It was the day of my graduate class with Professor Sharp, a beautiful and highly respected instructor known for her ruthless grading standards. As I sat nervously in her office, awaiting my grades, I couldn't help but feel a knot forming in my stomach. I had put in countless hours of work, but I was afraid that it might not be enough to please her.
"You deserve a lesson for a job poorly done," she said coldly, handing me back my papers. My heart sank as I saw the low grades staring back at me. It seemed like all my hard work had gone to waste.
"Come here," she commanded, gesturing for me to come closer. I slowly rose from my seat and approached her desk, feeling small and insignificant under her piercing gaze.
"On your knees," she said, her voice now tinged with malice. I hesitated for a moment before obeying her order. As soon as I was on my knees, she grabbed my wriggling cock, her grip firm yet gentle. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel aroused despite the circumstances.
"That's a good boy," she purred, running her tongue along the shaft of my cock. She pushed me forward, forcing me to crawl on the floor towards her desk. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a transparent bottle filled with a thick, syrupy liquid. I hadn't seen it before, but I knew what it was - it was a condom.
"Open wide," she said, smirking at me as she rolled on the condom. I parted my lips, and she guided the head of her cock towards my mouth, pushing it inside until I was gagging on it. She began to fuck my face, her hips slapping against my cheeks as she grunted in pleasure. It was a bizarre yet thrilling experience, one that I could never have imagined I would be a part of.
Suddenly, she pulled out of my mouth and sat back on the floor. "Now it's my turn," she said, her voice sultry and full of malice. She reached behind her and pulled down her skirt, revealing her perfect ass clad in a teeny thong. With a sly grin, she slid down her panties, revealing her tight, hairy pussy.
She spread her legs wide open, inviting me to touch her. I hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently stroking her clit. She moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. "That's it," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Now finger my asshole."
I hesitated for a moment, but she gave me a stern look that left no room for disobedience. I slowly pushed one finger into her tight asshole, feeling it stretch around my finger. She let out a soft moan, encouraging me to go deeper. As I fingered her, the room began to fill with the smell of ass and desire.
Suddenly, she sat down on my face again, grinding her pussy against my face. I reached up and began to finger her asshole again, stimulating it as best I could while she rode my face. Her body trembled with each passing moment, and I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.
And then, it happened. She let out a long, low moan, and a stream of watery shit poured out of her asshole, splattering all over my face and chest. It was hot, sticky, and foul-smelling, but I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. She continued to shit on my face, covering me in her filth until she was finally satisfied.
When she finally pulled away, I looked up at her, my face and body covered in her shit. She smiled down at me, a look of satisfaction on her face. "You've learned your lesson, I hope," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."
As I stumbled out of her office, my mind reeling from the bizarre and taboo experience I had just been through, I realized that something about it had left a lasting impression on me. A mixture of shame, arousal, and a strange sense of accomplishment coursed through my veins. I couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of a twisted journey into the world of scatology.
