Free Sarah's Tutorial: Corbin's Bend, Book 2 by LazyDay Publishing

warmth of the place he touched, and placed his forefinger (she thought) on her anus. She felt a cool gel-like substance on the finger, and it felt lovely to her, not ever having felt lube before.
    But then–then... what was it?
    “Uhh! uhh! Sir, you’re... n—no! Why? wh—why are you...” He replaced his finger with something else, well-lubricated, neither thick nor long, but definitely present.
    “Easy, now, my girl, my little Sarah. You’ll wear this for the rest of the night and tomorrow, to get you ready for me, and to make you think of me. You may wear panties over it, if you wish. It won’t project far, but I’d suggest not letting anyone's hands near there tomorrow. You’ll have to be creative about how you sit in class, as well, and those tight jeans you wore yesterday to show off your perky little bottom cheeks will be out of the question. In fact, you should plan on wearing skirts most of the time, since they’re easier to feel a girl up under, and you’ll have something in your bottom hole more often than not.”
    “Whhh—what... what is it? Sir, what—what did you p—put there? I—I d—don’t w—want to... P—please... please t—take it out!” Sarah's little bottom was open around the... the thing, and Professor Dunn seemed to indicate that something would be happening to her tomorrow, at the end of the day.
    “No, Sarah. I’m not going to take it out. You’re going to wear it. It’s called a butt-plug, and I want you to wear it, so you’re going to wear it. Do you understand now? That’s what your tutorial is all about. A girl who wants to learn how to please a man must start by giving him his way with her. I like to see a girl with a butt-plug in her bottom, so you’re going to have to get used to it.”
    He pulled Sarah's panties back up, over the butt-plug, and stood her up again. He turned her to face him. Instinctively, she put her hands back behind herself to feel her butt-plug there. Professor Dunn smiled. It felt big between her bottom-cheeks. She flushed crimson when she realized that it made her very, very wet, once again, in her panties.
    That was when he really kissed her for the first time. He led her to the couch and sat down, then pulled her down gently into his lap. Then, with his right arm around her waist, he took her chin in the fingers of his left hand and turned her face to his, and kissed her deep and long. He also kissed her in a way that she realized was how the man she needed should kiss her, making her lips move with his, commanding her tongue with his, making her mouth his property.
    "This is going to be trouble," he said, when he lifted his face from hers.
    Something in her completely beyond her control made her snuggle herself into his arms, clad in the crisp Oxford cloth of his shirt, which closed protectively and warmly around her. "It's not against the rules," she said.
    "I know," he said, and kissed her again. "But I have to think that we both feel that there's something more going on here than a naughty senior seducing her history professor."
    Sarah couldn't meet his eyes, but she nodded forcefully into his chest. He kissed her hair, her ear, her neck.
    "Oh my God, Professor..."
    "John."
    "John, please... please fuck me now. I know–I know it will hurt, but... I want it so much... and I–I even... want it to hurt." She couldn't believe she'd said it.
    "So you are a virgin, little Sarah?"
    She blushed and nodded.
    "I believe I told you, young lady, that you weren't going to get to see my cock tonight. Do you remember that bit?"
    "Yes, sir."
     
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    "But this is something we'll have to take care of as soon as we can, isn't it?" Dunn could scarcely believe he heard himself say it. How did one make sure that a twenty-one-year-old really did want one to deflower her? To say that he was not averse to the notion was like saying that a tiger was not averse to having some meat from time to time.
    Sarah looked up into his eyes, and the beauty of