He thought he was special, Mr. Walter Lowman; I told you I’d expose you, you little dick shrimp! A professor at some hoity-toity University, and his alumni didn’t save him from getting my little rape fantasy acted out on him. The girls in his classes had told me he’d been forcing himself on them, so I gathered up as many as I could. We were going to take our revenge on that dirty perverted professor, and give him a taste of his very nasty medicine. See, that nasty old man seemed to think he could forcibly violate his female students, but brag about how they threw themselves at him and how much he made them cum. We all knew the truth.
We waited for him, late one night, outside of his office. His wife was with us. We wanted her to witness his humiliation and undoing. I coaxed him, with a flash of my leg, to help me with my bags over to my car. It was parked in the dark corner. “You should really watch out for predators.” He whistled at me. That was when I gave the signal, and all the women rushed out. Spotlights were thrown on him, and the cameras started rolling as we cut his pants off and showed the whole campus his tiny, shriveled cock. Everyone laughed, including his wife, and then the real fun started; the beginning of my violent ass rape fantasy! The girls strapped my strap-on onto me real tight, and I forced it into his “eloquent” mouth.
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