Christine Vs. Professor

by Alexis Angel

  "Much better," I grin at him, my eyes roaming over his perfect muscles.

  He grabs my hair by the root, tilting my head back and pressing his body against mine as he lays his mouth over my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. I exhale loudly, my hands rubbing against his chest and feeling the rugged outline of his chiseled muscles.

  I grab his belt and unbuckle it with hurried movements, sliding it off his pants with a sweeping motion. My hands find that sweet spot under his belly and I lace my fingers around the hem of his pants, looking for the clasp of his zipper as he kisses my neck. I can already feel his cock standing to attention, pushing against the opening of his pants as I finally slide his zipper down. I open up my hand and press my palm against his thick shape, my mind burning with anticipation.

  "You’re huge... sir," I whisper, remembering how he wants me to address him. How he wants me to defer to him. There’s something about calling him sir that I really can’t quite explain… It just makes me so fucking wet. And he knows it too - I can almost feel his grin as he kisses me up my neck and lays his lips against my ear.

  "Of course I am," he states matter-of-factly, as if he has heard it all before - which he probably has. He runs his hands up the side of my body, taking them over to my bare shoulders, and then moves them down again, savoring each inch of my body with the tip of his fingers. Then, when he finally makes the hike up to my bra, he places his spread fingers over my breasts, my hard nipples brushing against the fabric. He pushes the cup down, baring my right nipple, and brushes his thumb over it. I bite my lip as he does it, a moan tickling my throat.

  An heavy sigh leaves my lips as his fingers dart to the shoulder straps of my bra and he pushes them down. I let the cups droop and then fall to the floor, and he pulls me into him, unhooking the bra and pulling it off my arms. He presses into me, his mouth on mine as I shiver, feeling my nipples brush against his warm chest, my breasts squeezed between our bodies.

  He grabs my ass, his long fingers feeling just perfect as they cup my cheeks, and lifts me up against the wall. I lace my legs behind his back as he holds me, kissing me eagerly as his crotch presses against mine. I feel the shape of his hard cock brushing against my inner thighs, dangerously close to the wet patch of fabric on my thong, and it is as if I have just taken a shot of adrenaline. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second, desire exerting its pull on me viciously. It’s lust and it’s passion, it’s frenzied desire. Sweet God, this is way better than how I imagined it would be. And we still haven’t started!

  This is something else. This is like a tidal wave, one that sweeps you out of your feet and drags you back to the ocean. It’s something wild and exciting and, at the same time, the most comforting thing in the world. In one word, it’s perfection.

  I run my hands through his hair, lost in his embrace.

  "This is the best decision I have ever made… sir," I whisper, his closeness making my body boil. He licks his lips and looks me in the eyes, a wild hunger taking over his face.

  "It sure is," he says offhandedly, and then kisses me again, pulling me deeper into that irresistible ocean of pleasure.

  I feel desire dancing under my skin as we kiss, our tongues battling against each other. But then he pulls my back off the wall and, still carrying me, walks across the room and heads straight to his desk. He swipes the tabletop with a sudden movement of his hand, sending folders and papers tumbling into the floor, and only then does he lays me down on top of the desk. I’m breathing deeply when he hooks his fingers on the back of my knees and pulls me into him with quick and agile movements, only stopping when my ass is over the edge of the desk. He places one hand on my hip and leans into me, his face so close to mine that our noses almost brush against each other.

  "You make me so fucking hard" he whispers, my blood boiling as his words reach me. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve gotten hard during class just looking at you,” he continues, this time leaving all playfulness out from his voice. I smile gently at him, my heart turning to mush. With both hands on his face, I reach for him and brush my lips gently against his. I don't know why but, hearing him say it... I needed to hear it - I needed to know how much he wants me. How I make him hard. It just feels amazing to be desired by a man like him.

  His fingertips brush against my belly, slowing climbing up my stomach and meeting the soft flesh of my breasts. He cups them, gently squeezing as my nipples peek between his outstretched fingers. I rest my hands over his, making him squeeze harder as I wriggle under his touch.

  I push my hips upwards, anxious for more. Lacing my legs behind his back I reel him in, the bulge under his boxers rubbing between my thighs. God, I need that. Clawing with my hands at his back I keep thrusting with my hips, grinding against his cock desperately.

  His pants come down as I push on them with jerking motions, grabbing at the hem of his boxers in the process and sending it all down his legs. He kicks off his shoes and wriggles free of the rest of his clothing; the sight of his naked body makes my heart kick, punch and scream against my chest, anxiety seeping through to my blood. As if with a will of its own, my hand darts down and grabs his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape quickly. I feel him pulse against my hand, his desire for mim palpable - is there anything better in the whole world?

  I start stroking him hard, my hand tracing the whole length of his member. I can't shake off the desire to simply guide him inside me, but I’m patient - we are not going anywhere soon. Still grabbing his cock, I sit up on the desk and place my free hand around his neck; I pull him into me, forcing his mouth to go straight for my breasts. He does it happily, wrapping his full lips around my nipple and sucking eagerly as I moan, my hand still going up and down on his cock.

  I pull back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth, and throw him an anxious look.

  “What do you want?” He asks me, grinning, but he already knows the answer.

  “Your cock, sir… I want your cock,” I tell him in a hushed tone.

  “On your knees, then,” he commands me, and I climb down from the desk and go down in one flowing movement. I point his cock at my mouth and, my eyes locked on his, I lower my head, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brush it against his tip, covering every single inch of it with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrap my lips around his glans, sucking as I slide back. I can almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I do it over and over again. Only when he seems to expect me to carry on like that do I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasps, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.

  I take a moment to look up into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.

  "Do you like it, sir…?" I ask him, and an expression that pleads for more lights up his face. I go back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he’s enjoying it, what can I say about me? I’m loving it so much I could go on forever.

  He has other plans though.

  Pushing my head back, he grabs my hands and pulls me up to my feet; in a heartbeat, he pushes me back on top of the desk once more, and then he hooks his fingers on my thong and tugs on it viciously, pulling it down my legs. He slides one finger up my leg and traces the contour of my groin, closing in on my pussy but then going back down again, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, anxious for his touch, but he takes his time - when he finally brushes his fingers over my pussy I become as wet as all the oceans put together. Then, as if he feels I’m ready for whatever he wants to do with me, he throws me a devilish smile and places both his hands on my knees. He pushes them apart, opening my legs and then kneels between them.

  I run my tongue over my lips, anticipating what’s to come. Kneeling on the floor, he positions his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licks my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine
. He goes back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he presses one finger above my clit I’m already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.

  Gently, he rubs my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grab his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licks me, my pussy in flames as his lips suck and kiss. I lock my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I’m a woman possessed.

  I’m out of control and, judging by the way his tongue furiously licks me, he is enjoying it as much as me - if that is even possible. I keep pressing against him until I start to feel that familiar pressure, one that makes me clench my insides and brace myself for the incoming wave.

  I grit my teeth and let a moan escape between them as my body shakes, that electric orgasm travelling outwards from my pussy to my limbs, and finally nestling inside my mind. My skin prickles and I exhale deeply, fully knowing that Anders won’t stop there. Hell, he’s just starting.

  He keeps lapping at me, slowing down just enough for me to regain my strengths. He caresses my clit with his tongue, gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive it feels. But as I start moaning once more he goes back to that vicious rhythm. I bite my lip and grab the hard edges of the desk, my clit still so sensitive that each time his tongue touches it I feel as if I have been hit by lightning. And I love it.

  I’m already arching my back when he slides one finger inside me, prodding and exploring carefully, my whole body twitching in pleasure. I open my legs wider as he slides one more finger inside, pulling them in and out furiously as he keeps licking my clit.

  I can even feel my jaw quivering, my whole body buzzing as my muscles tense up like a bowstring pulled to its maximum.

  "Professor..." I intone, loving the way that forbidden word rolls over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Professor..."

  I’m still saying it when my muscles shake once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turns into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.

  He gives one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, and he slowly stands up, towering over me. He leans into me and kisses my cheek, right over the corner of my mouth. I can taste myself in his lips and I love it - I love how he wants me, I love how he can’t get enough of my body.

  "More..." I beg, not caring if my body still hasn’t recovered. He eases his body into me, his cock parting my folds wide as his shaft fights against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grab his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pull him in, forcing his twelve inches as deep as they can go. Then I relax my hold and he goes back, only his tip inside of me. He holds his position there, teasing, and I bury my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please, sir..."

  In one swift motion he pierces me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he goes, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.

  "Harder!" I moan between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I have Anders-fever and it’s just perfect.

  He keeps thrusting at me as I embrace him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would give anything to remain like this. It’s more than sex - it’s closeness, it’s... It’s everything I needed.

  With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I come once more. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice and still he keeps going as a sea of pleasure licks at my body.

  "I can't have enough of you..." I tell him, making sure that he knows it. It’s a truth so perfect that I just can’t keep it to myself. I nibble at his earlobe as the orgasm washes back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing all at once. I’m a hot mess and, still, I want more. I want so much more... I know I won't be happy until my muscles ache and my legs become so weak I won't be able to stand.

  I run my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I place both hands on his chest and smile at him.

  "Make me yours, sir..."

  "If you say so," he grins at me, a grin that tells me I’m in for a world of ecstasy. He takes his hands to my hips and makes me roll to the side. I place my legs on the floor but remain bent over the desk, my back and ass turned to him. His hands run down my back and over the curve of my ass; he slides his fingers under it and, finding my pussy, slides one finger inside. I wriggle my hips, anxious for his cock. I don't have to wait long - with his hands on my lower back, his fingers gently resting over my dimples, he eases himself in. His body is on top of mine, rocking softly and pressing me down on the mattress.

  I grab the desk as hard as I can, pressing my forehead on its surface as he softly goes in and out of me. He’s doing it slowly and gently, as if he has all the time in the world. And, if it’s up to me, he can have as much time as he wants to explore my body.

  He keeps going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time is irrelevant. For the first time in my life I come like that, pleasure drawn out of me with gentleness and care. There is no need for harshness or for him to go harder... Just slow and steady, his body pressed on mine, his breath against my neck - what more do I need?

  I moan and whisper his name, both things sounding the same to me. My body tingles, a sense of pure bliss washing over me.

  "Oh, Anders..." I purr, a satisfying numbness taking hold of my limbs.

  Still inside of me he hooks his fingers on my hips and makes me jut my ass up as he thrusts, his hips still rocking back and forth. I bend over even more, my breasts pressed against the desk’s surface and thrusting my ass back, his cock as hard as it has ever been. He starts as slow as before but his pace grows steadily. Soon enough his thighs are slapping my ass, the sound of it wild and free. He rams me hard, each stroke of his cock forcing me to scream louder and louder. I can feel nothing but the rhythmic thrust of his cock - all of my body has become numb, pleasure coating all of my senses and leaving everything out.

  It isn't sex and it isn't making love. It’s transcendence. Pure and absolute transcendence. How else to describe it? In this moment, my whole universe is his naked body - the sound he makes when he breathes out, his warm skin brushing against mine, his long fingers on my lower back... It’s joy, bliss and rapture all rolled into one. It’s Anders.

  Harder and harder he goes, the ferocity of his body overpowering me and making my legs wobble. My whole body feels weak and, if it weren’t for the desk, I’d just fall down to the floor. I start screaming as he thrusts mercilessly, his hands locking me in place as a vice, but then I remember exactly where I am and grit my teeth, forcing myself to shut up. I can feel the muscles in his forearms bulging, his whole body tensing up as he holds his breath and thrusts so fast I’m almost sure I’m going to pass out.

  But I don't pass out - I scream my lungs off and grab the edges of the desk viciously as thorns of a perfect orgasm lace my whole body, a high so perfect I’m not sure if I'll ever be able to think straight again. I’m deep into oblivion and I want to stay there and drown in sweet delight. I have never felt anything like this - it’s like a dream, surreal sensations crawling under my skin. I feel as if I’m floating, my pussy spasming around his cock in a way I didn’t know to be possible.

  Seeing me like that does it for him. Anders thrusts his cock as deeply as he can and I moan as he comes. His body is static and tense, all that tension inside of him slowly seeping out. I feel his cock spasm violently inside me, his warm semen gushing and coating my insides, filling me. To see, feel and hear his pleasure, knowing I’m the one responsible for it... My own orgasms seem to pale in comparison to this feeling. I hold still, breathing hard as Anders surrenders to the crashing waves that engulf us both.

  Only when his hands ease their grip do I move, his still hard cock sliding out of me. I turn to him, panting, and look up at the perfect man t
hat towers over me.

  "This… was perfect."

  “It was,” he whispers, “but I’m not done yet.” I feel my insides clenching at his words, and then he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. Pulling me up, he makes me sit on the edge of his desk and then forces me to part my legs. His cum is already dripping out of my folds, sliding down my thighs and pooling on the flat surface of his desk.

  With his lips curled into a deliciously wicked grin, he goes down on his knees, never taking his eyes out of mine. His hands are still on my knees, keeping my legs spread wide, and he leans into me, slowly parting his lips. He lays his mouth against my drenched pussy and then starts to lap at my inner lips with his tongue, scooping up his own cum and driving me completely insane. I can’t believe that he’s doing this… God, it seems that for a man like Anders there really are no limits.

  When he finally takes all the cum that was in my pussy into his mouth, he stands up and, smiling, leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes and, allowing instinct to guide me, I push my tongue inside his mouth. We kiss like that, swapping his cum while it drips down our chins. Pulling back from me, he runs his tongue down my chin, licking my skin dry.

  “You drive me fucking insane, Christine,” he tells me, and my heart almost explodes my chest. Has this really happened? Oh, God, yes it did. I guess this is one of those things Ashley and Natalie talk about. In Ashley’s own words: some men will dazzle you with what they can do; for them, there are no limits. I guess she’s right.

  Professor Anders, where have you been all of my life?

  12

  Christine

  “All right, you guys, I need your advice, seriously,” I say, swirling my gin and tonic around endlessly in my hand. “I know I agreed to fuck Anders and that we can keep our…” I wave my hand around in the air, in imminent danger of spilling my drink, “bedroom relationship and our professional relationship separate, but damn…I just hate this. What kind of future UN ambassador uses her body to get her start at the UN?”