by Madison Faye
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!
The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.
“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”
I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.
His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professor's desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.
“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”
His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only very bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that.”
He grins.
21
Ellie
We go out to eat later - again, a few towns away where no one’s going to recognize us. And once again, it’s like none of the labels matter. I’m not his barely-legal student, and he’s not my inappropriately older professor.
We’re just Ellie and Liam, having the time of our lives.
Liam parks in the athletics department parking lot and insists on walking me back to my dorm, even if we both know Ally’s home tonight and he can’t come in.
The campus is dark and bathed in dim moonlight as we walk hand-in-hand back to my dorm. We’re near the far, dark side of the English building, when I sigh.
“I wish my roommate was gone.”
Liam turns to me, one brow arched a hungry look on his face that gets my heart pounding in the darkness.
“Oh?” He grins at me as he steps closer. “And why’s that?”
I blush as I bite my lip. “Cause I kind of want you right now.”
“Just kind of?” He growls, moving right against me and cupping my jaw with his hand.
“It’s more like a whole lot,” I breathe, swallowing thickly.
Without warning, Liam suddenly pulls me into him, kissing me hard on the mouth. I gasp as he pushes us back, right up against the brick wall of the English building.
I gasp at the ferocity of him as I feel his hand immediately slide between us up under my skirt. I moan into his mouth as he rubs my slit through my panties, and I can feel his hardness on my thigh as he grinds against me.
His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive collarbone and making me moan out loud. His hands move to the light tank top I’m wearing, pushing it up over my belly and over my lacy bra. I quickly yank it off, moaning as his mouth dips to kiss and nibble at the valley between my breasts as he slipped his hand behind me to unhook my bra and push it up off of me.
His mouth on my pink, erect nipples has me tossing my head back in pleasure, arching my back towards him. I can feel a burning desire radiating out from my pussy as he teases me, and I gasp again as he starts to drop to his knees, his mouth dropping lower and lower over my stomach.
My panties are pulled quickly from me as he pushes my skirt up to my hips and hungrily moves his mouth up to my wet slit. I cry out as his tongue dragged hotly through my folds, whimpering as my hands drop to his hair.
“Oh God, Professor!” I moan as his hands slide up the backs of my thighs, grabbing my ass and pulling me against his mouth.
He hooks a leg up over his shoulder as his tongue delves deeper into my wet slit, I coo softly as his hands kneed my ass and his tongue dances across my clit. I whimper little mewling sounds and let my fingers tease my nipples as he pushes me higher and higher, making my body tumble under his tongue.
He groans between my legs, pushing his tongue hotly into my slit and making me squirm and writhe in pleasure. He pushes two fingers between the tight, pink lips of my pussy, curling them up inside of me as he tongues my clit.
I can’t take it anymore, and I drag him up, reaching between us and moaning as I feel his cock - already throbbing hard and out of his pants. I pull it against my dripping wet slit as he growls into my ear, and with one thrust of his hips, he’s buried to the hilt inside of me.
Liam begins to fuck me with deep, powerful stroke, both of us gasping at the ferocity of our love-making.
"You looked so fucking hot tonight, baby" He growls into my ear as I moan and wrap my legs around him.
“Such a hot fucking tease in that sexy little skirt, showing off those legs and that perfect ass of yours." I gasp, feeling him grind in deep.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me and flips me around. I moan and shiver as I put my palms against the brick wall, arching my ass out towards him.
It might be dark, but we’re so out in the open right now.
And I’m dripping wet.
It’s the fact that anyone could come up and see us like this - that anyone could walk past and see Professor Martin balls-deep in a freshman - that has me hotter than ever, and literally panting for his cock.
I groan as I feel him push his big, thick cock back into me, grunting as he begins to fuck me hard from behind.
I moan loudly as I feel Liam’s strong hands grab me by the hips, holding me tight and palming his hand over my tight ass as he fucks me like an animal. I whimper as one hand trails over my hip to my clit, a thumb brushing over it as his beautiful cock drives in and out.
"Oh fuck, Liam!” I moan, shoving my hips back to meet his thrusting as he pumps in and out of me. His other hand slips into my hair, making me gasp as he pulls it just hard enough to send an electric shiver through my body. His lips are at my ear, his breath hot against my neck as his cock throbs huge inside of me.
I’m going to come.
My body is spiraling out of control, and the world spinning around me as the orgasm comes roaring up to claim. And I don’t even have time to tell him before it comes shattering out of me.
I cry out as I come, clawing at the brick wall and clinging to my sanity as I go crashing over the edge.
Liam roars out as he grinds his cock into me, and I can feel it throb as his hot come explodes into me.
We rock like that slowly as the last of his hot seed pumps into my tight slit, before we collapse, gasping, against the wall.
We’re quiet for more than a few seconds, just stroking each other’s skin as we slowly came back to earth.
I giggle as I slowly pull off of him, shivering wickedly at the feel of his come dripping out of me as he hands me my bra and tank top.
Liam kisses me hotly, pulling me tight against him before he reaches for his shirt.
My phone suddenly buzzes from my purse with a text. It’s Ally:
“Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks…perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”
I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck. “What’s is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone back into my bag and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.
“Nothing, huh?”
I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him. This man who’s making me feel and opening up this who
le new side of me. “I- I mean; do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”
“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”
I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”
He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A party?”
“It’ll be fun?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I teach here.”
“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weigh out how serious I am about this. Heck, I’m trying to weigh that out.
“It’ll be fun, huh?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just… I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”
He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”
He pulls me against him as he leans back against the brick wall. “Show me off, huh?”
I feel my face flush. “Well, yeah, cause you’re sort of wonderful, you know.”
Liam laughs. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
“I can think of a few other sweet things I can do to this man,” I say breathily, feeling my cheeks blush at even saying something like that.
He laughs though, pulling me into him. “I’ve created a monster.”
I giggle. “Yep!”
He holds my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before he starts to nod. “Alright, fuck it, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah, let's go to the mask party.”
“Mask and toga party, actually.”
His brows shoot up. “What?”
“Can’t back out now!” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely.
22
Ellie
January in coastal New England seems like possibly the last time of the year you'd want to throw a toga-themed party, but nevertheless, the festivities are in full swing by the time we get there.
The fraternity house is just off campus, and it’s pretty much exactly the place you'd imagine it to be - a little grungy, a little dirty, smelling a lot like beer, and full of people.
There’s another flash of apprehension as we move through the front door and into the crowd as people start to to turn and see us, but I force myself to relax. We’re both wearing masks, and Liam’s even wearing a white spandex sports sleeve over his tattooed arm under his toga. No one knows who we are.
"So, ready to party?" I grin as I grab Liam’s hand and drag him through the front door.
He looks bewildered and a possibly more than a little out of his element amongst the throngs of college-aged kids chugging beer and grinding to hip-hop music, but really, so am I. He squeezes my hand back and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“What, this?" He rolls his eyes dramatically and grins back at me. “I’m going to show these kids how it's done."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, peppering his cheek with kisses.
We went to a shopping center earlier a few towns over earlier to buy sheets for tonight, and someone had mistaken us for father and daughter. It wasn’t totally unbelievable considering he was more than double my eighteen years, but I was determined that tonight, no one would have any illusions as to the nature of our relationship, and they could think whatever they wanted about it.
Besides, it isn’t like it’s going to be hard keeping my hands on Liam Martin all night. I mean he’s gorgeous for one, and honestly in probably better shape than half the frat guys cavorting around the place in bedsheets. I grin to myself as we walk in, seeing him already turning heads as we move into the crowd, and I know it isn’t just that he’s by far and away the oldest guy in the room. He looks hot, and I know that more than a few of the looks he’s getting are from girls my age. The looks he draws are checking him out, rather than wondering who he is and why a guy their father's age is at this party. Liam isn’t like all the other shirtless jocks high-fiving each other and crushing beer cans, with their waxed chests and cheesy tribal tattoos. No, Liam is a man, complete with hairy chest and without cliched tattoos.
As we move into the back room, looking for the keg, a girl I recognized from one of my classes but who’s never spoken to me catches my arm while Liam’s head is turned the other way.
"Oh my God, Ellie!” she whispers conspiratorially as she arches her brow and runs her eyes up and down Liam’s muscled back and arms; "Who is that?"
I grinned, feeling the warm glow tickle up my whole body. "Oh, my boyfriend." I say it as nonchalantly as possible, but inside I’m practically jumping up and down.
"Oh- wow." The girl gives me a big grin, as if she’s looking at me in a whole new light before she gives Liam one more hungry look and moves off into the crowd, leaving me on cloud nine.
“Ellie!”
I turn as Ally came pushing through the crowd towards us.
"Hey, Ell- Oh!" Ally stumbles over her words as her jaw drops, and she looks quickly between Liam and I with a big grin on her face.
Oh hi!" She gives me a quick 'are you fucking kidding me' look before she drags her eyes back to Liam.
"You must be…”
“Matt,” Liam says with a chuckle.
"Well, Matt, I'm very glad to meet you! You've got a great girl here you know, and you better be nice to her!" She prods Liam’s bare chest, exposed in the toga, and then falters as she keeps her hand on his hard, chiseled muscles a moment longer than necessary. Anyone else and I might be insanely jealous, but this is Ally after all.
He smiles, winking at me. "I plan on it."
Well, I think to myself, at least she didn't say anything totally embara-
“This is the total hottie who took your virginity?" I cringe and blush scarlet as Ally's slightly drunk "whisper" belts out loud enough for people around us to look over with raised brows.
“Ally!”
"Sorry! Sorry!" She brings her hands to her mouth and gives me an over-the-top apologetic look.
I look up at Liam over her shoulder, but he’s grinning and looks more amused than anything else.
Ally in tow, we move through the crowd towards the back room where the keg is apparently being kept. Liam grabs us three cups, but as he reaches for the tap handle, suddenly a sweaty, shirtless frat-looking guy with a backwards baseball hat and a toga half-hanging off his torso butts in front of him.
He turns and gives Liam a cocky once-over. "Brothers get to cut the line, pal." He stops suddenly in his clearly half-drunk state and peers closer at Liam, as if suddenly actually seeing him.
"Hey, DAD, who the fuck invited you anyways?" He turns and smirks at the two guys who’ve butted the line with him as if he’s just had the line of the century.
"My girlfriend did." Liam says without missing a beat. His voice is even, but I see the muscles in his forearm clench for a moment. He nods towards me, and I feel myself go a little red, even though I’m wearing a mask. The frat guy turns and looks me up and down before turning back to Liam with a smirk on his face.
"Ooooh, it's like that, huh?" Suddenly he pushes Liam a step back as he laughs and turns back to me. "Hey babe, how about you ditch the old guy and come get some of thi-"
In a flash, Liam has the guy's arm twisted behind his back and frat-guy is suddenly whining as he’s forced to his knees on the floor. The crowd around us goes a little quiet, and I tense as I see a few other frat guys suddenly start to push their way through.
Liam glances up and seems to see them coming, but his face is dead even, almost casual. As I watch, with Ally clutching my arm, Liam calmly reaches down and plucks the guy's beer out his other hand. And then, just as the other frat brothers break through the ring around us, Liam grins at them, tilts the cup back, and chugs down every drop of the guy's beer.
I tense, feeling Ally grab my arm even tighter as the circle around us goes quiet. Suddenly, t
he frat guys around us just start cheering.
Wait, what?
Bewildered, Ally and I watch as a bunch of them crowd around Liam, slapping his back, shaking his hand, and even pouring him a fresh beer.
"What the hell was that all about?" I ask him as the bros start to disperse back into the crowd and the music starts up again.
Liam, looking more than a little smug, shrugs sheepishly. "I was a jock in college, guys," he grins at Ally and I. "I guess I speak the language."
We crack up before I snag his arm and drag him into the dancing crowd.
23
Ellie
Ally apparently knows when to bug off, and goes off on her own as Liam pulls me close and we start to dance.
The whole thing is just surreal. Here I am, the book-nerd, the virgin, the wallflower, at some crazy college frat party dancing with the hot guy. And beyond all that, I’m loving it. And while part of me is still hanging on to the whole hangup of this being “wrong”, I can’t help but wonder why that is?
So we’re different ages; so what?
Yes, what's happening between us has an element of scandal to it given our positions as student and teacher, but even as hot as it is, it’s not something dirty - at least, not in that way. I can’t help how I feel, and this isn’t some “lust” thing where I’m just swept up by the first guy I sleep with and letting myself get carried away with the whole older man fantasy. I mean, I’d had a crush on Liam Martin since school started, before I even knew what that crush really meant. Yeah, I was introducing him to best friend with a mask on and a fake name, and when I looked at our relationship or whatever this thing was through that particular lens it seemed a bit tarnished.
Beyond that of course was that Liam was my damn college English professor. I had pretty open-minded parents, but I had a pretty hard time picturing them giving the go-ahead on a forty year old man having a romantic relationship with their eighteen year old college freshman daughter.