by Kelsie Spits
“There is no point in running all over this building any longer either,” Whittle said. “I’m going to report you two by name to campus security, so you will probably be expelled. Now get out.”
Jessica walked away from the door and held her hands up at Dr. Whittle. “Please, Professor, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
He took a step back away from her. “What could you possibly do for me in this state of undress that would be of any use to me?”
Jessica dropped to her knees in front of him and unbuttoned the front of his pants. Both Whittle and Eric stared with their mouths open. Jessica opened her mouth and took all of Whittle’s cock between her lips at once. She cupped his balls and started working her mouth up and down his length as he grew hard on her tongue and between her lips. As he grew rigid, she increased her speed and he threw his head back looking at the ceiling of his office.
Eric knew what Whittle was experiencing right now and he was jealous.
Whittle pulled her up to her feet and bent her over the desk. She spread her arms out and swept his books and papers into the floor.
“You make quite a mess of things, don’t you?” Whittle asked.
Jessica rode back against his cock as Whittle pumped in and out of her and she said, “I make it worth it though.”
Whittle said, “Eric, get over here. I want your assistance, please.”
Whittle pulled out and sat down on the edge of the desk. He pulled Jessica up into his lap and she straddled him guiding his fat cock back into her pussy. She bounced her ass riding up and down his pole spreading her cheeks and his balls every time she smacked back down into his lap with the professor’s cock buried inside her.
“Eric,” Whittle said, “did I not give you an instruction?”
Eric cleared his throat as he stood close enough to the action to see Jessica’s pussy folding in as she plowed downward and gripping Whittle’s cock as she rose back off him. God, he missed being inside her. “Ugh … sir, what do you want me to do?”
“Find a hole and fill it, Eric. You need to take more initiative with your education.”
Eric stroked his hard cock in his hand as he moved up behind Jessica’s ass. He took hold of one of her hips from behind as Whittle pawed at Jessica’s breasts smacking the professor in the face with her tits as she fucked him.
She paused on a down thrust with her ass spread on Whittle’s lap. “Give it to me, Eric. I want you both inside me.”
Eric pressed his cock against her tight ass and slid halfway in. He paused and took several deep breaths. “Oh, wow.”
“All the way in, Eric. Fill my holes. Do it to me.”
He thrust forward and slapped against her ass. Jessica ground her hips around in circles twisting against the two cocks inside her. All three of them started moaning. Whittle clutched Jessica’s tits and started ramming up into her from the edge of the desk bouncing her with the motion. Eric felt it all with his cock buried deep in her ass. Jessica’s muscles tightened with the fucking she was taking and Eric shook with the tight grip on his cock.
He pulled out a few inches and drove back in. Jessica grunted as Whittle pounded into her harder and faster shaking her whole body. Eric drew out a little further and smacked back against her ass again.
She breathed. “Feels so fucking good.”
Eric took hold of both her hips holding his thumbs over the cheeks of her ass feeling them pulse with the pounding the professor was giving her from underneath. Eric took long strokes feeling the drag and pull of each thrust over the full length of his cock. His motion and impacts increased until his speed matched Whittle and Jessica gave one continuous scream after another with each gasping breath between.
The lock to the office jiggled and Eric heard keys even over Jessica’s screams. The door flung open and Officer Shoal stared in at the action. He dropped his flashlight in the hallway with a thump.
Dr. Whittle shouted. “In or out, Shoal. We’re busy here.”
Officer Shoal stepped in and closed the door. Eric kept pounding into Jessica just like Whittle because he didn’t know what else to do in that moment.
Shoal threw his hands up in the air. “What is all this?”
Whittle said, “Student advisory.”
“Whittle?”
“They are working off a punishment. Either join in, take a seat to watch, or get out, Shoal.” Whittle ended his statement by taking a moment to suck on both of Jessica’s nipples at once.
Shoal rubbed his big belly and scratched at his head. “Well … ugh … I don’t know. Can she hold it down? People are upset about all the disruption and damage. She needs to get quiet before someone else complains.”
Whittle popped Jessica’s tits out of his mouth. “Well, stick something in her mouth to keep her quiet, Shoal.”
Shoal walked up to the desk and unbuckled his pants. They fell down around his ankles. His dick was hard, but tiny. Whittle laughed and shook his head. He pushed Jessica’s head sideways and down. She took the hint. She leaned her elbows on the desk and took Shoal’s prick into her mouth with ease. As she sucked and licked, she stuck her tongue out and licked around his balls for good measure.
Whittle drove up into her pussy still with her twisted sideways on his lap. Eric gripped her hips and ass cheeks to keep his angle as he pounded her ass as fast and hard as he could.
Officer Shoal let out a high moan and his flabby ass cheeks tightened. Jessica slowed her pace as she sucked and Eric saw her throat move in a swallowing motion over and over. A little dribble of white cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She pulled off of his dick and licked around the head over and over cleaning away every splurt.
She sat back up arching her back so that her tits looked glorious. She opened her mouth and showed Shoal the cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed before showing him a clean tongue again.
Shoal stumbled back and dropped bare assed into one of Whittle’s office chairs.
Dr. Whittle pulled out and stood up in front of Jessica standing on his own desk. He stroked himself hard as Jessica kissed and licked around the tip of his cock to coax him to finishing. Eric watched as he continued to work her ass from behind.
Whittle blasted too shots of cum into her mouth before aiming down and finishing squirt after squirt on her glistening tits. He stepped off the desk and sat back in his own chair. Jessica licked his cum off her lips, but left her tits coated with it.
She held onto the desk and arched her back to give Eric all the access he needed to her ass. His rhythm changed and he pulled out. Before he could even stroke himself, he came hard shooting against her ass cheeks until it ran down her legs.
Dr. Whittle smiled and nodded. “I’ll see you two at the next class session and I assume that Officer Shoal considers this all one big, unsolved mystery. Right?”
Shoal blinked and said, “Yeah, no idea what happened.”
Jessica pulled her shirt down over her cum-covered tits. She slid her shirt back down over her sticky ass. “Well, let’s go, Eric. We need to take showers and I need another shirt. Mine always gets messy with you.”
Eric zipped up and held her hand as they left Dr. Whittle’s office.
Eric said, “What color were your panties anyway?”
Officer Shoal called from the open office. “Red. I found them and I’m keeping them for evidence.”
Jessica stuck out her tongue and made a face. They both laughed as they walked out hand in hand toward where they had left their books.
The END
Story 8
Class is in Session…
Matilda put her nervous hand to the gold framed door handle. The building was completely dark but for the slivers of moonlight entering through a glass paneled wall on one side of the massive foyer. She peaked her head out through the door of a rarely used store room, into the vast, open expanse. The place had been meticulously cleaned and the final employees at the university had clocked off for the night, as the clock crept past elev
en. She opened the door of the store room and inched forwards, carefully checking all around her as she moved. She caught her reflection in a long, deformed mirror which the university was attempting to pass off as art. She jumped momentarily as she thought she had been caught, before she returned to her senses and realized it was just the uniquely beautiful final year student she had always known. She looked herself up and down and cursed herself for stooping so low.
To look at, one would never believe she would commit the deceitful crime that she had been planning in her head for weeks. She was tall and slim. Her long black hair hung straight, half way down her back. Her eyes were also dark, as was her complexion. She took great pride in her appearance, epitomized by the lengths she would spend applying and altering her expensive make up until she was completely satisfied. As anyone at the university would testify, it was time well spent. To compliment her perfectly tended to physical characteristics, Matilda always dressed as though she had somewhere important to go. While most of the other students at the university would attend their lectures in just any old pair of jeans and a common tee shirt, Matilda always looked as though she was attending some sort of a formal function. As she looked at her reflection, she half turned to the side to admire her perfect figure in her extravagant, figure hugging black dress. Although she was the one girl every boy in the university dreamed of getting with, none had ever even come close. Despite her constant need to be noticed and to have every boy who looked at her drooling uncontrollably, Matilda was completely introverted. This was in no small part, brought about by her Indian father, a man who was consumed by his work as a doctor.
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“Under no circumstances is any daughter of mine going away, attending these parties that are all over the news. No way. I have given you a chance to attend one of the most highly acclaimed universities in the country so that you may one day follow in my footsteps. I expect you to achieve the top grades possible and you can’t do this if you start to associate with some of the other low-lives out there. I am trusting you with this my darling.”
Her father’s words rang loud and clear in her head for years as she meticulously completed every assignment and exam to the best of her ability, adhering to her father’s debilitating criteria. Recently, however, things had all become too much for her. Between the crippling work load of a final year medical student, her obsessive need to impress everyone with her appearance and the utter loneliness of refusing to interact with any of her peers at the university, she had become overburdened in her quest to adhere to her father’s demands. Now, here she was on the eve of her final examination, attempting to break into her professor’s office, in search for the paper she saw him lock in his top drawer that day.
Her heels snapped against the polished tiles as she made her way through the large foyer of the university building, towards the marble, spiraled stair case that she would traverse to the third floor. She attempted to step quietly, but the sounds of her heels against the marble echoed loudly around the open space. She turned right at the top of the stair case and made her way down a dark hallway. Poorly chosen paintings hung between each door of the renowned professors’ and lecturers’ offices of the university. She reached the top of the corridor, which turned right and began to narrow. She paused at the turn and looked behind her, consumed with an unnerving feeling that somebody was following her. There was nobody there. Finally, she reached the office that she had spent an hour in that day, hopelessly crying to her professor that she needed more time in order to be prepared for the exam that would ultimately define her future.
She tentatively placed a delicate, manicured hand on the cold steel of the door handle and paused for a moment, inhaling deeply. Although she had been planning this for weeks in advance, for the first time she felt everything that she stood for flash before her eyes. She thought about whether or not she would be able to live with herself if she followed through with this cunning and immoral deed or whether she would rather flunk the most important exam of her life and maintain her sense of dignity. It was her father’s voice rattling through her brain that involuntarily forced the door handle down until it clicked. Having left it unlocked, the professor’s door eased open as Matilda felt a draft of air from inside the room hit her in the face. She again thought deeply about what she was about to do as she held the door slightly ajar.
She exhaled sharply as she edged into the dark office. It was bland, with cream carpeted walls fixed to a cream carpeted floor and a white ceiling. She squinted her eyes and held her hands out in front of her as she slowly made her way towards the professor’s desk. She stopped in her tracks as her knee collided with the sharp edge of the desk, through the soft fabric of her seductive black desk. She reached into the pocket of the skimpy black jacket that just did enough to cover her shoulders and upper back, searching for her cell phone. She shone its light around the room, taking in her surroundings for the second time that day.
Professor Cooper had always kept his office in pristine condition, ever since Matilda had known him. She liked to come up with different excuses just so she could visit him here and breathe in his delectable scent. She would sit by his desk, asking questions, the answers to which she already knew, as his gentle and caring smile captivated her. She did not want to imagine what he would think of her if he ever found out about what she was about to do.
She slid down the side of the desk to where the papers were kept in his drawer. She reached out a nervous hand and placed it on the handle. It didn’t budge. But she didn’t worry, she knew this office better than she knew her own home at this stage. On more than one occasion she had seen Cooper place the tiny metal key of his private drawer on top of the tall cabinet of files that was stored in the corner. Matilda wheeled the professor’s chair across the room and parked it carefully in front of the cabinet. She removed her heels before climbing onto it and reaching up to the top of the cold surface. She ran her hand across it until she felt the small metal piece graze against her soft fingers. She grabbed it with her hand, drawing it in to her before blowing some dust from her freshly painted finger nails.
She fumbled with the key, shakily fixing it into its place before turning it stiffly. She opened it and started at the brown envelope, the only thing between her and the grade she so desperately wanted. The grade she so desperately needed. She reached into the drawer with both hands, lifting it from its confined space and carefully unfolding the unsealed envelope. She drew the crisp white paper out and placed it flat on the desk, examining it carefully. She snapped some pictures of the document on her phone as she turned each page.
She was awoken from her methodical state of concentration by the sound of footsteps from outside the hall. Instinctively, she fell to her knees behind the desk, trying to remain as silent as possible. She held her breath completely as she could not control its intensity as she heard the footsteps drawing closer and closer. She peaked over the surface of the desk, ensuring that she had closed the door of the office behind her when she had entered, praying that it was anybody else that had just forgotten something and would not be drawn to the open door. But the footsteps continued until Matilda knew that they were coming from right outside Cooper’s door. She held her breathe paralyzed with fear as her future hung in the balance. If she was caught she would surely be expelled from the university and all her hard work would have been for nothing.
“So, what do you think? Am I expecting too much from you guys or is it a fair test?”
Matilda’s heart sank. Professor Cooper stood at the entrance of the office with his hands on his hips. Having been a lecturer at the university for over ten years now, Matilda assumed that he must have been about forty years old. His appearance said otherwise though. He was tall and slim, with brown hair cut shorter at the sides than on top. A perfect amount of stubble and a baby face made him look like he was closer to twenty years of age than the forty years which Matilda gave him. He was still wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when she was in his of
fice earlier that day. A blue and white horizontally striped shirt and a pair of tight, dark grey pants that half covered his tan dress shoes. Like Matilda, he carried a very sallow complexion with large dark eyes. She looked back at him, unable to form any words in answer to his probing question or in her defense.
Without warning he advanced towards her as she stood, glued to the floor, paralyzed with shock. He picked up the paper from his desk, patted it back into line with his firm, masculine hands and dropped it back into the envelope. He slowly licked the seal and carefully rubbed it shut, never breaking eye contact with Matilda. Still yet to speak, she moved around to the other side of the desk as she saw the anger in Professor Cooper’s eyes.
“What are we going to do with you then?” he asked with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Matilda stayed standing in stunned silence as for the first time in her life, standing in this office, her words continued to evade her.
“I asked you a question, Matilda. You were big enough to break into my office and tamper with a locked drawer in order to gain access to classified material. Please be big enough to answer me this one simple question.”
