Lacey watched, out of breath, as the rest of the runners got smaller and smaller in her vision, as they ran along the side of the sports pitch, leaving her well behind. She stopped, her hands on her knees, as she struggled to catch her breath.
She wondered how this had ever been a good idea.
Go and get yourself a degree,
they'd told her. She'd laughed. She'd never been academic, but then she'd seen sport on the list, and wondered how hard it could be to do some ball sports and go for a jog every now and then. She could return home with a degree, and her family would be so proud.
She gave a little laugh at now naive she had been. This was not a little jog, this was a gruelling cross country run, and apparently were a regular feature on her course. If she failed to complete them, she'd be immediately sent home from the course. She'd have to tell her parents that their fees were non-refundable, and there was no degree. She wasn't sure she could cope with the humiliation.
She would finish this run if it killed her, but right now she was dying for a cigarette.
Pulling herself up, she headed for the shelter of the woodland to her left. The runners were well out of sight now, no one would notice her missing, and she could rejoin them on their next lap of the huge university sports field.
Professor Williams hated it when the sports department asked him to help steward the cross country runs, and always chose an outfield post where nothing much happened. He sat on his fold-up chair with his clipboard on his lap, counting them on their way past.
He smiled. One perk of the women's run was watching them all sweaty and muddy - the tiny shorts, and ample breasts bouncing in the tight sports tops.
He sighed. There was one missing, and he could see her stopped by the woodland. He waited for her to start running again, and irritably got to his feet as he watched her sneak into the woodland.
Lacey took the crumpled cigarette and lighter from the pocket of her tiny sports shorts, and leant back against a tree. She was just about to light up, when she heard heavy footsteps behind her. Twigs snapped underfoot as the Professor she recognised from the checkpoint, stood before her, covering the exit from the woodland.
"Well, well, what have we here?" he licked his lips. "You know this could be cause for instant dismissal from your course?"
Her breath caught. "You wouldn't?"
"Well, some punishment is definitely in order," he sneered.
She stood up tall, cast the cigarette aside. Maybe he wouldn't recognise her, and she could get away. After all, he taught physics - a subject that she didn't take - and she was quite insignificant, right?
"Lacey Cameron," he drooled, his cock twitching. He'd wasted no time in finding out who she was the first time he'd seen her walk down the corridor; purple streaks in her blonde hair, those natural round breasts that she never encased in a bra, hard nipples pushing against her tight tank tops.
Fuck
. She knew there was no getting away now.
"How much do you want this degree?" he asked her, stepping closer.
He was shorter than she, with greying hair and a wiry moustache stretching across his broad face. She could see he would have been quite good-looking once, before he'd piled on the extra pounds and age had caught up with him.
He wore a suit shirt, buttoned right to the collar and fastened with a dark blue tie. His suit trousers and polished black shoes looked out of place on the damp woodland floor.
"I wasn't expecting to have to get out of my chair," he told her, following her gaze up and down his rotund body. "Guess it could be my lucky day, huh?" He gave a hollow chuckle, his grey eyes looking right through her with a burning desire.
She felt his warm breath on her neck as he moved closer, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes!" he snapped.
They flicked open, focused on his thin lips as he ran his tongue across them.
"You know, there is one way you can keep your place on the course," he breathed. "I will tick you off on my list as crossing the checkpoint, and we can pretend you never stopped running, that this little encounter never happened..."
Slowly, she nodded. His cock straining against the crotch of his suit trousers told her exactly what he wanted. She took a deep breath. She could do this; she knew she could. Anything to save her degree, save herself from humiliation in front of her parents.
He was slowly unfastening his tie, not taking his eyes from her.
"You cannot go unpunished," he told her, running his tongue along his lower lip.
She nodded, trying to stop herself from shaking.
"You might even enjoy it," he chuckled.
He stopped laughing, and looked at her coldly. He trailed a fat finger down her soft cheek, stopped at her plump lips. He poked his thumb between them.
"Suck," he told her sternly. "Eyes open."
She hesitated, fighting away the feeling of nausea. He looked at her angrily, thrusting two chunky fingers into her mouth and making her gag.
"I said suck!" he commanded angrily.
She nodded, circling his finger tips with her tongue, slowly at first, and then quickening. They tasted of salt and tobacco.
"Hmmm, good," he leered, "You can try my cock next!"
She quickly stopped. He grabbed her roughly by her pony tail and pushed her against a tree. She let out a gasp of surprise as she lost her footing and feel against the wet bark of the tree trunk. He pulled her hands out in front of her, so that she was hugging the thick trunk. He wrapped his tie around her slender wrists. It was a tight knot that she worried if she tried to struggle it would cut into her wrists. There was no way she was getting free from this without his help.
She felt tears pricking her eyes, not even wanting to fight them. He kneeled down on the damp ground, and met her at eye level. His round paunch strained at the buttons of his shirt.
He gently wiped a strand of lose hair from her pretty face, and tucked it behind her ear, trailed his finger tenderly across her cheek.
"Now, if you co-operate, you won't get hurt, understand?" He tugged at the tie to demonstrate the give it had in it. "See? Not too tight."
She nodded. He was right; it didn't hurt and the fabric was soft.
"And of course, if you want me to stop, just say," he paused, pressed his thumb over her plump lips. "I'll let you go. We'll pretend we never saw each other."
She nodded. She understood; he would not mark her off the checkpoint list, either. Her degree would be gone.
"So, I'll tell you what I want to do, and hopefully you'll be in agreement."
But he didn't need to tell her; the carnal look in his eyes as he glared right through her, told her exactly what he wanted to do, and she couldn't deny the ache in the pit of her stomach.
She'd only been with a couple of guys, and they'd been her own age, pretending to know what they were doing while fumbling their way around her body. She'd often fantasised what it would feel like to have an older man pleasure her with experienced hands, just like her own when she pleasured herself under the covers.
He pressed his thumb against her lips, and she subconsciously poked out her tongue, swirled it around the tip. He let out a low groan. He'd not recently had someone as young as her before; so pretty and refreshing. He knew she couldn't be a virgin; he'd seen how she flirted with the guys in her year, and she looked more intrigued than scared. And she was about to be all his. He knew she wouldn't back out, her eyes told him as she sized him up.
