by Issa Cherry
‘Tell me: do you want me to touch you, Professor?’
I recited his lines back from the night before. He hesitated at first before answering: ‘Yes.’
‘I will touch you. If you attempt to move I will end this immediately. Do you understand?’
‘Yes.’ He complied with my demands.
Taking my arms out of my opened dress, I flung the garment aside. Then I reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it with ease. His eyes widened as I slid the narrow leather band from around his waist and then proceeded to seductively guide the belt around my upper body snake-like over the top of my lacy lingerie. In a few rhythmic movements I was behind him, guiding both of his arms until they met at the wrists over the low back rest of the chair. With that I threaded the belt around his wrists, securing the buckle tightly around them.
‘Now look –‘he began to protest. I spun the office chair around, forcing him to face me.
‘Ssshhh!’ I held my fingers to my lips in a sign denoting silence. ‘This is a library remember! You must stay very quiet!’
I kneeled to unfasten his trousers, unzipping them to reveal a pair of navy Calvin Klein briefs. I noticed he was already sporting a decent bulge in his crotch. Grabbing at either side of his waist, I indicated for him to lift slightly, allowing me to pull his trousers down until they were just past his knees.
Stepping away from him for a moment, I reached for the bottom drawer and retrieved an emergency pair of stockings. This was an emergency, but not of a ladder kind!
Using both hands to stretch the black nylon I then incorporated the stockings into a mini striptease. Pulling down one strap of my bustier style top, I wriggled that arm loose. The movement allowed me to push a bra cup down, revealing one of my breasts. I used the out-stretched stocking to give the Professor teasing glimpses of nipple.
Watching intently for the Professor’s reaction, I noticed his face contort briefly as if he was trying to control his response. That caused me to turn up the action even more. I wanted my revenge and I fully intended on extracting it from him!
Cupping my exposed breast with one hand, I pulled down the remaining strap from my shoulder with the other. Pushing the second bra cup down to free my other breast I fondled both of my nipples at the same time, flicking them roughly to make them stand to attention. With that the Professor attempted to stifle a moan.
‘Like that, do you?’ I demanded.
His steely gaze had melted somewhat. His husky ‘yes’ response indicated revenge might come sooner than I had expected.
I bent forward, allowing my breasts to spill out and placed each hand on either side of the waist of his briefs.
‘Lift!’ He obeyed my command immediately. Very quickly I had his underwear down past his knees. His almost erect cock was exposed and looked impressive despite not being at full mast.
I reached for the stockings I had discarded just minutes ago and held them aloft briefly before diving in the direction of his ankles, binding them swiftly within the nylon.
‘What the?’ He had no time to react before I completed a hurried double-knot binding stocking ends to the unused length of belt. I pretty much had him defenceless in my version of hog-tying. He was completely vulnerable, just like I had been the night before.
‘I think we can dispense with the need for a blindfold and gag. After all, I want you to see what I do to you!’
‘I am hardly going to call for help at this stage. It might prove embarrassing for us both to be found in such a –‘ he drew in a sharp breath as my hands briefly made contact with his semi erect member ‘- compromising position!’
‘So, is that your preferred position: compromised?’
‘Right now I like this position.’ His breathing was shallow and I guessed he was doing his best not to climax too quickly.
‘I am sure you do.’ I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed lightly ‘do you like it when I touch you?’
‘Yes, I do’ his voice was almost a whisper.
I turned around and bent over, sticking my ass in his direction and wiggled it around a little.
‘Please’ lust filled his voice ‘free me, so I can do you?’
‘That would be too easy! I want you to know how it feels.’ I turned to face him.
‘How? What? Feels?’ His words were punctuated by moans of pleasure.
‘I want you to know how it feels to have no control over the pleasure you receive.’
I wanted him to know how it felt to be so turned on by another. I wanted him to know how humiliating it felt to be brought to the edge of ecstasy. I wanted him to know what it had been like for me the night before.
Kneeling, I placed my body between his thighs. Gently lifting his cock, I grabbed my breasts and trapped his manhood between them. I could feel him reaching full erection as I pushed my nipples tightly against each other, so his hardness was almost fully encircled by breasts. Moving up and down, I kept my breasts firmly clasped around him. Then without warning I released him.
‘No! Please!’ He was so close. That fine line between pleasure and disappointment. He almost knew how it felt!
‘What if I do this?’ Lowering my head, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his now solid penis from its base to the head. His sharp intake of breath indicated that he was powerless: he was fully in my control.
Drawing back, I paused to observe his face. His eyes were closed momentarily and his jaw clenched as he strove to prolong his pleasure. I also took the chance to study his cock. It was quite impressive, of decent length with a slight bend. The circumference was notable. Clenched by my hand, I wondered what it would feel like if that was my pussy wrapped around it instead.
‘Please! Don’t stop!’ he pleaded interrupting my thoughts about fucking.
I could feel the realisation hitting from a mile away: this is what he had done to me! He had got me thinking about real sex again and not just the simulated variety. How dare the Professor do that to me! I was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, not the other way around!
With that I rubbed my finger in the first of the pre-cum to appear from his penis head. I provocatively rubbed the same fingertip around the areola of my left breast, waiting for his response.
‘Let me fuck you. Sit on my lap. Go – on.’
The more rasped his speech grew, the more I knew he was on the brink. I wanted to take him as close to the edge as I could and have him find out what it was like not to conclude things naturally. I wanted him to experience the same as he had done to me the night before. I wanted him to beg.
My attention returned to his cock. I noticed how as it stiffened it had straightened somewhat. I stroked the shaft with my hands. Bringing my head closer to his erectness, I rubbed its end with my face. Tracing its neat rim with my jawline and my chin and each cheek, I looked up seductively to see if he was paying attention. I wanted to see how close he was to begging.
His eyes were open and staring down at me. A wild look of desire was unmistakably written in his expression. Knowing he was that close to climaxing gave me greater confidence to tease him just that little extra. As I licked the tip of my tongue around the perimeter of his hard rod, he began to wriggle in his seat. I opened my mouth wider so I could use more tongue in my efforts to force him to beg.
Enthusiastically licking at the rounded head as if it was a delicious ice cream cone, I suddenly left him lift his hips. All at once that tasty cock head was in my mouth. It was not what I had planned at all. But it felt good. He still had no control, I reasoned with my amorous brain. He wanted to touch, kiss, suck and fuck me. Instead, I was sucking him. He had no power or control in the situation. I would let him cum, but only because he was giving me my first taste of cock in over a year.
I quickly realised that I was enjoying tasting him very much and felt very turned on by the feel of him driving his pole further into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and found I was able to accommodate him more deeply than any man I had ever gone down on before. Soon I
felt a gently gagging feeling at the back of my throat and went to work bobbing my head up and down on his hard member. I listened as his breathing became laboured and intermingled with groans.
‘Oh…argh….God!’
I tightened my lips around his shaft as I now moved back and forth along his length, keeping in rhythm with his gentle hip thrusts. It was not long before I felt the warm spray hit the back of my throat. His juice quickly began to spread around what little space remained in my crowded mouth. Swallowing some, I drew my head back releasing his softening cock from my mouth.
Looking directly at him, I took a lick of two fingers from both of my hands, covering my fingertips with his warm cum. I ran my fingers around my areolas once more, flicking at my nipples. I then stuck each of those fingers in his compliant mouth:
‘Lick them clean!’
He dutifully licked each of my fingers clean, sucking greedily on each one in turn.
‘You are incredible! Please don’t stop now!’
I slipped both arms back into the straps of the bra attached to my bodice and retrieved my jersey wrap dress which was draped over the side of a filing cabinet, where I had flung it earlier.
I loosened my hair and clipped it back more neatly back into my regulation librarian chignon and checked a mirror secreted in an office cupboard. I needed to check for tell-tale signs of hanky panky. My lipstick was just about gone, so I reapplied some more, noticing all the time that the professor was watching me carefully.
‘Are you going to release me? I have another meeting to get to: not that I expect it to be quite as illuminating as this one.’
I took my time. Once I had my glasses on again, my librarian persona was back in place. No one would know the mischief I had been up to in my office with the professor. I knew he would have to keep my secret otherwise he would risk implicating himself in my sexy exploits:
‘Your position on the Board and even your job will be at stake with the scandal that would engulf us if you tried to expose me.’
I was determined that the freedom and enjoyment I found in my afterhours online broadcasts would not be ruined by the one person to discover my secret. I kneeled to untie my hasty knot that had joined my stockings to his belt. Standing, I guided him up with his wrists still bound by his leather belt.
‘Why would I want to expose you? When what I want to do is fuck you. There is a big difference, well for most people.’
I busied myself pulling his briefs up, pausing to take one last look at his withered manhood that only minutes ago had been so impressive. Pretending to ignore his words, I dragged his trousers back up into position. This gave me the opportunity to check out his well-toned thighs and hips. Briefly, I wondered about what other activities the professor partook in, outside of lurking around darkened cellars at night spying on sexually unfulfilled librarians.
‘When I untie your wrists, you have one minute to straighten yourself up and leave. If you try to touch me, I promise there will be no further activity between us. Do you understand?’
He had taught me much the night before about treating a person mean to keep them keen. I planned to make him want me again and again, but fully intended to have no further physical contact with him. This tryst in the privacy of my locked office had succeeded in turning the sexual tables back on him: he was now left wanting more, while I was – kind of – satisfied.
With some effort I had the knot out of the belt. He rubbed each wrist before fastening his trousers and zipping his fly. I handed him the belt then stepped back behind my desk and watched as he tucked his shirt into his trousers before threading the belt around his waist.
‘That was extremely interesting, Miss Jones.’
He straightened his tie, and ran a hand through his close cropped hair.
‘It’s Xanthe’ I reminded him.
‘That was extremely interesting Xanthe.’
His use of my name did not hold the same promise it had the previous night. As he headed for the door I did my best to deny the sinking feeling growing inside me. What if my actions had destroyed my chance to reach those sexual heights with a man? In extracting my revenge on Professor Alomes had I denied myself the excitement he had begun to open my mind to only hours earlier?
‘Close the door on your way out, thank you.’ I was determined to keep my Ice Queen demeanour despite my growing nerves and regret.
‘How soon can we schedule another meeting?’
‘I will need to check my diary. My calendar is quite full at this time of year.’
‘I see’ he had almost returned to full Professor mode, ‘enjoy the rest of your day. I know I will.’
I waited until the door was closed and he was gone before collapsing back into my seat. My expectations of feeling like I had conquered my enemy crashed about as quickly as the time it had taken my body to fall into the chair.
‘Why?’ I wondered out loud. Could it be that the loss of control was more exciting than actually being in control?
I did not have time to continue my analysis, as my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
‘Yes. Come in!’ I silently hoped it was not the professor and was relieved to see Linda.
‘That meeting must have gone well!’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Serious Professor Alomes just passed me with a huge smile on his face. You must have charmed the pants off him.’
‘Yes, er…something like that.’
I buried my head in the nearest file of papers. I could feel the blush traveling up from my toes.
‘You really should take a break before tonight though. You have earned it, after winning over the notoriously abrasive professor.’
‘Tonight?’
My puzzled expression gave me away.
‘Well that must be a first Xan. Ever reliable you forgetting that you offered to fill in at the information desk tonight!’
‘It had slipped my mind.’
Slipped? It had leapt from my mind. Briefly recalling the conversation shortly before closing the night before, when Andrea the Information Services Librarian phoned me to say she did not have any staff to work the busy Thursday evening information desk shift. Andrea was unable to step in because of a family emergency, and our staffing budget would not stretch to us paying someone from the pool of casual staff.
‘We won’t be able to get someone else in this late. We are short on qualified staff as it is.’
‘Linda, it’s okay. I will just go and grab something quick to eat from one of the quadrangle cafes. Ask Andrea to fill in until I get there. Give me twenty minutes. I will be there.’
‘Sure Xan. You’ll be exhausted though. It’s been quite a day for you: the budget report and Professor Alomes in the same day. Plus now the evening shift. I don’t know how you do it!’
Neither did I quite frankly, I groaned inwardly. In the last twenty four hours I had experienced the biggest emotional and sexual rollercoaster ride I could recall. I would need to get my head together if I was to spend the next five hours assisting students with their information queries.
‘Caffeine helps! And plenty of it!’ I gave Linda a wink and picked up my purse and headed for the nearest campus eatery I could find.
A Very Big Mistake
The shift went mercifully fast. There was a steady stream of students needing assistance. On my way back from helping a student find a journal, one of the old-fashioned kind printed on actual paper, I noticed Dr Damon searching something on one of the online catalogues as I passed by.
Returning to the Information Desk, I sat down. Less than a day ago Dr Damon had been the subject of my most recent fantasies. I would try out different routines for my Webcast with him as the secret subject of my fantasies. Those dark eyes hidden behind glasses were undeniably warm and inviting, giving him a Clark Kent mystique. His thick dark hair seemed to always be in need of a good cut and threatened to fall over his eyes at any point. He was tall and looked to be well-built under loose layers of
clothing. Geek Handsome was how I described him. He was deserving of being the star of any thinking woman’s fantasy.
The Professor had ruined all of that by crashing into my little world of sexual bliss. With those knowing hands he had re awakened my mind to thoughts of what it felt like to have a male rubbing, stroking and teasing my body. I busied myself looking at my computer screen while my body felt the same sort of stirrings that had been brought on by the Professor’s touch the night before.
It was torture. Last night had been filled with so much promise. I had been on the edge of ecstasy and my hopes cruelly dashed by the professor’s game. While the elicit interlude in my office had been a fun way to punish him for what he had done, hours later I felt strangely dissatisfied. My identity as the anonymous Webcast star was now known by one man. That same man had not quite lived up to his earlier promise. A depressing feeling began to seep into the dark recesses of my horny mind.
My introspection was interrupted by the sound of a male coughing in a polite ‘excuse me’ manner.
The moment our eyes met coincided with his first words:
‘I am not very happy with you, Xanthe.’
The tone was instantly familiar. The use of my name identical to that used to affect so recently.
I knew in an instant I was face to face with Mystery Man. Only trouble was Professor Alomes was nowhere in sight.
The shock hit me in a flash: Dr Damon was without a doubt Mystery Man.
I had made a very big mistake.
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Find out what happens when Xanthe and Dr Damon meet face to face in
X is for Xanthe Part 2.
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