by Harper West
“Oh?” I said. “What about her?”
“That girl is a total slut,” he said. “She slept with half my class, and she always showed up to work in miniskirts. She’s a tease and she could put your job in jeopardy if you turn her down. You shouldn’t work with her.”
“Really?” I had to pretend like he was talking about lunch because he was so full of shit. “I wasn’t aware that there was a policy against faculty and staff having a relationship.”
He sputtered at my answer. “Did you hear what I said?” he asked.
“I did,” I said. “And did you hear what I said?”
I fixed him with a long steady gaze, and he eventually shook his head and stalked off. I smirked and went back to my computer. Even if the things he said were true, it didn’t really matter to me. She was a free woman, and as long as she did the job and didn’t get either of us fired, I didn’t really care.
I wondered if it was true. Did she sleep with half the class? I wouldn’t blame them, frankly. If I was a young student and she was my TA, I would probably try my luck before now. But damn, it didn’t make me think poorly of her. No, it made me hard just imagining her naked and sweaty, desperate to be fucked.
Fuck. This woman was making me a mess and it was barely week one.
An hour later, there was another knock on my door. I thought it might be Professor Kennedy, with a comeback, but instead, it was one of the master’s students, Tyler Anderson. He often had his head in his books, and I wasn’t surprised to see him here this late.
“Tyler,” I said. I only knew him by sight, and by the fact that his professors said that he was the next rising star. “How can I help you?”
“Are you busy, Professor Baron?” he asked, and I noticed he took a long glance around the office as if he was looking for someone.
“No, just getting some late-night work done. What are you up to?”
“Oh, just studying,” he said, his head scanning the small storage closet to my left. “But I thought we could have a talk? I need some advice.”
“Advice?" I asked. “Of course. Have a seat.”
I wasn’t his professor, nor was I supervising any of his courses, so his asking for advice was a bit odd; but from the look on his face this was personal and not academic.
“How can I help?” I asked when he finally took a seat opposite me.
“Well,” he said. “It’s about a woman. And I know you’ll think that’s dumb, because I’m a grown man and all…. but it’s about a woman that you know, so I’m hoping that you can help me.”
“Oh?” I asked in surprise “I can do my best. Do you need ...dating advice? Who is it?”
“It’s Natalie,” he said. “Your TA. I’ve been trying to date her... for a while, and it seems things keep getting in the way.”
Date her? Or fuck her? I didn’t like either.
“Oh,” I said. “Natalie. Right. Well, I don’t know too much about her, she just started working with me.”
“I know,” he said. “It’s just... we had a date tonight, and she said that she was working for you instead.”
They had a date? Why did that make me want to tell him to get the fuck out of my office? She was out of his league and she was . . . not mine—yet—but most definitely not going to be his.
I quickly realized the actual reason he was here. He was phishing. Trying to see if she’d blown him off, or even perhaps gain my interest in her. I couldn’t fault him for being smart, albeit a bit deceptive.
“That’s correct,” I said. “I asked her to do a site visit of an office in the industry. She never got a proper internship, you see, so I used my contacts to see if she could get that experience, even just a bit.”
“Oh,” he said, in surprise “On a Friday night?”
He had that look in his eyes. The one that said, ‘I’m calling bullshit’. What did he think? That I had her under the desk or inside the closet naked and waiting? Hell, I needed to stop thinking like that or I’d end up with an aching hard on.
“It was the only time the office was…. not full of people,” I said. “So that she and the department heads could talk.”
“Oh,” he nodded. “I guess that makes senses.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“So, she didn’t blow me off,” he smiled. “I was worried about that.”
“Nope, didn’t blow you off,” I glanced at my computer screen. I saw a couple emails come through that I really should answer. Instead, though, I turned back to Tyler. “So…”
“Yeah, that’s good,” he said. “But we have a date for Tuesday, so could you make sure she doesn’t work?”
“Oh,” I said. “I mean, that’s kind of up to her.” She was definitely working now.
“No, I know, I know,” he said. “But you’ll make sure that she doesn’t have anything mandatory?”
“Sure, I can do my best,” I said to him. “Where are you taking her?”
“Just for dinner,” he said. “I’ve saved up and I was going to take her to a five-star restaurant or something. I really want to impress her.”
He means fuck her, but I nod anyway.
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”
“Thanks,” he stood up. “Thank you so much.”
“No problem.”
“Yeah, I knew that you would get it,” he said, with a grin. “You’re so cool, Professor Baron.”
“Thanks, I try,” I said, with a shrug. “I know I only have a few more years until I’m one of those boring old professors, so I thought I should take advantage of things now.”
He laughed.
“You’re not that old,” he said. “Didn’t you graduate with your bachelors at like 18?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged.
“How’d you manage that?”
“My parents’ home schooled me,” I said. “They said that there was no school good enough for me, so they let me learn at home, through private tutors. They made me start taking university courses at 15, and it just... stuck.”
“Yeah, I’ve read your story,” he said. “You’re amazing.”
“Eh, just a study nerd, like the rest of the professors,” I grinned. “Let me know if I can do anything else for you Tyler.”
“I will,” he said. “Thanks again, Professor Baron.”
“No problem,” I said, and he headed off.
As soon as he was gone, I let out a deep breath. It had taken everything in me to tell him to buzz off and that Natalie could do anything that she wanted. I couldn’t believe that she would be interested in a puppy-dog boy like him. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with him; I just didn’t think he was what she deserved.
I decided that I wasn’t going to be able to do anymore work, so I shut down my computer and grabbed my jacket. As I stood up, I sent John a text.
How’s it going? I asked him. It took a while for him to text me back, which surprised me. John was normally the fastest texter in the world.
Amazing, he said. She really likes my office.
Is that some sort of metaphor? I asked. I could practically feel him chuckle on the other side of the line. That was the thing with being best friends for so long; you could practically hear each other’s thoughts.
Maybe, he said. She’s just gone to the bathroom, actually How is your night going?
It’s going pretty well, I said. Given that I am stuck in my office.
Go home, you workaholic, he texted, and I smiled.
Apparently, Natalie has a student she’s dating, I texted, as I walked out of the office. He came by to ask me to help him.
What? He asked. Wow.
Yeah, I said. Apparently, they were supposed to have a date tonight.
That makes me feel better about myself, he replied, and I smiled.
Text me later, I said, and stopped messaging him. I could text him all evening, and I knew he would feel obligated to reply. I didn’t want him to ruin his night. If he was going to bang her, I didn’t want her
to wonder if he was texting someone else.
I usually parked pretty far away from the university, because I didn’t want the students to know what car I drove. By the time I got there, it was completely dark outside. I pulled out the keys and opened the door to my Lamborghini. I slid in quickly, before anyone identified me.
It wasn’t that I was embarrassed about my money or wanted to hide it. It was just that I didn’t think people would take me as seriously if they knew that I came from a ton of money. People never seemed to understand that a trust fund didn’t automatically fulfill you.
When my parents revealed my trust fund to me, I knew that I wouldn’t ever have to work. The idea of just relaxing and vacationing seemed like the most boring thing in the world to me. I wanted to have adventures, and I wanted to have nice toys, but I also wanted to make a name for myself. I knew so many friends who just existed on their parents’ money and didn’t have any ambition or goals in their life.
I drove out of the parking lot and headed towards my mansion. Like parking my car far away, I had also bought a house on the outskirts of town when I had gotten the teaching job in the area. I hadn’t grown up here, but the fact that John had his business here had inspired me to apply to the university here. The fact that I had bought a house outside of town meant that I could have acres and acres of land.
In one way, it was something that I was used to. I had grown up with huge houses and acres of land and horses, so I would feel constrained in the smaller house. I didn’t like to flash my wealth around either, because people tended to make false friendships pretty fast. John was pretty much the only person I could count on to be my real friend. The rest of the world, I was pretty weary about.
Some days, the house felt perfect, and other days, it felt far too big. I wondered what it would be like if I had someone else living here with me, one day.
I wondered what it would be like if Natalie was here, with her high heels and her pink hair.
I shook my head and dismissed that thought. Tonight, she was John’s, and if all went well, he’d share her another day.
Chapter 6
John
“So, what do you think?” I asked Natalie when we had gotten through quite a few floors. We had gone through half a bottle of champagne, and she continued to be amazed by everything that she saw.
“You really did make dreams come true,” she said. “I’m so impressed.”
“Thanks,” I said with a shrug. “It’s just a normal day, now, but once it was a fantasy.”
“You should give motivational speeches or something,” she said, and I grinned.
“Maybe,” I replied. “I don’t think I would be very good at that.”
“Why not?” she asked, and I gave her a devilish look.
“Because I would be too distracted by all the sexy university girls in the audience,” I said. “I wouldn’t be able to focus.”
“Really?” she asked. “I’m sorry to hear that. I could help you, if you want.”
“How so?” I asked as we gazed at each other. I wasn’t sure whether it was the booze or the fact that no one else was in the office, but she was looking at me with sex eyes that I couldn’t deny. Her eyes were half lidded, and when I leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t resist for even half a second.
“Like this,” she whispered quietly, and then we kissed some more
I had a feeling that we were going to kiss tonight, but I was curious how far she was willing to go. On one hand, I didn’t want to push her, but on the other hand, she was making me rock hard.
“I like that,” I said. “Can you teach me more?”
“I think so,” she said, and brought one leg up to wrap around my waist. As soon as she did that, I knew it was a done deal. I put one hand on her round breast as I continued to kiss her, and she pushed into me.
“Mm,” I moaned, as I trailed my hand down her ass. She felt so good under my hand and I couldn’t wait to feel what she would do when my cock was in her.
I reached down and traced her bare leg. It was silky soft, and she moaned as I did so.
“Oh, you like that?” I asked as I ran my hand up and down her leg again.
“I’d like it... if you go just a little higher,” she said.
“I can do that,” I said and reached under her skirt.
I expected her to be wearing silk underwear, or lace underwear or something. What I didn’t expect was her to be wearing nothing at all.
“Oh my,” I said. “You are a naughty girl.”
She didn’t answer, and I took my bare fingers and plunged them into her pussy. I usually stroked a girl for a while, but she was dripping wet already and I didn’t want to waste any time.
“Oh God,” she moaned as I pushed her back against the wall. I had walked down this hallway a hundred times this week on my way to meetings. I was never going to be able to think of this hallway the same way again. “Yes.”
“You look like a girl who knows what she wants,” I said as I moved my finger in and out of her. “Are you?”
“I like that,” she panted, and I grinned.
“But do you want more?” I asked. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes,” she groaned, and I put another finger in her. I liked fingering girls, because I liked them dripping wet. If they came before I did, it felt all the better when I finally got in there.
I started to thrust my hand in and out of her. She moaned and slumped more against the wall. In one swift movement, so that my hand remained in her, I picked her up and carried her into an empty office. I had no idea whose office it was, but I didn’t really care. I swept the desk clean and put her down on it, all while keeping her impaled. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it as the movements made her squirm.
“Now,” I said. “Where were we?”
“Oh God,” she cried out, as I plunged into her again and again. My hand was moving quickly, and she was dripping by the time I added the third finger.
“Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?” I asked and slowed down. “Maybe you want it nice and slow?”
“Now,” she said. “I want it rough.”
“Oh,” I said. “You like it rough?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder. Please, harder.”
I picked up the pace again and she started to scream. I was pretty sure that the building was empty, but if there was any cleaning staff hanging around, they would certainly hear her.
Good, I thought to myself. Let them think their CEO has a good time.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” she cried out. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.”
I slammed into her and moved my finger just slightly. She cried out, and then I felt her pussy walls squirt.
“That’s it,” I said. I didn’t stop pumping in and out of her, and she screamed even louder.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Once she had stopped shaking, I pulled my hand out. She was lost in her own pleasure, and she was letting out little moans. With her skirt pulled up to her waist and her breasts out of her shirt, I thought she looked like the sexiest woman on Earth.
“Now,” I said, as I unzipped my pants. “Are you ready for round 2?”
She looked at me through sleepy eyes, but she woke right up when she saw my cock spring free.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh God, yes.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I don’t think I could put this away.”
I positioned my cock on the outside of her pussy and then pushed forward. She screamed again and squirmed against me.
“You’re so... big,” she moaned.
“That’s what they say,” I said with a grin. Since she was already dripping wet, I didn’t even bother going slowly. I started to thrust into her right away.
“That’s right, you take that. You take it,” I grunted as I slammed into her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me so hard.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” I said. “You are going to be begging me to stop by the end.”
“No,” she groaned. “I want more. I always want more.”
“You naughty girl,” I said, and thrust harder into her.
I don’t know how long we fucked far. Everything on the desk was on the floor, and Natalie’s screams were echoing through the building. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she clenched around me.
“I’m cumming again,” she said. “I’m cumming! Oh Fuck, oh my God”
It caught me off guard and it was enough to make me cum, too. I felt the knot of pleasure release and I exploded into her.
I had just fucked a few days before, but it felt like I had produced a huge load for her.
“Oh God, baby,” I said. “Oh God. Yes. Yes.”
Both of us were lost in pleasure for quite a while, and I slumped down on the floor to ride the final waves of pleasure. Natalie remained on the desk, letting out little moans once in awhile.
“That was good,” I said to her when I finally could speak.
“Yes,” she said. “That was so good. Probably the best that I have ever had.”
“Really?” I looked up at her. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not,” she rolled over to look at me on the floor. “Really.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help you out,” I said, with a smile. “You were making me so hard all night.”
“You’re pretty hot stuff yourself,” she said. “But you must know that. People must tell you that all the time.”
I shrugged with a smile.
“None as hot as you,” I said.
“Now I know you are just saying that,” she said.
“Alright, Alright,” I said, and stood up. “But you’re the first girl that I fucked over that desk.”
“Just this particular desk?” she asked.
“Ssh,” I said. “You are ruining my compliments.”
Eventually, she finally managed to get up. I was a little shaky myself, and I grinned to her as I put my clothes on. She fixed her skirt and reached up to fix her hair.
“I doubt I’m going to look as good as when I walked in,” she said. “Sorry, my hair has a life of its own.”
