sat in front of him where he had indicated and looked down at him massaging his crotch with one hand as he wiped his brow with an old, yellow-stained handkerchief he gripped in the other. From this position I could smell him... he reeked of the pungent stink of a man who bathed much more frequently in the salty filth of his own sweat than in soap and water.
"Unbutton your blouse," he commanded.
