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A Different Kind Of Honor Student (Ruphhausin / candycoatedkarma)

Ruphhausin

Ruphhausin

Supernova
Joined
Jul 2, 2009
Devon Dunham was waiting patiently for her to arrive, only mildly irritated and having to wait. The teacher and councilor had written the note to the senior girl, letting her know when and were they needed to talk. He was one of the few faculty members with his own office, as well as keys to all of the rooms, both known and unknown, on the campus. He looked t the clock, knowing it was not time, but having hoped she would be early if not on time.

He was five foot eleven, with a very lithely muscular body that many of the female students and female faculty members really seemed to like. He also had dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, accented by the light caramel color of his skin. He always dressed in a conservative casual, today in light blue jeans with all cotton button up shirt of an even lighter caramel color to offset his skin. His dark brown leather belt and boots made him the talk of the campus, as it was said that he came from money but chose to teach.

He knew of all the rumors and whispers about him, and he wondered if anyone really would be able to handle the truth. He was really wondering how the eighteen year old senior girl, who was risking being late for there extremely important meeting would as well. She was in risk herself, particularly concerning her scholarship to University, and he had no intention of turning her in... nor letting her off the hook.
 
Allison walked into his office, looking a bit unsure- always, she wondered 'Am I in trouble?' when being called to the office- any office- so it made her feel a great deal of apprehension, and not at all rushed- she arrived right on time, and probably had been hovering outside of his office for a good five minutes, wondering what this could possibly be about. While Mr. Dunham was more assuredly one of the most attractive teachers on campus, that hardly seemed relevant now. He probably had a complaint or two about a paper she had written in, or.... well, she couldn't really figure out what this was about. All she could do was sit down, listen, and hope it was something that could be handled quick and painlessly.

"Mr. Dunham? I'm here." she said, still hovering in the doorway. She didn't really want to come in and sit down, because she was very uncomfortable as it was. Office visits just didn't sit right with her, she couldn't get comfortable- as if she was worried some kind of bomb was going to be dropped on her- this time, she wasn't completely wrong, though.

Allison was a very lovely young woman- she was a bit shot, coming just to about 5'3", slender but with lovely curves that created an hourglass shape. Her eyes were stunningly blue and her hair the color of copper- yet her white skin didn't have a blemish nor a freckle upon it, as it sculpted out of porcelain. She was fiddling with a lone curl absentmindedly, a nervous habit she had.

"What is this about..?"
 
Devon looked up and smiled, the lovely girl with the perfect porcelain skin standing in the doorway of his office. He stood, gesturing to the chair sitting in front of his desk.

"Allison, I want you to sit down. I have to talk to you about something very important, as matter of fact, it is the most important thing that we could ever talk about. It is about your application for the Howards Scholarship."

He was very calm, but inside he was extremely eager to confront her about this, and to assert what she would have to do to correct it.
 
She sat down reluctantly, her reluctance quite clear. Still, she looked up at him.. if it was about her scholarship, than it was an important matter indeed. "What about my application?" she asked. "Did I fill it out incorrectly?" she asked, biting her lip since filling out the form wrong would certainly delay her funding... funding she was in dire need of, unfortunately. Working full time was out of the question when you had good grades to keep up.

Fidgeting, she looked up at the teacher- wondering what was going on... he looked so serious, yet also quite intense too. It made her feel all the more nervous.
 
"Actually... it is not that you filled it out incorrectly.... as it is that some of the information is questionable... however, I have taken it upon myself to make certain that it goes through. This being the case... well..."

He moved and shut the door, the magnetic lock noiseless as it locks them in the office. Only he knew how and where to open it, and he sat back down at the edge of his desk to continue.

"You have very good grades, and you do deserve this scholarship, Allison. However, I am taking a very personal stake in making certain you make the most of your education, and I really have to say that if I am doing that, I do expect a good bit of appreciation."

His hand was caressing her face and neck, something he always did with her, to get her lulled into a sense that she was special. It was true, but he wanted that to affect her where she would be more eager for pleasing him.

"I think that you need to do some... special credit.. to keep up with the fact that you are ... temporarily... short a few...."
 
She flinched when the doors locked, but she did not draw away from his hand... confused as to where he was going, at least for now. "What do you mean special credit?" she asked softly. "Do you mean you need me to be a student aid for you and help grade papers?" but the girl was no idiot, she'd catch on soon enough... but it was hardly the first thing that sprang to mind. The look on his face when she remarked about being a TA... confirmed rather quickly that this was not what he wanted from her. His caressing touch was another clue, too...

"I do appreciate what you're doing for me." she said softly, but quickly. "I'll do what it takes to make sure you don't regret it... but what do you want from me?" she asked, biting her full bottom lip a little nervously as she observed him. "I really need this scholarship..." something she knew he very well knew... he would get what he wanted from her, no doubt about that.
 
He smiled, as he did not want her because she was dumb. He liked that she was very smart, and he knew that she needed and wanted the scholarship. She deserved it, but she has been "innocent" for far too long. Her body needed to belong to a man... a male, and he was all Alpha Male. He wanted her and he did not intend for her to doubt at all what he wanted.

"I have already taken care of it for you, but I want from you is all of you... as I please. Stand up and bend over the desk now."
 
She understood instantly then, and hesitated- still sitting in that seat and thinking over what he was asking of her. She was totally inexperienced when it came to sex... and yet he was so brazenly asking her to give herself to him like that. But what choice did she have? Without that scholarship, she'd have to drop out of this school and go somewhere unbecoming... it could potentially ruin her future if she refused. So, with bated breath, she rose and walked over to his desk, bending forward over it with her hands each gripping a front corner. She was very reluctant to do this...
 
Devon then started by pushing her skirt up, getting it around her waist. He then pulled her panties down, taking time to fondle her ass. He got the panties completely off of her, folding them and putting them in his pocket. He then moved and made her spread her legs, and he started by spanking her ass, both sided of it, with his hand. He got both sides every year of her age plus one to grow on, and then he spanked her pussy the same number. He fondled both her ass and pussy, smiling as he did.

"How did that feel, Allison?"
 
She yelped in surprise when he started to spank her, her usually white cheeks turning bright red with each blow- her face was the same color... this really was the last thing she expected of him. Sex was one thing, but why was he humiliating her too? Her grip on the desk tightened a bit as she continued to stay bent over it, her breasts bouncing with each smack.

"why are you... spanking me?" she asked, not answering his question. She didn't really like it, but when he started to spank her pussy, it did send a strange thrill over her- each time he came into contact with her sensitive little clit, it sent a tingle through her. It hurt.... but it also felt kind of good, too.
 
"Partly because you need to remember that if it were not for me, you would lose your chance at University, and you are going to repay me by taking a lot of things, my lovely Allison. This is just the beginning."

He started to fondle her pussy more, pinching on her clit some as he unzipped his pants. He let her feel his cock, big and thigh even only half hard, against the cheek of her ass. He smiled as he suddenly ripped her blouse off, wanting her very large tits to be free. He removed her bra, leaving her in her skirt, knee high socks, and shoes. He spanked on her tits, getting them just as he got her ass and cunt.
 
She could feel his cock right against her now-bare skin, which was bright red and hot from the spanking he had given her. Allison was panting slightly, the spanking already seeming to have taken a lot of out of her. She was certainly having her doubts now, and didn't want to go through with this... but it wasn't about what she wanted...

With him toying with her pussy and clit, it was hard not to get a little turned on, even if what was going on was new and scary. "This is just the beginning?" she asked him nervously- she knew better than to ask if he was going to be rough with her.... she already knew the answer to that. He certainly was not playing a gentle role at the moment.

"I'll take it, but..." she paused, taking in a nervous breath, "I've never.... you know...." she was embarrassed and nervous. "had sex...."
 
He continued stroking her clit and pussy, laughing softly at her stating something he was very well aware of.

"I know that, Allison. One of the things I had to verify was your medical records, though all I had to check was your immunizations. I will say that if it mattered, you would have to change your sexual status from "virgin". I will tell you this, though.... taking me is not all you are going to do.... I want a lot from you... for a good long while...."

He then moved and placed the head of his cock at her pussy, his hands moving to her body, one on her shoulder and the other on his cock. He helped guide the head inside her, pushing steadily as he did. When it was in, he moved his hand to her hip, holding her tightly as he pushed steadily until he bottomed out inside of her cunt.
 
"What else do you want?" the girl asked apprehensively, still biting on her tender lower lip as she stayed bent over, able to feel the head of his cock positioning and his hand on her shoulder, no doubt to keep her still if she panicked and tried to move away from him- Allison was trembling, and considering just that. She wanted to run,and get away from him as fast as she could...

But, she didn't.

He was inside of her before she could even take a deep breath to calm herself down, breaking through her barrier while she shook nervously on the desk, whimpering in pain- she pressed her face against the desk, which muffled her distressed sounds. It hurt, of course. He was certainly not gentle with her, and it was hard for her to take it... she had always thought her first time would be romantic and wonderful- not forced in a locked office.

"Please, be gentle..." she asked in a small voice, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to get used to the stretching sensation, her tight muscles wrapped so tightly around him...
 
He had positioned her right, and he released her hip long enough to move the small device under her and right under her where it pressed against her clit. He held her in place, the vibrating knob working on her clit as he let her have a minute or two to get used to his size. He was very big, but he had yet to show her how big he could become as he was in human form right now.

"Gentle is nice, Allison.. but sometimes love doesn't feel like it should... sometimes it hurts in a very good way..."

He then started to move, not rough just yet....
 
"Love...?" that was a strange word he brought into the equation. There was nothing 'love' about this- he was forcing her into this situation. She continued to whimper in pain, with her face pressed hard against the cool, flat surface of the desk. Her legs were shaking slightly as she got used to it, only able to be glad that he wasn't thrusting roughly. If she could get used to this quickly, it wouldn't be so bad. But what more was he going to require?

She held her breath when he started to move, her eyes still squeezing tightly shut- her chest was heaving, though her breasts were flattening against the desk as she leaned more heavily onto it for support. She was sure if he had orders for her, she'd be made aware of them shortly.
 
Devon was moving just fast enough, not too fast as he didn't want to tear her really, but not so slow that it was not stimulating. He pressed her hips down against the vibrating pad, making her feel more of the kneading against her clit. He wanted her to feel the stimulation, as this was needed. He then leaned to kiss and nibbled on her back and shoulders, making it more sensual for her as he moved his hands under her and on her breasts. He kneaded and squeezed them, continued with his kissing and nibbling as he spoke to her.

"I have been wanting this for a very long time, Allison.. but you and I both know you have thought about it rough....."
 
"A long time?" she asked, sounding a little dazed- but it was certainly starting to feel good. And when she did think about it, her ideas about sex were passionately rough- gentle at first, but then gradually increasing in intensity and passion. But she wasn't sure that would be something she was going to admit to him, even if their relationship did become highly sexual... she started to gasp with each thrust, her knees beginning to buckle, so she had to lean more of her weight on the desk. She could hear the strange wet noises of he continued to thrust, and knew she was getting all the more aroused and excited...
 
He moved his fingers, kneading her breasts as he made her arch her back, his mouth now on her shoulders and neck. He kissed and nibbled on her there like he did to her back, his thrusts starting to pick up a bit of speed. She did not bleed much at all, and now it was almost gone with her own juices flowing. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, his arching of her pressing her pelvis against the desk and her clit tighter against the kneading pad. It would help stimulate her more, as he intended to make her cum hard. He knew how to bring multiple orgasms out of females, and he wanted her to enjoy what he did to her so very much.
 
She started to gasp and pant with pleasure. The poor girl kept moaning against the table, with increasing volume. "What... what if ... someone hears?" she panted, having a hard time speaking between moans of pleasure- she was on the brink of an orgasm, her muscles tightening and spasming around his large cock- telltale of the fact that she was approaching her climax. He really knew what he was doing, she could do nothing to fight off the good feeling as they built! She knew she was lucky that he was so experienced, otherwise this wouldn't have felt nearly as pleasant...

In what felt like almost moments, Allison hit her first climax with a loud cry!
 
Devon smiled, letting her cry out with climax and loving every second of it. He let her continue, his thrusts not stopping as he persisted in nibbling on her neck and shoulders. He did stop long enough to tell her what he already knew after her cry of pleasure.

"We are the only ones in the building.. that is why I told you to come to my office after four, Allison. And what you just had was your first orgasm... your first of many, in fact."

He then pulled her up, getting her where he could kiss her long and hard. He stroked her hair, his thrusts becoming more intense and rough as he feasted on her mouth with sensual intent.
 
She kissed him back as if by instinct, her hands were damp with sweat but fumbled to grab onto him for support- she felt so hot and dizzy all over, but it was a fantastic feeling at the same time. Her lips were swollen and red, her bright blue eyes seeming unfocused as she looked at him- feeling completely overwhelmed. She could still feel him thrusting in and out of her at a rapid pace, riding out her orgasm and sending even more waves of ecstasy through her. Yet even with his rough thrusts, she could appreciate the gentle cares of his hands in her hair... the strange contrast of his body pounding into hers roughly, when the way his hands touched her seemed to communicate that he actually cared about her...
 
Devon did care, and he wanted her in more ways than Allison knew at the moment. He needed her to know all those ways, and he wanted her to know he did not just want sex, he just wanted her to have no choice. His kiss was still wanton and continuing for several more minutes, not breaking it until he wanted to. As he did, she was arched back against his chest, his pelvis still pounding into her and thrusting his cock inside of her. As he continued to knead her lovely tits, those spectacularly firm D-cups, he looked into her eyes and told her.

"Yes... I am blackmailing you and raping you, but I do love you. Love is not something you can be fair about, Allison. I was not going to let anyone unworthy of you have you, not eve for your virginity. Accept this, and the pleasures you are feeling are just the beginning."
 
Allison wasn't ready to accept it, she was still hurt and afraid by what was happening. He was not the teacher she remembered teaching her classes, or the handsome man that all the girls giggled and gossiped about. What he was was something else entirely- a monster. He seemed... rabid, as he seemed to attempt to justify his rape- what gall he had to tell her he loved her, when surely it wasn't true? But still, part of Allison clung to that hope, because she needed to believe that she wasn't losing her first all for nothing. The first was supposed to be special...

Yet it was hard to dwell on terrible things when you felt so good, physically. He seemed to know just how to use his body to please hers. He wasn't giving her the opportunity to calm down from her orgasm at all, the pleasure only seeming to slightly decline before she was shot into a second orgasm- crying out loudly to commemorate it. She closed her eyes and turned her head from his, not wanting to look at him anymore, but having no choice but to scream out from the joys he gave her body.
 
Devon knew she was having trouble accepting it, and he did not blame her though he still persisted. He then did something few males liked to do, but what he enjoyed with great gusto. He pulled out in the middle of her orgasm, his arms gripping her thighs as he pulled her away slightly from the vibrating pad. He knelt behind her, and he began using his tongue on her pussy, flicking and licking on it steadily and teasingly. He did that for several minutes before slowly turning her over onto her side and up more on the desk. He started to really feast on her sex pausing to speak with his lips millimeters from her pussy.

"If I didn't care deeply for you, Allison, I would not have made certain no one could hear you cum..."

He returned his mouth to her quim, feasting on her pussy more. He nibbled, licked, sucked and probed her, the remains of her blood having evaporated or wiped away when he used the warm wet cloth he had grabbed from the special back he had close by. He had prepared for her, and now, eating her pussy and using his lips, teeth, and tongue to pleasure her, he was showing her that he did, in his own Alpha Male Panwere way, love her.
 
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