It is a great honour to be appointed Ambassador of the United States, even to a small country. When President Maria Suarez appoints Professor Klein, an expert in modern Arabic, as her Ambassador to Kobekistan the objectives of US policy are to help that country out of the feudal age of being ruled by the Emir, and to introduce a proper democratic governement, and to sell them more armaments, and consumer goods and services. Of course, the local Emir must not be upset to the point where he cuts off the oil sales to the USA.
How will Professor Klein fare in a country which is ruled largely by the whip, or the riding crop, or the birch, or the cat o'nine tails, or all four? Will the Professor resist the sexual temptations, and the dominance/submission culture so prevalent in such a society? Well it wouldn't be much of a book if the Ambassador resisted successfully, now would it?
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“Why do they call you Chocolate when you are clearly a white girl
with no trace of tar?” he asked, shocking both the girls with the
vulgarity.
Sharon shook her dark chestnut locks by way of reply.
“And does that colour come out of a bottle, the same as Cream’s
blonde locks?” he asked.
By way of answer, Sharon lifted the front of her wide skirt to
show her triangle of chestnut curls, and revealing that she was
wearing no underclothes at all.
“Good. I like natural colouring,” he remarked, and turned back
to Maria, “Turn over and get up on all fours,” he ordered.
He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing
exactly the kind of ageing, hairy, sagging, unsexy body that the girls
had expected. Even his prick was nothing special; it was nowhere
near the size of the ones sported by the twins. Climbing on the bed
behind Maria he pushed his prick at her cunt. Obediently she
positioned it properly with one hand and he thrust deep inside her, or
at least as deep as he could. After a few strokes he pulled back and
aimed it higher himself.
“No, not that,” begged Maria, “You’ll damage me. I’ve never …”
Sharon also was horrified at what he seemed to be about to do.
“Nonsense,” snapped the Dean, “If it’s your first corn holing,
it is better with a small prick like mine than a big young one that
would tear you. And you did promise ‘totally at my disposal’, didn’t
you? The only reservations were expressed by Sharon, if my memory
serves me correctly.”
Maria nodded and let her shoulders sink to the bed so that her arse
was even more prominently up in the air. He pressed at her brown
rosebud and slowly it opened, allowing the head of his cock in to her
body. Then he pressed hard and she screamed, turning her face into
the pillow to muffle it.
“There we are. Not so bad, is it?” he asked.
Maria did not reply, and Sharon decided to divert his attention.
She was still standing beside the bed, holding her skirt up to show
her nakedness, and fascinated to see the Dean’s penis disappear into
her friend’s arse.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
When he replied she immediately regretted her offer.
“Get up on here and lick my balls, and my arse hole,” he
replied, “Since you objected before I won’t sodomise you, but you can
rim me.”
The Dean had become a shrewd judge of student character over the
years and he was well aware that Sharon would do whatever he demanded,
but would regret it afterwards, and probably tell someone. Maria, on
the other hand was a true submissive and would do anything he ordered,
witness her submitting so quickly to her first taste of Sodom. There
was no fear of her telling anyone either, not if he was firm with
her.
Sharon climbed slowly on to the bed and took his balls in her
hand. Gently she started to lick them. Her problem was not distaste
for licking his private parts, but fear of hurting him. She had never
done this for anyone before; all the twins had ever wanted by way of
variation was to fuck her face and make her swallow their cum.
“You can take one in your mouth if you are careful,” she was
told, and she obeyed.
After some moments, the Dean said, “Yes, that’s nice, but now
lick my arse hole. I’m sure you can’t do any damage there.”
As Sharon tried yet another new experience, one which made her
feel sick, he started moving slowly in and out of Maria, who had
stopped sobbing and seemed to be resigned to her anal shafting, even
if she wasn’t enjoying it.
Chapter 5 Chastisement
The evening became somewhat repetitious after that, the Dean first
fucking one and then the other, playing with their breasts, being
sucked, and sucking and licking them to orgasm. He was, however, very
careful not to cum himself, and after that first time, he didn’t use
either of their arses again.
When he seemed to have tired of playing with their bodies, and
when he could no longer make Sharon climax whatever he did to her, he
said, “Sharon, you can dress and go, unless you want to wait for your
friend.”
Sharon dressed in seconds, only having worn a sweater, skirt and
shoes; then she submissively stood in the corner of the room and
waited.
“You can wait there if you want,” said the Dean, “but at your
own risk. You must not interfere with Maria’s chastisement, and I may
well want to fuck you again if you are still here.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Maria, lying on the
bed exhausted.
“Maria, come here and lie across my knees. It’s time you were
taught a lesson, so that you will be a good girl when you grow up,” he
ordered.
As she wearily moved herself on to his knees, he surveyed her
arse. It annoyed him slightly to see a few small bruises from his
rough handling of her earlier.
‘I should have been more careful,’ he thought, ‘Then these would
have been pristine for me to paint red.’
Spreading her arse cheeks apart with one hand, he slid the
forefinger of the other into her arse hole and then withdrew it at
once.
“Good,” he said, “I kept my word. There is no sign of bleeding
so you aren’t damaged.”
SPLAT!
Without warning his hand came down hard on one cheek and she
yelled in pain and surprise.
Watching the print of his hand come up in red on her creamy
skin, he smiled and said, “Scream all you like. Nobody will pay the
slightest attention in this place. I’ve heard worse than that and
nobody dared to investigate. One night someone had what sounded like
a cane and was punishing some woman who kept yelling ‘No, no, no,’ and
then it stopped and two minutes later she was yelling ‘Yes, yes, yes,’
presumably as he fucked her.”
SPLAT!
The other cheek started to colour and Maria broke into continual
piteous sobbing.
SPLAT!
“Shut up, or I’ll give you something to cry for. That’s only
two so far; there are lots more to suffer yet.”
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
…
The spanking went on for so long that Sharon lost count of the
blows the Dean had struck, and Maria was reduced to a silent sobbing
wreck. Her bottom was now a uniform dark red all over. She would
clearly not want to sit down any time soon, and perhaps not for days.
Turning to where Sharon waited patiently in the corner, the Dean
said, “Since you are still here, and I don’t think your friend wants
to lie on her back just yet, I’ll finish the evening by fucking you
again. Just take off your sweater, but not the skirt and come over
here.”
Sharon complied, still staring at the deep crimson arse cheeks
of her sobbing friend who was face down on the bed.
Gently, the Dean pulled her down on to her back on the bed,
smoothing her skirt under her, and lifting the front of it. Climbing
between her legs he buried his now fully engorged prick into her
sopping cunt in a single thrust. It had been there several times
before during the evening, but this time Sharon sensed it was for
real; he wasn’t going to stop short of cumming.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve had a vasectomy.
You won’t get pregnant.”
With that he began pumping with gusto and soon came, filling her
with a considerable amount of jism. After he stopped twitching inside
her he rolled off her and sighed. Sharon made to get up, but her
stayed her with one hand.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, “Lie there for a few minutes and let
it all run out of you, down your arse crack and on to your skirt. I
want you to feel a proper little leaking slimy slut when you go back
to your dorm, and I want to mark that skirt so you will remember
everything again tomorrow when you see the stain.”
When she heard his words, Sharon felt utterly used and dirty.
Then she discovered that it seemed right that she should feel like
that; he was the Dean of Studies, wasn’t he? He had the power to
make her do what he wanted, and somehow that gave him the right to do
what he had. If he ever ordered her to make herself available to him,
she knew she would, even if he wanted bottom to spank and to use, as
he had done to Maria.
It was only eleven o’clock when they left the Dean, Sharon
realised, but it seemed she had been in the motel for days. Many of
her muscles ached from the contortions he had demanded, her breasts
were bruised, her leaking vagina felt sore and, worse, gaping open.
She had to drive them back while Maria crouched in the back seat,
being careful not to let anything touch her bottom.
‘But it was worth it,’ she thought, ‘At least we are not to be
sent home in disgrace. Poor Maria, being spanked and having her
bottom done, as well as being fucked. It’s a good job for me that his
hand did not have the staying power that his prick did. I wonder if
he will want us again?’
After that night he never made the slightest move towards her,
and she never offered herself, but she just knew she was finished with
anyone who wasn’t powerful enough to take her.
