Crimson Crossing – Stories in Erotica

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Professor Robinson

Mr. Robinson from the Movie, The GraduateDr. Robinson: As I see it, you have three options if you’d like to graduate on time, Benjamin. You must restart, update, or reach a non-related to the dissertation agreement with me. It’s due in a month. It is up to you how to proceed.

Benjamin was fully cognizant that a month’s time wasn’t enough to neither correct, or begin a new dissertation. It had taken him months to get this far! He wondered why, after all the supervision sessions leading up to today’s, did she wait until now to tell me that the thesis isn’t good enough to even be graded? There really wasn’t any three choices. The feasible decision was to reach an arrangement, both he and she knew that. With a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity upon graduation, what was he to do? Outright fail by trying to update or restart the thesis?

Benjamin: I feel like I’m behind the eight ball. I don’t have but the choice imposed upon me; let’s examine the alternate plan.

Dr. Robinson: How bad do you want to graduate? If you are anything like I was, you should be willing to do just about anything to enter the “real” world. Either that, or spend another year here; and, I’ll make sure of that.

Benjamin: I’m pretty sure I want to graduate this year. I have to. My family has pulled a lot of favors to get me a job upon graduation. If I fail, the chance won’t be presented again. I’ve been warned about it.

Dr. Robinson: I tell you what. Go home, read that dissertation over, ensure that your best option isn’t to update or start it over. We’ll reconvene here in my office at Levermore Hall tomorrow. I’m here by 9AM. You may come anytime after that up until noon.

That night Benjamin didn’t sleep reformatting, correcting grammatical errors, even adding substance to his dissertation. By four fifty AM, seven cups of black coffee, he had given up. He didn’t think much about what the alternative presented to him could be. At worst, he thought, grading final exams and papers, perhaps carrying some books for the professor, even if he had to bring her donuts and coffee each morning.

He fell asleep on the study desk to awaken bathed in stress at around 10 AM. He gathered himself, took a bath, got dressed, grabbed his dissertation, toss it in the garbage and left to meet with the professor. The walk from the dorm to the office was about 15 minutes. He walked it the same as any other day, accompanied by the sounds of whistles into the wind.

He mockingly greeted a few of his classmates before entering Levermore Hall. He walked up the stairs to the third floor, took a left a the top towards her office, the proceeded a few feet to her door. He’s welcomed in, asked to have a seat: “Well, what’s it going to be, Ben?” It took no time at all to inform her that he’d selected the alternative path to graduation.

Dr. Robinson: Close the door for me, will you.Return to your seat and lets enter the arrangement.

The door closes, Benjamin turns around to the view of the professor sitting on the desk with her right leg crossed over the left, and skirt raised to her crotch. Her panties had question mark patterns throughout. She didn’t bother saying much.

Benjamin quickly nodded in agreement as if hypnotized by the question marks on the undies. The professor had very long and strong legs. And her scent was reminiscent of the unknown, had he been in a better mental conditions, he would have quickly familiarized himself with the scent.

Dr. Robinson: I’m going to tell you how this is going to work. You tell me when I should stop, and how far you want to go.

She stands up, walks over to the smart board. Stands with her legs spread apart accentuating her shapely calves, and draws her skirt up to waist level. She faces the smart board and starts to add line items. She talks while writing, assuring him that he could still go back to his paper and fail if he wishes.

Dr. Robinson: See this ass — smacking herself on the left cheek; you can have it, maybe, if you go through with every choice I give you. If you complete them all to my satisfaction, you get both a grade “A”, and me. You are currently failing, so I think you should be pleased about this option.

On the board it read:
F = Be gagged with a “gag-ball”.
D = Digital stimuli.
C = Masturbation with digital simulation.
B = Once you climax, I’m going to collect it, smear it throughout my vulva, my ass, then force you to lick it clean.
A = If you like what I propose, and I enjoy how you’ve handle it. You get to tie my hands behind my back, and return the favor.

Dr. Robinson: You don’t have to masturbate me. You can use whatever you are packing, that is showing erect on your pants right now, and shove it anywhere you want. Also note that it’s not pick one or the other. To get to a higher grade, you must first pass the lower grade.

Benjamin: Can we talk about this first? I’d like to shift things around, if I can.

Dr. Robinson: The door is right behind you. You don’t come in here with suggestions. You take note of what’s on the board, and be ready with the answer tonight after my last class. I’ll be right here. You may leave now, and close the door behind you.

Benjamin is one people whose never met a smart person, he finds a flaw in everything, and everyone. But he had always been at the mercy of the attractive and dominant Dr. Robinson. At the University, it was well known that there was no leniency in her world. Because of her looks, she was the most demanded adviser in the faculty. From geeks to athletes, they all wanted to say that Dr. Robinson advised them.

He spent the entire day debating one thing: If he could be digitally penetrated. When it did happen, would he enjoy it enough to turn homosexual? He pondered about the idea over and over. Hours he spent on his bed looking up at the ceiling with the sight of the professor’s bottom in his mind. To get a piece of her; he thought risking heterosexuality was worth it. So he got up, had a small snack, took a long shower, “I’m going to masturbate just to last longer” — he thought, then got dressed in a sweat suit. Easy on, easy off was the idea. He was shooting for an “A”, and there was no holding him back. He went in and out of scenarios about how badly he was going to shove his penis inside the Dr. He was going to bound her hands to the desk, put her on her knees and have her swallow him up to the scrota. He came up with the idea to shave himself to appear bigger. He feared that in her years of experience she was going to find him small, which he sort of was…

Gagging DeviceWhen he opened the door to Dr. Robinson’s office, there was a digital recorder, bright lights, handcuffs on a seat, as well as a gagging device with a red ball attached at the center. The professor wasn’t around. But a note read, “Sit and wait for me.”

It took about 20 minutes for her to return to the office. She was held up by the dean of school.

Dr. Robinson: How are you, Benjamin. Do you have a grade in mind?

Benjamin: I do!

Dr. Robinson: Care to share the grade and why you’ve selected it?

Benjamin: I’ve had no other thoughts than your bottom in my mind. And, if I’m going to work this hard to have a shot at valedictorian, I’m going to do it thinking that I also violated every rule in the conduct policy of the University; getting a piece of you, of that fine “onion” that upon seeing it just makes me want to cry, is what I want.

Dr. Robinson: Fair enough. Let’s review the grades and their actions. By the way, because you speak so eloquently of wishes, I’ve just decided to updated the actions tied to one, or maybe more of the grades. Hope you don’t mind. Remind me about grade “F”, oh, yes. Gagged and I just appended to it, handcuffed.

Benjamin: How do we start?

Dr. Robinson: Shut up! Undress! I’m going to strip down to my undies. I’ll remove my bra as well. Once gagged and handcuff, I’m not stopping. You better be positive this is what you want. On second thought, sign this here paper stating you are willingly entering this arrangement.

Benjamin: Why shall I do that?

The professor turns her back to him, leans over, and asks him to come touch her. Anything he wants to feel. Benjamin walks over, puts both his hands on her buttocks, and lightly spanks them.

Benjamin: Ok, I’ll sign it! That’s what I want, to have intercourse with you… more so than the means to get there.

Sexy Professor's Mid-SectionHe strips down to nothing but his socks — no need to remove any underwear, he didn’t wear any. The professor switches on the video camera along with the spotlights. The focus is on her desk with mounds of paper all about it. He’s already aroused by seeing that the professor does not look like the rest of her colleagues. She’s closer to one a female athlete than she is to any professor. She’s not young, but she’s not elderly either. She’s somewhere in her late forties, early fifties. Her physique has handled the passing of time well. The signs of maturity present on her face speak of just that, she knows what she wants and how to attain it, while her body reeks of decadence.

Dr. Robinson: Back to the “F”. Lay on the desk face up, and place the hands to each side. Do you need further description? You don’t get it? As if you are Jesus the Christ about to be crucified. The desk isn’t long enough for you, so bend your knees, and put your feet flat on it.

Before Benjamin moves, the professor grabs the gagging device and approaches him. His eyes opened wide, instantly perspiring.

Dr. Robinson: Oh, don’t be shy. Here let me show you how my mouth feels. I’m going to bite your lower lip, then get on my knees and swallow you for quick second. Give you a taste of what I can be like.

So she does as described. Benjamin is no longer sweating. He’s now looking down enjoying the time it took for her mouth to cover him, then quickly withdraw. It’s obvious that his heart has stopped pumping blood everywhere else in his body simply to direct it towards his average-size penis. The head is considerably wider than the body, Dr. Robinson comments on him not being exactly what she expected, but it will have to do. He responds with a cliché that gets him slapped and hushed instantly.

Dr. Robinson: No, no, no. You don’t get to speak anymore. If you are going to taste the secret, penetrate the secret, you’ll have to take it like you men love to tell us women to take it.

The gagging device goes around his head, the ball fits his mouth perfectly. Benjamin now has no option but to listen. He can only speak through heavy nostril exhalations. He might not want to, but his eyes too, will speak for him, telling the professor of his feelings on the matter. It feels like hours to him, the moment it takes to be gagged and walked over to the desk. The incoherent noises speak of the proper engagement of the gagging device.

After laying down as instructed, two sets of handcuffs bound him uncomfortably immobile. The papers on the desk were never cleared, which added to his discomfort by preventing a totally flat surface.

Dr. Robinson: Ah, you look adorable, really, Benjamin. You must have a look… laying on my desk, naked. Yet, you are still failing. That was your “F”. Tell me how it feels to be underway to a passing grade? Oh, I’m sorry. You can’t speak. Say, it’s time get to studying. Don’t mind me, but I just noticed that you are smaller than I expected. I do hope you didn’t freshly shave for me. Expecting me to be delighted by the “optical” illusion that you are bigger than you really are. What a shame! It’ll have to do, you’re all tied up already. What was the “D” again? Oh, yes. Digital stimuli! One of my favorite words, I have you know, Benjamin: “stimuli”. Spread the legs nicely my little pupil. Spread them without shame, I like the feeling myself.

Out of the desk drawer comes out this tube with the label covered by its price tag. Legible is the “-ese” part of the name. Benjamin’s head is off the desk looking down at what’s going on. The professor pours the agent sloppily on her hands. It drips all around his thighs. She apologizes, saying that she’s a tad messy handling liquids, then proceeds to kiss his inner thighs closely to his crotch. While kissing him, she brings her hand around his right thigh and starts to massage him ever so closely to his bottom. His glutes-clench raising his buttocks up and down from time to time in fear of the unexpected. His nerves were getting the best of him but, the ball shoved halfway down his mouth just didn’t allow eloquence to express how it truly felt.

Dr. Robinson: Here, look at me.

He looked down at her, and as she swallowed him, in went her index finger. He was so concentrated by being inside her mouth that he failed to realize the ease by which she slipped inside him.

Dr. Robinson: There, there, honey. I think you might be ready to go up a grade. Say… we work towards a “C”? Aw. How easy was that!

She had her right hand underneath his right leg, and her left hand jerking him. The harder she shoved her hand down the shaft, the harder she pushed in with the right. Benjamin couldn’t look anymore. Had the indistinguishable sounds been proper verbiage, the warnings that he was about prematurely ejaculate would have escaped. But the only sign of pleasure was that of the aggressive sound of air rushing out of his nostrils. Before she even became excited about the prospects of what she was about to do, Benjamin was shooting about. He dripped everywhere.

Woman Licking Ice Cream from Her HandDr. Robinson: Boy, dear boy. But, you appear to have been backed up. Here, look at you on my hand. That was quick work for a “C”. Let’s see, what was grade “B” again? Oh, yes! I’m going to collect as much as I can to smear it about me. Ah, I bet you enjoy the sound of that.

His eyes opened wide as softballs. Had he been a slug, they would have also reached far out of his face towards her.

The professor brought her hand to her mouth and cleaned some of the residue off of if. With that same hand, she reached down, pulled her underwear to the side, and sat on the semen spread about his abdomen. In a grinding motion she collected every drop she could. Those remaining on her hand, she smeared on her ass; the view stopped time.

She walked on the desk and stood over Benjamin’s face; each foot to one side of his face. It was time to remove the gag ball. Dr. Robinson leaned down, reached behind his head and unsnapped the lock to the leather-belt.

To be breathing heavily, Benjamin was very calm. He didn’t say a word; his eyes were fixated up at the professor’s crotch, admiring his residue against her vulva. He wasn’t given chance to catch his breath. She squatted down and slapped him across the face. He looked up at her; “What the F…”, another slap interrupted him. “Sh, Sh, Sh, no talking, remember!”, said she. He was at a loss, he tried to move but his arms were tightly bound against the desk preventing him from moving much.

Dr. Robinson: The work to earn grade “B” is pretty simple my dear boy: lick me clean!

Once again she slapped him, but this time harder than any she had before rupturing his bottom lip enough to bleed. She sat on his face, and by sitting on it, it wasn’t a slight hover giving him the freedom to frolic as he wished. No, this was a forced shove of her secret on his face. She rubbed it back and forth, sideways, even up and down slapping him with her secret right on the mouth. She stood up for a minute to admire his face reflecting the combined fluids of his saliva, semen and her secretion. His eyes were teary, not from crying, but from the inability to breath from time to time when she pressed harshly against his face asking for a brutal suck.

She sat on his chest, looked at him dead in the eyes, reached down to his face, and bit his lip drawing blood again. While biting his lip, she rhetorically asks, “is your dissertation worth an ‘A’?” He tries to speak once more, and this time he’s hushed by a squeeze of his testicles.

Dr. Robinson: I warned you not to speak one too many times, my student. But, here. I’ll make you feel better.

She scooted down his stomach towards his knees, suffocating his penis with her bottom until coming to rest on his knees. Her mouth came towards his scrota… He gasped, gasped and gasped, and she had yet to put him in her mouth. When he thought he was about to enter deep in her mouth…

Dr. Robinson: Oops, Benjamin! Is that your anus I feel? I’m sorry! I wanted to review some of your grades.

She digitally stimulated looking straight at his eyes. He was enjoying it, enjoying it a little too much. So she decided to make him feel better. She grabbed him and slapped him against her mouth. “Are you going to come again, young mister? I’ll put you on my mouth and make little-you try to reach back at my throat.” Not soon enough does she finish her words that she manages to simultaneously push two fingers in him. He almost died and had to speak: “You are going to make me cum.”

Dr. Robinson shoved him in her mouth all the way in. He moaned like a woman being stimulated in the sweetest of spots, then she withdrew it from her mouth, pulled it down towards his knees and released it to slap against his lower abdomen. She again stood over his face. This time inserting her finger inside her, followed by slow sucks of the finger.

Dr Robinson: Had you not spoken, you would have fucked me. Take the “B” and get out of here. Except, you’ll be getting to your dorm wearing only your sweat-top. Disagree?

Benjamin: I do not. Release me. But, I want to request you to turn around. Please, let me masturbate looking at you.

Dr.Robinson: I’d do you one better. You sound so cute begging for more.

The professor released him, then pushed him against the wall. Turned around for a minute so that he could admire her. She was sweet enough to spread herself apart with her hands so that he could see the rainbows of pink in colour. Then, to his surprise, she slapped his penis between her butt cheeks, and roughly moved up and down until he came again.

Before he realized that his dissertation had take a turn for the best, he was pulling the sweat-top down to cover himself on the way back to the dorms… the happy boy had forgotten about all the work wasted on his thesis.

Dr.Robinson: Poor fool. Doesn’t he know nobody ever reads those!

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Kirin Black – Our Japanese Beer

They were never meant to be innocent, the interactions that were going to had that day. They came thanks to a large wager she and I had agreed upon. To this date she does not know that she could have never won. I cheated, and am happy to have done so. I had lost enough of these arrangements to her to feel quite at peace about skewing the results on my favor. Thankfully that I did because I would have lost. But, because of my premeditated behavior, I am able to relate the events that transpired.

The winner was to do as wished but, wine and dine had to be part of the arrangement. The wager would be voided if the dinning and winning part was of the agreement was violated. The place didn’t matter as long as it was quiet, and relatively upscale. She and I were extremely good friends; while I found her attractive, and hoped she did I as well, the closest we came to anything that transpired that night was telling each other about one another’s rendezvous.

I picked the latest available reservation at the local sushi restaurant: an 11:30 PM opening. It was a very small place, no more than 7 tables. The venue was heavily Japanese, so much so that we labored to order the meal and drinks: a Sushi-Sashimi Boat for 2, and hot sake. We left most of our meal because a major part of the night was spent revealing the details of what she would endure.

Japanese Kirin BeerJapanese Tokyo Black BeerWe left the restaurant at 2:00 AM as we had decided to remain at the small bar tasting a few of the large selection of Japanese beer available. We didn’t finish one bottle between the two, though we ordered some 12 beers. A sip of each was all we had while trying to figure out the code name to give the night in case we ever wanted to remind each other of it in front of others. She preferred the Kirin Ichiban, while I enjoyed the darker Tokyo Black. Because we couldn’t settle on a code name, it was decided to mix the two and name the night Kirin Black.

In the spirit of the night, unintentionally at that, I suggested we stay in one of my clients flats nearby Newport on the Lake. I was amidst renovating the flat, and had just finished the bathroom where I installed an Ofuro Soaking Tub with a spectacular view. By the time we reached the flat it was 3:30 AM. Not only am I a slow driver, but the continuous stopping bickering about the details of actions to take place made a longer driver than it really is.

The doorman looked at me oddly. He knew that I was working in the building, but didn’t see a reason why I should be there that early in the morning. The flat was almost finished, the master bedroom, and bathroom were completed, but the floor in the rest of the house were yet to be laid. I had chosen Black Mamba Horizontal Handscraped wood for it, just like in the bedroom.

She took a bath, and I sat on the toilet ironing out the details of the night. I didn’t see why there had to be so much ironing out of details when I had won the wager and was to do as I pleased. After I took a bath, we headed to the outside pool. By now it was about 4:45 AM almost 5 AM. Thought I felt tired, I was not sleepy, neither was she. At least she was used to the nightlife. I wasn’t. I worked early mornings while she worked nights saving Bars from moronic owners.

Her tied up at pool sideThere was absolutely no one at poolside, just us two, bad lighting, and my camera to take a picture of her tied up. Even through that we bickered. But, pay no attention to her I did. I knew as a fact that she was always the controlling participant during romantic encounters. She was the type to scratch, bite, and make her partners bleed from the digging of nails into the skin; the scratches across the back. She had told me too much. She had even revealed the fantasy of relinquishing all control.

I had not thought this through, had I, I would have tied her up in the bathroom, rather than at poolside. I had to carry her into the building, up too many flights of stairs because she refused to be seen tied up in an elevator, and into the flat. She must have gotten some sort of panic attack because she laughed uncontrollably for some time. She laughed up the stairs, and all the way to the moment where I undressed myself and filled the Ofuro tub with water half way.

Ofuro Soaking TubI lifted her, stood her on her knees inside the tub, and used my years of hair tugging and pulling to tie her hair in pigtails. The water came up to breast level, and it was very cold. We shivered like fools for a bit waiting for me to complete the pigtails, and for her to stop laughing as she had resumed upon placing her inside the tub. I left her bikini on, didn’t bother removing it. I had a better idea for them if I did go through with all that I crafted inside my head.

By this time the clear of the day was coming to bloom. It was a pretty sight of the lake down below, but nothing to be compared to what I hoped peeping toms would see coming from the inside. We had agreed that there would be no sweet spots, that I would force my way to her, that I would do my best to create tub distress.

I stood back just a tad to look at her. She looked at me and asked to get it over with, that I needed to get to work, and she needed to return home to her boyfriend. I said nothing, grabbed the back of her neck and submerged her for a split second. She came up laughing, shaking her head. Repeating “No, you did not just submerge me.” I did it over and over and over, not too long, not too short. Just long enough for her to stop laughing. Her eyes were red, her mouth spitting water, trying to gasp for hair. She looked at me with an evil look. The type that curses at one, while expressing how well received the actions are; the type that asks for more; the type one hates, but loves to get; the type that your parents alert one of not being involved, yet that’s what one desires.

As I submerged her again, and shoved her body from side to side, I pulled her up. When she went to gasp for air, I shoved my penis inside her mouth causing her to cough from the depth in which I went inside her throat. I’m not very big, but I’m also not very tiny, just the right amount of so to feel the back of her mouth pressing against my head. She would have fought, but being bound as I had her, all she had was her eyes to express her sentiments, and mouth when it wasn’t occupied with my bliss.

I grabbed her by both ponytails, shoved my pelvis forward expecting the collision of her face against me, and I pulled hard. Instead of pulling her back right away, I left her there, pulling on her ponytails as for her not to go free. I heard her gag, struggle to breathe. I then began to rock my hips. Sometimes I’d be aggressive, while others I was precise in movement feeling her mouth cover me from the base to very top. I’d pull her out by the hair, and look down on her. She’d look up, struggling to catch her breath and call me small. I again would push her in under the water and scream at her to get up and finish sucking me.

The last time I got her up, I tore her bikini top and bottom. They were floating on the water. I told her that I was going to submerge her one last time, but with me inside of her mouth; that she better brace for a turbulent ride.

That night I lost a client, along with half the pay I had yet to receive for the renovations of the flat. The owner came to view the flat to ensure renovation was progressing as expected, but instead found me with all of my intentions deep inside her mouth. He gave me my wallet and car keys; gave her her pocketbook, but kept our clothes. That was the good part of being tossed out… to see her walking in front of me nude, arousing thoughts of anal submission. We knocked door to door for an understanding neighbor who’d afford us some clothing. We left in laughter, I somewhat bothered because of the hefty monetary loss I had just suffered, but rejoicing that I had finally won a wager against her, even if I cheated.

On the ride back home she spoke about the euphoric feeling of being abused and unable to fight back. I apologized profusely. While it felt good to attempt sexual destruction on someone, it came with an ill feeling of possibly having caused pain. Still, I rode all the way home aroused. Still feeling like I wanted to disturb someone else.

I waited for her to reach the entrance of her flat and open the door; before the door closed I screamed out “Kirin Black”. She screamed it in return and closed the door.