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I did nothing wrong. What I did was not illegal, and I won't go to jail. Was it ethical? Moral, religiously, politically correct...probably not. But it wasn't really illegal. Obviously I don't want my name associated with the events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever done something so deliciously, saucy, so utterly wicked that it makes you giggle just a bit? To plan it, to execute it, to get away with it--and then be unable to tell anyone...it's maddening. It is not fair. God bless the Internet. I'm going to tell you what I did, what I will continue to do.

I'm writing this story under my pen name "Jaz". It's not the first one, far from it. I've posted 27 nasty fics before this. The only difference is this one is really true. I've been fascinated by rape, and to a lesser extent incest since I was a teenager. It was a dark, dirty secret that I kept hidden from all who know me. The idea of forcing, tricking, humiliating a tasty, little cuntwich, breaking her, bending her to my will...I don't have the words to express how much I wanted to do that in real life. It's been my fantasy for as long as I can remember, but I never have crossed that line. You see, I am a coward. I was simply too afraid to act on my desires. Oh I'd dream about it, write about even.

But I am an intelligent man. I know myself. It was a simple equation, If I rape a girl/woman once I will enjoy it. If I enjoy it I will do it again and again with other women. If I do it enough times THEN the law of averages demands I will be caught. THEN I will lose my job. Then I will go to jail. As a Rapist in Jail, I will be raped myself. Being a gutless bastard, I never took the chance, never had the courage to take the risk. I am 32 years old and I thought rape would forever be just beyond my grasp. Then god (um ok maybe it was someone else) smiled upon me, and showed me how to get what I wanted. Better still it is completely legal, I won't go to jail, ergo I won't be raped myself. Here's how it happened.

"Bring!! Professor Jaz! Wait up I need to talk to you."

I could not quite place the face of the young lady calling my name. She was very pretty. She looked like a friendly, intelligent, kid. Not quite innocent, but certainly no slut. She was sexy, but did not seem to know it. In a few years she'd grow into herself. Perfect, the kind of girl I would love to humiliate, dreamed of raping. The ass on her swayed seductively. Her sweet tits were made to be sucked. Her mouth looked like it would just barely fit around my dick, she might gag a little but she was a good girl, I knew she'd swallow.

"Yes, what can I do to you, Ms..."

"Johnson, Susan Johnson. I'm in your Intro to Creative Writing class this semester. I need some help passing it...I have missed a few classes, " she mumbled as her voice trailed off to nothing.

Oh god I remembered her now. I had barely seen the girl in months. As a tenured professor in a major eastern university I have seen it before. It always made me mad. Students take a puff class like Creative Writing, so they can coast along to an easy B , while devoting the extra time and energy to other classes, or partying. I've seen it, but rarely to this degree. There was less than a month to go in the semester. That meant a term paper, and the final exam. It did represent a combined 60% of the grade.

Theoretically there was a chance...

"Ms. Johnson I don't see how I can help you. It is too late. I'd have to check my records but you are failing quite severely. You have not been attending class other than to take the tests, and have missed several quizzes. What precisely do you expect me to do?"

We had been walking the whole time and finally reached my office. I sat down and scowled at her from across my desk.

"Please Professor Jaz, I need your help. I don't know what to do. I failed Chem. class already, My parents won't continue to pay if my grades drop below a B-. I can't fail Creative Writing. I'll do anything. Special projects, extra assignments. Just help me...pleasse," she said as she whined, and begged, and dripped her tears on my floor. I remember getting very hot, and itchy as the plan came to me. She'd do anything?!! I could have this girl against her will but with her consent! I had to be careful, I did not want to expose myself, or scare her off.

"Ms. Johnson, stop crying. I hate to see a pretty young woman in tears(Sigh). I'll try to help you, but I need to give it some thought. You will have to work around my schedule. Here is my address. Meet me at my apt at 10pm."

"Oh thank you Professor Jaz, I can't believe this, thank you," she squealed as she gave me an impulsive hug.

The tips of her nipples mashed into me, and I wondered what they tasted like. Were her tits salty, or sweet? Were they fat round ones, or perky cone shaped tits that sat high and proud on her chest? I would find out soon.

I had work to do. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the Internet, and in the law library. I needed to know what the Code was in my state. I checked, Susan was 19 years old, so I was safe from statutory rape charges. Next I looked up blackmail. It was quite confusing. In essence it is a puzzle, wrapped in mystery, surrounded by an enigma. No two definitions completely agree.

In my state here is the legal definition:

"BLACKMAIL - A criminal act of extortion, malicious threatening to do injury to another to compel him to do an act against his will. Usually involves the threat to release information, often true, about the person that will defame his reputation or bring criminal actions against him. The criminality lies not in the release of the information - at least if true - but in the extortionate aspects of the threat to do so."

What I planned would be very different than this. I would not be malicious. Susan would get something she wanted out of our arrangement. It was straight Quid Pro Quo. I got what I wanted, she got what she needed. I really would help her. I certainly had no desire to "release information" about what we did together. I wanted it kept secret as much as she would.

The other legal concept I investigated was coercion.

Here is an excerpt from what I found on Coercion law: "... but only because of force or coercion in the form of intimidation and threats of bodily harm to himself or his family...intimidation or coercion must be present and immediate, and must be of such a nature that it induces a reasonable and well-founded fear of death or serious bodily injury to one's self or someone else; and there must be no reasonable opportunity to escape the coercion..."

I was not going to threaten her with bodily harm, she would have every opportunity to leave. No statutory, no blackmail, no coercion, no rape, no crime, no jail. Bottom line, Susan would make the decision--it would be her choice, every step of the way. If she said no, she was free. Free to leave, free to fail, free to accept responsibility for what she had done, free to flip burgers, or type in an office. She was free to sell her body on the street or worse sell it to her husband. No, if I read her right that was not the freedom Susan wanted. She would give herself to me, allow me to have her sweet tender young body. She just would not like it, heh. Tough shit. No it was not rape, it was BETTER.

She arrived at 10pm on the dot.

"Ding Dong Susan come in, have a seat."

"Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house." "When we are not at school how about I call you Susan, and you call me Jaz. Now then here is Roger Berkeley's first dissertation on creative thought. Why don't you read through Chapter his essay on Dissociative thought and we'll get started."

I had intentionally picked an advanced , and confusing author for Susan to review. Roger Berkley was a pompous ass who liked the sound of his own voice. His conflicting ramblings would be impossible for Susan to decipher.

It took her an hour to realize it. When she did, when she was desperate she started to cry.

"Susan, what's wrong how can I help...come here tell Jaz all about it."

More than anything else the teenager wanted comfort. She wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would be ok. She came to me as I held open my arms and held her in a fatherly embrace. I walked her to the couch and pulled her down next to me, still keeping one arm around her shoulders as I made gentle shushing sounds and stroked her hair.

"What am I going to do? I can't understand anything he is saying! I'm so stupid. My life is over, I'm going to flunk, and get kicked out of here. Oh god Jaz what am I going to do?!"

"Sigh...you are in a tough spot Susan. You have put yourself in a difficult position. I'm sympathetic to a point. I think we have to give up on you passing this course legitimately. It's just too late."

"Professor...what do you mean. Is there a way you would let me pass this course another way? I'll do anything...uh, well almost anything..." her voice trailed off.

"I said I was sympathetic, there is a reason for it. When I went for my doctorate. I almost failed. I would have but my Professor allowed me to pass. She needed a service done, and I needed a grade. We worked out a fair trade. Nobody got hurt and we were both happy with the results."

"Er, um what did you have in mind?" Susan began to realize how close she was sitting to me, how my arm wrapped around her possessively. My hand was touching the side of her left breast in an innocent, friendly manner. She was alone in a large man's house, practically sitting in his lap. For the first time she became uncomfortable. Heh, not for long.

"Susan, I'm going to tell you a secret, how you can help me. If you do, will make sure you pass my course. You can never tell anyone. If you do, you'll ruin me, and I'll destroy you. I'm...gay. The Dean of this University is a raging homophobe, and so are most of the senior faculty. If word gets out they'll find a way to fire me. Some people are already suspicious. I've been discreet, but shit, I'm 32, unmarried, and don't date. So here's the favor. I need a distraction. I need a young, attractive female to pretend that she is madly in love with me.. That we are lovers. Nothing major. A few steamy public kisses, some light petting, and slight nudity where others can see. A few love letters from you. Then a major, screaming breakup. I'll get a slap on the wrist for dating a student, but they'll all think I'm straight and will leave me alone. You will pass my class. Win/Win. Do we have a deal?"

She he was quiet for a few seconds. Then she agreed.

"Ok, then let's figure out how we are gong to make this look realistic."

First I pulled out some old student's term papers, and helped her understand them. We studied for about an hour. I gave her several to review. She had to be able to write her own, convincingly enough, so that if her grade was questioned her work would be believable. Susan was a bright girl, and she did fine. I could tell she was in a good mood. She would pass, and would not have to go home. Now it was my turn.

"Susan we have a problem. Um, I have never kissed a girl. I can't look like a gay man kissing a woman when we do it in public. I have to look like an experienced kisser. More than that--WE have to look like people who are used to kissing each other, who like it. We are going to have to practice a lot. I don't see any way we can avoid it. " She blushed prettily, but said she understood. I asked her lot's of questions about how she liked to be kissed, where I should put my hands, where to put my tongue. I pretended to be a shy, nervous, pansy. It was easy. My brother is gay. I can just imagine him, or one of is friends making out with a girl, I acted the way I thought they would act. The first time I kissed her I intentionally bumped her head. Then I missed her lips and kissed the side of her nose.

" Stop laughing at me. I'm sorry, I'm trying, I don't know what I'm doing. It's useless, I'll never pass for straight."

"Jaz it's ok, I'll teach you. We have time. We'll practice until we look convincing. " I spent the next hour sucking Susan's pretty face. Slowly I learned how to kiss. Nibbling her pouty lips, holding her close, hugging her tight as we made out. My hands played with her belly and her ribcage. She gripped my ass. I wanted her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake. Around 1am I knew we had to stop. Susan was clearly worked up. She was breathing hard and almost ready for me. Yup it was time to stop. I erased all traces of lust from my face.

"Thank you for helping Ms. Johnson, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. Why don't we meet back here tomorrow and practice some more. Here are two papers for you to study, as well as my personal lecture notes and the final exam from 3 years ago. Study them well. You will really have to learn the material. You are not just a beautiful young woman. You are an intelligent student, and I know you can do this. I'll see you tomorrow."

She kissed me quickly and hugged me tight before saying, "Thanks again Jaz, you are the best".

Over the course of the next week my evenings were very busy. Susan came over every night and we practiced being on dates. Watching movies, talking like lovers, holding hands. I purchased several gay porn mags. I left them out where she could see them. I told her that I used them so I could get hard for her. You see, to be realistic I needed to get hard after a passionate kiss. Occasionally I brushed her nipples through her clothing and grinded my cock deep in her crotch area, while kissing her. Sometimes I played with her jean covered ass, while sucking her tongue, or playing with her tits through her clothes. When things started getting too heavy I'd stop so she could study. I really did teach her the material, she would be able to pass.

I helped her write her love letters to me. She told me how much she needed me, how much she wanted me to fuck her. I made it sound like it was all one sided., that nothing had happened yet. Here is the excerpt from one: "I love you Professor Jaz. I know we can be together one day. I need you so bad. I want to give myself to you, to surrender. It drives me crazy when other women look at you. I need you, you are mine. One day you will admit that to yourself. One day you will make me your wife. I dream about you every night. How it will feel when I am pinned beneath you. When your strong hands cup and caress me, mold my flesh. Fuck me Jaz, please god fuck me! I am your property, and I need to be thickly fucked by you. I will be so good master, I will obey you. Please just give me a chance. Sincerely, Your little slave, Susie". She was quite embarrassed by the letter but agreed to sign it, doused it in her perfume, and lipstick kissed it.

It was time.

Susan still did not understand what I had planned for her. You see I did not want to simply kiss her, play with her ass, and fondle her tits. Thrrough her clothes I wanted to RAPE HER!!

She had no clue what I was setting her up for. Remember, I'm not gay and nobody on campus thought I was. That was all a lie. I needed to convince people that Susan was an obsessed stalker, who had fixated on me. I took Susan's letter to a few of my friends. co-Professors, and Sr. faculty. I told them all how I was shocked and very upset about the wild crush one of my students had on me. I did not want to ruin the poor girl but I needed to protect myself. I went to these people in confidence and asked them not to tell anyone. I was careful not to give Susan's last name. I wanted people to know I had a sex slut student, who was obsessed with me. If it ever got out I wanted my version of events to be the only one that counted.

I instructed Susan to meet me at my office, at 4pm. She didn't know it but I had scheduled several of my students to meet me there that afternoon to help them with their term paper. They were all gathered in the hallway, waiting for me to come out, when Susan knocked on the door demanding to see me.

"Jaz, please let me in, I love you. I need to talk with you, I missed you so much. I'm so horny, I need you inside of me. Pleassse! " She said in a loud tone that could be heard in the hallway, as she closed the door behind her.

I came around the desk to meet her and began kissing her wildly. I opened her blouse and fondled her tits roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her bra, the way I knew she liked it. She had become used to my touch, craved it on some level. The public display excited her, and it only took a few seconds to get her visibly hot. I pressed her up against the door sucking her bottom lip and thrusting my crotch into her skirt while playing with her juicy ass.

Then I opened the door, so everyone could see us.

" Ms Johnson, please let me go. Stop touching me this instant. I am your teacher, control yourself. As I've told you before there can be nothing between us. It would be unethical. Button your shirt and never, bother me again. Are we clear! " I said as I thrust her away from me. Susan was stunned, completely surprised. She burst into tears, with a dazed look on her face.

It looked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female students went to console her. A glance at the crowd around her and we both knew the rumor would spread quickly. She wanted me, and I refused her. Perfect!

Susan did not call me that night. The next day was the final exam. She came to class and barely looked my way. All around her people were whispering. She seemed focused on the task ahead and blocked them out. Susan did an amazing job. She earned an 81.For a student who had missed most of the year that was incredible, our study sessions had paid off.

I gave her a 73.

She was not happy. That night she pounded on my door. She had clearly been crying but now she was just angry.

"Why did you treat me that way yesterday. You made me look like a total slut, a whore. Then you give me this bull shit score. How could you do that, a 73, that does me no good. I'm still going to fail!"

"Susan, our agreement was very clear. I needed people to believe I'm straight. I also need to keep my job. I can't have them thinking we are really lovers. Especially if I am going to give you a passing grade that you don't deserve. We would have been under a microscope if people knew I loved you. This way I get what I want, and so do you, with no risk to either one of us. I said I would help you pass the course. I will honey. You need a 91 on your term paper to receive a 69 for the year. You will get it. I promise."

"B,bbut I don't just want to scrape by with a D, I need at least a B," she whined.

"Susan, you've got to be kidding me, that was not our agreement. You'd be exposing us both to extreme risk. For an F- student to suddenly get As and Bs on the Final and Term Paper is unheard of. Why would I risk it?"

Here was the tricky part. I needed her to make the offer, to come up with the suggestion. It needed it to be her idea.

"Well, maybe we could work out another deal...?"

I pretended to think about it for a long time. I knew exactly what I wanted. I decided to go for it.

"Susan...I have to admit, our kissing practice has sometimes left me a little horny. I know I'm gay, and you are a woman but sometimes...I , well I guess I'm a little curious. What does a nude, aroused beautiful woman look like. I'm an amateur photographer. It occurred to me that I'd enjoy posing you. Seeing you naked, wet, and spread wide open. I've never wanted to see a woman that way before but I want to see you like that. I want you on film. If you let me, I will change your scores to get you a B. So do we have a deal?" She was quiet and shaking.

"I'll do it, but nobody can ever find out. I mean these have to be private, ok?" I opened my arms and she came to me. I held my little girl tight and began kissing her hard. I played with her more aggressively than I ever had before. Slowly I opened her blouse.


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