by Lane Hart
And nearly swallow my tongue.
Jesus Christ. Is that really Reagan? The girl I’ve only ever seen in long, flowing dresses is wearing a skirt? Not just any skirt but a sexy short one that’s…that’s red and black plaid with fucking pleats. Fuck it all, it’s like the schoolgirl outfit of my fantasy. Even her top is a white, see-through button down just like I’ve also pictured.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, and the stand in front of me nearly topples forward with my weight at the realization that, in usual Reagan style, she’s not wearing a fucking bra. Some of the girls in the class snicker at my obscenity outburst, but I’m too thrown off balance to care.
How the hell am I supposed to get through this lecture with her sitting there, like that? Yeah, there are thirty women and only three men in this class, like most of the female dominated university, and I’ve seen all manner of scant apparel, but none have ever been as fuckable as Reagan. My dick is so hard and swollen in my boxer briefs that there’s no way I’ll be able to step away from this podium to walk around the front of the classroom like usual. Nope, here with my groin hidden is where I will stay probably until the end of class.
Reaching up, I loosen my tie to get more air in my lungs. And, great, I’m also sweating like a damn pig, staining the pits of my blue dress shirt. Maybe I should just cancel class altogether, tell them I’m sick, and then take Reagan back to my office to fuck her.
No, no, no.
I can’t fuck her, but if I’m lucky she might give me another hand job or, oh God, get on her knees in that tiny skirt and give me a blowjob.
Yeah right, only in my dreams after what happened yesterday. It will be a damn miracle if she ever lets me lay a hand on her again. That’s probably what this outfit is about, throwing all that temptation in my face as if to say, Your loss, you stupid idiot.
I don’t care what it takes. I will find a way to make it up to her because I’ve got to taste her lips again. And her pussy. Oh yeah, I really want a taste of that too. How the hell am I gonna pull this off?
I look at her again in the audience, forcing my eyes to lock with hers, avoiding sneaking peeks at the rest of her tempting body. My heart pauses in my chest, worried about what emotion I’ll find on her face.
Wait.
Is she…smirking at me? I blink my eyes a few times to make sure, but yes, there’s definitely a knowing smile on her face. The outfit is for me, to get me worked up, which it most certainly is achieving. Could she actually want me, even after yesterday, or is this just her way of torturing me? Or more accurately, is she really wanting that passing grade so bad she’s willing to do anything for it?
While I’m looking at her, she does the unthinkable. Reagan uncrosses her legs, slipping her fingers along the inside of her thigh, revealing her uncovered pussy.
“Class is canceled today!” I shout, leaning forward on the podium because my knees are too weak to hold me up. “Minor emergency to attend to. Don’t worry. We’ll pick back up on Thursday.”
There’s whispering, and yet no one moves. Fuck it all, but I can’t leave from behind this podium until they do, and I need her right this second. So bad I could fuck her in the courtyard and not give two shits who sees.
“What are you waiting for? Go, before I change my mind,” I tell the stubborn classroom. Finally, a few people get to their feet to leave, and then more start filling out the door. All except for one sexy as hell student making me crazy with desire.
“My office, now,” I tell her as I shuffle my papers up and cram them back into my bag. Once it’s over my shoulder, I pull the widest portion of the bag around the front of my body to hide my massive erection.
“Yes, sir,” Reagan says as she stands, collecting her books in her arms and then making her way down the auditorium stairs. My jaw drops open as I see the indecent length of her skirt on her long, lean legs now that she’s standing. Lord have mercy. I stand frozen in place as I watch her walk by, and then groan aloud when I see her ass for the first time, both cheeks spilling out the back. I’m gonna wear that ass out.
The trek up to my office on the third floor is a long, torturous one in the staircase. I want to reach out and touch her so much it physically makes me ache with need, but I know there are cameras everywhere. Reagan walks painfully slow, and I realize it’s probably because she’s trying to climb the stairs on stilts. The sexiest black shoes I’ve ever seen are wound around her ankle with little straps. Ones that would hold them in place on her feet even when her legs are raised in the air and I’m fucking her so hard we break furniture.
Unable to take a second longer when we reach the third floor, I walk swiftly past her in the hallway, quite a feat to do without allowing myself to touch an inch of her, and unlock my door. As soon as Reagan’s also inside, I slam it and turn the lock. Then I throw my bag to the floor and grab her hands, sending her books to the ground when I raise them above her head. Flattening her sexy as fuck body against the door, I capture her lips with mine, groaning in relief when I’m able to get the much-needed friction on my cock. Pressing my hard shaft against her stomach, I pump my hips, fucking her through our clothes. I’m too turned on to even ask what the hell she’s thinking, walking around campus dressed like this. Instead, I quickly free my dick from my pants and cover it with one of her hands. But Reagan doesn’t stop there. No, this sexy siren lowers herself into the best position known to any man, on her knees in front of me. Neither of us says a word as she parts her lips and, with a hand on my cock, guides it right inside her perfect mouth.
“Ah, fuck, Reagan,” I groan, planting a palm on the wall to hold myself up. With my other hand, I slip my fingers through her silky hair until I’m cupping the back of her head as she starts to bob up and down, up and down my thick shaft with her warm, wet tongue working me like she’s trying to make me come in record breaking time. And a second later when she lets my cock slip from its perfect new home, I curse to the ceiling, ready to beg and plead, surrender my soul, anything to get her to keep going.
“Record me,” she says before I can start groveling.
“What?” I ask, looking down at her in confusion. I’m having trouble recalling my name at the moment.
“I know you can’t trust me yet, so record me on my knees for you,” she says, her warm caramel eyes sincere and understanding, absent of the hurt from yesterday.
“God, yes, sweetheart. I want to replay this over and over again until my wrist snaps from jerking off too much,” I tell her as I pull my phone from my pants pocket and fumble with it as I try to hit all the appropriate buttons, in a hurry for her to keep going. “Please,” I say once it’s rolling.
Eyes locked on mine, Reagan leans forward again, and more than half my cock disappears down her throat. I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when her hand slips down and cradles my balls.
“Thank you,” I groan, nearly dropping the phone in my hand. I’m certainly going to hell for indulging in such debauchery with a student, but fuck if it won’t be worth it. When Reagan applies more suction, there're no other thoughts in my head except one: I need to fuck her. Like a record on repeat, the phrase won’t stop and keeps getting louder and louder. But before I can stop her mouth, though, all the muscles in my body tighten and then I’m coming down her throat with the force of a firehose.
“Wow. Better than I ever imagined,” I say before my sexed out mind can stop my big mouth.
“You…you’ve imagined…that?” Reagan asks from her still kneeling position on my office floor while I press stop to end the recording on my phone.
Untangling my fingers from her hair, and trying to smooth it back into place, I tell her the truth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”
“I want you to be my first,” she says so softly I’m certain I misunderstood.
Pulling her up off the floor by her elbows so that she’s not staring at my softening cock during this conversation, I ask her to clarify. “Your first what exactly? Teacher you’ve seduced?”
“My first lover,” she eventually answers.
I grip her jaw to raise her warm gaze to mine so I can see her reaction to my next question. “You mean you’re…you’re a virgin?” I ask in disbelief.
When she nods, I pull my hand away from her like she just burned me. Two very conflicting emotions stir inside me, one making my cock twitch with great interest and the other ripping my heart out at the realization that I’ve been taking advantage of her and her academic dilemma.
“Was that the first time you’ve…” I motion toward the floor and where my dick is still hanging out of my pants. Noticing it, I quickly tuck it away and zip back up.
“Yes,” she answers, making me feel ten times worse and ecstatic at once knowing she’s only been on her knees for me. Her professor.
“And yesterday?” I ask. Surely she’s bound to have touched another man’s cock before now. She’s gotta be twenty-four or twenty-five since she’s in graduate school...
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’ve done it before or yes, it was the first time?” I ask as I take another step back, putting more distance between us so I won’t feel the urge to ruin her even more than I already have.
“All firsts,” she answers, pushing her strand of long hair nervously behind her right ear. “Even the kiss the other night.”
“Jesus, Reagan,” I choke out in surprise, loosening my tie even more so I can breathe. “How is that possible? Why me? Are you that desperate for a passing grade? Because honestly, you’re not doing that bad.” I shake my head in disgust that I was so desperate for her that I would give in without knowing all this information first. “If I had known how…innocent you were, I wouldn’t have ever agreed to this!”
“Why, because you only fuck your slutty, more experienced students?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest. By that and the narrowing of her eyes, I know she’s seriously angry, but I’m not sure what the hell she’s talking about.
“I’ve never fucked any students, slutty or otherwise,” I tell her honestly. “And that isn’t gonna change with you.” Of course a blowjob is a type of fucking, but I’m referring to the real deal, baby-making kind.
“You don’t have to lie,” she says. “I don’t care if you have…”
“I haven’t!” I shout before remembering the other offices around mine.
“Why should I believe you over all those girls?” Reagan asks.
“What girls? Because I have never in seven years touched a student. I’ve never canceled a class either, until today, but my cock was so hard seeing you in that outfit that I couldn’t think straight!”
“Hannah, Beth and Kathleen all said they got one-on-one ‘extra credit’ with you during office hours,” she explains using air quotes around extra credit like it has some sort of salacious meaning.
“The extra credit part is true,” I admit. “All three were posting inappropriate content and/or pictures on their social media sites. I told them to take the posts and tweets down, deducted twenty points from their participation grades, and made them write a five page research paper on the rules and regulations for each platform if they wanted to get the points added back.”
“Oh,” Reagan says, lowering her arms in what I hope is a sign of her diminishing anger.
“I’m not supposed to be talking to you about other students’ performance, but I don’t want you to have any reason to not trust me,” I explain to her.
“So, did they…flirt with you?” she asks, smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of her skirt. And I would almost say she sounds…jealous.
“You’re not the first girl to ask for a certain type of extra credit,” I tell her. And when her eyes widen and mouth falls open, I rush to explain. “But I swear you’re the first I’ve taken up on it.”
“Why me?” she asks softly like she couldn’t fathom why a man would compromise his job for the possibility to touch her, all while she stands before me in the biggest cocktease outfit I’ve ever seen.
“Because I’ve wanted you for a very long time, since before you sat your beautiful ass down in my classroom and I found out your name,” I admit, reaching an arm around to the small of her back to pull her curvy body against mine.
“Really?” she blinks shyly up at me and asks, her voice sounding hopefully. Her lips are parted and only a breath away from mine.
“Yes. And so when you…offered up yourself, I couldn’t refuse.”
“So, does this mean you’re gonna take my virginity?” she asks, winding her arms around my neck to press her braless breasts against my chest.
“Yes,” I say without thinking. “I mean, no, not yet. You don’t expect me to just turn around and fuck you on my desk your first time, do you?”
“Please, Gage,” she leans in to whisper in my ear, her warm breath and plea making me groan and my entire body shudder.
“No, not yet,” I tell her, contradicting my raging lust’s demand to do just that.
“But I need you,” she says rubbing a hand down my stomach, heading toward my still sleeping cock. I’m not the young man I used to be, and the rebound period takes longer than I like. There’s no way I’m gonna admit to her that I can’t make love to her at this particular moment, even if it was an ideal setting for taking a girl’s virginity. Although, I can give her some relief accomplishing another fantasy I’ve had for a long time.
“Climb on my desk,” I order, yanking her by her waist over to the wooden structure.
“What?” she asks. “Like sit on it?”
“No, climb on top of it.”
Spinning her around so that she’s facing the desk, I flip up the back of her skirt, revealing her incredible bare ass to me. When she hesitates, I caress her right cheek with my palm before I haul back and slap it, making Reagan jump and squeak out in surprise.
“Hands and knees on the desk,” I tell her.
She finally places a knee up and climbs on top of the papers and books I have spread out. Before she can figure out what I plan to do, I spread her ass cheeks and run my tongue all the way down her crease.
“Oh my God!” she cries out. And if I weren’t worried about someone overhearing, I would encourage her loud, appreciative moans. As it is, I’m putting myself in enough shit that will likely bite me in the ass, so I walk around to the front of the desk with an idea to keep her quiet. Reagan starts to back off of it, but I grab her wrist, holding her in place.
“Stay and open your mouth,” I tell her, and she quickly obeys, which I fucking love.
Pulling open the top desk drawer, I remove the purple panties she was wearing yesterday and left on my floor, ball them up and stuff them in Reagan’s waiting mouth. Her eyes widen in shock that I would do such a thing. Of course, she could easily reach up to remove them, but she doesn’t. She nods, telling she understands that she needs to keep quiet, so I move back around behind her raised ass to resume fucking her with my tongue.
…
Reagan
Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.
That seems to be all my brain is capable of repeating as heat encompasses my body and my lower belly spasms because of the wet strokes of Professor Daughton’s, I mean, Gage’s tongue expertly navigating the most sensitive, wonderful places between my thighs. Oh yeah, and my panties are in my mouth to keep me from screaming. Even still, I keep hearing these foreign sounds, like a donkey being murdered, and I’m pretty sure that’s my own muffled moans.
The pressure builds until I’m certain I can’t take anymore and try to crawl away. Gage only tugs me back to his mouth with his strong hands wrapped around my upper thighs, spreading my legs wider for him. As if the position I’m in isn’t obscene enough. If I could speak, I’m not sure if I would beg him to stop or go faster.
Like he knows what I’m thinking, the tip of his tongue flicks faster over my clit until I burst wide open, my body seizing and convulsing, my hips rocking on their own, and I’m unable to stop them because it feels
too fucking good.
As my tense muscles begins to relax again, I can no longer hold myself up. My arms collapse on the desk, and I rest my cheek on my forearm, ass still raised in the air as I gasp for breath through my nose. The embarrassment of what just happened starts breaking through the clouds right as Gage’s long finger strokes through the wetness he just created before pressing up and into my still spasming pussy. And cue the donkey sounds as my hips resume their rhythm and my inner walls clench his finger, wishing it was something more substantial, like his cock I just had in my mouth. Throw in a few more strokes of his magical tongue on my clit and I’m done for.
After my second orgasm, Gage finally removes his mouth from my sensitive flesh. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved. I’m too sated to even be ashamed of what we just did when he walks around to stand in front of me and removes the panties from my mouth.
“You okay?” he asks with a smug smile.
“Uh-huh,” I reply still face down on his desk, ass in the air. “I hope none of these papers are important.” My sweat and…other bodily fluids are drenching the documents, whatever they are.
Gage chuckles. “Just my notes,” he says. “When you’re recovered. I’d like to start our first lesson.”
“Lesson?” I ask.
He opens up his laptop to my left while I push myself up and slip off the top of his desk. While he’s somewhat distracted, I grab some tissues from the dispenser and try to clean up a little of the dampness between my thighs.
“Ready?” he asks, taking a seat in his big, black leather chair and patting the top of his lap.
“Ah, what?” I ask, disposing of my handful of tissues in the trash bin, and slipping on my panties from yesterday. Better than none if he wants me to sit on his lap.
“Tell me what areas you need some instruction on, and we’ll go through it,” he says coolly back in professor mode, acting as if we didn’t just have our mouths on each other’s privates moments before.
“Um, okay,” I agree. Taking a deep calming breath, I let it out, trying to forget those vivid images of a few minutes earlier and concentrate on social media instead.