Before he could answer, she dipped her finger again and put it to his lips. The tingling sensation she felt as his mouth suckled on her made her moan, low, guttural, and sensual. Pulling her finger from his mouth, she dropped it to the rim of his jeans.
“Professor Grey?” he looked to her with uncertainty.
“Misty, while we’re in my home,” she commanded him.
“Misty?”
“Yes, Mr. Fletcher?” she cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to stop her hand from travelling further. But he didn’t and so she did. Her hand slipped under the waist of his jeans and his boxers.
Cory blew out a low breath as he gripped the counter, “Um, Misty. Aren’t you married?”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with you,” she smirked as she began to stroke him gently. His erection grew firmer with every pass of her hand around his cock.
“What this has everything to do with ... is you getting a passing grade in my class. You’ve already made a mess of my kitchen and burned one of my favorite pots. The least you can do is,” she paused searching for the right words, “Entertain some ideas I might have about particular extra credit assignments to add to your syllabus.”
Cory grabbed her hand to stop her, “I don’t want my grades dependant on my, um, performance. I think I should go home and study a bit before I take on any of your extra credit.”
Misty smirked, “Smart boy. How about you take some time to think about what you want and when you come here tomorrow, you let me know exactly what you think about my syllabus ideas?”
“I think I know what I have in mind,” he mumbled before lowering his face down to hers. His lips hovered just in front of hers as he mumbled, “I just hope you like what I have to say.”
And without another word, he kissed her. It was deep and passionate, far more passionate than Misty ever imagined as she continued to move her hand up and down over his erection. Her body moved in closer, his hands gripped her by the nape of her neck before travelling down her back. His large, sturdy hands gripped her ass and hoisted her up onto the counter.
There Misty was, in her kitchen, with a college junior between her legs, cooking his way to better grade and kissing her into an affair she only considered in her dreams. It was a fantasy. It was coming true.
Chapter 4
“YOUR PROFESSOR!!!” Cory screamed at his reflection. “This isn’t happening!”
“Well, whatever’s happening in there, bro, can you hurry up? I gotta shower, man.”
The sound of Cory’s roommate travelled through the door interrupting his self implosion. Swinging the door open, he saw Greg standing there with nothing but a towel around his waist and a phone in his hand. He gazed up from the screen long enough to ask Cory the same question. This time it was silently with a raised eyebrow.
“I got a problem. I think I need some advice,” he admitted.
“Whatever, man,” Greg pushed past him and turned on the shower. “Talk to me while I get ready. Janine is gonna kill me, I’m so late.”
Cory had survived three years of college rooming with Greg. They weren’t exactly friends but they didn’t hate each other either. It was better than some of the other horror stories their actual friends had to put up with. Every once in awhile, he and Greg shared a piece of their lives with each other. And right now, Cory needed advice from someone with more sexual experience than himself.
So without any reservations, he followed his roommate into the bathroom. Greg poked his head out from behind the shower curtain with a curt smile on his lips, “Damn, bro, this must be really bad if you’re willing to shower with me.”
“Shut up and just hear me out,” Cory rolled his eyes. He only had a few minutes before he’d be running late himself. So he took a deep breath and asked him, “So what would you do if one of your professors was interested in you?”
“Sounds like you hit the jackpot! If they’re hitting on you, you can always punch him in the throat, but I like to go for the figurative gut check, like an A in the course.”
“So this has happened to you before?”
“No, but Janine gets hit on all the time by her professors. There isn’t much she can do with them having tenured positions, but she says that the threat of a sexual harassment scandal scares most of them into doing whatever she wants.”
“Has she ever, you know?” Cory wondered.
“Slept with one of them?” he poked his head back out from the shower curtain. “Not to my knowledge. Although, me being her boyfriend these last two years has probably slowed her down a bit.”
“Sorry man, I wasn’t thinking. I want to try things out with this older woman but-”
“Dude, I know you’re not talking about Professor Taylor. She’s like 90 and I don’t care how much she knows about the human anatomy, that’s not a grade worth tappin that for,” he laughed.
“Of course not!” Cory shook his head, scared at the imagery that flashed through it.
“Well, the only other professors worth boning are all married, mostly to guys closely associated with this school if not current faculty members,” he told him in a serious tone.
“So you wouldn’t suggest it?”
“Dude, I don’t know what to tell you. Fucking a faculty member is one thing, fucking a married one is digging an extra grave for yourself. I wouldn’t, but that’s just me. Not to mention your situation is a bit peculiar, you know?” he turned the water off and Cory tossed the towel over the curtain rod.
Cory ran his fingers through his hair, even more confused than before, “There’s nothing wrong with waiting.”
“You sounded just like Janine,” he laughed, “But you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with waiting but the reason you’re waiting is way different than hers and every other normal virgin. You want your first time to be as spectacular as porn and that’s just not realistic. I’m sorry to tell you this but most women kind of let you take the lead, let us do our thing, they may or may not participate. You may or may not get you dick sucked. But you are guaranteed a nut and that’s about it. If you think your first time is going to like some kinky wet dream from Busty Babes Number Five, you’re in for a world of disappointment. The only good thing about what you said is that the woman is older. Minus the married stuff, if she can show you a thing or two, you’re in luck…”
Cory walked out while Greg was still talking. He’d heard everything he wanted to from his roommate. The only person he should really talk to about the matter was waiting for him to knock on her door. So Cory took off to the Grey residence hoping that Mr. Grey was home and that he’d only have to cook his meal and leave. As much as he wanted Misty Grey, getting caught up in something way outside of his comfort level and the scope of acceptable university behavior was too much to risk.
The door was answered by Misty Grey’s husband once again. He still had a wide smile on his face, “Back again to fuck my wife, I see.”
Cory couldn’t help but blush at the subtle truth behind the statement, “No, Sir.”
“I know, I know, I’m just messing with ya,” the man laughed opening the door for Cory to step inside, “Still a virgin, right?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled running his fingers through his hair. “Not much has changed since yesterday.”
“Good to know that there are still decent young men out there waiting for the right women. I try to tell the guys on the team that all the time, but honestly, they don’t listen. I tell them that pussy on the brain is such a distraction, but they don’t get it until their face first in the dirt with a concussion. But enough about sports, how’s cooking coming along?” he laughed, walking Cory into the kitchen.
“It’s coming along fine, Sir,” he said with a shaky voice.
“It sure is, by the way, that sauce was amazing!” he elbowed him playfully in the side, “I licked that stuff off of my wife in ways you’d ne- … Never mind, that’s not appropriate. Well, I’m going to be in the basement reviewing some game films. You have the kitch
en to yourself, and Misty will be down in a second.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he smiled.
“No, thank you, and make some more of that sauce,” the man winked before disappearing behind a door that was next to the pantry.
Cory wasn’t sure how much Mr. Grey knew about his wife, but he was sure nothing would happen with him in the house. So he relaxed a bit and got to work.
Chapter 5
Cory was doing his best not to make a mess and not to disturb Mr. Grey. He hadn’t seen Misty at all since he arrived and he was nearly done preparing his second assignment. This time was a dairy free dessert or snack. Rolling his eyes at the pan before him, he stared at a mysterious kind of granola bar he threw together. He hoped it would be enough, but that would be up to his professor.
He walked toward the front door in search of her. Misty was nowhere to be seen. So he knocked lightly on the office door before stepping inside, again, she wasn’t around.
With what happened between them yesterday, he wasn’t sure of he should, but curiosity was beckoning him upstairs. Every step he took sent panic through his heart as he wondered if Mr. Grey could hear him venturing up to the second floor.
The second floor of the home was spacious with a wide set hallway and art hanging on the walls. There was a door to his left and two to the right. The faint sound of running water travelled around the floor and just as he was about to turn around to go downstairs, he heard her voice, “Can you bring me a towel, babe?”
Did she hear me?
His mind wouldn’t stop asking the question as he realized she thought it was her husband. Not wanting to leave her waiting, he went toward the room he heard her voice come from, “Sorry, Professor Grey. It’s me. Your husband’s in the basement. I was only coming to tell you I was finished and about to take off.”
“Well, you can still bring me a towel,” she chuckled, “It’s that second door to the right of the stairs.”
Cory took a deep breath, before stepping to the bedroom with a single towel in his hand. Looking around, it didn’t feel as lived in as the rest of the house. The walls were black with white trim. There was a dresser against one wall with a large mirror and a light coming from behind a door which he presumed to be the bathroom, where Misty was waiting. He slid his hand inside to hand her the towel, “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” she laughed, but she opened the door revealing her amazing body in nothing but a thong and bra set.
Cory got hard immediately as his eyes widened while they groped every inch of her silhouette, “This isn’t, um, your husband’s right in the-”
“Right in the basement reviewing game films,” she smirked seductively. “Have you thought about your new syllabus requirements?”
“What about your husband?” he reminded her again of her pledge to love someone forever, till death do they part, and hopefully not his own.
“If I take care of him, are you okay with us moving forward?”
“Yes, if he’s okay with it, I’m in,” Cory said.
“Good, then you’re in,” she told him with certainty. She pulled Cory into the bathroom. “Your first assignment is to taste something new. On your knees, Mr. Fletcher.”
Cory’s erection continued to harden, so much so that he could barely kneel. So he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them slide down to the floor, and his cock sprung into the air.
“Very nice,” she eyed his size hungrily. But her instructions remained the same as this time she simply pointed to the ground. Cory kneeled onto the floor and it wasn’t as cold as he anticipated. But Misty propped one leg on the vanity countertop, “Your first sample.”
Cory didn’t hesitate to place his mouth over the sheer lace thong. Misty ran her fingers through his hair before grabbing his burly strands tight and bringing his lips even closer to her clit. His tongue lapped at her center, slid in her walls, and pleasured her until she orgasmed.
Pulling his face from between her thighs, she smirked, “Well, that was far better than I ever imagined.”
“I’m surprised myself,” he laughed to himself falling back onto his hands. “I don’t have the necessary course requirements to do much more than that.”
Eating pussy was his saving grace when his exes wanted sex, but his expectations were abnormally high. It became an art form for him, but nothing he’d brag about because it was simply a distraction from the bigger picture.
“Well, I can’t teach you all you need to know from here. Just relax, Mr. Fletcher. I think you’re about to pass this assignment,” she told him.
Cory did as he was told watching Misty pull a condom from a drawer in the vanity. Sliding his hard cock out of his boxers, she slid the protection on him and then herself. Her entire body moved with every gyration of her hips. She slid up his shaft and then back down. She rolled forward and then back.
Cory couldn’t believe it was happening, and that he’d given up everything so quickly, but the feeling of being inside of Misty Grey seemed to be well worth the wait. The tightness of her walls as they clenched around every inch was orgasmic and he couldn’t hold on anymore as he released himself into the condom, with Misty still on top.
The expression on her face said it all. She was disappointed, but understanding, “You’re going to make that up to me.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said with his eyes avoiding hers.
She lifted his chin, “Be here early Saturday morning. If I’m going to risk my job for this, you’re damn well gonna be worth it.”
Chapter 6
Disappointment was writhing through Cory’s body as he made his way down the stairs into Misty’s kitchen. His expectations were always on the woman and he never thought that he’d be the reason his first time wasn’t all he wanted it to be. Misty was perfect with her perky breasts and soft pink nipples. He should have ravaged her in that bathroom, but instead he came within minutes of feeling her pussy slide over him.
“It’s okay, the first time’s always a bummer,” he heard Mr. Grey say from the entryway to the basement.
“I’m sorry, Sir, what?” he played coy, uncertain of what his reaction might be.
“You burned the sauce, right? That pot yesterday? Misty said you were upset about that,” he said walking into the kitchen.
Cory let a nervous chuckle trickle from his lips, “Yeah. Right. It sucked.”
Mr. Grey moved even closer to Cory, making him extremely nervous, “You know what else sucks?”
“No, Sir,” Cory shook his head.
Mr. Grey looked around before glancing around upstairs, “The fact that you get to sleep with my wife and I couldn’t be there.”
“I think I should go and you should talk to Misty,” Cory insisted packing up his books.
“No, I’m talking to the right person. Now, my wife’s had this strange fantasy for some time now and while I don’t mind, I think I want to watch.”
“This is a very uncomfortable conversation for me, Mr. Grey,” Cory mumbled.
“Well, imagine how I must feel!” he whispered sharply. The man took an exaggerated breath, “My wife is fulfilling her fantasies without me being able to witness them. Next time you come here, be sure to take her into the office by the front door. I’d like to use this little thing you two have going as a bit of leverage for her to okay my own sultry dreams.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll be expelled. I’m not Mr. Grey. I’m Coach Maddox Grey of the Blue Devils and you’re fucking my wife. I have more pull than the two of you combined. No school will touch you once I’m through, not even an online university. So get her cute little cunt into that office and you will perform as she wants and to the best of your abilities. I’ll be excited to review this game film when it’s done,” he leered before walking off.
Cory had a lot of thinking to do and as the week went by, he’d made up his mind to fulfill his course requirements to Professor Grey, and to appease her husband as well.
When she opened the door, that
early morning, Misty was wearing nothing but a T-shirt. One of her husband’s no doubt as it swayed just around her thighs. Cory barely let her get a word in before he plunged his tongue into her mouth. They crashed into a passionate embrace as he whispered to her in panting breaths, “Is your husband home?”
“No,” she responded.
“Good, I’ve been practicing and don’t want him to hear,” he winked pushing her into the office right off the front door.
“Cory!” she cried out as he pushed her over the edge of the desk, spread her legs and ate her pussy from behind. He was going to show her he was worth every minute they spent together. He tongued her down, allowing himself to get buried in the moment. While he wondered for a second whether Mr. Grey was in the room, he couldn’t keep his mind off of Misty, or his hands.
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