The Price of Passing - Part 6

“Lily, stop touching yourself for a second,” Malory said, her voice firm but laced with curiosity. She walked closer to the bed, still completely naked. “Look at me.”

Lily let out a small, needy whimper. Her fingers slowed but didn’t stop moving between her thighs as she looked up at Malory with hooded, glassy eyes.

“Nothing’s going on…” she breathed, clearly lying. “I just… wish something would. He’s so handsome and smart… I’d do anything for him to notice me.”

Malory raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. She sat on the edge of the bed, her thick thighs spreading slightly. She could see the way Lily’s body shuddered every time she mentioned the professor’s name.

“You wouldn’t be fingering yourself like a desperate little slut if ‘nothing’ was going on,” Malory said, smirking. “Tell me the truth, Lily. What’s really happening between you two?”

Lily sighed in frustration, her resistance finally crumbling. As she admitted that she had become Professor Sawyer’s secret plaything, her fingers started moving faster again, rubbing her soaked pussy with shameless desperation.

Malory’s eyes widened with genuine surprise and delight. A slow, wicked smirk spread across her face.

“Wait… wait… Professor Sawyer has you wrapped around his finger?” she asked, clearly amused. “You’re like… his little slut?” She watched hungrily as Lily’s desperate fingers slid through her glistening folds. “Does he actually fuck you, or does he just tease you?”

“He hasn’t touched me at all…” Lily admitted breathlessly.

Malory burst out laughing, a dark, genuinely amused sound. She leaned back on her hands, her thick thighs spreading wider as she watched Lily degrade herself. “He has you completely obsessed without even laying a finger on you? That’s… actually impressive power.”

She slid her own hand between her thighs, fingers gliding through her slick folds. “So what exactly does he make you do?”

Lily’s hips bucked as she spoke, her fingers rubbing faster. “He makes me edge myself every day… and keep a detailed diary of all my fantasies. He makes me rub my pussy for him while he strokes his cock and watches. One time he wiped his precum on my lips…”

Malory’s hand picked up speed, her fingers now glistening with arousal. “Holy shit Lily,” She bit her lip, mesmerized. “He makes you write about your wet dreams? Does he actually read them?”

“Yes…” Lily moaned, her swollen clit throbbing under her fingers. “He reads everything. He gets off on my words. He made me promise to be completely honest, no limits. I have to write out all my deepest, filthiest fantasies… and he strokes himself while I play with my pussy right in front of him.”

Lily’s fingers sped up, her voice growing more desperate. “Just talking about it makes me so fucking wet, Malory…”

Malory stared at her, breathing heavier as her own fingers worked between her thighs. “Fuck, that’s hot. He’s got you completely addicted to his attention, hasn’t he? You’d probably do anything for him to finally touch you properly, wouldn’t you?”

Lily whimpered, her hips bucking wildly against her hand. “Y-yes…”

Malory leaned in closer, her wet, chubby body glistening under the dorm lights. “Have you ever begged him for more?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “Told him you \*need\* him to actually fuck you?” She watched Lily’s desperate fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit, pushing her closer to the edge. “Or are you just his obedient little pet, willing to do whatever he wants for the chance at more?”

“I’ve begged…” Lily’s voice cracked, her body trembling violently. “I’ve offered him anything… but he just smiles and tells me to touch myself more. Or to write about how badly I want his big cock inside me…”

Lily’s eyes dropped to watch Malory spread her legs wider, fingers gliding through her bright red bush. The sight made her own fingers move faster.

“He loves dominating me,” Lily gasped. “He makes me feel like a desperate, horny little whore...”

Malory moaned softly, sliding two fingers into her dripping pussy. She spread her folds wide, shamelessly showing Lily her glistening wetness. “Keep going, baby,” she encouraged, her voice thick with arousal. “Tell Malory everything he makes you do.” Her fingers pumped slowly as she added, “Are you his little slut?”

“Y-yes…” Lily gasped, her breath hitching. “I’m his little slut… He calls me that all the time. He tells me to be a good girl and touch myself like a whore for him…”

Her fingers flew over her swollen clit as she watched Malory finger herself. The sight turned her on even more.

Malory bucked her hips, fucking herself with two fingers while her red curls glistened with arousal. “Does he let you cum, baby? Or does he leave you dripping and desperate like a needy little bitch?” Her fingers pumped faster, matching Lily’s frantic rhythm. “Does he own that pretty little cunt?”

“He owns it…” Lily’s voice was a broken whisper, her orgasm building unbearably close. “He owns all of me. I’m not allowed to cum unless he says so… and sometimes he doesn’t. I have to stay wet and aching for days…”

Malory moaned deeply, curling her fingers inside herself while her thumb circled her clit. “When he finally lets you… what, baby? Tell me.” Her eyes were dark with lust as she watched Lily teeter right on the edge. “Is it worth the torture? All the begging?”

The dorm room was filled with wet, obscene sounds and desperate whimpers.

“It’s worth it…” Lily gasped, her hand a frantic blur between her thighs. Her back arched sharply off the bed as she teetered right on the edge. “He makes me scream… makes me cum so hard I almost black out… but then he always leaves me wanting more. Always aching for more…”

“Please, Malory…” she sobbed, voice breaking with desperation.

Malory’s fingers curled deeper inside her own dripping pussy, her voice hoarse with arousal. “What do you need, baby?” she asked, watching Lily beg so prettily. “Do you need to cum? Do you need to squirt all over yourself like a good little slut for your owner?”

“Yes… yes, please!” Lily was practically crying now, her body shaking violently on the brink. “I need to cum so bad… Please let me cum… I’ll be such a good slut… I’ll do anything…”

Malory moaned loudly, her thumb grinding hard against her clit as she chased her own pleasure. “Alright, baby,” she growled. “You can cum. But you’re going to make a mess. Squirt all over the bed like the desperate whore you are. Show me how badly you need it.”

Malory’s fingers pumped faster as she gave the command. “Now, little slut.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Lily’s body convulsed violently. A powerful orgasm tore through her, making her cry out loudly as her pussy clenched and a clear stream of squirt gushed from between her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath her. She kept cumming hard, wave after wave crashing through her small frame as more fluid sprayed out.

Malory’s eyes widened as she watched Lily squirt again and again, the sight pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. She screamed, fingers buried deep inside her pussy as she came hard, her bright red curls sticking to her soaked thighs while she flooded the bed with her release.

“Fuck… yes… good girl,” Malory gasped, riding out the intense waves of pleasure.

Lily finally collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. Her body continued twitching with powerful aftershocks as she tried to catch her breath. She turned her head and looked over at Malory, who was sprawled naked on the floor, legs spread wide, her red bush glistening with her own juices.

“Did I… did I do good?” Lily asked weakly.

“You were perfect, baby,” Malory replied with a satisfied, tired smile. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth, licking them clean while gazing at Lily’s thoroughly soaked bed.

Exhausted and sated, Lily drifted off to sleep shortly after. Malory climbed onto the bed and curled up behind her, still completely naked. She wrapped an arm around Lily’s waist and pulled her close, spooning her tightly. Their naked bodies pressed together warmly as they both fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The following Monday, Malory deliberately hung back after class, watching from her seat as Lily squirmed and blushed under Professor Sawyer’s gaze. Once Lily finally left the room, Malory stood up and sauntered toward his desk, hips swaying with deliberate confidence.

She leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her low-cut blouse and the lacy red bra underneath. “Interesting little game you’ve got going with Lily, Professor,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “She told me \*everything\*.”

Professor Sawyer leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. “I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ms. Holtz.”

“Really, Professor?” Malory straightened up, though not enough to hide her cleavage, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Because Lily told me some very fascinating things. How you’re her ‘owner.’ How you make her touch herself for you. How you decide when she’s allowed to cum… and when she has to stay desperate and dripping.”

Jake’s expression didn’t change. “That’s quite the story, Ms. Holtz. But I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do,” Malory said, leaning back slightly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The real question is… do you want this information getting out?”

Jake remained calm. “Even if any of this were true, there are no rules barring professors from dating consenting adult students.”

“True,” Malory replied, her smile turning sharp and dangerous. “But there \*are\* rules about professors trading grades for sex. Imagine the scandal: ‘Respected Professor Accused of Trading A’s for Ass.’ That wouldn’t be great for your career, would it?”

Malory could see she’d hit a nerve. She pressed her advantage, leaning forward again to give him another teasing view of her cleavage. “I could make your life very difficult, Professor. But… I could also keep this our little secret.”

Jake leaned forward, his expression still composed, though his eyes had grown colder.

“Or,” he said smoothly, “you could get yourself tossed out of school. If Heather loses her A, her very wealthy and very powerful family would make your life hell.”

Malory froze. The confident smirk vanished from her face as the weight of Jake’s words hit her. Heather’s family was notoriously litigious and vindictive, they could bankrupt her or get her expelled with a single phone call. She straightened up, her confidence visibly cracking.

“Touché, Professor,” she muttered through gritted teeth, realizing she had walked into a standoff.

“Seems we’re at a stalemate,” Jake said. “How do you want to proceed?”

Malory’s jaw tightened. She smoothed her skirt and met his gaze. “A stalemate implies neither of us wins, Professor. I keep my mouth shut, and you keep giving Lily what she needs. But I want insurance.”

“Such as?”

“I want an A in your class,” she said. Then, more softly, “And… I want you to fuck me. Once a month.” Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes stayed steady. “That’s my insurance policy.”

Jake leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow. “So you come to me with accusations of sexual and academic misconduct… and your proposed solution is \*more\* sexual and academic misconduct?”

Malory’s face turned bright red at the irony. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as she realized how badly she had cornered herself with her own demands.

“When you put it that way…” she trailed off, embarrassed.

Jake watched her for a moment, then spoke calmly.

“I’ll meet you in the middle. You won’t get any special treatment with your grades, you don’t need it anyway. But I \*will\* claim you as mine. And I’ll fuck you when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Malory’s eyes widened slightly at the compromise. It was better than nothing, and oddly more appealing than she cared to admit. Being “claimed” by him sent a strange, unwelcome thrill through her body.

“Claim me?” she asked, her voice lower now, intrigued despite herself. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you’ll be treated like Lily,” Jake replied. “You’ll do as I say. Your body will be mine to use however I want. You’ll edge for me, you’ll cum for me, and you’ll get fucked when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Malory’s eyes lit up at the proposition, a slow, hungry smile spreading across her face. The idea of being owned by him, of submitting to his control, sent a dark thrill racing through her. But she wasn’t ready to surrender completely.

“I’ll agree…” she said, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But on one condition. I get to use Lily too. Whenever I want.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘use’?”

“Whatever I want,” Malory purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. “If she’s yours, then she’s effectively \*ours\*. I want the same privileges you have. I want to play with her… make her beg… make her cum… or deny her. I want full access to your little toy whenever the mood strikes me.”

Jake considered her demand for a long moment, then gave a small nod.

“If I agree, everything you do to her must be added to her diary. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Malory nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She could hardly believe she was negotiating the right to use another girl like a toy, but the thought sent a fresh rush of heat straight to her core. “I’ll keep a detailed log of everything I do to her… every time I make her cum, every time I deny her, every limit I push.”

“Good,” Jake said. “Now call her and let her know I want both of you in my office after classes. Do \*not\* mention this new arrangement to her. We’ll tell her together.”

Malory nodded obediently and pulled out her phone, already texting Lily. Her mind was spinning with filthy possibilities, shared edging sessions, making Lily submit to her, maybe even a threesome. She could feel herself getting wet again.

“She’ll be there after her last class,” she said.

“Good girl,” Jake replied. “You may go now. I’ll see you this evening.”

Malory’s cheeks flushed at being called “good girl.” The words sent an unexpected thrill through her body. “Yes, Professor.”

She turned and walked out of the office, feeling his gaze burning into her back with every step.

That afternoon, both girls arrived at Professor Sawyer’s office. Lily looked nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her simple sundress, while Malory stood beside her looking smug and confident in a short skirt and tight blouse that hugged her curves.

They stood outside the door for a moment before Malory reached out and knocked.

“Come in,” Jake called from inside.

Lily opened the door slowly and stepped in first, her eyes wide and anxious. Malory followed close behind, exuding confidence. Lily kept her gaze down, hands twisting nervously in front of her, while Malory stood tall with a small, satisfied smirk.

“Professor Sawyer…” Lily began, her voice quivering.

“Close the door and come here, Lily.”

Lily obeyed immediately, shutting the door behind them. She walked up to his desk with her eyes lowered. Malory followed, arms crossed under her chest, clearly enjoying the power shift.

“Get on your knees,” Jake commanded.

Lily froze for a moment, her eyes flicking up to Malory’s knowing smirk before dropping back down to the floor. Her cheeks burned bright red.

“I… in front of her?” she whispered, embarrassed. But even as the words left her mouth, her knees were already bending. She slowly lowered herself onto the cold office floor. Malory watched with open delight, clearly savoring Lily’s humiliation.

“Now take out my cock.”

Lily swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she reached up to unbutton Jake’s pants. She pulled the zipper down carefully, freeing his already hardening cock. She glanced nervously at Malory again before wrapping her small hand around his thick shaft and pulling him free. Malory stepped closer, watching intently with hungry eyes.

“Malory,” Jake ordered, “take off your clothes and sit on the couch.”

Malory’s smirk widened, this was going even better than she’d hoped. Without hesitation, she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black lacy bra underneath. She slipped out of her skirt, then her panties, leaving herself completely naked. She walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading her legs slightly as she watched Lily with hungry eyes.

“Yes, Professor.”

Jake looked down at Lily, his heavy cock swelling to its full length. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, “and listen carefully.”

Lily closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. She wrapped her lips around his thick shaft and began sucking gently, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head. Malory watched with rapt attention, her hand slowly drifting between her thighs to play with her wet pussy.

“You do not have my permission to touch your cunt, Malory,” Jake snapped.

Malory’s hand froze instantly. Her eyes snapped up to meet his stern gaze. She quickly pulled her hand away and sat up straighter, closing her legs demurely. Lily continued sucking Jake’s cock, completely oblivious to the exchange.

“I also did not give you permission to close your legs,” Jake practically growled.

Malory’s breath hitched at the dominant tone, a sharp thrill running through her. Without hesitation, she spread her legs wider, fully exposing her glistening pussy. Her hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, fingers digging into the fabric as she awaited his next command.

“I-I’m sorry, Professor,” she whispered breathlessly.

Jake gave her a disapproving look. “I’ll deal with you shortly.” He turned his attention back to Lily, his voice calm but commanding. “Now listen carefully, Lily. Malory has informed me that she knows about our arrangement. She also knows about my arrangement with Heather.”

To emphasize his words, he roughly thrust his cock deep into Lily’s throat.

Lily gagged hard around his thick shaft, tears instantly streaming down her face as she looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes. A muffled “Mmph!” escaped around his cock.

Malory watched with a mix of excitement and jealousy, her own pussy aching with need.

“To make matters worse,” Jake continued as he ruthlessly fucked Lily’s throat, “she threatened my job. But we’ve reached an understanding. She is now my toy as well… and you are hers.”

He thrust deep, holding himself in Lily’s throat for emphasis. “You will obey her when I’m not present. Only I have final authority. Do you understand?”

Lily choked and gagged violently around his thick cock, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her hands gripped his thighs desperately for stability. Through the brutal face-fucking, she managed a frantic, muffled nod.

Malory sat on the couch with her legs spread wide, her dripping pussy on full display, a dark, satisfied smile spreading across her face. “Understood, Professor.”

Jake glared at Malory, anger simmering beneath his usual calm exterior. Jake doesn't anger easy, he's used to being in control, calm, but she hit a nerve. She could have simply asked to join, instead she tried to play power games with him. The unfamiliar surge of irritation made his thrusts into Lily’s mouth even more aggressive.

“Spank your cunt, slut,” he ordered Malory.

Malory yelped in surprise but obeyed instantly. Her hand came down hard against her wet pussy with a loud slap. She moaned shamelessly, the sting mixing with pleasure as she watched Jake brutally use Lily’s throat. The sight, combined with his rare display of anger, made her even wetter.

“Again,” he growled. “Harder.”

Malory’s pussy was so wet that each slap echoed loudly through the office, her juices splattering with every strike. She moaned shamelessly, never taking her eyes off Lily’s tear-streaked face as the smaller girl struggled to take Jake’s cock.

“Yes, Professor!” she gasped.

“Harder, you bitch,” Jake growled.

Malory cried out as she slapped her swollen pussy brutally hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her puffy lips. Her thick thighs trembled, her body writhing with a mix of sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure. At the same time, Lily gagged and choked violently around Jake’s cock, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as he held her head firmly in place and thrust violently into her throat.

Jake looked down at Lily, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t swallow. Hold it all in your mouth.”

His hips sped up, using Lily’s warm, wet mouth like a toy as he chased his release.

Lily’s mouth was stretched wide around his thick cock, unable to swallow as commanded. Her cheeks bulged obscenely as drool ran down her chin. She struggled to breathe through her nose while Jake held her head firmly in place, choking her with every deep thrust.

Malory spanked her own dripping pussy mercilessly, crying out with each wet slap, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she watched.

Jake felt his balls tighten. With a low groan, he thrust deep and exploded into Lily’s mouth. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her throat and filled her mouth rapidly.

Lily’s eyes went wide with panic. She struggled desperately not to swallow as her cheeks puffed out, her mouth quickly overflowing with his thick load. Some of it leaked from the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin.

Malory stopped spanking herself, watching with rapt, hungry attention. Her own pussy throbbed as she saw Lily’s mouth being filled to capacity. She licked her lips, her hand drifting back between her legs to slowly circle her clit.

“Professor…” Malory breathed, voice thick with arousal.

“Quiet,” Jake snapped. He looked down at Lily, her cheeks puffed out, mouth completely full of his thick cum. “Stand up.”

Lily rose on shaky legs, still gripping his thighs for support. She stumbled slightly as she walked the short distance to the couch, desperately trying not to swallow.

Malory’s eyes widened with dark anticipation, her pussy visibly clenching as she realized what Jake was about to make Lily do.

“Now spit my cum in her face,” Jake ordered coldly.

Lily looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy. But Jake’s expression was hard and unyielding. With a small, humiliated whimper, she turned toward Malory, opened her mouth, and forcefully expelled the thick, warm load in a messy spray across Malory’s face and chest.

The warm, sticky load splattered across Malory’s face and chest, thick ropes dripping down her cheeks and onto her heavy tits. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure as some of it landed in her open mouth. She licked her lips greedily, savoring the taste.

“Fuck yes…” she breathed, clearly loving the degradation.

Lily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking utterly traumatized and humiliated. She stepped back shakily, waiting for Jake’s next command.

Malory sat there panting, her face and chest absolutely covered in his thick cum. A twisted, satisfied grin spread across her lips as she used her fingers to scoop some of the mess off her cheek and suck it clean.

“Thank you, Professor…” she purred.

“Leave my cum where it is,” Jake ordered. “Both of you, stand up and bend over my desk.”

Both girls obeyed immediately. They walked over to his large desk and bent forward without hesitation, presenting him with two round, perfect asses — Lily’s small and firm, Malory’s thick and plush — sticking up invitingly in the air.

Jake began spanking them without warning, alternating heavy, firm slaps between their two round asses.

The sharp crack of his hand meeting flesh echoed through the office. Lily cried out with every strike, her pale skin turning bright red almost instantly as she squirmed and whimpered. Malory, by contrast, moaned loudly and pushed her thick ass back eagerly to meet each slap, clearly loving the punishment.

“Ah! Please, Professor!” Lily sobbed.

When Jake finally stopped, both girls stood up on shaky legs, their asses glowing red and throbbing. They turned to face him, Lily with tear-streaked cheeks and trembling lips, gently rubbing her sore bottom, while Malory panted heavily, her body still glistening with cum and looking thoroughly thrilled.

“Yes, Professor?” they asked in unison, waiting for his next command.

“Oh, and girls,” Jake added calmly, “don’t lay a finger on your pussies until I say so. You’ve both lost that privilege for now.”

“Get out,” Jake ordered. “Get dressed and go back to your dorm. My cum stays exactly where it is. Walk with your heads held high, and if anyone notices, you will smile.”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a cold, dangerous tone. “Lily, learn to be discreet. Malory… don’t ever fucking threaten me again.”

Both girls nodded quickly, too intimidated to argue. They silently gathered their clothes and dressed, trying their best to ignore the sticky mess of cum drying on their faces, chests, and bodies. Lily carefully wiped her eyes, only managing to smear Jake’s load further across her flushed cheeks.

Both of them shivered at the stern command, their denied pussies clenching with frustration. Lily’s face burned with embarrassment, while Malory looked like she wanted to protest, but wisely held her tongue.

“Yes, Professor,” they answered softly in unison.