by Amy Brent
I was a forty-two-year-old, twice divorced, borderline alcoholic who live in a one bedroom shithole on a salary that was less than I made when I came out of grad school twenty years ago. I lived for the booze and the pussy. At this point in my life, little else mattered.
CHAPTER FIVE: Logan
“Why the long face?” I heard a chipper, female voice say. I shook away the darkness of my thoughts and turned to see a beautiful girl with fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders and blue eyes standing next to me at the bar. There was an empty beer mug on the bar in front of her. She was glancing sideways at me, smiling, waiting for the bartender to bring her a fresh mug of beer.
“Do I have a long face?” I asked, arching my eyebrows.
“Well, not anymore,” she said, smiling with her eyes.
I turned to look at her as the bartender slid a full mug between her hands. I let my eyes drift down her body. She was wearing a tight tank-top that strained against her big tits and stopped an inch above her belly button. She was wearing denim cutoffs and sandals. She had a nice round ass; a bubble butt, the kids called it. The shorts were low cut on her hips. I could see the top of a red thong and the hint of dimples above her luscious ass cheeks. She caught me looking and smiled again.
“See anything you like?” she asked.
I glanced around at Tom, who was staring back at me with a look of fear in his wide eyes, slowly shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered, “She’s a student. She’s off limits.”
I whispered back. “I know. I’m gonna see if her mom is here. I told you I was gonna get you laid.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” he said, picking up a napkin to wipe the foam off his lips. He wadded up the napkin and threw it at the bar. “I’m gonna take a leak. Order us another round.”
“Roger that,” I said like a good wingman. I watched him stumble through the crowd for a moment, then turned back to the hot redhead with the big tits. She had her elbows and tits resting on the bar. She was casually sipping her beer and watching ESPN on the TV behind the bar.
Was she waiting for me to hit on her, I wondered. If so, she was going to have a long wait. I didn’t fuck students. No matter how incredibly hot and seductive they were. I needed this job too much. It was all that I had left. No pussy was worth risking it. Even one that I was sure would taste as sweet as hers.
I picked up my beer and leaned my elbows on the bar like her. I pretended to watch TV, but couldn’t resist checking her out from the corner of my eye. She looked familiar. It took a moment, but I recognized her from my advanced accounting class. Candy something or other… No, Courtney… Courtney Shaw…
She was probably the smartest girl in the class.
Definitely, the hottest.
She usually kept her mane of red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and never wore makeup because, well, why would she? She always sat three rows back in the center, and sometimes asked questions that she probably already knew the answers to. I’d been teaching hot coeds long enough to know all their tricks. She wanted me to notice her, which just made me ignore her all the more. I’m a man of willpower, but a girl like her could probably wear me down if given the chance. I knew she’d probably be amazing in bed and my cock did a little twitch at the thought of it, but I had my hands full juggling the five or six mature women I was fucking. I didn’t need to complicate things by working my way through the hot girls in my class.
“I’ve seen you here before,” she said, talking to me, but keeping her eyes on the television. “Always with your sad friend, Professor Brooks.”
“How do you know my friend is sad?” I asked.
“The whole school knows that he walked in on his wife getting banged in the ass by that football player,” she said, letting her bare shoulders go up and down. “He comes in here every night and starts drinking early, then you show up after whatever it is you do to drive him home.” She turned to face me with one elbow on the bar and the mug of beer in her hand. “My question has always been, what is it that you do before you arrive here, Professor Clark? Always with your shirt misbuttoned and your hair all a mess.”
I frowned as I glanced down at the front of my shirt. It was not misbuttoned. “My shirts not…”
She smiled and tapped a fingernail to my chin. “No, but I made you look,” she said.
She took a long pull from the mug and licked the foam from her lips. My eyes followed the trail her tongue left on her lips. She slid in a step closer. Her fingers toyed with a button on my shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked, staring into her eyes. I didn’t step back. I should have, but I didn’t. My brain was screaming at me to move, but my cock was telling my feet to stand their ground.
She leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I want to suck your cock, Professor Clark. And no one would ever have to know.”
She stepped back, drank the last of her beer, and set the mug on the bar. Before she walked away, she gave me a dreamy look and licked her lips.
“I’m going to pee,” she said. “Why don’t you join me.”
CHAPTER SIX: Courtney
I saw Logan Clark the moment he came through Goldie’s front door. I’d been sitting at the corner table with my roommate Mindy and a few other friends for nearly two hours, sipping slowly on a Diet Coke to stay sober while hoping he’d show up.
I had spotted Professor Brooks at the bar when I came in. He was already slumped on his usual stool, drowning his sorrows in beer and whiskey shots.
Poor guy.
Everyone knew that he’d caught his wife banging a football player a few months back and still wasn’t over it. Since then, he was in Goldie’s every night, always at the end of the bar, always drunk and sad and whining to anyone who would listen.
If my sights hadn’t been set on nailing Logan Clark, I might have tossed poor Professor Brooks a pity-fuck, just to let him know what a young pussy felt like, and to let him know that he would be okay and could move on. There were lots of desperate old ladies on eHarmony that would have snapped him up.
Oh well, maybe Professor Clark would hook him up with one of the old bitches he was regularly banging once we started fucking. There was no doubt in my mind: once Logan Clark got a taste of what I had between my legs, he’d never want to fuck those old ladies again.
Golden State is a big school, but talk and innuendo run rampant like a small-town rumor mill. It was common knowledge that Logan Clark was fucking half the female faculty and would probably fuck the other half before all was said and done.
He seemed to be working his way through the entire academic staff. Rumor was that he was even fucking old Dean Martha Warner. If so, I bet he had to brush away the cobwebs and blow away the dust off her old cooch before shoving his big cock into her. Christ, it had to be like fucking a dry hole. I had no idea what he was thinking. Why is he screwing those old bags when he could have his pick of hot, young coeds… like me.
Maybe he was just afraid of losing his job. There were strict rules prohibiting fraternization, i.e. sex of any kind, between professors and students, but I guess the professors and administrators could fuck each other till the cows came home.
I couldn’t think of any other reason a man like Logan Clark, who could pass for thirty any day of the week, would want to shove his sweet cock into the dusty old bungholes of the faculty women.
The only woman he was fucking that was halfway decent was Sheila Denning, the head of the math department. She was probably my mom’s age and was holding up pretty well. She had a cute face, good tits, and a decent ass that the male students always commented on. I’m sorry, the other women Logan was screwing were just old skanks.
Hmmm, maybe that was his thing.
I had a daddy complex.
Maybe Logan Clark had an old skank complex.
If so… ew!!
Logan finally came in after midnight and went straight to the bar to hang with Professor Brooks, who was so drunk by then he could barely stan
d. I gave Logan time to get a couple of shots in him, then picked up an empty beer mug from the table and pushed my way to the bar.
I bellied up to the bar next to Logan, expecting him to notice me right off the bat. I had on a super-tight crop top and a pair of short denims that showed off my tan, toned legs. Logan was oblivious. He was staring off into space with a sour look on his face, like he was thinking about something he didn’t like.
I waited for a second, then cleared my throat and said, “Why the long face?” When he looked at me and smiled I almost creamed my cut-offs.
Ten minutes later, I told him I wanted to suck his cock and strolled off toward the women’s restroom. Now here I was, standing at the bathroom sink, glancing at my makeup in the mirror to kill time, waiting to hear him knock on the door.
Another two minutes went by.
Several girls knocked on the door and yelled that they had to pee, but I barked at them that the restroom was occupied.
I washed my hands and took my time drying them off.
Still, no Logan Clark.
Well, fuck.
So much for that idea.
Maybe I was too young and hot for him.
Maybe I didn’t have enough wrinkles on my face or rust on my cunt.
Maybe my boobs were too young and firm for his tastes.
Maybe I’d been wrong to set my sights on Logan Clark.
Maybe I should drag Professor Brooks back to my place and work out my frustrations on him. He wasn’t nearly as hot as Professor Clark, but he’d do in a horny pinch. He would be so grateful I bet he’d even let me use a strap-on on him.
Regardless, I wasn’t giving up on my quest to have Logan Clark’s cock inside every hole in my body.
I’d just have to adjust my strategy.
When the prey evades, the hunter adjusts.
Then I pulled open the restroom door and there he was, standing with his arms spread and hands on the doorframe, like Jesus on the cross, with a devious look in his eye. I glanced down at the front of his jeans to check out the bulge I’d been dying to see for so long. I was not disappointed
He put his hand between my breasts and pushed me back into the bathroom, then closed and locked the door.
When his dark eyes met mine and he started toward me, I felt my hot pussy juices starting to flow.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Logan
I stood at the bar for a few minutes, finishing my beer and letting my various body parts argue it out.
My brain argued that it wasn’t worth risking tenure, even if it was just a blowjob in the restroom. My brain knew from experience that blowjobs in restrooms often led to other things, like fucking in the back of a Volvo.
My cock and balls joined together to call my brain a pussy and told my feet to get moving, goddammit.
My brain called my cock and balls troublemakers and told my feet not to move.
My tongue wondered what her pussy would taste like.
My lips wondered how long her nipples might be.
My brain told them all to shut the fuck up.
Then things turned ugly.
My cock threatened to piss in my pants if it didn’t get its way.
“I think I’ve had enough,” Tom said as he stumbled back from the restroom and slid onto the stool. He frowned at the full mug of beer and the fresh whiskey shot waiting for him. “Did I order that?”
“You did,” I said, patting him on the back. “Drink up. I’m gonna take a piss, then I’ll get you home.”
My cock and balls whistled a happy tune as my feet walked us toward the restrooms at the back of the club.
My lips and tongue joined in, humming along.
Even my fingers gave a little snap.
Only my brain was silent.
It was smart enough to know when it had lost an argument.
And loved to say I told you so.
* * *
The restroom door opened just as I was about to knock. Courtney Shaw gawked at me with a shocked look on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, like maybe she didn’t think I’d call her bluff.
I put a hand between her big tits and pushed her back into the restroom. I closed and locked the door. I licked my lips and moved toward her before my brain had time to change its mind.
She was standing with her back against the wall. I stepped in front of her and pressed my body to hers. My cock pulsed against her. I kept my hands at my side. My nostrils flared as I breathed in her scent; soapy, sweaty, tangy sex.
“You said something about sucking my cock,” I said, my eyes sweeping around her beautiful face. She put her fingers on my belt buckle and leaned her lips up to mine. I pushed her hands away and shook my head. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard against the wall. She blinked at me with a look of fear in her eyes.
I said, “No kissing. No touching. No talking. Just sucking. And swallowing.”
She frowned and let her eyes burn into mine for a second, then a smile slowly curled at the corners of her plump lips. I fought the urge to kiss her, to suck on her tongue and dig my fingers into her big tits. I wanted to bend her over the sink and fuck her hard from behind, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. That was a line I could not cross.
Just a blowjob, my brain said in a scolding tone, like a mother telling her unruly kids they only got one scoop of ice cream because they’ve been so bad. Take out your cock, shove it in her mouth, and let her suck you off, then get the fuck out of here before someone sees you together.
“Fine,” she said, swirling her tongue over her lips. “No kissing. No touching. No talking. Just sucking and swallowing.” She pushed me back and nodded at the bulge pushing against the front of my jeans. “But I can’t do anything until you whip it out.”
I gave her a blank look as I unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans, and pushed them down to my knees. My cock sprang out like a diving board, hard and long. It was so motherfucking hard it ached in anticipation of having her lips around it.
“Suck it,” I whispered, leaning back against the sink. She got to her knees in front of me. Her fingers came up to go around my shaft.
“No touching,” I said again, pushing her hand away. “Only your mouth.”
“Professor Clark, so many rules,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. She held up her hand. “I can’t just use one hand to hold it steady?”
“You said you wanted to suck my cock,” I said. “Now shut the fuck up and suck it.”
She put her hands behind her back and leaned in until her lips were an inch from the head of my cock. She put the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock and swirled it around the head, making me jump.
She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and dipped her head to lift up my cock and lick the bottom of my shaft from my balls to the slit. I shuddered as her tongue paused to lick the little bundle of nerves at the base of the head.
I put my hands behind me and braced my palms on the sink as she took me into her mouth, pressing her lips around the shaft and leaning forward until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
She was good. Better even than Sheila Denning, who gave the best blowjobs on campus, at least to me. Courtney didn’t gag, even though she had nine inches of cock in her mouth and throat.
I bit my tongue and forced myself not to moan out loud. I’d been with a lot of women, but I’d never had a blowjob quite like this. I tried to remember the last time I’d been with a twenty-something year old. Sadly, I couldn’t remember, it had been that long.
Courtney slid her mouth over my cock until her nose was nearly touching my curly blond pubes, then she tightened her lips around the shaft and drew her mouth back slowly until the head of my cock appeared at her lips.
“Holy… fuck…” I sighed, swallowing hard, trying to keep my knees from shaking.
“Do you like that, professor?” she said, smiling up at me. “You should feel what I can do with my pussy.”
“No talking,” I said, the words panting out of me. �
��Suck me. Make me cum, swallow it all.”
“With pleasure,” she said, taking me into her mouth again. I closed my eyes as she quickened the pace of her suction, my cock sliding in and out faster now, her lips wrapping tighter, milking me with each incredible stroke.
I began to moan, which made her moan and suck even faster. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. Every muscle in my body tightened and I held my breath as I exploded in her mouth.
I heard her moan and looked down to see milky white ropes of cum shooting into her open mouth and down her chin. She couldn’t resist bringing a hand up to milk my cock as it shot its load. I didn’t stop her. It felt too fucking amazing.
I blew out a long breath as she squeezed my cock one last time to get out every last drop of hot jizz. She licked my cock clean and leaned back on her heels. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, looked up at me, and smiled.
“Are you sure you don’t want to continue this at my place?” she asked. She put her hands on the sides of her big tits and squeezed them together. “If you have some silly rule about not fucking your students, you can stick your cock between my tits and come on my chest. Or in my ass…”