George had been a late bloomer who had gotten into college a virgin. Professor Kendra had been offering free business marketing tutorials to students who were interested. George was the only student who was interested. Student and professor had formed a bond, she poured out her knowledge to him while he offered her plain companionship.
Their relationship changed from professor and student to a sexual relationship, one snowy morning. George had no lectures; Professor Kendra had no class to teach. As had become the norm, George rushed down to her house, let him in when she didn’t answer the door. Few minutes later, Professor Kendra walked into the room, stark naked except for the glasses tipped on her nose.
She was shocked to see George. After the initial shock wore off, her first question was, "How old are you George?”
“Nineteen”, George had answered.
“Your lucky day, boy,” that had been Professor Kendra’s last words to him that day. Words that had officially made him a man.
The Professor had ordered a confused George to undress, which he reluctantly did. He knew he was about to have his first sexual experience, he wasn’t sure he should do it with his professor.
His first initiation into sexual intercourse had been a blowjob. Professor Kendra had grabbed cold honey from the fridge and rubbed it on his penis. It had taken every bit of restraint for George not to ejaculate during the honey rubbing. The professor had simply smiled at his discomfort and completed her task. The first feel of her tongue licking off the honey from his dick had resulted in massive ejaculation. The professor had gladly swallowed it. Later she told him that a man’s first real seeds ought never to be wasted.
After the ejaculation, making him to get another hard-on was easy work. Professor Kendra simply cleaned his joystick of every trace of cum using her powerful lips and tongue. George came again.
Student and professor lying naked on a sofa then proceeded to study business marketing. The sex sharpened George’s understanding of the topic for the day. Professor Kendra was so impressed that she let him try her shit hole. She said it was important to fuck the mouth and shithole before proceeding to the pussy.
His thrust though a bit clumsy at first, increased with force and speed after he felt the warmth of the shit hole. It was another world entirely, one he could live in forever. She made him fondle her breast while he thrust. He was amazed by the softness of her breast, her nipples felt like peanut he couldn’t wait to chew on. She urged him to thrust harder. His thrust speed marvelled him. He never knew he had such energy; maybe sex was rejuvenating him.
Business marketing lectures had deeper meaning after that day. He would sit in class, fantasizing about her; imagining her with nothing but her glasses on. Planning the things he’ll do to her later was his favourite pastime in class. Professor Kendra denied George a feel of her pinkie vagina for one month into their affair. He had lost hope of ever feeling that, he was grateful enough to get blowjobs and be allowed to fuck her shit hole.
His first pass into the vagina involved lessons on how to pleasure a woman with your tongue. He learnt how to tease the vulva with the tongue, stroking it gently whilst applying no teeth. Professor Kendra made sure he got the vagina eating right but he was allowed to fuck her cunt. After then the policy became, if you want heads, then you must give heads. George became a 69 expert in no time. It was really an emotional moment for him when Professor Kendra had to leave. Since then no girl had successfully fucked him, he always fucked them and was content to get a simple release.
It was so annoying that a little girl who probably didn’t know how to fuck properly was giving him a hard time. By the time he got to office, most of the anger had dissipated. As expected Millicent had called the office several times, since his cell phone was switched off. He had to return her call.
“Hello Mom,” he chimed into the phone when she picked after the first ring. As expected she berated him for leaving without saying good-bye. She groaned on and on about social manners.
“Sorry Mom, something urgent came up that demanded my attention. I’ll see you as soon as I can. Love you mom,” with that he returned the phone to its cradle.
Jennifer dressed carefully before leaving the room. It was important to tease him with her look. So far, she had done well. She couldn’t afford to disappoint. Putting on her newspaper jumpsuit with flat gladiator sandals, Jennifer surveyed her look in the mirror. The dress and shoe was perfect, her hair needed more work. A little curl always gave her an angelic look. After acting like the devil last night, it would be amusing to appear angelic. Hair and makeup done. Jennifer headed to the dining room. Millicent had told her dinner was by 7a.m on the terrace.
The sun was unusually smiley today; maybe fate had great plans for the day. Spotting Millicent sitting alone was a surprise to Jennifer. Maybe George was still sleeping or probably holed up in his room sulking about last night. He couldn’t stay up there all day; he’ll definitely have to make an appearance.
“Good morning, Milly," Jennifer chimed. She was allowed to use the nickname, it was a special privilege accorded to her. “Good morning, Jenny. Oh my god, you look so radiant”, Milly gasped. From her look Millicent knew Jennifer had no idea George was gone.
“Thank you, Milly. You don’t look bad yourself," Jenny replied.
“Too bad, George is gone. Your look would have certainly swept him off his feet," Millicent added. Thank God for years of practice aimed at concealing emotions, Jennifer betrayed no emotion. What a waste of fine dressing plus hours spent on getting a little curl. Had he been so ticked off that he had to run off?
“He had urgent business in the office. He’ll be there all day,” Millicent added. Jennifer knew she had to think fast, she couldn’t let him just slip from her fingers. Who knows when next she’ll be here for a weekend? She couldn’t just show up every weekend. It would seem desperate. No point, thinking on an empty stomach. Putting on her best smile for Millicent, Jennifer cheerfully asked, “What are we having for breakfast?”
After breakfast, they took a little walk in the garden. The house was big and lonely. The two women spent a lot of time gossiping. Time did fly that Saturday. Jennifer still had no idea how to reconnect with George. During Lunch, a neighbour visited and like a flash of lightening, an idea hit Jennifer.
If the man was a workaholic, he’ll definitely need food to recoup his energy. Today was Saturday, so there was every chance he had no staff around. “How about I take lunch to George,” Jennifer asked Millicent. Her question shook Milly, the girl was obviously smitten by her son. Taking lunch to him, wouldn’t be a bad idea, even though she knew George had an army of staff round the clock to cater to needs like that.
“That is a wonderful idea. Thank you, Jenny.”
“That boy works so hard and sometimes forgets to eat.”
“I’ll pack the lunch and call him before you get there,” Millicent rambled.
Jennifer could almost not believe her ears. She dashed up the stairs, freshened her makeup and decided against changing. Her attire was perfect. She could even go out to Lunch with the King of England dressed as she was.
Lunch packed and armed with George’s office address and phone number, Jennifer embarked on her mission. She drove slowly, mapping out her strategies. This was not just a game but war and she intended to win; the price of defeat was simply too great to reckon. Her entire future depended on the success of this scheme.
***
There was always business matter to be attended to. Work was his bride; she never turned him or let him hang dry. He was proud of everything he had accomplished. From being a nobody, he had suddenly become a great force in business circles. His shipping line was the largest in the country plus he owned a several oil wells in Africa. He had surpassed his every goal in life except one. He was yet to find a woman who could fuck like or even better than Professor Kendra.
The office was unusually busy for a weekend. There were staff everywhere, approaching the receptionist at the front desk w
ith her superior smile Jennifer rattled off her name. She told the receptionist upfront that she didn’t have an appointment and certainly had no patience to wait.
The receptionist was pissed and enthralled by Jennifer’s attitude but had no choice than to call upstairs and check if the boss was free. The visitor looked like somebody important, maybe a girlfriend. Although the boss was rarely seen with females except it was for business purposes. This visitor was certainly here on a social call and not business. This Jennifer’s jump suit was very flattering and was worth nothing less than her three months’ salary.
“What the hell did she want in this office,” George almost spewed out the question when his secretary informed him of his august visitor. Hadn’t he suffered enough torture in her hands? Was she here to rub it in? All the same, he didn’t want to annoy his mother whom he knew was behind the august visit. He asked them to bring her in and hold his other appointments till she was gone.
Jennifer glided like a queen, following the staff that had been appointed to guide her. His office complex was spacious and expensively designed. The interior screamed of success. This was even better than been born into money. Doing her best to appear too impressed, for the second time that day Jennifer put on her best smile.
“Thank you Isabelle,” George said to the lady who brought Jennifer to him. Immediately the door was shut, he turned towards her and growled, “What do you want here? Here to complete your little game?"
When he got no reply he continued, "Whatever your game is, I’m not playing." Jennifer smiled, cleared his table and arranged the lunch she had brought. She was going to offer herself as the second and third course after he was done with the first course meal.
“Your mom sent you lunch,” Jennifer quietly informed him, taking the seat across him. There was no way he could turn down his mom’s food. He would eat, thank her for bringing the meal and let her go off. George unfastened his tie, washed his hands and settled down to enjoy the meal of salad and chips. It was better than fast food. Nobody could cook like his mom. Jennifer watched him eat for five minutes before asking, "Aren’t you going to invite me to join you?"
George was ashamed, he had totally forgotten all about the meal bearer. “Please join me,” he invited stiffly. Jennifer proceeded to wash her hands and then joined him. He was not cheerful sharing his meal with her but he’ll definitely brighten up when she offered him the second and third course. They ate in silence, until Jennifer intentionally dropped salad on her dress. The cream splattered over a small section. “Sorry,” George mumbled, “you can clean off in the bathroom.”
Right in the bathroom, Jennifer took off her dress. Cleaned off the stain and left the jumpsuit in the bathroom. Good thing she had dressed carefully that morning. Her underwear was perfect, red lacy bra and matching thongs. She roughed up her hair a bit and stepped out.
George was confused on whether to leap for joy or run for cover on spotting Jennifer almost naked. But his dick made the decision for him. Stupid dick who never got tired of being teased. He was sure this was one of her games. He was going to let her play; only that he was going to control the game this time. He brushed off the remaining of his lunch. “Ready for your second course,” Jennifer asked.
“Did my mother also cook that?” George retorted with mischief glowing in his eyes. Letting out a small sexy giggle, Jennifer proceeded to the table. She wheeled his chair a little backwards and settled into his laps, her two legs spread out on opposite sides. This felt too good to be true, George cautioned himself. He was going to play and not lose sight of his aim. He didn’t become a billionaire by letting people play him.
Unfastening her bra was his first move. He needed to see those grapes let lose. She was all-ticklish in his hands basking in every touch and spurring him on. He knew she would probably be dynamite in bed but no match for Professor Kendra. Like a hungry young cub he suckled on her breast while inserting his finger into her pussy. Gosh! She was so tight and warm in there. He could already imagine what it would be like to stick his engorged dick into her. He tested his fingers, first one, and then two before he finally dipped three in. He enjoyed hearing her moan. She was furiously scratching at his back.
The man was amazing with his fingers, only God knew what pleasure he would offer with his dick. Hope he had enough stamina for a third course because she was certainly in. Running her hands through his silky hair, Jennifer moaned with pleasure. He was tearing her insides apart. His fingers could fuck better than any dick she had ridden. He was still fully dressed, maybe it was time to show him she was offering him the real thing and not teasing him.
Jennifer moved to take off his shirt but George refrained her. “This is for real,” she mumbled. “I want you, no games.” George almost shouted for victory on hearing those words but he knew he had to stay calm. It was important he stayed in charge. “Leave the shirt on for now, let me pleasure you some more,” he piped in a husky voice.
Jennifer was impressed. Most men were all for their own pleasure, this dude was certainly a rare breed. Her pussy felt so wet. George could feel her about to climax as he fucked her with his finger. He claimed her mouth with his while leaving his fingers inside her and quickening the pace. Slowly, he possessed her mouth. She tasted like his mother’s salad. Fresh and satisfying, he could never ask for a better taste. Her tongue was eager to mate with his, soon they formed a rhythm better than any blues ever written.
It was like a volcano explosion, her climax was so powerful he called feeling her entire body shake. A climax should make her a bit weary, but this climax totally revitalized her. Jennifer was impressed, right now she wanted the dick more than ever. If he could give her such a powerful climax with his fingers than his dick would certainly work magic. She longed to feel him inside her. Riding him like a horse would certainly be exhilarating. He would probably be as strong as a stallion.
George was banking on the fact that she would want more; watching her face after the climax assured him he had guessed rightly. He let her pump up the action this time. She was a good kisser but she kissed like her girl. Too soft, too gentle. He almost burst out laughing. Jennifer was excited to see the happy look on his face; she must be doing something right.
George knew better than to try to penetrate her pussy immediately after a cum. The muscles needed time to relax and return to normal. He thumbed his hands through her hair, letting her neck him. The kisses she planted on his neck felt so soft and feathery, he was glad she kissed like a girl.
Slowly he moved to play with her nipples, rubbing his fingers against them. They felt like star fruit seeds, small and pleasant to touch. She gasped with pleasure whenever he applied little pressure on them. He squeezed her breast a little hard. Sending shivers down her spine. Gently, he laid her atop his table and stared at her for a few seconds. If circumstances were reversed he would definitely fuck her, right now he needed to teach the little wench a lesson. She looked so venerable lying there with just her red soaked panties.
Jennifer watched him with eager eyes; she silently prayed that being good in the bedroom department would be enough to keep him. He unfastened his belt, still holding her gaze. Climbed atop and began to grind against her. Suddenly, he stopped. He totally unzipped his trouser, walked out of it and into the bathroom. He was going to get a condom, Jennifer smiled to herself.
It hurt to work away from a willing pussy; it was never an easy feat even for a billionaire like George who could have almost any pussy he wanted. Jerking off his ready to burst penis, George stilled his mind to the task of freshening up. He had a quick shower. Took out fresh clothes from the walk in closet in the bathroom and marched back into his office like a champion.
Jennifer could almost not believe her eyes. She had heard the water running but attached no meaning to it. He couldn’t leave her this way. Breaking the silence before she could form coherent words George calmly said, “My secretary would lock up after you. Feel free to use the shower.” Having said that he walked out.
Besting George
Some urges required specific cure from a specific doctor. Jennifer does the walk of shame on her own terms.
For Jennifer the rest of the weekend went by uneventful. She was totally pissed. It was okay for a girl to be a tease but a man couldn’t be a tease. Men were supposed to let their dicks think and act for them when they were turned on. She could swear on a holy book that she had seen his penis engorge and even felt his need for her in his body language. Was he one of those males who preferred to jerk themselves off to climax or was he simply returning the favour for the previous night?
Damn! you never really knew what a man was thinking until he acted it out. Jennifer had to continue her hunt for a suitable husband. The clock was ticking against her, soon everybody would know of her family’s financial state and she would no longer be welcome in their homes or parties. She had to do Millicent one small favour after which she would concentrate on her hunt for a suitable husband.
One week after his encounter with Jennifer, George had fucked seventeen girls. He needed to purge himself of the sexual urge that arose whenever he thought of her. What he needed was a girl who could fuck him, not one he would fuck. He needed a girl who could handle him thrusting into her, full speed from behind.
Having sex from the backside was simply divine; it made a man perform as if he was on hard illicit drugs. The feeling of thrusting in and thrusting out of a wet pussy, while grabbing the buttocks makes it even more special. Doggy style to George was the best way of testing a woman’s stamina. Any woman who could handle an entire sex session strictly doggy style is a true woman, one he could consider marrying.
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