But I guess it was as hot for him as it was for me, because five minutes after we rang off, he texted me again:
You didn’t mention what time your history class was. Are you around on campus in the afternoon by any chance?
I’ve got history from 3 to 5, I replied.
Him: So come and see me in my office at 2:30. I can’t wait till Wednesday to give your pretty little pussy the deep-dicking it deserves. Also I like the idea of you having to go to someone else’s class all freshly fucked and sore between your legs.
Mmmmm, I wrote back.
Him: Make sure you wear panties when you show up.
Me: Why, are you going to make me keep your cum inside me again, like earlier today?
Him: That’s for me to know and for you to guess. But either way, we’ll need a gag for you. If you prepare yourself well, it’ll be a very nice, juicy gag by the time you get here.
Me: Can’t wait xoxo ;).
Him: See you tomorrow baby girl. Good night and sweet dreams.
And that’s why I’m currently making my way to his office on a Monday.
He needn’t have worried about my ending up with a dry gag.
Not when all I need to do to get wet is to think about him and how good it feels whenever he runs those strong hands of his over my body, claiming it for himself …
“Hi Paige, here to see Dr. Morland I suppose?”
It’s Jasmine. She normally doesn’t even bother talking to me, so I don’t know what any of this is about. She seems snotty, dismissive, as though of course I would be here, sucking up to Dr. Morland, as though I couldn’t possibly have any other reason to be in the building.
Well, Jasmine, you aren’t entirely wrong, I think to myself, there will be a lot of sucking happening in his office, I’m sure - just maybe not the kind you think. Or more likely it’s the kind you’d probably like to be engaged in yourself, too bad for you he picked me.
Aloud I say “Yeah, well, the final paper’s coming up,” and walk on.
God, I hate the way that came out, all cringy and apologetic - I can’t believe I actually smiled in a conciliatory way. As though I owed her an explanation.
And she probably thinks I do, too - she’s just smug and entitled enough to think that.
But I’m being silly. I’m the one he’s sleeping with, and of course I can’t exactly lord that fact over Jasmine, since we have to be discreet.
Oddly enough, I’d probably have felt freer to be bitchy about it if I didn’t have to cover up our liaison … and I’d much rather have a liaison to cover up than none at all!
I make my way up the stairs, pacing myself so that I won’t be too out of breath when I get to his office on the third floor. My heart always pounds like crazy whenever I go to see him in his office, and today isn’t much different in that respect.
Except that whereas I used to wonder if he would do anything to me, today I know that he’s going to do something to me, unlike any other time I’ve been in his office.
I just don’t know what exactly he’s going to do to me, except that he’s probably going to be rough, hence the gag …
I knock on his door.
“Come in,” I hear him say, and so I open the door.
He’s already sprung up from his seat and is making his way over as I enter and close the door behind me.
“Hello, baby girl,” he says, his eyes shining as he locks the door, then grabs me, tilts my head up, and kisses me.
I can’t help but melt into those muscular arms. I’d fantasised so often in the past about making out with him in his office, and now here I am, practically swooning in his arms as his mouth explores mine and his hands wander feverishly over my curves.
“It’s so good to be touching you again,” he murmurs when we take a break for air. “It was great that we got to at least see each other last night, but there’s nothing like having you in person. It just made me want you more …”
I kiss him.
“You know I’m completely at your disposal, to do with as you please.”
He beams, and I take his hand and put it up my skirt.
“I didn’t forget your instructions about my panties,” I whisper.
He clasps me to him again as his mouth covers mine, even as his hand remains between my legs, toying with my wetness.
I moan into his mouth as he yanks the crotch of my panties aside and slides a finger into me, withdrawing only when he stops kissing me.
“Very good girl. You’re soaked. Just the way I like it. Now I want you to take your panties off and give them to me, then take off your top and go sit on my desk with your legs spread. As wide as possible, like yesterday when we were on the phone. Because you are gorgeous when you’re completely exposed, like a slutty bitch in heat … It makes me want to fuck you the way a beautiful girl like you deserves to be fucked.”
I obey, my hands trembling slightly as I follow his directions.
He smiles triumphantly when I give him my panties, which are so wet that my juices were pooling in it, the fabric not quite able to take in everything.
Almost immediately after, he pulls me towards him and kisses me before dispatching me to my assigned position with a light smack on my ass.
I take my top off and hoist myself up on his desk, blushing terribly - I mean, it’s one thing to be doing this in bed, but in his office, in broad daylight, with people walking about outside (not that many, thank heavens, but still)!
Not that it seems to bother him in the least. He’s staring at me with a voracious gleam in his eye as he approaches and pulls me in for a kiss, before he rubs my panties over my lips, smearing my mouth with my juices, then slowly pushes the satin into my mouth, leaving just a bit of it to dangle outside, filling my mouth with the taste of my own excitement.
That done, he kisses me again, and as his lips trail up to my ear, he whispers: “Lie back. You can support yourself on your elbows so that you can look at yourself being fucked.”
He watches me get in place as he unzips himself, and then rewards my obedience by entering me.
As always, I cry out, but this time my voice is muffled.
It’s oddly liberating knowing that I can scream as much as I want, even though there are people walking around outside, just steps away from us, separated only by a wall …
He smiles.
“Yes, it’s a good thing that you’re gagged, isn’t it? Otherwise, just imagine, everyone outside would hear you, they would know you were being fucked, like the gorgeous little slut you are …”
God, he makes me so horny when he talks like that to me, and I know he’s doing it deliberately, because he knows all too well its effect on me. I’d beg him to fuck me but since I can’t exactly say anything at the moment, I start bucking my hips, trying to fuck myself on his cock.
My desperation seems to delight him.
“You really want this, don’t you?” he rasps, his voice hoarse with excitement.
I nod, submissively, helplessly.
He reaches over to stroke my face, lets his hands slide down over my breasts, then down to my thighs before he lifts my left leg up so that he’s nuzzling it as he begins driving into me, eyeing me seductively all the while.
I whimper into my improvised gag.
“You’re so beautiful, Paige. My sexy little temptress. I know I’ve said this before, but I wish I could tie you up and keep you at home for my pleasure, fuck you at will. I could spend entire days playing with you …”
He turns to kiss the calf of my leg, even though he continues to hold eye contact.
I’m not sure if it’s the unabashed lust in his eyes or if it’s the inexorable way he’s pounding into me, but it doesn’t take long for me to be pushed to the edge of orgasm.
But this time, rather than take me over the edge right away, he slows down, plumbing my depths with his cock, then holding it there, tantalising me, dangling the possibility of climax just so.
I moan and grind against him.
He
gives me that irresistible, knowing smirk of his, blows me a kiss, and begins to work me over again.
This time, he doesn’t stop, and I feel that familiar wave of heat radiating out from my core before the inevitable contractions of pleasure as he thrusts deep into me and holds still, as though offering his cock for my pussy to caress.
I fall back, flushed, spent, but he picks me up and kisses me, removes the gag, then kisses me again.
It’s so good to feel his mouth on mine again …
“Sweet girl,” he whispers. “I think you can guess what it’s time for now.”
It’s now my turn to smile impishly at him and slide down on my knees in front of him and take his cock, so wet from my excitement, into my mouth, and to savor the groan that escapes him.
It just feels so good to give him pleasure, to cause him to stare at me in that particularly tender, fervent way - it always surprises me that an experienced man like him could still be thrilled by something as simple as a blowjob, his kinkier tendencies notwithstanding.
And yet there he is, gazing at me in an almost boyishly exhilarated way as I handle his cock and suck on its head, pausing occasionally to take it all the way down my throat.
It’s one of my earliest fantasies, sucking Dr. Morland off in his office, and this is better than I’d ever dreamt back then when I was still an inexperienced virgin, what with the musky taste and smell of his cock and the obscene sounds of a nice wet blowjob accompanied by occasional gagging, just because he is that big …
Before long, he pushes my head down on his cock and lets out a familiar grunt as he releases inside me, holding me there for a moment while he recovers, then pulling me up to kiss me.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, his eyes sparkling as he stares into mine, “darling, darling Paige. I’ve never met anyone quite like you. You’re my obsession, my madness, you know that?”
I can’t help but widen my eyes and smile at him, happy if somewhat bewildered. What, him, obsessed with me? Sebastian Morland, the handsomest, sweetest man I’ve ever met, the idol of every girl in his classes? It’s heady, unreal.
And yet he seems quite sincere …
We kiss again, and then he hands me my panties with a roguish grin on his face.
“What, you’re not going to keep them?” I ask him flirtatiously.
He shakes his head, still smiling. “It’s not that I haven’t considered that, Paige, but no. You’ll be at class, and I don’t want all these horny college guys getting a whiff of your pretty little pussy. It might seem a bit selfish of me, but I’d really rather that we kept your … excitability … a secret between us. That said, it would be very different if I were around …”
I raise a quizzical eyebrow. “How so?”
He laughs. “Yes, well, if I were with you - if I were accompanying you, everyone would know that I’d just fucked you. And, to be honest, even though we have to keep this quiet for at least this term and possibly even part of next term, it’s one of my biggest fantasies to show you off, to make it obvious to everyone that you’re my little fuckdoll whom I get to do unspeakable things to.”
“Mmm, kinky.”
“It’s not just a kinky thing, you know,” he says, his face taking on that expression of playful mock-injury that he had when he told me over the weekend that he’d “always been very proper”.
“Oh?”
“Well, I want everybody to know you’re mine,” he replies, stroking my cheek. “And what better way to announce that you’re mine than to be with you while you show all the signs of having been well-fucked by me?”
“Is this a jealousy thing by any chance? Because, to be honest, it actually sounds kind of hot.”
He smiles. “If you’re asking me if I’m jealous, Paige, then yes, the answer to that is yes. You’re young and very beautiful. I’m just your older professor …”
“You’re my sexy older dreamboat professor with a gigantic cock, who seems to instinctively know exactly how to make me come. I don’t think you need to worry about anything.”
He kisses me again, this time quite tenderly. “You’re a very sweet girl, Paige. I wish I could take you out tonight, but I’m happy that I got to see you. Now put on your clothes and run along to your class, I don’t want you to be late. Because if you stay any longer I’m going to be tempted to fuck you all over again. We’ll talk tonight, maybe?”
“I’d love to,” I murmur.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
So here I am, stuck at this conference that everyone is only at because that’s what we do, we academics, isn’t it.
And by “what we do” I mean read aloud in public pre-published papers that anyone could easily read at home in their armchair, while the audience asks questions that somehow shoehorn in whatever they’re working on, regardless of whether or not it’s actually relevant to the paper at hand, just so they can look like they said something.
Oh all right, I am maybe being a bit unfair, I think there are possibly all of two people here who are really into all this, as opposed to seeing this just as a networking opportunity.
“Hi, Sebastian!”
Oh God, it’s one of the networkers.
“Hi Tracy. How are you, good to see you.”
“It’s been such a long time since the last time I saw you at the MLA! How have you been? By the way I heard that Maggie just got married to Peter in April, I’m sorry to hear about that.”
Maggie’s my ex - we were all in graduate school together, Maggie, Peter, Tracy and me.
“Oh, you needn’t be, seriously. It’s been well over a year since we broke up.”
“Well, that’s good then. Let me know if you want to catch up over a drink sometime. I’ll be in town till Wednesday morning.”
And she sails off with a wink.
Poor Tracy, if only she knew! I mean, she’s always been a looker, objectively speaking, but she’s a bit late to the game - no one else has interested me ever since Paige walked into my office and captivated me with her charm and intelligence.
Oh, I’m sure the world at large would be quite cynical about the whole thing - yes, a cute twenty-year-old, they’ll say, sure, it was her charm and intelligence that captivated you. Sure.
But it’s not like I don’t already have a whole array of cute twenty-year-olds making eyes at me. And I’ve been teaching for four and a half years now, not including my TA years, but Paige is the only student who’s ever had that effect on me.
Actually, scratch that, she’s the only woman who’s ever had that effect on me. And that was even before I found out that we had some, hm, tastes in common …
“Well, hello Sebastian, it’s good to see you.”
Ah, the chair of the department. A very nice old man, Tom, and he’s an old friend of my dad’s to boot, back when they were both young assistant professors teaching at the same college, but to be honest I wish the event would just begin already, so I can text her without all these people trying to talk to me.
“Hello, Tom. How’s it going?”
“Good, good. The usual. What are you working on these days?”
Believe me, Tom, you really don’t want to know what I’m working on these days, I think.
Aloud I say: “Nothing very exciting, just some preliminary research. You know how it is with these things, I’m just looking at some secondary sources to make sure nobody has already said the same thing.”
“Yes, of course. Well, if you ever want to talk, bounce some ideas off, you know … And I hope your dad’s well. I’ve been meaning to write to him and congratulate him about his latest article, you know, the one on Wordsworth. Great stuff. He just keeps pumping them out, doesn’t he? Tireless. I don’t know how he does it … Oh, I see they’re starting now, I have to go and welcome everyone. Anyhow, I’ll probably see you at the post-conference party tomorrow, we can talk more then.”
I smile and take my place - corner seat near the back, no one beside or behind me, perfect for what I’m about to do. I take out my phone,
making as though to silence it for the event, then furrow my brow, as though an urgent message has come up, demanding my urgent attention.
And then I click over to the messaging app and start typing.
Hello beautiful. Hope you had a good day. At the conference right now, all I can think about is you and our afternoon interlude, and how good it felt to come in your mouth, knowing that you’d still be able to taste me when you were at your next class …
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I’ve never been this cheerful and relaxed going to Dr. Morland’s class. It’s so good not to have to sit around wondering if he’s going to look at me in the same way, all that does-he-like-me-does-he-not stuff that was making me feel like I was in high school or something.
He’s been so sweet, it seems crazy that he would be, and yet he is. He’s been texting me every morning just to tell me he was thinking of me, and we’ve been hooking up over Skype at night for the last couple of days.
Needless to say, I’ve been sleeping very well!
I called home the other day, and mom actually asked me if something was up, because I sounded so relaxed.
Of course, I didn’t say anything about Sebastian - what am I supposed to do, announce cheerfully that I’m having a torrid affair with my college professor, whom I’m still taking a class with this term? I think not.
Obviously, if things are still going on after this term, I might give her a somewhat edited account of events, but not now. And it’s not even just about the scandal factor - it’s also that I feel like I would be jinxing things if I said anything too early.
I mean, I guess it is possible that I could just be very naïve, that he’s just looking for hot easy sex.
But why go to all that trouble? Yes, we do hook up every time we meet, but I’m sure it’s not like he couldn’t just go and pick up random women if that was all he was looking for.
And he always seems so tender, so kind afterwards …
“Hey, Paige.”
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