Tales of Alpha House, Part Three: Margaret and the Professor
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A foolish professor gives an Alpha a bad grade in an attempt to seduce her.  Big mistake!


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"Thank you for agreeing to see me, Professor White."

"It's my pleasure, Miss Wilcox." Margaret Wilcox smiled knowingly. She knew it
was his pleasure to meet with her in his home office rather than the office
the university provided him. "What is it I can do for you?"

"It's about my grade on my last short story. You gave me a C." As she said
this, Margaret crossed her legs - and they were very long and pretty legs -
making sure to let her short skirt ride up to show even more of her lovely
thigh. Professor White visibly sat up straighter in his chair. He was taking
the bait. Margret was willing to bet that at least one part of his body was
also sitting up straighter.

"I gave you a C, Miss Wilcox, or your story was C material?" That was the rub.
Margaret Wilcox was one of Professor Arno White's creative writing students.
When it came to grading creative writing, it was all subjective. One person's
masterpiece was another person's trash. She couldn't prove that her story
deserved an A. However, Professor White had given Margaret A's on all of her
previous efforts.

"But you've given me A's on all my previous efforts," she said, "What's so
different about this story?"

"You know, Miss Wilcox, all writers experience fluctuations in the quality of
their writing. They can't all be masterpieces."

"You've never written a flop," she pointed out. It's true. Arno White was a
multiple best-selling author as well as a creative writing professor. He also
had a couple of secrets. One secret was that he'd long ago, for the most part,
stopped writing his own novels. He still came up with some of his own ideas,
but he turned most of the actual writing over to his more promising writing
students. In return, they got co-writing credit and a small percent of the
profit.

It wasn't a terrible deal for his young co-writers since Arno White's name on
a book jacket more-or-less guaranteed best-seller status. It seems that in the
field of literature nothing succeeds quite like success. So, a young writer
just starting out gets credit for co-writing a best-seller which is a good
start to a writing career, and Professor White gets the lion's share of the
money for essentially editing and another best-seller to his name.

His other little secret was that he had a habit of seducing his most
attractive female students. He would manufacture some reason why they would
want to meet with him like giving them a bad grade that they didn't deserve on
a writing assignment. Then he would come up with some reason why they had to
meet at his home rather than at his campus office. Once he got them there, the
seduction part usually came pretty easy.

Arno White had a lot going for him when it came to seducing hero-worshipping
college girls. He was a famous writer which was something many of them aspired
to be. He had a nice, well-kept house - exactly the kind of house you'd expect
a best-selling author to have. His office was filled with writing awards ands
photos of him with other famous people like other well-known writers, famous
actors who'd starred in the movies made from his books and even nationally
prominent political figures like governors, senators and a couple of
presidents. He even had a picture of himself with Oprah.

It helped that Arno, who was in his early forties, was quite handsome in an
intellectual literary sort of way. When he met with the students he planned on
seducing, he always wore a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows. He always
had a freshly lit pipe resting on his ginormous and solid looking antique
writing desk. He always had classic romance novels such as *Anna Karenina*,
*Pride and Prejudice* and *Wuthering Heights* piled up on one of the corners
of his desk. In other words, his home office was a perfect babe lair for a
certain type of well-read, romantic college girl.

Then there was the fact that the great, or if not great, certainly popular,
writer was taking a special interest in little old her. It was almost
impossible to resist for most of the young women who fell into his web. Once
he had them, he would generally "mentor" them for a semester or two while
fucking the living daylights out of them at every opportunity before sending
them on their way.

There was one thing, however, he never combined his two little secrets. He
never mixed one of the attractive female students he was "mentoring" with the
talented students he "coauthored" books with. He was smart enough to know that
it would be dangerous to combine the two kinds of students he was using in
different ways. In general, the students he used as "coauthors" ended up much
more satisfied with their association with Arno than the students he
"mentored".

When it came to which young women he seduced, Arno had a definite type. He
favored the tall, cool, elegant type. He liked for them to be slender and
athletic looking, but he also preferred it if they looked like they'd never
perspired let alone sweat in their entire lives. He liked women with pretty,
intelligent looking faces. He liked the idea that they could carry on an
intelligent conversation at a faculty cocktail party but then fill their
pretty mouths with his dick and swallow every drop of his cum later that night
in his bed (or on top of his antique writer's desk).

He sometimes described his ideal sex partner as "a taller, young Grace Kelly
with enormous ta-ta's". Of all the students he'd fucked over the years that
fit this type, none had fit it quite like Margaret Wilcox. She fit this type
even better than the taller, young grace Kelly with enormous ta-ta's on his
dreams.

She was just over six feet tall, with the slender, athletic body of an
aerobics instructor in absolute peak condition. She had striking mid-length
auburn hair. Her legs were long, her waist was trim and her butt was tight.
She had full lips, high cheekbones, and remarkable green eyes that seemed to
look right into a person's soul. Her striking face made her seem aloof and
almost unattainable which, of course, would make it all the more pleasing when
she later wrapped her lips around his cock.

As for her ta-ta's Margaret's breasts were far more than ample. On some women,
her breast might have seemed oversized in proportion to the rest of her body.
However, Margaret carried herself with such natural poise that her very large
breast looked perfect on her. The professor found himself obsessing over the
thought of having his lips and tongue all over them and his cock between them.

Professor White wanted Margaret more than he had ever wanted another student,
and this presented a bit of a problem because she was also far and away the
most talented writing student he'd ever had. He knew that he could "coauthor"
a massive bestseller with her and make a giant pile of money. He found himself
forced to choose between a huge mound of cash or Margaret's two huge mounds of
feminine flesh. In the end he decided that he already had

a huge mound of cash.

He figured that she would be as easy to seduce as all the previous beautiful
coeds. He didn't realize that she had other qualities besides her incredible
beauty that made her special.

When Margaret received her latest story back and saw she had received a C, she
was baffled. She knew that this story was the best she'd written so far.
That's how she ended up meeting with Professor White in his home office.

"It's true that I've never written a flop," said Professor White, "But I've
been at this a long time. You're only just beginning."

Margaret smiled sweetly - seductively? - and leaned over the desk. Her huge
boobs practically spilled out of the front of her blouse which had the first
few buttons open. Arno knew that the time was right to make his move, and
Margaret gave him the perfect opening when she said, "Maybe it would help if
you explained what my latest story lacked that my previous stories had."

"I'm glad you asked me that. The thing that I found lacking in this story was
a lack of passion. Your earlier stories were overflowing with passion." In
reality, the professor was concentrating so much on Margaret's overflowing
cleavage that it was all he could do to form coherent sentences.

Margaret licked her lips. "But, Professor White, I'm simply oozing with
passion."

"I know you are," the professor responded enthusiastically, "That's why this
story disappointed me so."

Margaret reached up and unbuttoned two more buttons which caused her tits to
spill out even more and revealed the top half of her sexy red lace bra. "Let's
cut to the chase, Professor." She ripped her blouse off and threw it to the
floor. Her huge breasts nearly fell out of her sexy bra. "This is what you
really want, isn't it?"

Professor White's mouth went dry. He'd pulled off similar seductions dozens of
times, but no student had stirred his passion the way Margaret Wilcox had. His
dick was instantly hard. For the first time, he even had the fleeting thought
that he could possibly settle down and marry this woman.

"Yes," he managed to choke out.

"But just to be clear, the deal is, I let you worship my big tits, and you
change my grade to an A?"

"What ... what do you mean by worship?" For the first time in one of these
encounters, the Professor didn't feel in complete control.

"I mean you get to lick and suck and fondle and kiss my huge tits to your
heart's delight, and in return you change my grade to an A," she responded in
a very businesslike fashion.

"You make it sound so ... so quid pro quo," the professor said.

That was it. Something in Margaret snapped. From a standing start she jumped
up on the desk. She reached down and grabbed the professor by the collar with
one hand and swept him in one smooth motion off the floor. She pulled his face
to within a few inches of her. Holding him aloft effortlessly with one hand
she said through gritted teeth. "I have a counter offer; give me the grade I
deserve, and I won't beat the shit out of you!"

"N-n-n-now s-s-see h-h-h-here -"

"NO! You see here, sleeze; you picked the wrong woman to try to take advantage
of. You picked an Alpha Woman this time."

"P-p-please ... ." He begged.

"You want me to put you down?" she asked. The terrified professor nodded his
head with panicked urgency. Margaret lightly tossed him into his padded chair.
She jumped back down to the other side of the desk and explained, "I know all
about your habit of luring female students to your house and getting them to
fuck you by promising them a better grade or implying that you'll help them
with their writing careers."

"How did you know?"

"I'm a writer," she replied, "I did my research. But I'm telling you, that all
stops NOW!" As she said these last four words, she punctuated each word by
poking her right index finger on his solid oak antique writer's desk. The
finger poke that accompanied "NOW!" was delivered with such force that the
desk shattered and collapsed in on itself.

"Now ... now see here, you c-c-can't come into my home and -"

"I can't?" she interrupted. She went over to one of the fine $1,800 wooden
filing cabinets he had in his office, effortlessly lifted it over her head and
gave it a squeeze. She didn't put a lot of effort into her squeeze, but the
cabinet shattered into a thousand splinters and the files inside exploded
upward and then throughout the room.

"What were you about to say?" he asked. When he didn't respond right away, she
suggested, "Were you going to say 'Yes, Miss Wilcox; whatever you say, Miss
Wilcox?'"

"Yes," he responded.

Margaret folded her arms squeezing her tantalizing tits together. She smiled
triumphantly and said, "Then go ahead and say it."

"Yes, Miss Wilcox; whatever you say, Miss Wilcox."

"Just to be sure, I'm going to go to the university trustees and have a little
talk with them. I know that they've been turning a blind eye to your little
extracurricular activities because of the prestige and alumni money you bring
to the university. I'm going to put a stop to that. I trust that you agree
that I can be very persuasive.

Arno White knew that she meant what she said. He knew that his days of taking
advantage of his attractive female students were over for good.

"By the way, Arno, this was all so unnecessary. I've had a crush on you since
the start of the semester. You're good looking, and I've always had a thing
for older men. If you had just asked me out and not been so sleezy about it,
I'm sure that by now I'd be giving you midair blowjobs and titty fucks on a
regular basis."

"Does that mean ... ?"

"No, you blew it, and not in a good way" she said. "I guess I'll just have to
be satisfied with the cock I'm already getting from my abnormal psych and my
art history professors."

Then Margaret had one more little bombshell for Professor White. "On Monday
we're going to start on our new novel."

"We?" asked the professor.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to be the collaborator on your next novel." For
the next few months, Margaret and Professor Arno got together several times a
week to work on their joint novel. Margaret insisted that the professor did
his fair share of the work. Professor White was required to address Margaret
as "Miss White" while she addressed him as "Arnie".

Margaret delighted in dressing in lowcut blouses that showed off her
spectacular breasts, or tight short shorts that showed off her amazing ass and
legs or tops with bare midriffs that put her ripped abs on display. If she
REALLY wanted to torture him, she regaled his with stories of how her abnormal
psych professor's cum splattered the ceiling after she held him in the air
with her strong arms and fucked him with her gravity defying tits or how she
drained her art history professor's balls of every drop of cum with her
amazing mouth.

She loved to tell him about how she made her lovers grovel and worship at her
feet knowing that Arnie would give the profits from his last ten bestsellers
just to be allowed to watch her dominate and subjugate them. He wished with
all his heart that he had been allowed to worship at her feet as well. When he
worked up the courage to tell her this, she told him, "You would have been if
you hadn't been such a dumbass."

Their joint novel, MY STUDENT/MY MASTER, spent three years on the New York
Times bestseller list. Margaret kept ninety percent of the profits. It was the
last thing Arno White ever wrote. It seems that he'd fallen hopelessly in love
with Margaret. Her combination of beauty, talent, confidence and super
strength made it impossible for him not to far in love with her. Without her
in his life, he lost the inspiration to even pretend to write. He spent the
rest of his sad and lonely days pining for her and what could have been.

Margaret, on the other hand, went on to a very successful writing career. She
eventually moved in with both her former professors/lovers and the three of
them lived happily as a threesome for many years. In her own way, Margaret was
a very faithful girlfriend.

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