by Jaid Black
And somehow he continued to talk, somehow he continued to draw the attention of the class toward himself and keep it there, somehow he managed to keep glancing away from that scrumptiously wet cunt long enough to keep suspicion at bay. “...which resulted in the implementation of the calculus we use today...”
He didn’t know how he kept a straight face, didn’t know how he managed to refrain from breaking out into a sweat, for all it took was one glimpse of her pussy and he had reverted right back into the primal mode he’d spent that entire wondrous weekend in. “If you would turn now to page...”
But somehow or another he got through the lecture, managed to act as though nothing was amiss for another twenty minutes, even as Valentina played with her flesh the entire time. She never once stopped, he noted, not until he called an end to the class and told them he’d see them on Wednesday.
“Ms. Jason-Elliot,” he announced, amazed he sounded so calm, “I would like you to stay after class so we can discuss your schedule this term.”
“Of course,” she answered, sounding for all the world as though there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.
By the time the last student had filed out of the lecture hall and he’d shut and locked the door behind them, Neil had withstood as much torture as he could take. He walked toward the desk Valentina had occupied without saying a word, noticing absently that she was now standing next to it rather than sitting.
Unzipping his trousers, he released his stiff erection in one motion and raised her short skirt up to her hips in the next. His eyes flicked broodingly over her clean-shaven mons as his hands lifted her tight little top up over her breasts, freeing them for his palms. She gasped as he cupped them, her eyes narrowing in desire as his thumbs brushed over the nipples. “Turn around,” he said softly but forcibly.
He released her breasts as she obeyed him, allowing her to turn around in a half-circle and spread her legs apart so he could rut in her from behind. She bent over the desk as far as she could, closing her eyes in anticipation as she raised her buttocks into the air.
Valentina gasped as a long, thick cock surged into her wet flesh from behind. “Neil.” She moaned as he took her, groaning when he cupped her breasts from behind and played with her nipples while he fucked her.
Neil gritted his teeth as he rode her body, pumping in and out of her tight hole in long, agonizing strokes. His fingers tugged at and tweaked her nipples as he slammed into her again and again, wringing her body of orgasm after orgasm.
“Oh god.”
“Does my cock feel good?” he murmured into her ear, his balls slapping up against her ass he was pounding into her so hard. “Does it?” he ground out, his jaw clenched.
“Yes.”
Neil tugged at her nipples again, pulling them in the way she liked as a reward for her answer. She moaned, causing him to rut deeper and faster. “Has my pussy been bad this week?” he asked almost casually as he surged into her again and again. “Has it fucked anyone else?”
“No.” She met his thrusts, gluttonously loving every moment of it.
He rotated his hips and slammed home hard, his fingers still pulling and tweaking her elongated peaks. “I’ll give you more cock then,” he growled, “since you’ve been a good girl whilst away from me.” He lived up to his word, driving his stiff shaft into her over and over, again and again, making her cum more times and more violently than she’d previously thought possible.
Valentina closed her eyes and smiled, wanting him to go on fucking her forever, wanting him to slam into her for hour after hour, but sensing that his orgasm was drawing near. She met his thrusts greedily, slapping her buttocks back at him, groaning as he wrung her pussy into sopping wet flesh.
“Tina.”
And then he was coming, groaning as he surged into her for a final time, releasing her breasts, grabbing at her hips and digging into them with his fingers as he spurted his orgasm deep inside of her body.
He could scarcely breathe let alone move, so he kept her there for a protracted moment, pinned to the desk and joined to him at the flesh while he regained his senses.
When he let her up a moment later, she whirled around and regarded him, a smile tugging at her lips. She looked adorably wanton, he thought, her wide luminous eyes an innocent contrast against the top that had been shoved up over her breasts and the skirt that rode around her hips. “The spectacles are an arousing touch Neil, but I think next time you should remove them.” She made to break away from him. “No sense in getting them broken.”
Next time? he thought hopefully.
She pulled her tight white top down to conceal her breasts, then did the same with the skirt, hiding her bald cunt from his view. “You have another lecture in an hour, don’t you? At least that’s what John said. You better prepare for it.”
Neil shook his head to clear it. He was having a hard time getting back into lecture mode when the woman of his dreams had just sauntered into his hall, seduced him and fucked him mindless. “Y-Yes,” he stammered out, reigning in his thoughts. “Yes of course.”
She smiled, her purse going over her shoulder as she strolled towards the door. “See you later then.”
“Later?” He cleared his throat as he put his sated penis back into his trousers and zipped up. “When later?”
Valentina’s hand stilled on the doorknob. She regarded him from over her shoulder as she made to open it. “Soon.”
He nodded.
“Oh and Neil,” she said as she opened the door, stopping when it was half ajar, “one more thing.”
He searched her eyes. “Yes?”
“You are anything but boring.” She smiled slowly. “But if you call what we just did dull then feel free to bore me to tears any time.”
Neil watched her leave, realizing that somehow or another John had found her and spoken with her. There was no other explanation.
A grin tugging at the corners of his lips, he removed the gold-wire spectacles from his face and tossed them into the trash can as he strode from the lecture hall.
Chapter 10
“Bloody hell.” Neil muttered under his breath as he fished his spectacles out of the trash bin. He supposed he should have waited to complete the symbolic gesture of casting off the old and starting anew until after he was done lecturing for the day.
He’d realized almost from the onset of his last class that he wasn’t able to make out his own chicken scratches without visual aide. He had a final class left today and the contact lenses he’d worn to the Highlands were back at his flat.
Neil retrieved the spectacles, noting thankfully that no trash of any sort had been thrown on top of them. Hopelessly fastidious nevertheless, he couldn’t stop himself from taking them to the men’s washroom and giving them a thorough cleansing.
As he stood in front of the sink and dried the lenses, he glanced up at himself in the mirror. Pushing the gold-wire spectacles up the bridge of his nose, he noticed for the first time that they no longer looked right on him.
He had changed. She had changed him. Nothing was the same anymore and it never would be again. He smiled to himself, realizing that he didn’t mind that fact. Then he frowned, wondering what precisely that meant and whether or not Valentina Jason-Elliot would be a part of this new life.
* * * * *
Seated at a table inside of her hotel room, Valentina sipped thoughtfully from a glass of Merlot as she considered her next move. When she had first decided to go to the university this morning, a tiny tremor of doubt had assailed her before she’d seen the seduction through. If John had been wrong in his assumptions, after all, she would have felt like a fool.
But no. John had been right. Neil still wanted her. She was sure of that now. The problem as she saw it was getting a certain stubborn lecturer of mathematics to realize that they were made for each other.
She didn’t want doubts between them, didn’t want him constantly wondering if the bond they’d formed in the Highlands had been a fluke. She wanted him, all of him,
and she wanted him to long for her so badly that he’d overcome all reservations to the contrary and seek her out.
So she’d decided to seduce him...and to keep seducing him until he couldn’t stand the thought of a day going by without seeing her. She’d know the mission was accomplished when he could no longer wait for her to come to him and he hied off to find her instead.
With most men such a gesture would have been meaningless, but with Neil she realized it was just the opposite. When he came to her, when he could no longer bear the separation, that was when she’d know he was hers hook, line, and sinker.
Valentina raised the glass of wine to her lips and sipped slowly. She was going to seduce him again. It was just a question of how.
Chapter 11
Two evenings later, dressed formally in a tuxedo jacket and kilt, Neil made small talk with the mathematics colleague seated to his right inside the University of Edinburgh’s banquet hall. He couldn’t wait for the boring meal to come to an end, wanting as he was to go back to his flat and sort out his tumultuous thoughts in privacy.
He had thought Valentina would want nothing to do with him after their return from Cairn Gorm, but he had been wrong once. She had come to him and seduced him in his own lecture hall. But then she had disappeared and he hadn’t heard from her since. He wasn’t certain what to make of that.
After that morning two days ago when he had taken her over the desk, Neil had driven by her hotel room that night and contemplated going in. But he hadn’t. In the end, indecisive as to what he should do, he had merely sat in the car, broodingly staring out of the Lexus window, his emotions all over the place.
He was changing, life was changing. He felt like a pioneer trying to decide on the best course to take.
“Ah there you are. And I see you saved me a seat.”
Neil sighed a breath of relief, grateful that John Hastings had at last shown up. His arrival gave Neil the perfect excuse to quit chatting it up with the boring professors seated to the right of him. “Hello, John. It’s good of you to have finally made it,” he said pointedly.
“It’s not like any of us has a choice,” John said under his breath as he took the seat to Neil’s left. He plastered on a smile as he inclined his head toward the wife of a tenured professor. “Duty calls.”
“Mmm yes.” Neil grinned, meeting his friend’s gaze. “Nothing quite like a university function to slow down an already dull day I always say.”
“It’s about to get duller.” John sighed. “Professor Hamilton is approaching the podium.”
“Oh joy,” Neil said dryly. “I hope he tells us the story of how he made Queen Elizabeth’s acquaintance whilst in London. We’ve only heard it...what? Eighteen or nineteen times.”
John chuckled softly, then winced as Professor Hamilton began to speak. “Looks like twenty.”
Left with no choice, both men turned their attention toward the podium and listened as Hamilton droned on. Neil found his mind wandering, a natural reaction to sheer and utter boredom he supposed. As his thoughts scattered, he found them solidifying around the enigma of one particular woman. He couldn’t help but to consider what Valentina was currently doing. And just as importantly, whom she was doing it with.
Neil became so lost in his thoughts that it took his brain a suspended moment to register the fact that something out of the ordinary was happening, something he hadn’t been expecting at all. And it was occurring right at this table. Or more to the point still, right under this table.
Neil held himself steady, beads of perspiration breaking out on his brow, as a very warm and wanton mouth wrapped itself around his cock and took him all the way in. He knew that mouth well for it had sucked him off many times before, sinfully delicious in its skill. He could be blindfolded with a thousand different women taking turns giving him pleasure and he’d still be able to pick out a blowjob from Valentina without any difficulty at all.
As inconspicuously as possible, Neil glanced down toward his lap, brushed aside the table cloth a tad, and saw a long pink tongue dart out from between a pair of crimson-stained lips to lick around his sensitive head. He turned poker-hard in an instant.
Setting the tablecloth back in place, Neil took a deep breath as his gaze flicked around the room and he considered how in the hell he would possibly survive this banquet. He could feel the cum building up in his balls, knew he was going to shoot a huge load. He could even feel his breathing growing labored, though he did the best job he could to steady it.
Neil’s eyes closed briefly as Valentina began deep-throating him. He could feel her lips around the base of his cock, feel them stroking upwards in a smooth slide, feel them stopping at the head and sucking briskly at it. He felt his toes curl and his muscles clench as he did the best job he could do to keep from groaning aloud.
From the right, Professor Atchinson mumbled something or another to Neil under his breath. All he could do was smile and nod back once before turning away from him and facing the podium once more to shield his facial expressions somewhat.
He wiped the sweat from his brow as Valentina’s hands began to massage the muscles in his thighs. He took a deep breath as she paused to nibble at his head, then resumed her sucking.
She turned animalistic then, sucking on his cock in a fast up and down motion. Voracious. Greedy. Wanting his cum, wanting him to burst in her mouth right there under the table.
Her sucking became faster, faster, and faster still. Neil closed his eyes and breathed deeply, praying for once that Hamilton would keep on talking so that all eyes would remain trained on him up at the podium.
The sucking intensified around the head of his cock, all of Valentina’s considerable skill focused on that one highly sensitive area of his manhood. Fingers joined in to massage his balls and Neil knew that he was inevitably close to coming.
He could imagine what she looked like, see her golden brown head bobbing up and down on him in his mind’s eye, knew the look of carnal rapture that would be intrinsic to her facial features, knew what those puffy red lips would look like as they feasted on him. It was all he could take.
Hamilton’s speech came to a finale and applause broke out just in time to muffle the small groan Neil wasn’t able to suppress. He spurted into her awaiting mouth once, twice, three times, a seemingly endless eruption of sperm, as his muscles clenched tightly and his jaw went rigid.
“Thank god that’s over,” John murmured from beside him. “That was a bloody boring speech.”
Neil took a deep breath to steady himself. He had cum so hard he felt ready to black out. And now she was sucking at the tiny hole on his cock, her lips and tongue greedily cleaning him dry. He gritted his teeth. “Boring—right.”
Chapter 12
Neil awoke the next morning with a rigid hard-on. Stumbling out of bed naked, he wished a certain woman was lying next to him so she could take care of matters for him. But she wasn’t. Just as she had the morning she’d seduced him in the lecture hall, so too had she disappeared after sucking him half to death at last evening’s banquet.
She hadn’t stopped at one blowjob. She had gone on to give him two more. It still amazed him that at almost forty he could get so hard so quickly and produce such vast quantities of cum for this one incredibly arousing woman.
Prowling into the bathroom, Neil flipped on the shower and stepped under it, quickly washing his body and shampooing his hair. He had some work to take care of in the office today, though lord knows it was going to be difficult at best and impossible at worst to keep his brain tuned to mathematics.
Turning off the water he toweled himself dry, careful not to hurt himself in the process. His erection was quite large and painfully swollen. Slinging the towel over his shoulder, Neil padded back into the bedroom, his thoughts in chaos.
He wanted to go to her, wanted to find her. He needed her.
It was more than just sex that he desired from Valentina, more than mounting her body and riding her flesh into oblivion. He wanted all
of her...heart, soul, as well as body. He wanted what they’d shared on Cairn Gorm and he wanted it to last forever.
But would he make her happy in the long run? he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Could a twenty-nine-year-old passionate woman possibly remain happy living out her life with a reserved lecturer of mathematics ten years her senior?
These thoughts continued to plague him as he left the flat and made his way to the university. There were so many questions, so many damned doubts, but he also knew totally and completely that there was only one answer.
He had to have her, regardless to anything else. He had to find a way to keep her at his side.
Neil withdrew his office key from his trousers' pocket preparing to unlock the door. The door swung open at his touch, however, so he stepped inside figuring he must have forgotten to lock up before he’d retired home last night. The sight that greeted him made him stop in his tracks.
“Hi.”
The erection Neil had sustained all morning grew that much more pronounced as his eyes feasted on the reclining form of a very naked Valentina Jason-Elliot. She was lying on the small sofa in his office, the one opposite his desk, her legs spread wide, her bald cunt glistening.
Her breasts were thrust upward in invitation, the nipples already stabbing up from their puffy pink bases. She was simply lying there, wearing nothing but a mischievous smile, her legs splayed submissively wide for his thrusts.
“Hi.” Neil’s eyes burned possessively into hers as he closed the door behind him and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I was going to wait until tonight,” she admitted, her light green eyes hooded in desire, “but I found that I couldn’t.” She watched in anticipation as his muscled body emerged from the clothes.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured, “because I need to fuck you right now.”
And then she was reaching out for him, pulling him down on top of her as he settled himself between her thighs and surged into her in a singular powerful thrust. He could offer her no foreplay, no words of affection, for his mind had long since gone primal and his body had taken over in its need to mate with her.