by Dark Angel
I groan around his cock, and he shudders slightly before looking down at me. “Are you touching yourself right now? Because you better be fucking touching yourself when I cum down your throat.”
I moan again and immediately shove my hand inside my shorts so he can watch as I play with my clit. It doesn’t take either of us long before we’re on the verge.
But I want more. I need more. I need his cock.
I finger fuck myself furiously, giving him the same treatment with my mouth. I can’t decide what I want more, him to spin me around, bend me over his desk, and fuck me from behind until I cum, or for him to release himself in my mouth.
Turns out, I don’t have to decide, because the next thing I know, he’s gripping my head, his cock throbbing in my mouth as jet after hot, salty jet hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, not quiet in the least, and I send up a silent prayer to the sex gods that no one is anywhere near his office at the moment. Even though the risk of it makes me teeter on the brink of my own orgasm.
“Holy hell, Ana. That was… Just. Fuck.”
I release his cock with a pop and smile up at him as I wipe my mouth. He hauls me up and smashes his mouth to mine, taking me by surprise since I just swallowed a mouthful of his cum.
“Your turn,” he growls, shoving my shorts down, throwing them aside and grabbing my hips to put me back on his desk.
Oliver drops to his knees, his face right there in front of my pussy as he spreads my legs wide. He licks a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh, then his mouth is on me.
I cry out at the intrusion of his tongue plunging into my wet folds. “Oh god. Yes.”
My head drops back as I give in to the sensations rocketing through my body. Oliver licks me all over, then focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Light flickers behind my eyes as the intense waves of pleasure build and build and build until I’m ready to explode.
When he slides his fingers into my slit, crooking his finger and hitting just the right spot, that does it. Instantly.
I grip his head, pushing him harder against my pussy as I pulse and throb and clench around his fingers, feeling like I’m hurtling through space at warp speed.
What the hell was that? I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that. Like, ever.
When he licks me one last time, sending another round of shudders through my body, he stands, looking me in the eye and lifting a corner of his mouth in a cocky smirk.
“Think we can continue working on this project? We work well enough together for you?”
Uh, yeah.
I grin. “I think we’ll do just fine.”
I get dressed again and grab my phone, texting my friend Tatum to see if she wants to get dinner later. I know exactly what I’m doing tonight. Spilling all the deets about my naughty professor.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and look up at Oliver. “Now, how about that coffee?”
Oliver
I scrub my hand over my face as I push my laptop away from me and go to the kitchen for some more coffee. It’s going to be a long night, and I need caffeine to get me through it.
I want to get more done on my dissertation, but yet again I can’t focus. Ana has invaded my thoughts for the last two days. Against my better judgment, I asked her to get something to eat with me tonight, but she said she was going to see the Gravity concert at The Garden with a friend. Backstage passes.
Ridiculous as it is, part of me is jealous. Wondering if she’s going to hook up with some rock star.
I don’t really know her. She was going down on me in my office the day she met me. Who knows if that’s her thing? She’s the one wanting to do her term project on pushing boundaries and questioning why things are taboo. Maybe she’s one of those girls that feels like everything is an option. Spreading the love and all that.
I smile. I can see her being like that. Seizing every moment and every opportunity. It’s intriguing, just like the rest of her. I like how easy and free she seems.
Doesn’t mean I like the idea of some other guy putting his hands on her, though. Or in her.
I groan, tipping my head back. She felt so good coming on my fingers in my office. I want her on my cock next time.
I grab my phone, scrolling through the dirty texts she sent me earlier, shaking my head and laughing. She’s something else. I start to send her a text, then think better of it. I need to focus. Get some work done.
Yeah. Right.
By midnight, I’m just a jittery, horny mess, strung out on coffee and the need to get my hands on that girl. I gave up trying to work on my dissertation hours ago.
Maybe I need to get out. Go grab a drink or something. I’m almost out the door when my phone buzzes. I grab it and open up the message.
Ana: I think I need some extra credit.
I grin and tap out a quick response.
Me: I think your performance has been perfect so far.
Ana: Maybe I’m an overachiever.
She definitely gives it her best.
Me: Did you have something particular you’d like to work on improving?
I laugh out loud at the naughty professor games we’re playing.
Ana: Yeah. I think I want to go deeper.
Me: I promise I can go very deep.
Ana: Where are you?
Does she mean tonight? My dick jumps to life. Ready to go at the mere prospect.
Me: Thought you were at a concert?
Ana: My friend ditched me to bang the lead singer.
Well okay then. I text her my address.
Ana: Be there in twenty.
Looks like my night is taking an unexpected turn. One I certainly won’t complain about.
Twenty minutes later she’s standing in my doorway, looking all kinds of fuckable in a short skirt, tight shirt, and black boots. I grab her hand and yank her inside.
I don’t even say anything. Just grab her face and press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. Hungry. Needy. Crawling over me as much as I’m crawling all over her. Like we can’t get close enough fast enough.
I know there’s a scientific explanation for it, but it feels like more than that. Like something between me and Ana is combustible. Undeniable. Our bodies are drawn to each other, but there’s another connection there. In just a couple of days, I’ve seen enough of what’s beneath the surface to know that she’s an intriguing mess of contradictions that I want to lose myself in.
But right now, I want to lose myself inside her body. The one writhing against me, pressing against my throbbing cock.
I grab her thighs and hoist her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. I slam her back against the wall, holding her there with my body while my hands work her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Her bra follows right behind, leaving her full tits right there for the taking.
I close my mouth over her hard, pink nipple, pulling at it with my teeth while I pinch the other between my fingers. She gasps, squeezing her legs tighter. Pulling me even closer as if she can’t get close enough.
“Need you, Oliver,” she pants as my lips seal over her tit, sucking hard until she’s grinding on me, desperate for friction.
“I’m going to make you cum all night, baby. Don’t you worry. Over and over and over again.”
She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Hooking an arm under her ass and another up and around her neck, I carry her to my bedroom.
“You ready for this, Ana? You ready for my cock?”
I set her on the bed and rid myself of my clothes, standing in front of her naked. She scrambles up from the bed and crawls toward me, running her hands all over my body as if she can’t touch me enough.
“I’m so ready for it. I want it so bad.”
I groan. She’s so perfect. Ready and willing and wild and wanting.
I yank her boots off and pull her skirt down right after until all she’s wearing are deep red
lace panties. So fucking sexy. I peel them slowly down her thighs, then lift them to my face, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Her eyes go wide and dark, her breath coming out in heaving, needy gasps.
I wink. “You ready for that extra credit?”
Ana
Am I ever. I’m ready to take any and every assignment Oliver is willing to give me. And when I look down at his cock, so thick and straight, I know he’s definitely going to go deeper, just like he teased earlier. But it’s no joke. The man is huge, and I know he’s going to hit me in all the right places once he’s inside of me.
I can’t stop looking at him, touching him, kissing him. He guides me back on the bed, whispering, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
“Close your eyes,” he says when he comes back to me. I do, then I feel him press something small against my lips. “Trust me. Taste this and tell me what you think it is.”
I roll the little round and juicy bead in my mouth, then bite down on it. A pomegranate seed. I smile. “Sweet, but a little tart.”
“Just like I like it,” he laughs.
I open my eyes and eye him with a saucy grin. “Such a dirty professor.”
Running his hands up my stomach, he teases my nipples again, and my breath catches, the familiar tug down low making my pussy ache to be filled.
He grabs another seed and crawls up on the bed, taking my hips and flipping me until I’m on his lap, his hard shaft rubbing against my wetness.
Oliver takes the pomegranate seed and squeezes until the juice runs out, then spreads it over my nipples.
He leans forward and slowly, tantalizingly licks the juice from my tits. Moaning, I fist my fingers in his hair, holding his head against me. “God, I want you so much right now.”
Oliver stretches to reach his nightstand, grabbing a condom and sheathing his thick cock. Then he shifts, raising me above him until my pussy is just above his erection. Teasing me and tormenting me as he makes me wait, holding me just out of reach.
“Fuck me, Oliver,” I breathe.
His jaw ticks as if he’s barely maintaining control.
“Ana,” he bites out, his eyes flashing. “Tell me this isn’t just tonight. I don’t think I can get enough of you tonight. I need more of this.”
His words take me by surprise. Almost as much as my own reaction to them. Because that’s what I want too. Even if it’s forbidden. I’m his student.
But I don’t care. I nod. “I want more of you, too,” I say softly. Then I smirk. “But if you don’t hurry up and give it to me already, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Can’t have that, can we? I kind of like your mind. It’s all kinds of complicated and sexy.” He grins.
Then he lowers me slowly on his cock, sliding into me completely, so very deep. So very full.
I begin moving, slowly at first, grinding my clit against him every time I sink down. Soon, we’re both moaning, picking up the pace, slamming into each other as we claw our way to ecstasy.
Suddenly, he flips me over, staying inside me the whole time. Then he goes even deeper. Fucking me so good that I don’t think I’ve ever been so thoroughly claimed by a man.
His cock slides in and out of me, the thick shaft dragging along my inner walls as I convulse and grip him, the friction driving me wild, sending me careening toward a cliff that I’m all too eager to fall from.
We cum together, his huge cock swelling and throbbing inside me as I pulse over and over again.
We collapse in a sweaty heap. Once we’ve caught our breath and the shocks have subsided, I look at him and flash my dimples.
“Well, professor, I think I’m doing quite well with your lessons. What do you think?”
He chuckles, playing with my nipple as he bends to bite my lip. “I think you’ll be passing with flying colors. Maybe even with honors. You’re definitely taking your dedication to your project above and beyond.” He frowns. “But maybe it was a fluke. I think I’m going to need you to show me again that you’ve learned your lesson.”
I reach down and grip his cock. “I think I can manage that.”
He’s already hard again, ready to go. So I get to work showing him what a quick study I am. The perfect student.
Did I say before that I’d much rather stay in bed than go to classes? Yeah, about that. I think I’ve finally found the perfect solution. Professor Mason’s class is one I can definitely get behind. I don’t even have to leave the bed.
Rose’s Wish
I can’t stop looking at my ring finger as I wait for Eric to come to through the door. I’m waiting in nothing but my birthday suit. My perfect breasts are supple and full as I’m standing here my heart hammering in my chest, waiting for him to come home. God that still sounds weird—our home. His keys click in the lock, and as he steps through the door I’m there to greet him. His mouth is open wide as I fling my naked body onto him, planting a juicy wet kiss on his lips.
Dropping his briefcase in the doorway, he wraps his arms around my waist, carrying me through the entryway and to the living room where I have the fireplace roaring and our soft music playing. The lights are low and the champagne is chilling in the bucket. He lays me on the couch as he leans over to kiss me.
Looking into his eyes, I can see the passion and how much he missed me even though I only left slightly before he did. It feels like forever when we aren’t together. But here we are right now. I tug at his shirt and run my hands underneath it. Letting my fingers glide across his chest while he raises his arms for me, I pull his shirt up off of his head.
He is so gorgeous, his rock hard eight pack makes me wet every time I touch it. This time is no exception either. My clit grows stiff as I squeeze my legs together. I run my hands down to undo Eric’s belt buckle and once loose from his pants, I toss it over the back of the couch. It clatters to the floor. I yank his pants off of his body to expose that thick imprint in his boxers.
Just looking at that imprint makes my mouth water. With a furious urgency, I free his cock. Eric helps me as he wiggles out of his boxers. I take that shaft into my hands, letting my fingers slide across the head of his shaft. Running my fingers up and down the full length of it, I feel every inch of it under my fingers. That rock hard gorgeous twelve-inch manhood. His huge heavy balls, hanging under him. My fingers work their way down to play with those cum-laden balls
I caress them gently, and slowly Eric flicks his tongue across my nipples as he hovers over my body. The touch of his skin against my hard nipples causes a shiver to roll through my body. I can't help but shake as I slide down on the couch, and I keep sliding until I’m perfectly lined up with his massive shaft. I put my mouth on the head licking across it making it all moist and wet. My hands still stroking the rest of his shaft and his balls. I pull his shaft deeper into my mouth. I want to feel his cock hitting the roof of my mouth. Banging up against my tonsils. I twist my tongue around it getting it all moist, taking the rest of that hard shaft deeper.
It is so big that massive cock. I bob up and down on it, wiggling my hips as I thrust them about. As I make his shaft disappear, he works his hips in a circular motion against my face, and the pleasure of it makes me shudder.
I feel his cock in my mouth roaring to life, starting to jerk as I feel that head getting slick with pre-cum. Coating the back of my throat I taste its salty and sweetness. All of the day's frustrations are about to be released with his explosion. I feel it coming, and I can’t keep my composure any longer. I want it to run from the corners of my mouth and across my hand and down in between my fingers. I can’t wait to feel it sliding in sheets across me. I keep that head in my throat because I feel it jerking to critical mass. The explosion from his shaft rumbles and fills my mouth within a matter of minutes. I gulp as fast as I can, but it doesn't work; it still keeps my mouth full. I wait until it comes to a full stop before moving it out of my mouth. The long sheets of creamy goodness cover my hands and lands on his balls.
I work my fingers into his sack s
mearing those sheets into his balls. It feels so good touching and rubbing them deeply. His cock is a thing of beauty, and right now my pussy is aching for it. I whisper to Eric, “Fuck me.” He pulls me up so that my pussy is lined with his cock. My cunt wants to feel his head pushing into it. Eric gives me what I ask for, and his head plunges deep into me.
He thrusts his hips wildly, continuing to push his cock deeper. I finally give in to him and thrust my hips upward to meet his shaft, taking it deep all at once. The pleasure that it makes me feel spills from my mouth as I let out a loud moan, and Eric uses that as his cue to attack my pussy with all of his primal lust. I hope we hold onto this animalistic way we crave each other. God, he feels so fucking good inside me. My head snaps as I arch my back hard. I look into his eyes and see that lust dancing across them as I try to keep up with his speed.
I crave his cock. I am so happy that Eric’s cock will be all mine from now on. I can’t wait until we say I do. My pussy tightens around his shaft keeping it in place, an unrelenting hold, and I can hear the sucking of it as his cock tries to slide back and forth. I don’t want to let it go, and I won’t have to ever again. I want his cock to stay right where it is. My pussy can’t help itself, I feel that warm sensation taking over me, a strong shiver courses through my body and sends me into orbit. My juices pour out of my pussy, covering Eric’s cock and making it slick with my juices.
Eric slides us to the edge of the couch, and we don’t stop sliding until the soft plush of the carpet caresses my skin. Eric lays me on the carpet nice and gentle, letting it claim me as he releases my legs from around his waist. Taking to kneel in front of me, he raises my legs up above my head. His massive head presses against my ass as he pulls me, lifting my ass off the carpet to meet him. He pushes his slick cum-covered cock into my ass, and I grip the soft carpet with my fingers as I feel his head exploring my ass.
Finding his rhythm once inside my ass, he goes to work pounding it. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass is like music to my ears. I slowly run my fingers down my neck, across my supple breasts, taking my nipples into my fingers and rolling them back and forth. Touching myself, knowing he is watching me, makes my clit hard. Every touch of my fingers against my skin sends a tingle throughout my body.