My pussy is clenching with sweet heat and all I can think is how empty I feel and how much I want his big cock inside me. But then I feel his tongue. He eats me everywhere, like he’s cleaning me with his tongue. Lapping hungrily, poking into my ass as his fingers tease my clit. My orgasm is so close. My inner muscles start to clench with pleasure, milking at his tongue. He gives me more, pushing his tongue deep inside me as his fingers push into my ass, stroking, rubbing, forcing pleasure. The orgasm shatters me. I arch against his mouth, spreading my legs a little more so he can do anything he wants to me.
He eats me until the waves of my orgasm start to calm. He seems to love eating me and licking me.
And then I feel it. The slippery head of his huge shaft, rubbing against me, sliding back and forth between the silky-wet cheeks of my ass. He slides his iron-hard cock harder and faster, over and over. I arch up against him and he groans and his cock starts to jerk and shoot cum in hot, milky bursts all over my ass. He comes a lot. His cum is all over me.
After he finishes coming, he rubs his cum over my skin, like he’s marking me. Then he pulls me closer. He sits me back on his lap. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m getting his clothes dirty. He takes some tissues from his desk and tries to clean me up a little. “I’ve made a mess of you, baby girl.”
I can tell by his voice he’s already starting to feel remorse and I don’t want that. I kiss his lips. God, he’s got beautiful lips. I slide my tongue across their plumpness and bite his lower lip between my teeth. “Now I’m yours,” I whisper.
He’s staring at me like I’m a lamb and he’s the big bad wolf. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, honey. But I shouldn’t have fucking done that.”
I put my finger to his lips. There’s no way I’m going to listen to that. Not now. “Yes, you should. I wanted you to do everything you did. And I want more. Tonight. Please say yes.”
I smile at him, and kiss him again. This time, I dip my tongue into his mouth, offering myself to him. He sucks on my tongue as his fingers play with my pussy lips. When he touches my clit I gasp.
“Come to my house in an hour,” he says. “My house is three doors down from the university. Number 55. Come to the back door. If we’re going to do this, we do it my way. You do what I say, when I say it. The reality is, if we’re seen together, I’ll get fucking fired. And you might get kicked out of this university. They don’t take this sort of thing lightly.”
“I know, Professor Harrison. We’ll be careful. I’ll sneak in the back door. Then you can have your way with me. Anything you want. I want you to be my first.”
He stares at me. “Your first? Do you mean you’ve never …”
“No. I’m … I’ve never done anything.” For a second I feel shy again. I don’t want him to refuse me. “And I want you to be the one. Please, Professor Harrison. Please.”
“Jesus Christ, Ivy. What about all those boys your own age?”
“I don’t want them. I want you.” I slide my tight fist along his big, reviving cock. “I want this.”
His phone pings from his bag. “Shit.”
I love how his body responds to my touch. He can’t help himself. His cock does that thing where it rears up, like it’s got a mind of its own. He’s like rock-hard putty in my soft hands. But he eases my hands off his cock. “If you’re a good girl, you can have more of that later.”
“Do you promise, Professor Harrison?”
“Yes. I promise. But you need to go now.”
I adjust my position so my pussy slides along his cock. He groans. I lean to whisper in his ear. “Professor, Harrison, I’m on the pill, by the way, so you can fuck me just like this.”
“Jesus, Ivy,” he gasps. “You’re going to kill me and get me fired. Are you even eighteen yet?”
“I turned eighteen two months ago.”
He hold the head of his cock to my soft, parted pussy lips. He sucks my tongue into his mouth as his cock presses strongly against my clit. “Then tonight you’ll get everything you can fucking handle, sweetheart.”
I don’t want to go. But he lifts me up and sets me on my feet. He takes one of my nipples between two fingers and squeezes it, which makes me wet all over again. But then he lets go. “Pull up your shirt.”
I do, but I look a mess. My skin is sticky with his cum. My clothes look ruined. My cheeks feel flushed.
And I’m happy. I’m finally going to get what I’ve been fantasizing about for months. “See you in an hour, Professor Harrison.”
He’s watching me with this stern look on his face that makes me giggle. I pick up my bag and blow him a kiss before walking out.
I’m completely fucked.
The truth is, even though I’m being considered for tenure at an outrageously prestigious university, my heart hasn’t really been in this gig for quite a while. Every morning I row for an hour at dawn and I think about it: making a break. Taking my sailboat and disappearing for as long as I fucking feel like it. I’ve reinvented myself once before and I can do it again. All those years ago I thought I’d play pro football. I had NFL offers. I’d been so close. One low tackle was all it took to smash all those hopes to smithereens. Three knee operations later, that door had decisively closed. Nothing worked. The healing took too long and by the time I could play again, I no longer wanted it.
So I went back to school for four years and got my PhD in Economics. I’ve done well enough and fuck knows I can charm an interview panel when I put my mind to it. On the side, I’d started my own investment portfolio, teaching myself how to play the market and make money. It worked. Slowly, at first, then things had picked up. A lot. Last time I checked my little hedge fund, it was doing very nicely indeed. So nicely, in fact, that this job was no longer necessary. I could walk away whenever I wanted to.
And things are getting weird with one of the other professors, whose name is Marcia Helms. She’s fucking stalking me day and night. She’d asked to have a drink a couple of times and I finally relented. The entire time I was with her, I was so bored I thought I was going to fall asleep right there at the goddamn table. I left early, making some lame excuse. After that, I was completely uninterested in pursuing anything further. Which I told her. But what does she do? Shows up at my office unannounced, asking inane questions she already knows the answer to and basically making a pathetic ass of herself on a regular basis. It’s fucking irritating. Not only that, but she’s the head of the department so I can’t piss her off too badly or she could potentially veto my tenure bid.
And then, one Monday morning, that very first day of the semester, in walks Ivy Quinn.
Of course I noticed her. The second she walked into my class. Lost-looking, sweet as fuck.
A lot of students come on to me, all the time. I ignore it. None of them have been worth losing my job over.
But every fucking day she walks into my class, I can barely keep my cool. Her hair, like liquid mahogany. Her face, like a sultry little fallen angel up to no good. Her body: don’t even get me started.
She used to wear baggy clothes. But after about a week in my class, watching me with those soulful eyes the entire time until I thought my heart was about to break, she started wearing tighter outfits. She started getting bolder. To get my attention.
As if she didn’t already have my attention.
Tight tops straining over those ridiculously plush tits. No fucking bra.
Short little skirts showing off every goddamn luscious curve.
Torturing me.
Half the time I teach my class with a fucking hard-on.
I jerk off ten times a day to try to relieve some of this nightmarish, insanely-intense lust that consumes me every second of every fucking day.
None of it even comes close to making things easier.
So she needs extra help, she says.
She wants to see me in my goddamn office.
As soon as she said it, I kissed my job goodbye. It would be worth it, of course it would.
There she was, waiting f
or me. My tiny office overflowing with her scent. Her low-cut top taunting me.
And then.
I just want to show you something.
And so she did.
I will never be the same.
The sight of her.
That sweet, beautiful, perfect, unbelievable sight of her.
Will you touch me?
Of course I’ll touch you, you sweet, luscious little creature. Of course I’ll lick your pussy and taste your honey until you blow my goddamn head off. Of course I’ll rub my raging hard-on all over that tight little ass until I spurt my hot cum all over you.
And so it begins.
I’ll resign before the news gets out. But first, I’m going to enjoy tonight.
I’ve been fantasizing about how tight and sweet that little virgin pussy will feel for months on end.
Tonight, I’m going to take my time and make her feel so goddamn good she’s never going to want to let me go.
I spend the next hour getting ready. I take a long bath and put on my favorite perfume, but not too much. I want him to taste me. I brush my long dark hair until it shines. I put on some lip gloss and a cute little pink baby doll mini-dress. I don’t bother with a bra. All I have on under it is a tiny pair of white cotton panties. I’m already starting to get wet again just thinking about him. God, his mouth. Once he tasted me, it was like he didn’t care about anything except getting more of me.
Like I promised, I take the path behind the trees until I get to his house. I knock softly on the back door. After a few seconds, the door opens. Professor Harrison fills up the entire doorway. He’s big, muscular and so handsome I can’t breathe.
He looks outside briefly before pulling me in, closing the door and locking it.
He’s holding me close, and he takes in all the details of my skimpy outfit. “Are you sure about this, Ivy?”
I stand onto my tippy toes and kiss his mouth. “I’ve course I’m sure, Professor Harrison. I’m already yours. You made sure of that in your office.”
His eyes narrow and he licks his lips. He looks clean and ridiculously virile. He’s wearing a nice shirt and worn jeans. He combed his dark hair, which is still wet from his shower. Standing here next to him in my flats, I feel so small compared to him. He probably weighs twice as much as I do. “Are you hungry?” he says.
“Not for food,” I say quietly. I can’t believe I just said that. I’ve been thinking about his big cock ever since I touched it and felt it sliding against me, spurting all over me. I wonder if he’ll let me taste him, like he tasted me.
I notice then that the lights are low and all the curtains in his house are closed. “I lit the fire,” he says, taking a sip out of a glass of wine he’s drinking. He pours me a glass. “I know you’re not old enough to drink but we’re already about to break the law, so it hardly matters at this point.”
I smile and take a sip of the wine. “It’s not really breaking the law. Just a rule. But no one’s ever going to know except us.”
“As I told you earlier, if we’re going to do this we’re going to do it my way.”
I’m not sure why but his bossiness makes my pussy feel tingly. “All right,” I say softly, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. I wonder what he’s going to make me do.
He takes my hand and leads me into the living room, where the fire is lit and there’s only one low lamp on. He sits on the couch, and I sit next to him.
“Any time you want me to stop,” he says. “Just say so. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you.”
“You don’t scare me, Professor Harrison. You’re … nice. I watch you. I see how you go out of your way to do things for people. I know I can trust you.”
“The problem here is that –” He pauses.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says. “There’s no problem. I just want you to feel completely safe.”
“I do feel safe.” I touch his shirt. The straining muscles under the fabric are hard, and warm. “You’re so strong, Professor Harrison. But I know you won’t hurt me.”
“I’m going to take off your dress,” he says. “I want to see you. Now.”
He’s so bossy. I like it. I want to please him. I start to slide the dress up and over my head. He helps me but he’s rough and he rips the fabric as he pulls it over my head. My tiny white panties don’t cover much. My breasts feel warm and full. My nipples are soft and my pussy feels warm. “I don’t really know how to do anything,” I tell him, feeling suddenly shy again.
“Come here.”
I do as he says and I sit on his lap. He touches my nipples, squeezing gently and drawing little circles around them with his fingers.
“Does that feel good? Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes. Everything you do makes me feel good.” My panties are already clinging to me. “I liked it when you –” It’s hard to tell him how I feel. It sounds so intimate.
“You can tell me, honey. Don’t feel shy. You can tell me anything you want.”
“… when you put your mouth on me.”
“Climb up here and feed them to my mouth. Let me suck on those sweet little cherry nipples.”
I do what he says. I straddle his lap, lifting up so my breasts are close to his mouth. His warm hands slide up my thighs. His fingers rest just under the elastic of my panties.
He licks one of my nipples lightly. “Do you like it when I lick you, Ivy?”
“Yes.”
His hands slide up my body. He holds my full breasts in his large, rough hands and squeezes them together so he can suck on both my nipples at the same time. He starts nipping at the sensitive tip, then licks me and bites one gently between his teeth. I gasp. The bristle of his beard is scratchy against my tender skin. Then he starts suckling on my nipples like he’s drinking from me. It feels so good. Each tug of his mouth sends a warm current of pleasure to my pussy. My pussy lips feel swollen and tingly.
I lower myself a little so my pussy rests against the hard ridge of his cock. His cock is so hard that when my clit rubs against it through his jeans I think I’m about to come. But Professor Harrison holds my hips with his strong hands so I can’t move as much as I want to.
“Slow down, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”
“But Professor Harrison,” I breathe. I really have gone crazy. He makes me so hot. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He’s teasing me. He can tell I’m on fire for him. He’s going to play with me. “I want to feel your …”
“Feel my what?”
It’s hard to talk dirty like this. I’ve never done it before.
“Say it.” His grip on my thighs is so strong. I can’t move and I want to move. Against him.
“I want to feel your cock. I want to touch it. I want to rub myself against it and I want –”
“Want what? I’m not going to give it to you until you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me with that huge, hard cock.”
“That’s my good girl,” he says, biting gently on my nipple until I squeal lightly and squirm against his cock. “First I need to get you nice and wet and ready, baby girl, so I don’t hurt you.”
I love hearing him call me ‘baby.’
Professor Harrison lifts me easily and carries me to a big plush rug next to the fire. He lays me back. He kisses me long and slow. He tastes so good. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. So beautiful. Do you want me to make you come now?”
“Yes,” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes.
He kisses a line down my body, sucking on my breasts, licking his tongue into my belly button, teasing me with his mouth and his fingers.
Then he spreads my legs and runs his fingers across the wet patch on my panties. “Sweet girl. My girl is so wet for me. Is this where you want me to touch you? You want my tongue to lick your pussy and taste all that sweet honey, don’t you, Ivy?”
“Yes,” I say, breathless. “Yes.”
He rubs my clit through the
thin, wet fabric of my panties, until I’m begging him for more. He starts peeling off my panties with his teeth. He ends up ripping them off. If this keeps up, I won’t have any panties left soon. Professor Harrison pins my knees so my legs are fully open.
“So, what I was going to say is this: the problem is that now that I’ve tasted you once, sweet baby girl, I’m one hundred percent addicted. You taste too fucking good.”
I can feel his hot breath on my tender flesh. Tiny ripples of pleasure start pulsing inside me.
“You want my mouth on you, sweetheart? You want me to make you come right now?”
“Yes, Professor. Please. Please kiss me. Kiss me now.”
I like how Professor Harrison does everything I ask him to do, like he can’t deny me anything. Slowly, he lowers his head and kisses my pussy in a scorching, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue pushes inside me. The stubble of his beard is rough and scratches against my sensitive flesh. I moan. The slight pain feeds an aching pleasure. Two of his fingers glide easily between my pussy lips. But when he starts to slide them deeper, it burns and I writhe against him.
“Shhh,” he says. “It’s okay. You want my thick cock inside this tight little pussy, don’t you, baby girl? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You want me to fuck you real good, don’t you, Ivy?”
I try to say yes, but all I end up doing is moaning louder.
He licks me again and then his mouth latches onto my clit. He sucks hard and I can feel the ripples starting deep inside my pussy. “I need you soft and wet so my big cock will fit,” he murmurs, suckling my clit in a pulling, tugging rhythm as his fingers slide deeper, stretching me open. My inner muscles start to clench around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper.
Then he climbs over me. He pulls his shirt over his head. His shoulders are huge and his skin is tanned. His chest is covered with a light pelt of dark hair and he has a few tattoos. I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, loving how strong and masculine he feels. He unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off, laying himself over me.
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