Last Round
Another writing prompt that I worked on with @a-pakalolo. This time around there's no LLMs involved, just me, ms word, and a-pakalolo's wonderful mind!
A college professor finds one of his students heavily intoxicated and brings her home to take care of her...and take full advantage of her.
TW: Intox, drugs, somno, nonconsent
Chapter 1 Doctor Card, professor of sociology at XXX University leaned against the bar, chatting with Luke, the bartender, over the din of the busy college town watering hole. It was an even busier night than a usual Friday, so Luke has proved to be far too busy to make good conversation.
“Doctor C!” A female voice, excited and bubbly, but clearly sloshed, called out, making him turn away from sipping the scotch in his hand.
Through the crowd one of his students gave an excited wave and familiarity immediately hit him. What was her name? Sam, he’s pretty sure. From his Thursday morning class. Front row, every time.
She had dirty blonde hair, and an outfit that was clearly a sheltered girl’s attempt at party clothes. Knee length skirt and the hints of what might have been a cute blouse if it wasn’t hidden by her sweater.
A quick glance confirms what he heard in her voice: she’s trashed. He was a little surprised she could even see him, with how unfocused her eyes are.
She broke away from the young man she was hanging out with, much to the frat boy’s clear annoyance, and pushed her way over.
“Oh my god, hiiii!” She greeted, smiling dopily, stumbling into him.
His arm went around her to steady her. She oofed and leaned on him for a long moment, then slowly looked up, trying to tuck strands of her hair back behind her ear.
“Huhn? Wha….? Doctor Card?” She mumbled, then beamed drunkenly at him. “We’re not in class, yer not shupposed to be here?” The frat boy made his way over, still looking frustrated.
“Hey, man, sorry about her. She’s a lightweight. I’ll get her outta here.” The boy said, but Card put his hand up,ignoring him, and leaning into Sam’s ear to be heard over the music and shouting voices.
“Sam, are your friends here?” He asked, returning her swimming focus to him.
“Hnn? Noooo, they’re laaaame, sho I came out by myshelf.” She replies, head rolling a little.
She groaned and started to fall away from him, but his strong arm around her pulled her back up to his chest.
“I dun feel sho good, Professhur.” She mumbled weakly, only audible because of how close he was.
Card’s eyes narrowed and then looked at the frat boy, who kept scooting closer to try and reach out for the girl, saying, “I’ll get her some water or something.”
“You’ll fuck off, before I call the cops.” Card replied sharply, then turned her to put his body between the grabby boy and the wasted girl.
“Oi, Luke!” he called over the din, catching the eye of the bartender. Card then nodded his head down towards the girl. The bartender understood the situation in a moment and nodded sharply, before calling out for one of the bouncers.
By the time Card turned around to point the boy out, the would-be rapist had already vanished into the crowd.
Together, Card and the bouncer carefully helped the girl outside into the fresh air. She was leaning against Card heavily, now mumbling incomprehensibly. A check of her phone showed them it was locked down tight, and her ID did not give a dorm address.
“You know her?” The bouncer asked and Card nodded.
“She’s one of my students. Sociology 202. Said she’s out here by herself.” Card replied.
“Stupid of her. I can’t exactly babysit her all night.”
“I know. Look, I’ll take responsibility for her. She can crash at my place for the night, and I can give her the disappointed-Dad lecture in the morning. Luke has my number if anyone comes looking for her.”
“A’ight. Thanks, brother. I’ll keep an eye out for that punk who did this to her.”
Together, the two of them carried her to the parking lot and buckled her into the back seat of his car.
It’s a short drive, and Card considered himself lucky that she didn’t puke in his backseat.
Fortunately, under all her layers, she was a petite girl and easy to carry inside his house when they arrive. She was still conscious enough to keep mumbling and lightly clinging to him as he carried her, bringing her to his bedroom.
It looked like tonight was going to go exactly as he hoped it would. --
He sat her against the headboard, propping pillows behind her to help keep her upright while he finally admired her properly, He had noticed her before in class. She seemed bright, but judging by her grades, she is one of those high school gifted kids who was struggling to make the transition to college workload. She was falling behind, if he remembered correctly.
He left her for a few moments, grabbing some water from the sink and brought it to her. A soft pat on her face let him know she’s still somewhat reactive, but judging by the closed eyes and weak mumbling she’s not entirely unconscious.
With the utmost care, he opened her mouth; marveling at how easy it is to do and began dribbling water into her mouth until she swallowed. That was good, she wouldn’t drown or choke on her own tongue.
Once satisfied that she had had something other than alcohol and roofie, he helped the poor girl out of her heels. He rubbed at the marks the straps left and almost laughed at himself at the feeling of guilt for taking such a liberty with the young college girl. He planned to do even worse to her soon, so why would indulging in this be anything to feel guilty about?
Piece by piece, he carefully removed each layer of her clothes, revealing a soft, nubile body to his perverted gaze. He appreciated the sexy lace underwear she had hidden all the layers, the matching green bra and panties rather sensual and tasteful.
Worshipfully, he removed those too and then spread her legs out so he could drink in the sight of her. The girl laid, limp and helpless and naked for him and it took so much for him not to immediately get carried away.
Instead, he went to the bathroom and retrieved some items. Lube, condoms, towels.
One towel under her hips, another under her head as he laid her down on the pillows.
A few dabs of lubricant on his finger and he began slowly touching her slit, the labia clasped tightly. He added a drop of lube at a time while he stroked and petted on her sex until her body began to rouse and she was gleaming with the generous amount of lube.
His finger, blunt and thick, slowly pried into her tight pussy and he was relieved to find no hint of a hymen. That would have been unfortunate.
By the time his finger was fully inside of her, her own arousal started to slick his fingers along with the lube as her body responded to the intrusive stimulation.
His finger curled and stroked inside of her, gently fucking her with the single digit until her sex was making soft, lewd noises from being fingered.
While he has so many things he wished he could do with a drugged up, helpless beauty like dear, innocent Sam, he knows that would all just be extra to what he truly wanted to do.
He pulled his finger free and disrobed quickly so he could finally climb into bed with her. With practiced ease he ripped open the foil pack and rolled a condom down his thick manhood.
“Maybe next time you’ll pay better attention to your drink.” He chided the unconscious girl. “But for my sake, I hope you don’t. And I hope I find you again.”
An extra-large dollop of lube onto his cock and then he was pressing the thick, condom-clad head into her tight sex. He forced himself to go slow, to take his time and keep using plenty of lube so her tight cunt yielded to his raping cock.
A low, rough sigh escaped him as he leaned over her. The entire time he entered her, she didn’t even so much as whimper or twitch, her head rolled to the side, eyes closed. Only the gentle heaving of her breasts revealed that she was even still breathing.
A few slow thrusts of his cock were enough to get him started, satisfied that she wouldn’t wake. Then all he needed to do was lift her legs, hook his strong arms under her knees and lift her hips up.
Then his bedroom filled with the sounds of a man rutting roughly into the helpless girl half his age as his thick cock plunges into her wet cunt. His first orgasm came all too quickly for him, but he didn’t care. With a harsh grunt of satisfaction he flooded the condom.
He next fucked her on her side, her body positioned as if she had simply fallen asleep in bed.
Last, he rolled her onto her stomach, propping her hips up on a pile of pillows so her ass was lifted, offering her holes up to him.
He indulged himself then, mouth licking and sucking on her young, well-fucked pussy, as if daring her to wake and react to being eaten out. But she remained entirely oblivious and limp.
He considered using her other hole then, as he used his thumbs to spread her open to inspect her holes, but figured it would be too risky. A third condom to end the night. It was already late, but this position always got him going.
A squeeze of lube directly into her vulnerable cunt was quickly followed by his thick cock sinking home into her.
Sure, he could probably start a relationship with one of his students and have it go wrong and the fallout would make him lose his job.
Or, he could keep hanging out at Luke’s bar, keeping an eye out for young, dumb girls who can’t hold their liquor or cover their drinks and enjoy their tight holes and nubile bodies. He knows which one he preferred.
Despite his earlier decision, he couldn’t help himself as he railed her pussy from behind, seeing the pink hole clinging to his cock every time he pulled out.
His thumb collected some pussy juice and lube and pressed it into her winking, tight back door, lightly toying with her rosebud as it clenched around his finger, which also makes her cunt tighten on his cock.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he slammed deep into her and pumped his third load of the night into her. His only regret was that he couldn’t do it bareback without risking leaving evidence.
All too soon his fun was over and he tiredly, but diligently, worked to clean her up, pull her clothes back on, and tuck her into bed. A glass of water, ibuprofen, and her belongings waited on the bedside table, alongside a hand-written note to reassure her that she was ‘safe’. Then he retreated to the spare bedroom for a well-earned rest.
