Hi, I’m Akshit, writing this story to share my experience of how my professor turned me into her sex buddy and escort for her colleagues.
Before I start, let me give you my profile. I’m a good-looking, 5’10 guy with a well-built body and a regular gym enthusiast.
I joined my college in 2021, and my first year was quite normal, like any normal student, with good grades and as desired by girls, but I was quite conservative and was a one-woman man. Meeting new people, hanging out with them, and helping others with their studies.
But my good academic performance was the thing that pushed me into the arms of those professors who would later utilise me fully. And in my second year of college, my Cloud Computing professor started giving lectures to our group. But our group, like any student group, used to bunk classes a lot.
One time, without checking with the group, I went to the class. I was caught by surprise that I was the only one present. Then my professor asked me why no one was attending the class. I said I had no clue.
So then she started threatening me that my attendance would not be recorded if I didn’t tell her. I again denied any involvement and said she can do as she pleases, and then I went back to my room.
The very next day in class, I was again asked what would happen if she started deducting my marks. I wanted to be so much of a team player for my classmates. Then I said she can do whatever she feels like, and then the targeting started.
She would teach me something. And then start to ask questions from the start of all the previous classes to demean me. But that didn’t work in her favour, since I used to be prepared.
So, then she started targeting students who used to sit around me so that she could make me feel isolated. But that didn’t work either because others would help them to answer the questions. This went for a whole semester.
Then the internal test came, and in that, she took out all her frustration on me. She deducted my marks as unreasonable, and there was no option for rechecking in the internal test.
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This would adversely affect my overall marks. So I went to her office and had to plead with her not to do such things. But she didn’t budge and then said she always liked me. She wanted to take some time out of her schedule to interact with me.
But she never got the chance, and so she is twisting my arms through my internal marks. So she asked what’s done is done, and if I meet her regularly, she would not do the same in my lab and semester exams.
I started visiting her regularly, and first we just used to talk, hold hands and kiss on the hands. After we both got comfortable, she then started with cuddling while we both sat. But as a boy, I couldn’t control her and started biting her.
Which she immediately stopped because she was married and couldn’t afford body marks. But then again, what’s fun in that? But then I started kissing her without her permission in her office.
When she tried to stop, I told her she was the one who wanted to be my sexual partner, so now she can’t black out. Just one kiss and two, she was again in the state of a professor who wants to have an affair.
At first, I thought I was the one who was being used. But now all that frustration that was building inside me had made me try to hate sex with her. Not out of compassion or connection, but just grinding her body for my needs.
She was the one who started it, and now also wants to take advantage. I had no idea that this would pan out this fruitfully for a person like me. I wanted to try hating sex in my mind because we were in her cabin. We weren’t able to since I wouldn’t be able to stop pounding her.
This might lead to others noticing her voice, so I had to settle for a hand job for now. For the first few weeks, this is how things were going. I even forced her to suck my penis while she was there to ask some doubts. It was surreal that the one in command during class was a sucker.
I might sound misogynistic, but I really felt she only had one job while she sucks, and I look at her with full ownership. I also wanted to start having proper sex with her, but the problem was that her cabin was shared by one more faculty member, so we were limited by her.
We had to be careful about this so that we would not be caught red-handed by others. That will bring only shame to me, affecting my academics and to her in her marriage and career. So, ultimately, we then decided to book an Oyo room where we could finally feel each other.
I could execute my sex revenge on her and take that strictness out of her by aggressively chewing her body apart. Looking back now, that experience had made me an animal and stripped away my morals.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what more I could have done if I had been like this from the start. How many partners could I have had to fulfil my needs? My thoughts about making her my puppet were all over my mind.
I couldn’t think clearly about what I was doing and with whom I was doing it. I really went all in when it came to exploiting her and being exploited by her, then by other colleagues of hers in college.
I’m ending this part of my story here, so that readers have more time to absorb the story part-wise. Also, telling in the next part how I turned into an escort for other professors as well.
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