Tracey's Fetish

Tracey’s Fetish

Tracey Poller had been away from her small hometown for a long time…not as long as she would have preferred, but much too long as far as her family and old friends there saw it. The simple small-town girl who had grown up on the outskirts of Boone, Iowa, just northwest of Des Moines had fled what she had seen as a dead-end life for herself as an adolescent way back when. The small farm her folks ran was sere and peaceful enough, for sure, and despite the growing trends of mega-farm corporations trying to gobble up every small, independent operation in sight, her Mom and Dad had managed to operate the acreage just as it had been run for several generations of Pollers.

It was a mostly agricultural setup for corn, wheat, and some alfalfa but it was the small population of farm animals her father had kept around that was the only thing that had made her days as a young girl tolerable. She had never had even a slight degree of interest in staying in Boone once she was old enough to escape, unlike her three brothers who had been destined to take over the family business once her father grew too old to manage on his own. Brandon, Matthew, and Philip had no aspirations for education beyond high school as they were all primed to work on the family farm following graduation.

But Tracey had other ideas. The mere thought of living out her days in Boone flipping burgers at Jimmy’s Hamburger Haven, or stocking shelves at one of the nearby big-box stores, or as a clerk over at the Food Palace made her ill. And it was with this in mind that she did everything in her power to set herself on a path that would extend far beyond Boone. She pushed herself academically and low and behold she was awarded a scholarship as a high school senior to attend the University of Iowa over in Iowa City. Granted it was not the big lights and non-stop excitement that Tracey had dreamed of from an early age, but the 2-hour distance from Boone was a start she supposed.

When she left Boone to begin college, Tracey had no idea what she would pursue but as it turned out she never finished school, so it was not a major issue in the end. Tracey got involved with one of her university professors when her grades began to slip in one of the science classes that she was required to complete for her degree. She never imagined that she might stoop so low when she had set off for school but there was no way, she knew, that she would ever survive the course without another approach. She began slowly to seduce the middle-aged lecturer, Simon Fielding, as she sat in the front row of his class wearing extra-short skirts and tops that either left him no way to miss her significant cleavage or were so tight the strain of the fabric on her breasts put her nipples on prominent display.

Dr. Fielding, she knew, had noticed her right away, but all the same, she kept ramping up her efforts as the days went by and the end of the class was approaching and she would need a passing grade. She took to forgoing her panties and leaving her thighs open just enough to give him a full view of her while smiling flirtatiously at him and running her tongue over her lips as an added enticement. When she began to pick up on his long, lingering gazed her way one day during class, Tracey decided it was time to make her proposal to her teacher.

Rather than take a chance on being interrupted in an appointment made during Dr. Fielder’s regular office hours that he set aside for student concerns, Tracey made arrangements to see him well after all the usual hubbub in the building had died away and she sensed a better opportunity to make her pitch. She was not shocked when he agreed readily as Tracey had leaned by now when a guy was really interested in her. Back in Boone, she had experienced a number of short-term but highly memorable sexual encounters with the local boys that had actually given her significantly more sexual experience by the time she reached the university than most she figured.

At this point in her life, there was little she had not tried and experimented with and that trend had certainly not changed since arriving on campus. But what she had discovered along the way was that she couldn’t get sufficiently aroused and stimulated without the sharp smell of ozone in the air that accompanied and sometimes lingered following a big thunderstorm. She had no explanation for it, but back on the farm in Boone she often found herself short of breath and horny beyond belief during the summer storms that regularly passed through the area.

Sometimes she could coordinate satisfying her desires when they came over her with one of the high school boys around, but there were also those days when she was out taking care of some of the animals for her father that clouds would inexplicably gather and before she knew it the urge for sex put her into a state where she could hardly think of anything else. When that happened while she was alone, Tracey had become quite adept and skilled at pleasuring herself. Though she had to admit the feeling of a firm stiff penis in her or a warm pliable tongue making the rounds across her vagina far outweighed her own efforts.

As she reached her senior year in high school Tracey had reached the point where she had to excuse herself from class when a storm came up outside as she was afraid she would stain her clothes as she sat. All that was needed from that point on was the slight rumble of thunder and the first inklings of ozone in the air to get her wet. If she let it go unattended she eventually found that she could even orgasm without the touch of her hand or anything else…and that would hardly do while in school. To this end, Tracey had timed out her meeting with Dr. Fielding to a weather forecast. It seemed bizarre, she knew, but if she was about to trade sex for a passing grade, she wanted to take no chances.

She walked slowly down the empty corridor as her shoes echoed eerily off the walls as she approached Dr. Fielding’s office and knocked gently as she detected the faint rumble outside.

“Come in,” Fielding said.

Tracey entered, walking in a very suggestive manner as her breasts swayed slightly against the mostly-opened shirt she had on. She purposely wore no bra nor panties as she had prepared for this meeting sure that she could achieve her goal based on how he had been looking at her lately. Plus she figured leaving nothing to his imagination could not hurt. Sometimes guys needed to be struck over the head with a 2X4 to get their attention she had found out. The thunder grew outside and Tracey felt the beginnings of her wetness grow as her thighs rubbed together with the unique slimy yet sticky texture that she knew led to her most intense orgasms.

She came closer, smiling as she hoped the smell of her, which she was fully aware of, was just as obvious to Dr. Fielding. The storm continued to build and Tracey was now fighting back the urge to finger herself as her pulse beat faster and that well-known itch between her legs got stronger by the second. She just had to hang on for a bit. Either he would throw her out or would be soon willing to play along. The latter would resolve her needs nicely but if she was refused then she could easily run to the hallway and masturbate unless she experienced a spontaneous orgasm before she had a chance to touch herself. In either case, Tracey figures she would soon be satisfied.

“Thanks for making some special time for me, Dr. Fielding,” Tracey said in as sexy and alluring a voice as she could muster.

She sat quietly as she put a few inches between her dripping thighs, letting her very short skirt slide up her legs. She wanted him to maybe have a quick glance at her as well as also allowing more of her musky sex to waft across to him.

“You said you had a proposal concerning your situation in class?” he asked.

Tracey smiled slightly as she could see his eyes move from her breasts, straining mightily at the shirt that was struggling to contain them to her highly visible vagina, now impossible to miss as her skirt had ridden up well past her knees.

“Yes sir,” Tracey replied playing along. “I was wondering if there was something I could do to boost my grade? I know it is a bit low and I really need to pass this class to graduate.”

“Certainly. What did you have in mind?”

Boy, he was certainly dragging this out, she thought. Maybe it was his form of foreplay.

“Well…” Tracey said, “I thought maybe you and I could make some special arrangements to help get me past this blip.”

“I am sure we can work something out,” he replied.

That was all Tracey needed to hear. She was sure he was on board with this after this playful banter.

“I’d do anything, Dr. Fielding.”

“Really? Like what?”

Tracey stood and unbuttoned the snaps on her shirt that left her breasts unclothed and tossed the flimsy top to the side. She then stepped out of the sandals she had on and dropped her shorts. She walked to him and undid his trousers as his fully erect penis sat before her. Without another hesitation, Tracey went to her knees and took him in her mouth. With great energy and vigor, she kissed and sucked at his penis, before sliding it far back into her throat and moving her head back and forth in slow, but experienced motions to try and simulate actual intercourse.

Tracy had come there primarily to trade perhaps a blow job for a passing grade, but as she slid his member in and out of her mouth, taking special care to use her tongue and lips on the head for extra stimulation, she was finding herself oddly attracted to the man. He was older, but not nearly as old as her own father. But the man was also very good-looking…not Hollywood dashing but enough to make Tracey find him desirable. In addition, she was way more well-endowed than any boy she had bedded either in Boone or here on campus. The lull in the storm outside had quelled her own desires but as he came closer and closer to coming Tracey felt her own body respond in kind.

She sucked greedily as he came in her mouth and her nipples went rock hard as her inner thighs once again began to grow wet after a brief respite. Tracey withdrew from him following his orgasm and just knelt before him and smiled.

“Very nice, Miss Poller,” Fielding said as he stood and helped her to her feet.

“My pleasure, Dr. Fielding. Do we have a deal then?”

“I suppose…but maybe a little more might help get that grade closer to an A. I am sure you could always use some extra help with your GPA, right?”

Tracey smiled as he removed his shirt and kicked away his pants as well.

“OK…whatever you say…”

He looked down at her legs and saw long lines of wetness running from her crotch to her ankles.

“Looks like you’ve got a problem there, Miss Poller.”

She looked as well as she had somehow not felt the rivulets trickling down her skin.

“Let’s see if we can’t remedy that.”

And before Tracey knew it, he had her on the floor of his office and was sliding his overly large penis into her. She gasped as it first entered her but when the full extent of it fill her, Tracey grasped to him as if for life itself. She gasped and moaned with each thrust, digging her nails into his back. It was like an experience she had never had and for a moment all that was there for her was the feeling of total joy and satisfaction as he made her come over and over. Tracey had had experienced tinges of multiple orgasms before, but nothing like this.

It was like this massive tremor or electricity shooting through her over and over. She screamed with pleasure and thrashed under his lean, muscular body as he made anything she had experienced from a thunderstorm seem trivial in comparison. Finally, she could feel him ejaculate into her and they collapsed together on the thick carpet of his office. He kissed her on the mouth and then on each nipple playfully stretching each fleshy projection away with his teeth as Tracey lay back and gasped as new ripples of pleasure seemed to radiate from her breasts across her upper body. She never knew such things were possible.

They both rose to their knees, facing each other as Tracey was still shaking as he massaged her back and buttocks with his strong hands and fingers as they slid easily in the sweat on her skin. She was sure they were done, but as she felt one of his fingers slip into her anus she clung to him tightly and immediately went to her hands and knees as Fielding took her from behind. Not one of Tracey’s favorite positions for sure, but with Fielding that was soon erased. The long length and girth of his penis slid in and out of her slowly but deeply as she cried out with each successive thrust. He soon increased his speed and Tracey was overcome with yet another series of orgasms, each one somehow more stimulating and mind-blowing than the one before it. How is that possible, she thought…but it was the last conscious thought she could focus on before he withdrew and inserted himself into her anus.

She was getting sore and tired but he felt so good and was so skilled and adept that she could not stop. At one point she felt like he might actually split her in half due to his massive size, but she knew this was just her imagination gone wild. The orgasms from the anal sex were just as powerful but felt slightly different throughout her body. He finally checked in on her as she was shaking nearly uncontrollably and screaming and crying out in more sexual fulfillment than she had known was possible. But there was no way she wanted him to stop now. None of the boys she had been with had ever had this kind of stamina and staying power.

“You OK, Miss Poller?” Fielding asked as he slowed his thrusting slightly.

“Y…yes…don’t stop! More….more….harder….harder….”

He complied until she collapsed, her arms and legs no longer able to support her. He collected her in his arms and she pulled herself to his chest and kissed him with the little bit of energy she had left as he smoothed her hair back and let her recover. When she awoke, Tracey found herself on Fielding’s couch in his office, wrapped in a quilt, but he was nowhere to be found. She sat up and let the quilt drop off her shoulders and just sat for a few moments while she thought back on what had happened.

She stood tentatively and it was like she had been run over by a truck. She was fully intact, but every muscle in her body seemed to be sore and achy. She had no idea how long she and Fielding had been at it, but as she looked over she could see it dark outside. The clock on his wall said 3 AM. She stumbled and staggered to collect her clothes and was grateful that Fielding had left her a large T-shirt with a note on top as the shirt she had arrived in was shot. Her having picked something from her own closet to make her breasts almost uncovered had not survived her disrobing before she had gone down on him.

She picked up the note:

Miss Poller,

Thank you for a most enjoyable evening. I left you this shirt because yours looked pretty threadbare Part of your plan I assume? Anyway, assured that we have a deal. I will say nothing more here just to protect us both, but I am sure you will find what you wanted more than acceptable.

Dr. Frederick Fielding

Tracey folded the note and slipped it into her pocket once she put her shorts back on. The shirt was huge and fell loosely over her and she jammed her feet into her sandals and left his office locking it behind her. As she shuffled back to her dorm her muscles still cried out in discomfort but soon the pain got less and when she slipped into her bed she fell asleep right away still dressed in his shirt.

She slept late into the next morning, a Saturday, but was still sore as she arose. Tracey had thought she had had her share of adventurous sex in her lifetime, but it all paled as she sat at the coffee shop downtown and pondered what had just happened. It had been quite unexpected, but some part of her had to laugh at how the tables had gotten turned on her. She had gone to Fielding’s office after weeks of teasing and seduction toward him in the classroom figuring she would trade a quick roll in the hay for a good grade.

But Fielding had thrown a wrench into all of that. She assumed she was getting her grade, but at what cost? As she sipped at her coffee another mild storm began to brew and Tracey braced herself for her body’s automatic reaction. But as the thunder grew in intensity and jagged spikes of lightning filled the air with ozone, Tracey felt nothing. Her crotch was not growing wet, her pulse was not quickening, her unquenchable need for sex was nowhere to be found…hell…her nipples were not even stiffening…they just sat soft and still. Until her visit to see Fielding, she had been unable to get sufficiently aroused without the storms. But now? The disturbances were just weather…

Then there was the other side of the coin. Despite all that had happened and how Fielding had seemed to throw her whole plan on its head, Tracey could not stop thinking about him. Well…not so much Fielding himself, though he was a handsome, attractive man. What she could not stop thinking about was the sex with him. He had been so large and had such incredible stamina and staying power. Had he made sex for her this thing that would make her hesitant to enjoy anymore? She supposed that she would not know until she hooked up with another guy somewhere in the future. But until her body recovered some more she was in no hurry to get an answer to that one.

Was her sometime insatiable sex drive gone now? If the storms were no longer getting her hot and bothered would anything? Tracey hated to consider that this dalliance with her college professor had perhaps put a stopper on her sexual drive…she was only 19 for fuck sakes! In time she would try again with some kid on campus, she knew that to find out…there was never a shortage of guys here that she knew she could seduce easily. But what if she did and then nothing happened? Had Fielding somehow become her new fetish?

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The weekend went by and Tracey was finally able to move around with only minor discomfort. She went back to class for the last week of lectures prior to final exams, but she was on edge and anxious as she approached Dr. Fielding’s classroom late that afternoon. She took a seat up in the center of the elevated seating arena not wanting to be right in his direct line of vision and hoping to just blend in. As well she had toned down her normally revealing and overtly sexy attire for a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt. The class went quiet as Frederick Fielding entered the hall and went to the lectern. Tracey felt her pulse quicken as he entered and put his briefcase on the floor and some notes on the dais.

“A short one today, guys,” Fielding said as he stood next to the overhead projector he often used. “With finals coming up I just want to do a quick wrap up and let you know where the emphasis for the exam will fall so you can best prepare. I know that is almost unheard of these days, but I remember what being a student was like. I always wished my professors had done this.”

Tracey closed her eyes as his voice filtered out over the hall. She gripped the arms of her chair and trembled as she felt her nipples grow erect and her inner thighs begin to get damp. The longer Fielding spoke the more unsettled she got and soon she could not focus on what he was saying. All she could hear was the sound of his voice and how stimulated and aroused she was becoming. Her heart was racing and her pulse was pounding in her ears. She pulled her shirt away from her chest as she could sense her nipples pressing out prominently…the curse of her large breasts that filled the expanse of the shirt. But as she looked down at her chest she saw that she had somehow grabbed the same shirt Fielding had given her.

All that did was heighten her anxiety and make her begin to feel short of breath…like there was not enough oxygen in the room. Her crotch continued to grow wetter and wetter and she saw a light spot on her jeans where the wetness was soaking into the denim right at her vagina. It was embarrassing, but it was like Tracey could not move. Between Fielding’s voice and her reaction to it, she was having this perverse moment of an approaching orgasm. Finally, before she had a truly embarrassing display, Tracey grabbed her things and excused herself stepping over people in her rush to get out.

Her brow was damp with sweat and fat globs of perspiration were running wildly down her back and through her cleavage soaking the shirt to her skin. She could feel the crest of an orgasm rising in her body and dashed from the building just in time and hid behind a small grove of pine trees as the edge of an orgasm…or rather orgasms…were approaching her one after another as she collapsed to the ground. It was just like she was back in Fielding’s office again and instinctively she forced her hand inside her jeans and began to masturbate madly. Tracey sat and cried when it was all over. She did not know where to go or what to do, but one thing was for sure, she had to put some miles between herself and Frederick Fielding.

With that in mind, she did not attend any of her final exams and just packed up and went back to Boone with her metaphorical tail between her legs. It was her worst nightmare come true, but at least here in Boone, she had family and friends. And she would never heat Fielding’s’ rich baritone voice again…lest it launched the sexual fetish that had replaced the one she had grown up with.