Professors Pet Ch 02 1

Two days later, Dr. Mueller's class met again to discuss more of Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.

Sonya looked at him in fear.

"Some have complained that Lolita has no morals," a student said.

Dr. Mueller eyed the student. "But do you believe there should be?"

He caught sight of Sonya. Dr. Mueller's heart raced. Oh, he wanted her so bad tonight. He had her right where she wanted her. In fear and in compliance. She even turned in a paper. Maybe there was hope for her yet.

After classes were over, Dr. Mueller went into his office. He shot the following text to Sonya:

Meet me at the Rick's Pub close to campus. Tell no one and bring no one.

Dr. Mueller went over to Rick's, a local bar and grill close to campus. Nirvana's "Smells Like Teenage Spirit" played in the background. The bar owner was a fan of 1990s rock and grunge, but would play different songs on request. The professor spoke with the bar tender, a young man who was cleaning a glass when he arrived.

"I'll take a bottle of Blue Moon," Dr. Mueller ordered. "Oh, and someone I know will be arriving shortly. Do you know Sonya?'

The bar tender nodded slowly. "Yeah, I do. She comes here to get drunk sometimes."

"I have a song I want you to play when she arrives."

After paying for his drink, he sat down and waited for Sonya to arrive.

He saw Sonya come through the door in a heavy green sweatshirt this time. She slowly walked over to the table, like Dr. Mueller was some kind of animal that would pounce on her in any minute. His student slowly sat down and stared at him, asking "What do you want this time?"

Dr. Mueller smiled and asked "What do you want this time?"

Sonya raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I admit I was rough on your earlier. You were not really enjoying yourself."

"Was I supposed to?"

"If you want to stay in school and pass my class, then you will need to enjoy yourself. When was the last time you were fucked?"

Sonya looked down on the table. "It...it wasn't so much about being fucked but about being raped. My ex-boyfriend raped me two years ago. I called my brother, who was a cop, but...my ex walked away free."

"We get away with a lot," Dr. Mueller said. "Despite the #MeToo movement. We even keep power."

"As a white straight man?" Sonya said, almost angrily.

"Yes. Because we live in a patriarchal society. I used to feel guilty as a white straight man, given we control most of the power in this country. But I find it invigorating."

Sonya sighed. "Good for you."

The Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop" played in the background. Sonya tensed up in shock. "Did you ask someone to play this?"

After sipping his Blue Moon, Dr. Mueller put down the bottle and smiled. "I am a Ramones fan myself."

"Did you play it because you think I would enjoy it? Or are you just fucking with me?"

"I thought you would enjoy it," Dr. Mueller said. "Your t-shirt gave that much away."

"Yeah," Sonya said softly. "The Ramones...fuck, this arrangement is completely fucked. I should be angry with you, but I'm not."

"Tell me, Sonya," Dr. Mueller asked. "Was your rape a reason for thoughts about taking your own life?"

Sonya shook her head. He could feel the tension just by eyeing her body language. She was still but tense. "I started having these thoughts after an uncle molested me when I was younger. He made me feel special, used me." Sonya glared at Dr. Mueller. "That seems to happen with me a lot. And now the latest person to use me is a tenured professor."

Dr. Mueller shrugged. "I will admit, I have ulterior motives with you. But you also strike me as someone who needs help, someone who has not helped you until now."

"So what, are you my therapist now?"

"Call me a certain guidance counselor. I can understand the things that happened to you in life influenced many of your negative life choices, and that you struggle with them."

Sonya sighed. "So you want to fuck me to try to cure me?"

Dr. Mueller nodded. "You can say that."

Sonya looked around. "Well, it's fucked up. How the hell did you know that I sell drugs?"

"I'm a good listener," Dr. Mueller replied. "And I also have a social media account where I pose as a student. I've messaged many students and they say they buy drugs off of you."

Sonya brushed her hair back in anxiety. "That is so goddamn creepy."

"I get tuition is expensive," he added. "But if you were caught, it is possible you will be put away for long time. It is hypocritical that our justice system gives softer sentences to rapists and murderers but treat drug addicts and people who sell drugs even worse."

"And hypocritical that you talk about how the patriarchy is bad and our justice system sucks, but you are blackmailing me and fucking me against my will."

"Why did you come to me, Sonya? To my office?"

Sonya struggled to speak. "I...you seemed like a person who was easy to talk to, based on your lectures. And you had been open about your suicide attempt. I thought I could talk to you."

"Care for a drink, Sonya?"

Sonya froze. "Okay, I'll take one."

A few drinks later, Sonya was sobbing. "I first cut myself when I was thirteen. I hid the scars from everyone. Then I got into drugs to try to fucking forget about it all. I never told anyone about my uncle. He was one of the most popular guys in town. He sold farm equipment. No one would believe me if I said I was raped by my own uncle."

Dr. Mueller empathetically nodded. "That is understandable, Sonya."

"I dropped out of college the first time because I slept around, did some heroin. Even got knocked up. Got an abortion. Was called a slut and degenerate by my parents when they found out and basically sent to rehab. My parents thought rehab could somehow "clean" me but it didn't, no matter how much fucking money they poured in. Then they cut me off and told me I had to find my own fucking way through life. I tried fixing myself, Dr. Mueller. I really fucking tried. I even enrolled in college again, but I am still doing the same shit, except I am selling drugs this time to support myself and..."

Dr. Mueller nodded to her. "Go on, Sonya."

"I'm being fucked by my professor," Sonya cried. "Maybe I can't be fixed. Maybe I deserve this."

"You did not deserve to be molested or shamed," the professor said.

"Sounds like I deserve to be used, given how you threatened to blackmail me."

"Selling drugs will catch up to you. You can say what I am doing is unorthodox but you did turn in your first paper to me in a long while."

"You're making me scared to do whatever you want," Sonya argued. "I mean, why do you fucking care about me and my grades all of a sudden? Because I'm some nice looking piece of ass who confessed she tried to fucking kill herself?"

"You and I have a lot in common, Sonya," Dr. Mueller explained. "And we have our own demons."

"What are your demons? Have you done this to any other student?"

Dr. Mueller shook his head. "No."

"Fuck," Sonya put a palm on her face. "You got me drunk and I opened up about how fucked up my childhood was to the person who is using me. Were you getting me drunk so you can use me later?"

"You will go with me to my house," Dr. Mueller said. "Did you walk here?"

Sonya sighed. "Yeah, I did."

"Good."

Later, Dr. Mueller and Sonya ride together in a 2000s Mustang. Sonya sat quietly, especially right after they reach Dr. Mueller's driveway. She was wiping away some of her tears with her hoodie.

Dr. Mueller shut off the car. He looked at Sonya. "Get out of the car. I will be following behind you."

Sonya obeyed. Dr. Mueller walked behind her.

They entered into a kitchen area. The kitchen was small but there was a large round table in the middle of the room, between the door and the fridge.

Sonya looked around. "Nice place for a tenured professor."

"My wife and I lived in it, before she left."

Sonya eyed the professor strangely. "You had a wife?"

As soon as Dr. Mueller locked the door, the professor grabbed and kissed Sonya forcefully on the lips. Sonya did not try to fight back. Dr. Mueller turned Sonya around and forced her to bend on the kitchen table.

He worked on getting her jeans off and ripped off her panties. Dr. Mueller smacked her ass. Sonya gritted her teeth.

"Make noise," Dr. Mueller ordered as he gripped her hair.

Sonya groaned as he smacked her ass again. "Oh god!" she screamed.

Dr. Mueller released Sonya's hair to take off his pants and to take off his shirt. He forced Sonya to take off her hoodie and t-shirt until she was completely naked.

"Turn around," he ordered again.

Sonya turned around to let Dr. Mueller look at her beautiful curvy naked body. Her breasts were large, complete with huge nipples and areolas. He eyed her thick, gorgeous thighs. Dr. Mueller looked at her left arm. He did not notice the before, but there was some light scarring on her wrists. He gripped her wrist.

"Oh, my dear," Dr. Mueller cooed. "That had to be painful."

Sonya sighed again. "It was."

He gripped her boobs with his hands and moved them around.

Sonya did not protest. She sighed and put her hands over his hands and moved with them. Dr. Mueller pressed his hard cock against her ass. And Sonya, to Dr. Mueller's surprised, surprisingly opened her legs up some.

"Use me, professor." Sonya muttered.

The professor leered in closer. "Say it again. Louder."

"Just use me. Fuck me."

Dr. Mueller turned her around and made her spread her legs. He gripped her ass and moved her cheeks around, and he slipped his right hand into Sonya's wet pussy. She was ready and willing to receive him, but Dr. Mueller rubbed her clit hard. He felt her quiver at his touch and heard her moan.

Sonya breathed heavily and said "Fuck me. Dr. Mueller. Fuck me."

stabbed his dick into her wet pussy and thrust hard. He fucked her standing up. Sonya moaned loudly.

Dr. Mueller grunted and asked "Are you enjoying it?"

But Sonya moaned harder. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "Oh god!"

Dr. Mueller thrust harder and harder into his student. Sonya's wetness made him wild as he thrust deeper and harder inside her. He heard his skin clap against her ass and that turned him on even more to the point where he was practically choking her with both his hands.

He turned her around on the kitchen table and fucked her in the front. Sonya cried "Dr. Mueller! Oh god, Dr. Mueller! Aaaahh!" She let herself orgasm all over Dr. Mueller's throbbing dick pounding in her pussy. The professor jabbed himself deeper and harder inside of Sonya. He loved her curvy body. Curvy bodies were becoming more and more accepted and Dr. Mueller always had a taste for curvier women than even some of the skinnier bitches who taught at his place of employment.

Dr. Mueller growled "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder!"

"Fuck me harder, Dr. Mueller!"

"Tell me that you fucking want me?"

"I fucking want you, you asshole!"

Sonya moved with him. This surprised and excited the professor. "Oh, you like it better, don't you, you poor slut? You filthy, dropout drug-addicted whore?"

"Yes," Sonya moaned. "I do. I really do."

"Why?"

"Because...because I have to. And I want to."

"Because I am ordering you to? Because I will blackmail you?"

"Because I am alone and everyone views me as garbage, including you."

As Dr. Mueller fucked her, he rubbed her clit even harder. "Dr. Mueller!" Sonya screamed. "Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god! Ohhhhaaaahhhh!!"

Dr. Mueller pulled himself out. "Get on your knees, Sonya."

Sonya obeyed and got on her knees to face Dr. Mueller's wet cock.

"Open your mouth."

Sonya obeyed and the professor shoved his thick cock down her throat. He grabbed her head and thrust deep down her throat. Sonya gagged but she did not resist.

"You're such a good slut," Dr. Mueller remarked. "You have so many demons, but I can help bring them out of you..."

Sonya held still and cried as Dr. Mueller skull fucked her. "Mmm," he moaned. He looked down at Sonya and stopped thrusting. "Suck my cock, bitch. And suck it hard."

Sonya obeyed and thrust her head on her cock until Dr. Mueller moaned and Sonya tasted her professor's cum surging in her mouth.

After Dr. Mueller pulled himself out, Sonya coughed out some cum and gagged. She was on her knees for a few minutes while looking up at the professor. He looked down at her and said "I'm not done with you yet."

Sonya breathed heavily while she was on her knees, naked on the floor. She did not protest, she did not even try to leave or escape his house. How could she? She was completely naked.

Dr. Mueller was walking out of the kitchen. "I smelled that you did not shower today. Follow me."

Sonya stood up and followed her professor upstairs.