by Parker Grey
“You’re fucking filthy,” I whisper.
Chapter 15
Melody
I don’t know what’s gotten into me as I lick my own juices from Professor Sharpe’s finger, tasting myself in a way I never have before.
This isn’t me. I’m a nice girl who’s had a few questionable hookups in college, but those were drunk fumbling — nothing like this.
No one’s ever made me tremble with desire before. No one’s ever nearly made me come in seconds before.
No one’s ever said they were going to fuck my sweet, tight cunt before. And the astonishing part?
I like it.
“You’re fucking filthy,” he whispers, and he’s right. I am, and it’s great.
In a flash, I’m standing on my own feet again, my skirt still around my hips, and he’s pushing me toward the table in the center of the room until my hips are against it and he’s pressing against my back, his long, thick cock nestled between my bare buttocks.
I reach behind myself and grab his shaft through his pants, and he groans, his hands tightening on my hips, so I fumble with his belt, trying to get his pants off.
Professor Sharpe chuckles and guides my hands away for a moment while he unbuckles and unzips his pants, his cock springing free and its hard heat pressing against my ass, my skirt still hiked over my hips.
If someone were to walk in right now, it would be impossible to misinterpret what’s happening. I just hope the door is properly locked as I wrap my fingers around his cock behind me.
Even though I’ve seen it before, I’m somehow still surprised at how big it is. I’m not even nervous, though.
I just want it, and I stand on my toes, bending forward, trying to guide him to my wet, aching opening, the only thing that can give me any relief.
He stops me, wrapping his hand around mine and chuckling.
“Not like this, you filthy kitten,” he says, taking my shoulder in his other hand. “I told you I’d fuck you bent over the desk and I will.”
He pushes me forward and I let him until my elbows are on the shiny wooden table, my hips against the edge. I’m standing on my toes, back arched, looking over my shoulder at him as he strokes his big, thick cock with one hand.
“Please,” I say, practically begging him.
He strokes himself one more time, and then he’s at my entrance, one hand tight on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he eases between my lips, pushing the tip of his cock into my entrance, stretching me wide.
“You like having your tight little cunt stretched out like this?” he asks, his voice just a rough whisper. Just the head of his cock is inside me, and there’s that word again — cunt —I thought I didn’t like it, but it sounds so hot coming from him.
“I like it when you stretch me out,” I whisper, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Fill me up, please, I can’t wait any—”
With one quick, hard stroke he pushes all the way inside me, filling me so utterly and completely that the only thing I can do is gasp. I swear I see sparks in front of my eyes and next thing I know my forehead in on my hands, on the table, and I’m moaning.
Professor Sharpe pulls my hips against him and pushes himself millimeters deeper, somehow, and I moan again, the sound strangled because I’m also biting my lip.
Then he bends over me, his chest against my back, still completely inside me. I feel his teeth against the back of my neck and clench my hands as he bites me, softly.
I just moan. I can’t even form coherent thoughts as he pulls out and then starts fucking me. He’s slow at first, but deep. With every stroke, he thrusts into me harder and harder.
It’s fucking unbelievable. His thick, perfect cock hits every pleasure center inside me, again and again, and I’m so completely filled and stretched that I can barely think, only moan and gasp, the side of my face pressed against the cool table.
In no time at all I’m about to come, even though I’m trying not to.
“Professor,” I whisper.
“Come for me,” he growls, taking my hair in one hand and just barely pulling. “I want to feel your sweet pussy as you lose control on my cock, kitten.”
“Fuck, Professor,” I whisper as he hammers me on this table, my eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure almost more than I can bear. “That feels so good.”
“Come like the filthy girl you are,” he commands.
It’s like my body obeys him, because I come instantly, hard. I think I cry out, my voice echoing off the table I’m lying on, my fingers and toes all curling as wildfire tears through me, burning me sweetly from the inside, again and again. I’m shaking and trembling, all my muscles clenched, but I keep coming.
Finally, it subsides. I open my eyes again, staring at the table. Professor Sharpe bends over me and bites my ear.
“That was so fucking sexy,” he says, pushing himself so deep I bite my lip. “I could make you come every day and never get tired of watching it, kitten.”
Then he comes with a jolt, so hard I can feel his cock jerking as he empties himself inside me.
“Fuck, kitten,” he murmurs, over and over again. “Fuck you feel good. Fucking perfect.”
I squeeze my pussy muscles like I’m trying to milk him, trying to get every single drop out of him. I don’t know why, but I feel oddly possessive of him right now, like this belongs to me and I want it all.
Then he pulls out. I stand, shakily, and feel him slide down my inner thigh. Professor Sharpe pulls his pants back up, zips his fly, then grabs a box of tissues from a sideboard in the room and presses it between my legs.
As he does, he kisses me again, hard and deep but somehow surprisingly tender. In that moment, I feel more vulnerable than ever before — more vulnerable than moments before, when he was fucking me on the table, but also oddly safe, taken care of.
“You should go first,” he murmurs. “We still can’t get caught.”
I nod silently, not sure what to say, and turn away, looking for my coat and backpack.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“Melody,” he says, his voice low and quiet.
I inhale sharply and look up at him.
“Yes?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer. He just looks at me for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he kisses me again, deep and slow and long.
“I’ll call you,” he says. “Promise.”
We kiss again, and then I put on my coat and backpack and leave the study room.
The student union is empty. Campus is almost empty, and as I walk back to my apartment, it starts to snow.
Chapter 16
Professor Sharpe
I’ve read the same thesis statement at least five times about the bureaucratic structure of the Byzantine kingdom, but I’ve got no fucking idea what it says. Instead, I’m thinking about the same thing I’ve been thinking of all day: Melody, her sweet skin below my lips. Her honey on my tongue, the way her eyes went wide when I pushed her against the wall and slid my fingers inside her.
The Eastern Roman Empire had several notable governmental structures which, taken together...
She’s coming over tonight, to my house, where it’s safe and we won’t get caught. Yesterday was risky — much, much too risky.
I try the sentence yet again.
The Eastern Roman...
My phone buzzes, and I pick it up in a split second. I know I should block her texts or something, at least while I’m at work, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stand the thought of not getting one of them, or delaying one by even a few hours.
It’s a picture: a pair of jeans, unzipped and pulled partly down, a shaved pussy, a hand. My dick instantly goes from half-hard to full mast.
The next picture comes through: two fingers in Melody’s mouth.
I force myself not to groan, and I turn my phone off. Now there’s no way I’m going to be able to grade this final paper, because I can’t even get through the first page.
I don’t want to jerk off in my o
ffice yet again, for what feels like the millionth time, but I don’t know if I’ve got a choice. I need the twenty minutes of respite it gives me just to do my job.
Just as I’m unzipping my pants, there’s a quiet knock on the door, and I zip my pants again instantly.
“Come in,” I call.
The door opens slowly.
Then Melody peeks around, and my stomach sinks.
“Oh, you’re still here,” she says, casually. “I think everyone else has gone home.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I get the message loud and clear.
“Just finishing up some final grading,” I say, trying to sound stern. “I’ve got to get this done by tomorrow afternoon.”
She comes into my office and closes the door.
“I just had a few questions about my thesis,” she says softly, putting her backpack on the floor. “It’ll only take a moment.”
Melody walks around my desk toward me. She looks half like a vixen, all wide eyes and flowing hair, and half nervous as a schoolgirl.
I take her hand and hold it to my face, sniffing her fingers. The scent is unmistakably her musk. Without thinking I lick her fingers, sucking them into my mouth, getting the last traces of her off them.
“Did you like my picture?” she whispers.
“I like all your pictures,” I say. “What did you want to ask me about your thesis?”
I grab her hips and pull her forward until she’s straddling my lap, still in my office chair. She’s breathing hard, and she glances at the door like she’s suddenly uncertain about this.
I chuckle, leaning back, and squeeze her perky, pert ass in my hands, moving her hips against my massive, throbbing erection.
“You don’t get to be unsure about this now, kitten,” I say. “You’re the one who sent me a dirty fucking text and then came into my office, wet as fuck, looking for one thing.”
She blushes and looks down, trailing a hand along my chest.
“I know,” she says. “But, is this really...”
I’m not listening. I’m unbuttoning her jeans, pulling her roughly against me, her soft, taut belly against my fingers.
She gasps, her hands on my shoulders, her hips rolling.
For just a moment, I have the strangest thought — her taut, slim belly protruding with a baby bump.
My baby bump.
I don’t know why but the thought drives me completely fucking wild and I grab her head, pulling her down and crushing her mouth to mine. I push my other hand into her pants, underneath her panties, and I find her wetness instantly.
I slide my fingers past her clit, flicking it once, and Melody moans quietly into my mouth as my fingers travel south to her soaking wet slit.
“Professor,” she whispers as I insert two, then three, her tight channel closing around me hotly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself.”
I bite her neck, right on the spot where I left a mark yesterday, and curl my fingers inside her hard, moving the heel of my hand against her clit.
“You’re going to pay for it,” I whisper back.
Then I take my slick fingers out of her channel and move them down, more, until I’m using her own wetness to circle her tight, puckered back hole.
Melody gasps. I press one finger against the tight ring, just barely pushing my fingertip inside her, and she bites her lip.
I’m nearly breathless with desire, but I force myself to go steady and slow even though what I want is to bury my cock inside her tight, perfect ass, the only place on her I haven’t been yet.
I need it. I need her, to take her, own her, claim her. It’s a deep, primal need, one I can’t even explain to myself.
Then she grinds her hips against me more, her eyes wide and innocent, and I grin at her.
“Tell me you like that,” I say, and push my finger just a fraction deeper, up to the first knuckle.
Melody inhales sharply.
“I like that,” she whispers.
Then she looks at me and swallows, her eyes a little unfocused as she rocks herself back and forth, working my finger a little deeper into her ass and the heel of my hand against her clit.
“Are you going to... fuck me there?” she asks, looking nervous. “I’ve never done that before.”
I chuckle again. I want to, but we need to work up to that.
“Not yet,” I say, and withdraw my hand. “Take your pants off, Melody.”
She does it, first pulling off her snow boots and then working her jeans and panties down her legs slowly, looking at me the whole time. It shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
As she gets undressed, I unbutton and unzip my pants, and I swear her eyes glow with a feral light as I pull out my cock and stroke it.
“Melody,” I say, my voice suddenly low and commanding. “Come ride my cock.”
Chapter 17
Melody
I take two steps forward, toward Professor Sharpe. I feel like he’s expecting me to suddenly become some kind of super-experienced sex goddess who’s going to ride his cock like a pony or something, and I don’t think I can do that.
I’m way, way more horny than I am experienced, but I straddle him again anyway, my hips in his strong, firm hands as I kneel over him on the wide seat of his office chair.
“Like this?” I whisper.
“Close,” he says, and then he pulls me down until the tip of his cock is pressed against my slick entrance and I’m practically pulsing with desire.
I steady myself with the back of the chair, and then I ease myself down onto him in a single stroke, gasping as he fills me up.
“Like this,” he growls. “If you’re going to come into my office, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”
Fuck, the consequences feel good.
I couldn’t care less that it’s the afternoon and we’re in his office — granted, I’m pretty sure we’re the only people in the entire building since it’s a day before winter break starts, but it’s not crazy to think that another professor could be here and decide to pop by.
“I just needed this,” I whisper. I shift my hips and he moves inside me, his thick cock hitting all my pleasure spots, lighting me up in a chain. “I didn’t think I could wait until tonight.”
He groans, leaning back in his chair. I’m still rocking back and forth, his entire length in me, shifting and driving me completely wild.
“You’re an impatient little minx,” he says. “It’s a good thing I like fucking you so much.”
He runs his hands up my body, shoving my shirt and bra over my breasts, and pinches both nipples in his hands, rolling them between his fingers, the sensation right on the edge of pleasure and pain.
I moan, and it comes out strangled as I’m trying to keep myself from making too much noise.
“I wanted this all semester,” I say. I’m almost whimpering, because it feels so good, his hands on my body, driving me wild, controlling me completely. He could do anything to me right now and I’d let him, because I’m completely and utterly under his spell.
“Wanted what?” he asks, grinning. His hands are back on my hips, rougher this time, and he’s moving me up and down slightly, his massive cock barely moving in and out of my tight pussy.
I swallow. It’s not that I’m too shy to say right now, I just can’t think of words.
“This,” I say. “I wanted to fuck you.”
He pulls me down, sinking himself deep inside me, my pussy lips against his suit fabric.
“You wanted to traipse into my office, wet as hell, climb on top of me and ride my big, fat cock where anyone could hear you?” he rumbles.
I nod, breathless, and I swear my pussy spasms just hearing him say it. No one’s ever talked to me like this before, and the one or two clumsy attempts at dirty talk from other people have been... disappointing.
“You like getting stretched out like this, Melody?” he growls. “Going slow, feeling every fucking millimeter of me inside you, claiming you?”
I inhale sharply.
Claiming?
But my body responds. God does my body respond, just as he fucks me a little harder, sending a sharp spike of sheer pleasure shuddering through me. My fingers curl harder around his shoulders.
“Yes,” I say.
He moves his hands so he’s grabbing my ass, and I’m still riding him. My mind is starting to blink in and out with pleasure, the wildfire starting somewhere in my loins and threatening to overtake me completely. I feel utterly helpless against it, but I couldn’t care less.
“Good,” he says, and then he moves one hand down the crack of my ass and swirls it around the tight bud of my back hole.
I bite my lip and look at him, his face completely serious, pure lust written all over it.
Professor Sharpe sits up and moves his hand past my asshole to my slick, full entrance and along with his next thrust, slides it inside me along with his cock.
I gasp at the new addition, stretching even further to accommodate it. If he fills me even a little bit more, I don’t think I’ll be able to move.
But just as quickly as he put it in he pulls it back out and smears my puckered hole with my own juices, and I relax into him.
“You’re so fucking wet, Melody,” he says, finger swirling. “Even though I’m fucking you, there’s still enough juice for your ass.”
My eyes are threatening to slide closed, even though I love watching him while we fuck, as he talks dirty to me.
“That’s because it feels so good when you’re inside me,” I say.
He pushes the tip of his finger into my asshole. I gasp, and I can feel myself clench around him.
“Relax, kitten,” he whispers. “It’ll feel good if you let it.”
I take a deep breath and make myself relax, leaning forward until my head is on his shoulder. I’m still riding his cock, slowly and deeply, moaning softly.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, sliding more of his finger into my ass.