The Big Bad Billionaires and The Student: A MFM Billionaire Professor Menage Romance

by Harper West

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Is there something I can do to repay you?” she asked me,

  I had about a million ideas that had my cock twitching under my jeans but I just shook my head.

  “No, no,” I said. “As you can see by the house, I don’t need any money.”

  “I know,” she said. “But like... you know… anything else? Pick up some extra TA hours? I’d just like to feel like I was contributing. I don’t really like feeling like I’m in someone’s debt.”

  “That makes sense,” I said. “I’m sure we could figure something out. But let’s not worry about that tonight.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll tell Ricky I have an appointment and then I’ll be right over.”

  “This Ricky…” I paused. “Did you uh…. how did you meet him?”

  “In undergrad,” she said. “It feels like a million years ago, but him and Caitlin and I were like the three musketeers. Absolutely inseparable”

  “Ah,” I said. “And you’re still this close?”

  “Sure,” she said. “I used to date him back in the day... but I would say my tastes have changed.”

  “To Tyler?” I couldn’t help but asking. Her eyes widened.

  “How did you know about Tyler?” she asked, and I knew that what he had said was true.

  “He actually came by,” I said. “And asked me to make sure that you weren’t busy on Tuesday. Since you know, you were busy on Friday.”

  “Oh my God,” she said and put her hands in her face. “Professor, I’m so sorry. I just…”

  “It’s fine,” I said. “It’s none of my business what you tell other students.”

  “But…” she said. “I put you in the middle of it.”

  “And I told him I would do my best not to make you work on Tuesday night,” I said. “And that was all. It wasn’t a big deal.”

  “Thank you,” she said, and I shrugged.

  “Not a problem. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “See you then,” she said and scurried out of the room. As soon as she was gone, I pulled out my phone to call John. I knew he was probably on lunch right now, since his appetite was insatiable.

  “Hey,” he said when he picked up. “Aren’t you supposed to be teaching right now?”

  “That was last semester,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that I’m about to score my first point of the game.”

  “What?” he asked. “Like right now?”

  “Tonight,” I said and explained the situation to him.

  “Wow, he said, when I told him the full story. “You really went all out.”

  “I didn’t go all out,” I said. “I just offered something didn't really cost me anything, and she seemed over the moon.”

  “I mean, she may seem over the moon now,” he said. “But are you going to make her over the moon later?”

  “I think so,” I said. “If she’ll have me.”

  “Stop being so bashful, Reed,” John chuckled. “The question is, do you want her?”

  “You know I want her,” I said. “I want her more than anyone who has ever stepped foot in this office.”

  “Then you probably will have her,” he said. “I’ve never known you to not take anything you don’t want.”

  “Thanks,” I replied. “I’ll keep you posted. Maybe I’ll even send you pictures.”

  “I bet you will,” he replied, and we hung up.

  I briefly wondered if I had left my house a mess. I considered calling one of those one-time maid services, but I decided that I could take care of it myself. How messy could it be? Yes, I had been busy and half distracted lately, but there was always a side door I could let her in if the front hallway was messy

  I didn’t expect to come home to what looked like a tornado. There were papers and open books everywhere, and it looked like I had been undressing in the hallway and dropping my clothes there on the way to the bedroom.

  That would have been great if I had been carrying a girl or something, but I didn’t even have that excuse.

  I did my best to pick up, or at least pile things in some sort of order, and then I changed into a more causal outfit. She had never seen me out of my work clothes and so I wanted to make a good impression.

  I chose a pair of dark jeans and a light grey sweater, and I put in my contacts rather than wearing my glasses. I liked my glasses, and they certainly helped me see better than contacts, especially when it came to reading, but they didn’t do anything for looking attractive. I knew that when I picked them out and at the time, I didn’t care.

  When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath, and then pulled it open.

  She hadn’t changed after work. Despite that, she looked stunning, standing at the door in a figure-hugging blue dress with her beautiful hair up in a bun.

  “Hi,” she said. “I can’t believe that this is your place.”

  “All of it,” I said, as I held the door open for her. “Please come in.”

  “It’s awesome,” she said as she looked around. “How long have you lived here?”

  “Awhile,” I replied. “I think at least five years. For the first year I taught at the university, I stayed in a hotel and then after that, I decided I needed a place to call my own.”

  “Wow,” she said, and winked at me. “You know, most people get a condo or something.”

  “Yeah, well,” I said. “I’m a messy person. I need a little more space.”

  “I know,” she laughed. “I’ve seen your office.”

  I took her coat from her and then escorted her in the front hall.

  “Can I get you a drink?”” I asked. “Or shall we get right to the tour?”

  “No, I have a little time,” she said, and let me point her towards the kitchen. There she was met with a full bar, which made her smile.

  “Why, Reed Baron,” she said. “I had no idea you were such a dark horse.”

  I grinned as I poured her drink of choice.

  “I’m a homebody,” I said. “So, I don’t like to go out to bars after work. I prefer if the bars come to me.”

  “That makes sense,” she said. “But you do have to remember, a bar was the reason that we met.”

  “That’s right, you were out at a bar when you and Caitlin sent that email.”

  “I was,” she said. “And I will give Caitlin some of the credit, for sure. She was egging me on.”

  “Well, I’m glad that she did it,” I said, with a smile. We both took another sip of our drinks. “Shall I show you around?”

  “Sure, that’d be great,” she followed me down the hallway and I realized that I hadn’t considered cleaning the rest of the house. It wasn’t that it was dirty I didn’t have dust everywhere and I didn’t drop food crumbs It was more that it was disorganized. I didn’t keep things in neat piles and when I was thinking hard, and things tended to fall out of place. Luckily, I remembered there was a room that I didn’t use too much, and I pushed open the door to it.

  “This is my favourite guest room,” I lied to her. “And I think that your friend would be quite comfortable here.”

  “Wow,” she said, as she stepped inside. “This is bigger than my apartment.”

  I chuckled, “Well, you could move in too, if you like,” I said. “Just to... you know, help Ricky feel more at home until he got settled.”

  “I don’t think Ricky would like that,” she said. “He’s already feeling a bit claustrophobic I think you’ll like him. He likes his space.”

  “My kind of guy,” I said as I took her on a tour of the rest of the house. When we finally got back to the hallway with the guest bedrooms, she smiled at me.

  “I feel like I’m getting a lot of first class VIPS tours lately,” she said.

  “That’s right, I forgot that John gave you a tour,” I said, even though I hadn't forgotten at all. “How was his office?”

  “It was pretty neat,” she said. “I had seen pictures, but nothing like that.”

  “Yeah, John
was always the creative type,” I said. “Even when we were young, he used to have these wild frantic plans.”

  “And you?” she asked. I shrugged.

  “I was happier with the simple things in life,” I replied. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, given the house, but I really am a professor at heart.”

  “Hmm,” she said, and met my eyes. “Is that so?”

  “Well, I’m a few other things at heart, too,” I said, and she didn’t move.

  “Like what?” she asked.

  She looked so sexy, standing in my hallway after a long day at work. There was something about the fact that she hadn’t tried too hard with her appearance that made her even sexier still. It was like she was just naturally that way, no matter what.

  I took a step forward to her, and she didn’t move. She did, however, give me a look that said she was almost challenging me.

  I didn’t mind a challenge.

  “Well, I like to relax after a long day at work,” I said. “And unwind.”

  “And how do you like to do that?” she whispered.

  “Well, I like to have a few drinks, kick back and watch a movie…” I reached forward and touched her face. “And I like to rub one out.”

  “I could do you one better than rubbing one out,” she said, in a low voice. I leaned forward to kiss her and then pulled back to look into her eyes. I wanted to make sure that she was alright with the fact that I was doing with this.

  It seemed like she was more than OK, given how much she leaned into me. I pushed her hair back to kiss her more and she gave a little sigh of pleasure.

  “So... this is OK, then?” I asked her.

  “Oh God, I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” she replied. “Everyone on campus wants to do this.”

  “Really?” I asked. “I mean…”

  “Reed,” she said. “Everyone wants to bang you.”

  “And you?” I asked.

  “I’m probably at the top of the list.”

  She started to kiss me more intently, and she moved to put her hands on my body. I reciprocated and put my hands on her waist. She felt amazing under my hands, and I gave her a little squeeze.

  “How do you like it, baby?” I asked her. She reached down and grabbed my cock.

  “I like it rough,” she said, “And I want you inside of me as soon as possible.”

  “I can do that,” I said, and reached under her dress. She was wearing some sort of lacy panty, and I pulled it down so I could have access to her pussy. As soon as I got them down, I could tell that they were soaking wet. “Oh, you want it, eh?”

  “I’ve been wet since I walked in the door,” she whispered to me. “And I’ve wanted you for so long. So, tell me, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Well, I’m going to make you scream,” I said. “And I’m going to make it happen more than once Do you want my cock?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Please. Please give it to me.”

  It was hard to resist her, as much as I was a fan of foreplay. I reached down to unzip my pants, but she stopped me.

  “No,” she said, with a gleam in her eyes. “Let me.”

  With that, her finely manicured fingers worked their magic on my zipper. In a moment, the zipper was down, and my cock was free. It was already rock hard, and she put her hand on it.

  “Impressive,” she said. “Professor Baron, who knew you were hiding that under there?”

  “Oh God,” I said, as she started to pull at it. “If you do that, I won’t last long.”

  “I guess I better get to it,” she said, and dropped to her knees. I braced myself up against a wall and she started to lick me. I wanted her to take my whole cock in her mouth and suck, but it seemed she had other plans. “Now, tell me something. Do girls in class every make you this hard?”

  I gulped and her eyes flicked up to meet mine.

  “You can tell me,” she said. “Come on. Do you ever get a raging hard on while teaching?”

  She flicked her tongue over my cock, and I moaned.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Really?” she asked and then put her whole mouth on my cock. “Tell me more.”

  “It’s... Oh God,” she had started to suck, but she stopped every time I stopped talking. “Sometimes, the girls who come to class in tank tops and their little short shorts drive me mad. And they are just sitting there, listening, and I’m imagining bending them over the desk in front of everyone and fucking their brains out.”

  “Do you want to make them cum?” she asked me as she paused again.

  “I want to make them cum around my cock,” I replied. “And then I want to fill them with my cum.”

  “That’s hot,” she said and plunged her mouth back onto my cock. She clearly had experience doing it, because she knew exactly when to lick and suck and when to pause. I groaned and cried out, and I felt the pleasure knot start to release as she sucked harder

  “That’s it,” I said to her. “That’s it, baby. Keep it up. That’s it. Oh God.”

  “Do you like that?” she asked, and all I could do was nod. My hands were tangled in her hair and I had tugged her top open so I could see her breasts. They were perfect, large and bouncing out of her bra with every movement. I desperately wanted to take her bra off and feel them both, but my hands were busy trying not to fall as she made me feel better and better.

  “I’m going to cum,” I moaned after a minute, and she pulled back right away.

  “Nope,” she said with a devilish grin.

  “No, baby, no,” I said. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, I’m not stopping,” she said. “I just want you to explode inside me instead of sucking you off.”

  “I can do both,” I tried to convince her. “I promise. Please don’t stop.”

  “Can you now?” she looked doubtful for a moment. “What do I get if you can’t?”

  “I will make you cum so hard that you’ll forget your own name,” I promised her. That seemed to satisfy her, so she dropped back to her knees and continued sucking me off.

  She was skilled with her mouth, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I fought against the waves of pleasure to hold out as long as possible, but I knew it was a lost cause.

  “Are you ready for this?” I asked. “Are you ready for my load? Here it comes, baby. Take it. Take it, Oh God.”

  Exploding inside her mouth was the best feeling in the world. The cum rushed out of my rock-hard cock and she swallowed, which made it all the hotter. I saw spots as I orgasmed and tried my hardest to stay on my feet.

  Once my cock stopped spurting, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She looked a little dazed and I knew that this was my moment. I reached behind her and pulled off her bra, which sprung her perfect breasts free.

  The sight of them was enough to get me hard again, and I reached down to my now-stiff cock.

  “You ready for this?” I asked, and she nodded.

  “Please,” she moaned. “Please, get inside me.”

  “Oh, I will,” I said. “And you won’t know your own name by the end.”

  I shoved my cock inside of her, and she screamed. I was glad that there were no neighbors around for miles, because they certainly would have heard her.

  “Now,” I said. “How did you like it?”

  “Rough,” she groaned. “I like it hard.”

  “I’ll give it to you hard,” I said and started to thrust

  Her pussy felt amazing. It was dripping wet and yet tight, and every once in awhile she would clench around me, which made me groan as well. She leaned up against the wall as I thrust into her and her eyes rolled back as she screamed.

  “Oh yes,” she cried. “Oh yes, God yes. Keep going. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “I want to make you cum,” I said. “You tell me what you need.”

  “Just don’t stop,” she panted. “Don’t stop, no matter what I say. I need it. Oh God, I need it.”

  “You need it?” I whispered in h
er ear. “Didn’t you just get it? Didn’t John make you cum good?”

  “Yes,” she managed “Yes, but I need more.”

  “Oh, you’re a little wanton,” I replied. “I like that. Take my cock, baby. Take it hard.”

  “I’m going to…” Her legs started to shake, and I could tell she was close. “I’m going to cum. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to stop,” I replied. “I don’t think I could stop if I tried. Are you ready for my big load?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Oh yes. God, yes.”

  “Here it cums,” I said. I couldn’t believe that I had a second load in me, given how hard she had made me blow my first. However, Natalie was the sexiest woman I had ever seen, and I was pretty sure I could go a third time if I just felt up those breasts. “Yes, yes! Oh God Yes.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned, and I felt her pussy start to spasm around my rock-hard cock. “Yes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  Simultaneous orgasm was probably the best thing in the world. I pushed my cock into her one last time and then we both rode the waves of pleasure. Her legs were shaky, and her eyes were closed. I gently lowered her to the floor, and she sank even further down, until we were both lying on the hardwood.

  “Oh God,” she said, as her legs continued to give little spasms. “That was amazing.”

  “Mm,” I could barely speak myself. I couldn’t remember a time where I had ever blown my load twice in that short period of time. “It was the best.”

  She sat there for a moment or two longer, and then she started to get up and gather her clothes.

  “I believe you were giving me a tour?” she asked, and I chuckled

  “Yeah, I could keep doing that,” I said. “But you’ve already seen the best parts of the house.”

  “I can’t believe that you live here all by yourself,” she replied. “Like, it’s gorgeous but... don’t you get lonely?”

  “Sometimes.” I gave her a wary smile. “Some days, I think that I’m the only person in the world when I get home. And some days, I like it.”

  “Yeah, I get that,” she said. “After being stared at all day, you want some silence.”

  “Speaking of wanting something…” I said, and her eyes widened

  “Again?”