by Jenna Rose
“Yes!” she blurted out.
“Tell me you love it,” I ordered her.
“I love it!”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpered as I withdrew so only the thick tip of my dick was left inside of her.
“Oh, you dirty little bitch,” I purred. “Tell me to fuck you!”
“Fuck me!”
“Fuck me who?”
“Fuck me, professor!” she screamed.
“That’s right!” I slammed all my inches back inside her so hard that she collapsed forward on the bed and I had to slam my body down on top of hers to stay inside. She cried out as I used my legs to pin hers together straight and then wrapped my strong right arm around her neck like a chokehold. Then I really started pounding.
“Y-y-y-yes!” she stammered between each blow from my cock. She was pinned beneath me, helpless under my weight and prowess, unable to do anything but take my pounding however I wanted to give it to her. Our bodies slapped together, my thighs against the back of her legs, my strong abs against her lower back and ass. I felt her breath in my arm, my heart pounding against her back.
We were soaking wet, covered in my cum, her juices and both of our sweat. We’d cleaned off in the shower—sort of—and were back to being filthy together.
I really started fucking her, pounding her mercilessly as she cried out into the sheets. My dick was still sensitive from my earlier orgasm, but hard as steel. I knew I was hurting her, but that came with the territory of a dick like this. And she was a big girl. If she couldn’t take it, she’d tell me to slow down. Not that I would, though…
I was beating her pussy up, claiming it once and for all, ruining her for any other men. No small-dicked frat boy would get to taste my peach. She was mine. I drove my hips against her, feeling her succulent ass, wet against my rock-hard abs. From this position, with my legs locked around hers, her ass was also squeezed against my dick as I fucked her, adding to the sensation.
Her tight little body was like a doll’s beneath mine. She was completely under my control with no way to escape. Her lips opened around my forearm and I felt her teeth as she bit me. It wasn’t too hard, but just enough to drive me wild. A feral act, like we were two animals mating in the wild. I could feel the cum raging inside of me and my cock aching to explode inside of her again. I slid my other hand beneath her and cupped her breast and squeezed. She gasped and bit down harder, just enough to hurt. In response, I pinched her nipple, causing her to cry out.
She turned her head and threw an arm around mine, pulling my lips to her. Her open mouth invited mine and I crushed my lips against hers. Our tongues met and we left our mouths together as we fucked, lost in the throes of blissful passion and oneness.
This is what I’ve been missing, I thought as I filled her, swam in her heat. This is where I belong.
“I’m close again, daddy,” she whispered, her lips against mine.
“Come on my cock, princess,” I told her. “I want to feel that tight little pussy clamp down on my dick.”
“Yes…”
“Be a good little student and come for me,” I growled. “Get me there too. I want to fucking feel it.”
“Will you come in me again, professor?”
“If you milk it out of me, princess,” I groaned. “Milk my cum out of my dick with that tight little cunt of yours.”
“I want it!”
“You know what that means?”
“Yes!”
My soul went aflame and I felt the cum rising within me. Her pussy was closing down on my cock, clenching down like a fist. I was all the way inside of her, our bodies pressed together like one.
“Come for me,” I hissed one last time. And that was all it took.
She exploded, and so did I.
We came together. Lizbeth cried out as her orgasm rippled through her like a building falling down. Her tight cunt clenched down so hard I couldn’t move, and I slid my tongue into her mouth as my orgasm rocked my fucking world. Rope after rope of my hot, sticky load sprayed inside of her, filling every inch of her sweet crevice. Deep inside of her…
She gasped. I gasped. Our foreheads met as our breath caught in our chests as we rolled together through orgasmic bliss, soaring through space together, quivering as our bodies took over. I pumped my baby batter inside of her, both of us knowing the consequences of our actions.
I felt some of it spilling out of her, but it was nothing compared to what remained inside. She was full, like a jelly doughnut, and just to make sure, I kept my cock in her as we both came down, panting like a couple of out-of-shape athletes getting back into running after a summer off.
“Holy fuck,” Lizbeth groaned. “You come so much.”
“You’re damn right,” I whispered. “Only for you.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course I do,” I replied. “You’re the only girl for me now. The only one in the world.”
I felt her open her eyes, and opened mine to look at her. I saw the vulnerability there and wanted to crush it immediately. She had to know she had nothing to worry about around me, nothing to hide, nothing she couldn’t share.
“You don’t have any other girls you need to…teach?”
“How could I?” I asked. “Once you’ve found your prized pupil, you hold onto her. You don’t move on to poorer students.”
She smiled, but it wasn’t enough. We were still kidding; we weren’t on that level yet. So I made a bold move and crossed the threshold.
“I love you,” I said firmly, watching the reaction in her eyes. It was more than I could ever have hoped for. Her lip quivered and she leaned in. Her voice trembled as she spoke.
“I—I love you too.” I smiled. She giggled like we’d just shared an impossible secret. “I don’t know how it’s possible. I mean—”
“I know, Lizbeth,” I replied. “It’s crazy, but it’s real.”
She nodded vigorously. “Exactly.”
“I never knew what I was missing until I met you,” I told her. “And now that I have you, I’m never going to let you go.”
“Promise?” she asked, her eyes pleading with me. I leaned in and kissed her on those plump, sensuous lips that I’d only just begun to know.
“I promise.”
Chapter Eleven
Lizbeth
The rain had stopped as I stepped out of Caleb’s house and looked out at campus, my head still spinning and my heart racing. I definitely had that post-sex afterglow, even though I’d never experienced it before, of course. I could just feel it. My whole body was like a shining sun. I was a completely new person, and it was because of one thing.
Him.
He’d come into my world like a meteor and given me something I’d never even known I needed. He was what was missing. He completed me.
And I loved him for it.
It was a crazy realization to have. I felt like I had just stepped into one of those romance movies or something. Caleb had taken me, a scared timid girl, and made me into a woman. He’d taken me, then taken my virginity, and now he’d taken my heart and I knew he was never going to give it back.
Good!
I was smiling as I made my way across campus, gazing up at the slanted sunlight now beaming down through the trees, when a sharp voice rang out.
“Excuse me!”
It was so loud I actually jumped and turned to see a stern-looking man staring over at me. I’d never met him before, but I’d seen him in photos on the college website. It was Dean Warmer.
“Uh…yes?”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Lizbeth,” I replied. “Why?”
“Come here, Lizbeth,” he replied, motioning to me with his hand. This was a man who was used to being obeyed. I felt like this was one of those scenes where the Russian mob boss calls over an innocent witness only to question them and then kill them, but what was I going to do? Deny the dean?
His eyes narrowed as I approached, a
nd he nodded behind me to Caleb’s house.
“What were you two doing in there?” he asked. His bluntness stunned me and I found myself fumbling for the right words.
“Just…nothing,” I stammered. “Class stuff.”
“Mmmhmm,” he nodded. He wasn’t buying it. “His TA couldn’t help you? You couldn’t go see him during office hours?”
“Oh—well, it was raining earlier and he offered to give me a ride to my dorm. And then I mentioned I had a question about the syllabus—”
“Shut up.”
“W-what?”
His abruptness shocked me and I felt my heart beginning to race. He’d caught me—caught us. This was bad.
“You’re fucking him,” he said flatly.
“No, I’m n—”
“You know you’re not the first girl to be taken by Professor Grey’s charms, right?” he said with a dastardly smile. “You think you’re the only girl to notice how handsome their new anatomy professor is?”
“I mean—no…” I stammered.
“You think he actually cares about you?” the dean stepped closer and I stepped back. He was threatening, but the things he was saying to me were even worse. “I’ve seen Caleb disgrace his position as an educator many times before. You aren’t the first, but you may be the last.”
“What are you—”
“Allegations have been brought against Professor Grey. Allegations of a serious and sexual nature. A former student who, like you, fell for Caleb’s boyish charm and good looks, and was taken advantage of.”
My heart was ready to pound out of my chest. My heart felt like a quickly deflating balloon.
“Don’t blame yourself,” the dean said with a smile. “Young girls like you…it doesn’t take much to take advantage of them. This isn’t your fault. But if you help me, we can make sure nothing like this happens again.”
Tears began to well in my eyes. Suddenly the sun cutting through the trees wasn’t warm and bright, it was blinding. My chest felt like it was ready to crack open. I glanced over my shoulder at Caleb’s house, the place where I’d just felt more at home than I’d ever felt anywhere before.
Was I really that stupid?
Had I fallen for an older man’s charms?
My balloon-heart deflated completely, turned into nothing more than a wrinkled piece of plastic ready to be thrown into the trash. I looked back at the dean.
“H—help you how?”
He smiled and nodded. “There’s someone I need you to meet. Come.”
Chapter Twelve
Lizbeth
Dean Warmer’s footsteps echoed through the long, open hall like a gangster’s footsteps approaching a hit. I followed behind him, still trembling, doing my best to keep the tears from pouring from my eyes.
But every step was a struggle. Every breath was a chore. My heart, once alive and full of love, blossoming like a flower in the spring, was now hollow and crushed, dead inside my chest.
It didn’t matter how hard I tried; I couldn’t keep images of Caleb from flooding back to me. Oh, and there was that other issue too. With every step, Caleb’s cum dripped slowly out of me and into my panties, reminding me of what we’d done together—twice.
I love you…That’s what he had said to me.
“Fuck…” I hissed under my breath, low enough that the dean couldn’t hear.
How could I be so stupid?
I was now a walking cliché; the girl who fell for her teacher and honestly thought there was more to it than just a hook-up. He’d set his sights on me, come after me, deflowered me without thinking twice, and added me to his list of students he’d claimed. He was probably smiling to himself when I left the house, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. I would have done anything for him.
But now? Now I was broken. Now my world was shattered and the only hope I had was that the dean could give me some sense of solace by allowing me to help him make sure none of this ever happened again.
The dean stopped at a door and looked at me with a smile.
“You’re making the right decision.” Then, he opened the door.
Inside was a girl, a timid-looking blonde with a sweatshirt hood pulled up high over her head. She looked like she’d rather be anywhere else but here.
Probably heartbroken too…
“Lizbeth, this is Christy Jenkins, former student of Professor Grey.” The girl nodded but kept her eyes on the table. “She’s going to tell you what happened to her, and when she brings her allegations public next week, you will add yours on as well and we will make sure Caleb never sets foot in a classroom ever again.”
I was quivering again, but this time I didn’t like the reasons why.
“Say hi, Christy.”
“Hi,” she all but whispered back.
“I’m going to hit the head,” the dean said. “I’ll leave you two for a couple of minutes to get acquainted and I’ll be back.”
And like that, he was gone. The door closed behind him leaving me in a room with a girl I’d just met, my anxiety on max and tears ready to spill from my eyes. I bit my lip, doing my best to keep it together.
“So…” I started to say, but Christy cut me off immediately.
“Do you have your phone?” she snapped.
“Uh…yes?”
“Turn it on and set it to record,” she said quickly.
“What—”
“Do it!” she hissed.
A flood of hope and excitement shot through me, almost sending my head spinning. But I did as she asked and quickly pulled out my phone and set it to record.
“Dean Warmer is blackmailing me!” she hissed. “My roommate cheated on her history exam last semester and he says I helped and is going to pin the blame on both of us if I don’t play ball!”
“Play ball?”
Is she saying what I think she’s saying?
“He made me say these things about Professor Grey,” she whispered. “But I never even met him. We never even interacted. I don’t even think I asked a single question in class!”
“And why haven’t you said anything to anybody?” I asked, feeling suddenly like a lawyer.
“He’s the dean! Who would believe me? But now he’s obviously doing the same thing to you,” she said. “What’s he have on you?”
“What’s he have—oh, uh…nothing. He just warned me that Professor Grey would try to take advantage of me.”
Christy scoffed and rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might pass out. “Take advantage? Please. Does he even know Professor Grey’s reputation?”
“Reputation?” I asked.
“He is, like, the complete professional,” she replied. “Tons of girls have tried getting with him over the years, but it never happens. We honestly were starting to think he was celibate, like a monk or something.”
“But why…” I muttered. “Why would he do this?”
“Rumor has it, his wife came onto Professor Grey,” Christy explained. “When she got denied, she got pissed and told the whole thing to her husband, who couldn’t believe she’d ever try and cheat on him, so he’s going after Caleb for it.”
My blood boiled inside my veins. My heart couldn’t beat any faster without exploding. If I’d had something nearby to smash, I would have smashed it into pieces.
That son of a bitch!
He was pure evil. Instead of getting pissed at his wife and divorcing her, this son of a bitch was going after Caleb, who had done nothing wrong, and trying to ruin his relationship with me. All because he’d been scorned, scorned by a woman who probably never loved him in the first place.
Unbelievable…
Caleb was being so professional (with everyone but me, of course), and here was Dean Warmer, plotting to ruin him like some kind of James Bond villain, threatening another student with false accusations in order to get him what he wanted. This “man” had no place anywhere near academia.
“Say it again, Christy,” I said, aiming my phone directly at her. “So everyone
can hear.”
The latch on the door began to turn, and Christy leaned in fast.
“Dean Warmer is blackmailing me!” she hissed into my phone. “Professor Grey never touched me, and now he’s trying to get…”
“Lizbeth,” I said, filling in the blank.
“Lizbeth to lie for him!”
The door opened, I pulled my phone away and both of us shut up and sat back, doing our best to act casual, which was near impossible considering how hard I was raging inside.
“So,” the dean said as he sat down uncomfortably close beside me. “Have you two had enough time to discuss things?”
I looked at Christy, who simply nodded, doing her best to still look miserable and used.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good,” Dean Warmer chuckled. “Very good.”
You have no idea, you bastard, I thought as he began to speak. You have no idea…
Chapter Thirteen
Caleb
Office hours. I hated office hours because nobody ever came. These days, with a TA and online study groups, nobody wanted one-on-one time with the professor, and the only girl I would want one-on-one time with had left my house about an hour ago and was probably in class right now or doing homework.
I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and sitting alone in my empty office waiting for students to come by who I knew wouldn’t be coming was only making it harder. It…
I wasn’t completely full mast, but that didn’t stop the enormous bulge from showing in my pants. If some random girl decided to come in for some extra help right now or questions on the syllabus, I’d have slide under the desk or use my laptop to cover it up. It was incredible. I’d blown two huge loads inside of her already, and she was all I could think about still.
Lizbeth…my Lizbeth…
I was in love. It was strange to realize, but it was true. That thing that I’d been missing in my life, it had been her. Holding out had been the right decision, because now that I’d found her, I knew that all those other girls I’d turned down had been worth it.
