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I had their rapt attention. The boys because of my clothing, their pathetic cocks no doubt hard as they imagined all the pussy they would get by pretending to be on our side. But it was Felicity I who thrilled me. She kept her eyes locked on me. I could tell. She was a curious girl. That was important. I shifted my lesson, hinting that a bisexual woman was a liberated woman.

  “Okay, read the first two chapters,” I told them, “and be ready to discuss internalized misogyny and be ready to provide examples, girls, on how you have rationalized your oppression by men. Boys, be ready to apologize as you realize just how misogynistic you are.” I paused, licking my lips. “And, Felicity, would you mind staying? I have a special project I think you would be perfect to help me with.”

  “Of course, Professor,” Felicity purred. Her nipples were hard points pressing against her blouse. She had small tits, like me, and clearly decided that she didn't need a bra.

  The other students filed out of the classroom into the hallways. I let my hips roll. Felicity's eyes were locked on my ass as I headed to the door. I reached it and flipped the lock. It made an audible click.

  “Why did you lock the door, Professor Desjardins?” she asked. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice. This was as exciting as seducing a pathetic boy.

  “I felt your eyes on me all class,” I purred as I strode to her. My breasts jiggled without any bra giving them support, my nipples rasping on the silk of my blouse. My pussy clenched in delight at the sensations rippling down to it.

  “Well, you're very engaging,” Felicity smiled.

  I moved closer. “Engaging? Is that why you were staring at my ass?”

  “It is a nice ass.” Her hand reached out, seizing my hip and pulling me closer. She was a bolder girl than I thought. “And it looks great hugged by your skirt. But...” Her hand slid up and boldly cupped my tit. “Seeing your breasts molded by your blouse really excited me. You are a naughty teacher. I've heard about you.”

  Normally, my seduction would go on longer, but this girl must have panties soaked by her juices. She was ready to be fucked and my pussy was on fire. I didn't have to lead her on. It was refreshing not having to listen to stammers and gasps.

  We could get on to fucking.

  I seized both her pigtails. Her eyes widened in shock as I pulled her down. Shock flashed across her face. My pussy clenched harder. She fell to her knees, wincing against the pain. She knelt before me, staring up at me, her lower lip trembling.

  “Professor Desjardins,” she gasped. “What are you—”

  “Quiet, slut,” I snapped. “When we're alone, you will address me as Mistress, do you understand?”

  “No, this is not how—”

  I yanked hard on her pigtails, pulling her face into my crotch. She winced again. “Disobedience is punished, obedience is rewarded, slut. You walked into my classroom, dressed like you wanted to be fucked. This is why you stayed. You sensed it. You knew what would happen. Do not fight it now that you're a little scared.”

  “I don't think you understand,” Felicity protested. “I do the dominating and—”

  I yanked hard again. She let out a gasp of pain. “Now, lift up my skirt and start licking my pussy, slut. Make me cum on your sweet lips, and maybe I'll reward you. But only if you do a good job.”

  Her lip trembled. Her forehead furrowed. She licked her lips then, like a good girl, pushed up my skirt. She groaned at the sight of my shaved pussy. My juices coated my vulva and dripped down my thighs. I was so wet. She was so beautiful.

  I pulled on her pigtails, forcing her face into my pussy. Boys needed pigtails. Many didn't have enough hair to really get a good grip, but Felicity was perfect for this. Her mouth pressed tight against my pussy. Her lips licked, her tongue sliding through my folds and brushing my hymen. She moaned, her tongue wiggling through a small hole in the membrane, pushing into my pussy.

  “You're actually a virgin,” gasped Felicity.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “Now keep licking me, slut. Work that tongue across my lips and make me cum all over your hungry face. I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes.”

  Felicity moaned, her tongue licking faster. I groaned, my eyes fluttering behind my glasses. They slipped down my nose, but I didn't care. I kept a firm grip on her pigtails, using them as handlebars as I moved her mouth around.

  She was skilled. This wasn't her first pussy she licked or even her second. She had licked a lot of pussy. She was better than any boy I had ever dominated. Her tongue was deft, fluttering around my labia and brushing my clit. She moaned and shuddered.

  “That's it, slut,” I groaned. “You're going to be my dyke-whore all semester. You're going to think your mouth was glued to my pussy. You'll be licking it all the time.”

  Something bulged at her skirt. Her legs were spread as she knelt, her skirt rising high up her thighs. The bulge grew and swelled. I craned my head to the side to stare past her licking face and get a better view. A pink, fleshy tip emerged.

  She had a cock.

  “Oh, you little cunt, you're a transwoman,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, you're not even a real woman. Ooh, you patriarchal spy. You thought you could fool me, but I see your filthy cock has gotten hard. You love being dominated. You love being my pussy-slut. Mmm, I bet you want to be attached to my pussy day and night, licking all my juices down.”

  Felicity moaned into my pussy.

  “That's what I thought. Ooh, yes, you love my cunt.” My pussy clenched. My first orgasm built. I pulled hard on her pigtails, guiding her lips and tongue to my clit. She licked and nibbled on it, stirring sparks through me as I kicked off my heels. I reached out my right foot and stroked her dick with it, feeling her throbbing member.

  She was thicker than any boy I had dominated. My pussy clenched. What would her monster feel like...?

  No. I would not fuck anyone.

  “You filthy dickgirl,” I moaned. “You tranny whore, that's it. Keep sucking my clit.” I stopped stroking her dick as my orgasm burst through me. My head threw back. I groaned and shuddered, grinding on her face as my juices burst out of me. “Drink them down.”

  She did, licking and slurping, as eager as any cisgendered boy to drink down my juices. She loved them. Her cock throbbed against my foot, smearing precum. Transgendered women were just as pathetic as cisgendered men.

  And they were as much fun to dominate.

  “Oh, yes,” I gasped as the pleasure crashed into my mind. Her lips sucked on my clit. She was so feminine. So good at being a woman. My pussy clenched again as her cock rubbed on my ankle. The pleasure drowned my mind, seeping into every wonderful part of me and giving me such rapture.

  My clit ached in her sucking mouth as my orgasm retreated. I moved her lips down to my pussy, then, keeping a firm grip on her pigtails, walked backwards. I forced her to crawl. She whined into my pussy as I pulled hard on her pigtails. My butt brushed the table, and I sat down on the edge while her tongue licked through my folds.

  “You're going to make me cum again,” I purred, “but this time, I'm going to play with your pathetic cock.”

  I wrapped both my feet around her dick, sliding my soles up and down her throbbing shaft. Her precum stained the bottoms of my feet as I stroked her. I shuddered as she moaned into my pussy, enjoying my footjob.

  “That's right,” I purred. “Your cock's so pathetic, you love my feet stroking you. You can't help it. You're just like a cisgendered boy. Horny and easy to manipulate.”

  She moaned again into my pussy. Her head tried to pull back, but I kept a firm grip. I stroked her dick faster, savoring how she throbbed in between my feet. My pussy clenched. I loved this. My excitement mounted, a second orgasm built inside of me.

  “Mmm, yes, you are just eager to cum while my feet stroke you, aren't you, slut? You just want to cum on my feet. Ooh, you're controlled by that little dick. Make me cum a few more times, and you'll get your wish.”

  Felicity's eyes stared up at me, a mix of anger and humiliation. She tongued me faster
, working to make me cum while her body trembled. More precum leaked out of her dick. I stroked my feet faster on her shaft as my hips shifted on the table.

  The table creaked as my hips undulated, working my pussy against her delicious mouth and licking tongue. I loved how wonderful her tongue felt. I leaned my head back and shuddered in delight. Dominating and humiliating were so addicting.

  “Yes, yes, that's it. Make me cum. You're so good. You love my pussy so much. Mmm, now get my clit. It's ready to be pleased again.”

  Her tongue flicked rapidly at my clit, assaulting it with bliss. I gasped and shuddered, my breasts jiggling beneath my blouse. I wrapped her pigtails around my hands, really savoring how wonderful and delicious her licking mouth on my pussy was. My feet tightened their grip, sliding faster and faster up and down her shaft.

  Her dick throbbed against my soles.

  My orgasm crashed through me.

  “Whore,” I gasped. “Yes, you are my wonderful, pussy-licking, pathetic slut. You are mine. I'll play with you all semester long. Oh, that's so good. Oh, yes. Keep tonguing me right there. Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Her dick throbbed as I stroked her. My pleasure crashed through my mind as I savored her warmth between my feet. I slid up to the tip, rolling her cock's crown between my feet. She moaned as I squeezed her dick.

  “That's it. Embrace the pain and cum like the pathetic slut you are,” I gasped. “I know you love it.”

  She screamed into my pussy, her moans vibrating my clit and triggering a third orgasm to crash through my body. As I gasped and shuddered, her hot, disgusting jizz squirted onto the bottoms of my feet. Pulse after pulse of her cum exploded out of her, drenching my feet.

  “You are so pathetic, you came,” I gasped. “You're such a wimpy, weak thing. You can't help yourself. You're controlled by that throbbing appendage. Mmm, yes.”

  I loosened my grip on her pigtails, letting her lean back. She panted, her face smeared with my juices. She licked her lips as she shuddered, the last blast of her orgasm shooting out of her and painting my feet with her cum.

  “You dirtied me,” I said, lifting my right foot to her lips. Ropy cum covered my feet. “Clean me off, slut.”

  “I'm going to enjoy popping your cherry,” she purred, a big grin on her face.

  I frowned. She should be disgusted. Every boy I did this to hated being forced to lick their cum off my feet, but she didn't hesitate. She moaned her enjoyment as that delicious tongue licked up my sole, gathering up her cum and shooting delicious tingles up my leg to my pussy.

  Her pink tongue flicked around my toes, following her lines of cum. She sucked her lips around them. I groaned. My toes were so sensitive. They felt connected straight to my pussy. Her lips moved down them, her tongue swirling around each toe.

  “That's it, eat your cum,” I groaned, trying to recapture my dominance. “Lick up all your seed. You're so pathetic. You'll do anything just for the chance of fucking my pussy with your little cock.”

  Felicity laughed a she switched to my other foot dripping in her seed. “My cock is hardly little. And I will fuck you, Professor.”

  “Mistress,” I hissed.

  “You'll be begging to feel my hard, thick cock slide into your hot, wet depths,” she purred before taking a long lick up my sole to gather up her sticky cum. “Mmm, you crave it. Every woman does. You want to feel your flesh spread wide open and experience all your nerves come alive. You want to gasp and moan and then cum on my big, thick girl-cock. Just admit it. Stop lying to yourself.”

  “No,” I hissed even as my pussy clenched. Her tongue danced around my toes, stirring up pleasure while the image of her thick cock sliding slowly into my wet depths shuddered through me. “I do the fucking.”

  I jerked my foot away, not letting her clean up the last of her cum. She just smiled at me, then flicked her tongue across her lips, cleaning up the traces of cum lingering on her mouth. “Why don't you show me how you do the fucking? Then I'll show you how it's really done.”

  I yanked hard on her pigtails, savoring the way she winced. “In my purse is a strap-on and a bottle of lube.”

  “You don't need lube to fuck my pussy, Professor,” she purred. “I'm plenty wet.”

  I froze. “H-how do you have a cock and a pussy? That's not how it works. You can't have both. You used to be a man.”

  “I was born a woman,” she winked. “The cock came later.” Felicity stood up. My hands had relaxed their grip on her pigtails. She lifted her cock up and there was a pussy between her legs. Her cock sprouted from where her clit should be.

  “That's...” I licked my lips.

  “Hot?” Felicity winked at me. “Yes, it is. And you're going to love every second of my cock fucking your virgin cunt, believe me.”

  “I won't,” I hissed. “Cocks are filthy, disgusting things.”

  “But not a girl's cock.” Felicity strolled to my purse, her dick bouncing before her. “A woman with a dick. Something pure and beautiful. Something designed to give other women so much pleasure. Trust me, Aphrodite wants you to experience this cock.”

  “What are you?” I groaned.

  * * *

  Felicity

  “I'm a futa, Professor,” I purred as I opened her purse. This game had started off strange. I hadn't expected to be dominated and forced to eat her pussy. It had been exciting and humiliating all at the same time. It was something... I was glad I experienced.

  But I liked to be in charge.

  She was almost there. She was used to being the dominant. I would play into it a little longer. I'd let her get comfortable again, thinking she still had me mostly dominated. Then I would flip things around.

  Before I left here today, I would pop her cherry and hear her beg for my cock to make her cum.

  My dick twitched as I fished out the thick dildo. It was blue and covered in little bumps. I hadn't ever experienced a dido before. I had been fucked by all my fellow futas that worked at Cafe Futa back in Austin—Rhonda May, Annamarie, Kristi, and Chrysanthemum—plus a few other futas. And Naomi and her adopted mother, Mrs. Jordan, had both fucked me.

  But never a girl with a strap-on. My pussy clenched. What would the bumps feel like? I was eager to find out. I snagged the harness and turned around. Professor Desjardins's pink blouse had been removed, her small breasts, topped by puffy-pink nipples, heaved as she sucked in deep breaths, trying to regain control.

  I sauntered to her, a big smile on my face. “I'm ready to be fucked, Professor.”

  * * *

  Professor Renee Desjardins

  “Mistress,” I corrected absently as I took the harness and dildo from the dickgirl. The futa.

  That word made my pussy clench as I pulled on the harness. “On your knees, futa-slut.”

  Felicity obeyed, falling to her knees while her thick cock jutted hard between her thighs. I licked lips at the sight of her shaved pussy dripping juices that rolled down the shaft of her cock. Her bubbly butt wiggled. She was horny.

  She needed to be fucked. She was the slut, not me. She needed cock in her.

  Not me.

  I pulled the last strap and adjusted the dildo's base so it was tight on my clit. I stroked the hard, blue shaft, the bumps rubbing against the palm of my hand. I knew she would love my dildo reaming her. She would gasp and moan and just want to be fucked like the futa-slut she was.

  I wasn't a slut. I fell to my knees, my firm tits bouncing. I squeezed one with my left hand, sliding up to play with my puffy nipples. The pleasure shot down to my pussy as I rubbed the end against her cunt.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Slam that dick deep into my pussy, Professor.”

  “Mistress,” I hissed and seized both her pigtails. I held on hard, like they were a pair of handlebars on a bike I was about to ride hard and fast, then I thrust.

  The base of the dildo rubbed hard on my clit as I slammed the dildo deep into her wet depths. Her pussy lips were stretched wide around the shaft, the bumps rubbing at her inti
mate holes, caressing her, stimulating her.

  “Oh, fuck, that's different,” gasped Felicity, her hips bucking back into my thrusts.

  The dildo's base pressing on my clit was heavenly. I groaned and tossed my head. A strand of my black hair fell free of my bun and cascaded down my cheek. I fucked her hard and fast, our flesh slapping together, her butt-cheeks rippling.

  The slut moaned and gasped with every thrust. I pulled hard on her pigtails, bending her head back. She shuddered and moaned louder. She savored my domination. I made the slut love it. Her pussy made these wet noises as I slammed into her. It was so different than fucking a guy with my strap-on.

  “That's it, fuck my pussy, Professor,” she gasped. “Pound my cunt. Mmm, I'm going to cum so hard on your dildo. It feels amazing in my pussy. You are going to love it when I fuck your virgin cunt. You are going to gasp and moan on my—”

  I jerked back on her pigtails and slammed my dildo hard into her cunt. “I am never letting you fuck me, slave. You're mine.”

  “Mmm, I don't care what you say,” she shuddered. “I love that dildo fucking me. Every time you slam into my pussy, the pleasure shoots right to the tip of my cock. There's this ache. Mmm, it's growing. Keep fucking me. I'm so close to cumming already. This is so hot. Fuck me, Professor.”

  “Mistress!”

  She didn't answer. Instead, she gasped and moaned. Her body shuddered. Her face contorted as her orgasm shot through her. Her cum splashed on the floor beneath her as she rocked her hips back into my thrusts, the base of the dildo massaging my clit.

  My pussy clenched. I made the futa cum. Her disgusting jizz splattered on the floor. She was my slut. I would spank the defiance out of her over the semester. I would teach Felicity that her place was on her knees worshiping me.

  She would call me Mistress and love it.

  “I'm going to make you beg to be fucked,” I hissed. “You're going to lick my pussy and be fucked by my dildo every day. You will worship me and call me Mistress or I will spank your ass until its red.”

  “Mmm, I'm going to love fucking you, Professor.”