==> Reality 101 <== (closed thread)

[dr_mabeuse]

Professor Gregory Taylor Adjunct Professor of Anthropology


Four o’clock on a Friday afternoon and the entire building was deserted except for me. I stood at my window looking out on the quad where students, their last finals for the year now over, were comparing notes, laughing, making plans for the weekend ahead. I envied them. I envied anyone who didn’t have a four-inch pile of final exams that still needed grading sitting on his desk.

I would have been off making my own plans for the weekend if it weren’t for a four o’clock meeting I had with one of my students. These end-of- term meetings were always the same: kids begging you to change their grade, fighting with you about some missing work they insisted they turned in, wanting a chance to make up some test they had missed a month ago, pleading, crying, threatening. I didn’t have the heart for it today. I just wasn’t in the mood.

I’d just been passed over for the tenure-track position I’d wanted and fought for over the last six months, and it didn’t leave me feeling very good. I wasn’t in a very charitable mood, and the thought of having to deal with those young eager faces with their high hopes and plans for the future fairly filled me with dread. I’d worked my ass off for my students over the last year, knowing the department was watching me, and the idea that anyone could have failed my class after the absurd lengths I’d gone taken to make sure everyone did well was like a personal insult. I mean, you really had to work hard to fail after all the work I’d put into it.

Well, it was all over now. I could stop killing myself, stop watching everything I said or did lest I create an unfavorable impression in the department. Summer was coming, and there was no guarantee that they’d pick up my contract in the fall. I was a lame duck professor.

I caught sight of her crossing the quad, not moving that quickly even though she was already late. What was her name? Alexandra something: Lexi. She was a very good student. How she’d managed to blow my Anthro 425 class so spectacularly was a mystery to me. It was an easy class: Culture and Human Sexual Behavior. Kids took it their senior year just because it was so easy. How had she managed to blow it so completely? Well, I'd find out soon enough. I'm sure she was going to lay the whole tale of sadness and woe out before me. I knew the routine.

I watched her through the window. She was young, gorgeous in that young, offhand way, and seemed like a nice enough girl. She was smart, wealthy, and had it all. No doubt she had big plans for the fall: graduate school or a good job, something like that.

She stopped and talked to some other kids and for the first time I felt a rush of anger and resentment against her, against all the students, against the whole school. All the years of graduate school, of thesis work, of scraping by as an adjunct professor, and what did I have to show for it? Not a hell of a lot. A car that barely ran, a cheap apartment, barely enough to keep myself fed and clothed. No doubt Lexi would be stepping into a job that paid her several times over what I made, stepping into it as if the world owed it to her.

She looked like it. She looked like the world owed her a living, owed her a good job and a lot of money just because she came out of a good school with good grades and a good education provided by under-appreciated, underpaid drudges like

Antomatically I cleared off the books from the chair where she'd probably sit as she gave me her sob story. I cleared off some papers from the old leather sofa in my office as well, and as I was clearing off the sofa the thought hit me.

I had something she wanted. Something she wanted very badly, even though she didn't deserve it: a passing grade in Anthro 425. Just how badly did she want that grade? How much would she be willing to give me for it?

I'd never done anything like this with a student before. Never even thought of it. But now as I watched her move that ripe young body up the stairs of the Anthro building, the thought hit me: I could have that. I've never done it, but I know it happens all the time. I could have that if I wanted.

And why shouldn't I?

 

[KileAura]

Alexandra "Lexi" Wheaton - Graduate Compromised

Glancing up at the clock in the hall she noticed she was already late. Never having had a discussion as alien as the possibility of failing before, Lexi was completely at a loss for what to expect. Professor Taylor struck her as an alright person, a bit abject at times it seemed, but she couldn't really fault him for that.

Moving quickly up the stairs, as she didn't wish to anger him, her treck down the hall seemed to set her path through thick mud making every step heavier than the last. All the while she constantly scolded herself for letting her attention slack to the point that made this meeting necessary. She had never been one to not turn in an assignment, yet this class had somehow proved different.

Her work had never seemed to prove worthy enough of being turned in. As far as book smarts were concerned, any of her professors were loath to find many other students that matched her prowess. Yet when it came to subjects invoking controversy such as this, she seemed rather at a loss for her usual intellectual compositions. She just couldn't bring herself to explore the aspect of human sexuality as was required of her by Professor Taylor.

Lexi's timidity overwhelmed her as slender fingers gripped the door knob. A light turn and the door creeked open a bit.

"Pro....fessor Taylor? Sir, are you in here?" Her body followed her voice into the room. Milk chocolate brown eyes traced the room quickly, she almost felt the tension as he stood at the window obviously a bit perturbed at her tardiness.

Soft blonde curls fell over her shoulders framing a petit face. Gentle curves were hugged by a modest length black skirt and white button down shirt. Presence of a possible religious upbringing and current affiliation was made evident by a simple filigreed gold cross hanging just above her chest by a slender chain. She clutched two notebooks to her chest in a vain attempt at shielding herself from whatever was to come.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"You wanted to see me sir?"

In my mind I was already seeing her naked, her blond curls spread out on the cool white sheets, her back arched, face flushed with the heat of sexual excitement as my hips rose and fell between her legs and she cried out in savage joy. I could feel her legs trembling around me, her fingers tangled in my hair, feel her heat and sweetness as she gave herself to me and I heard her cry out in orgasm...

So when I turned and saw her standing there in the flesh, I was momentarily disoriented. I pulled myself together and turned around.

"Sit down, Alexandra." I said, gesturing to the chair near the desk.

She sat, holding her books in her lap, looking at me nervously.

Surely she must know what's up, she must know she's failing the class. She couldn't be so totally out of it to think that the work she'd turned in would earn her a passing grade. Usually the failing students came to me, begging, pleading, sometimes even threatening if they thoughttheir family ahd the money and influence. But she just sat there expectently.

"I've got you final here, Lexi," I said, picking her paper up from the stack. It was all but unreadable for all the red pencil on it. "Not that it matters. Even if you got a perfect score, which you didn't, there's no way I can give you a passing grade in this course in clear conscience. Not to put too fine a point on it, but your work in here has just been atrocious all semester. You've missed more than half the assigments, failed the midterm, never turned in your report, and half the time you haven't even been in class."

She was a pretty girl. Beautiful even. Young and fresh, with clear intelligent brown eyes and hair that cascaded to her shoulders in masses of gold ringlets. She wore little makeup, just enough to soften the girlishness and give her a more womanly, sensual appearance.

Her clothes were usually conservative without being frumpy: expensive, well tailored skirts and blouses, though as I looked at her now it seemed to me that the simply white blouse she wore was unusually snug. The soft upper swell of her breasts was visible when she leaned forward. The sight reminded me of the salacious vision I had just had of her and left me with a strange feeling of excitement.

She was an excellent student. Dean's list semester after semester, and yet she had just completely blown this class, almost if she'd intended to, almost as if she'd had to work at screwing things up. The course was not very difficult. The subject no longer drew laughter and stares from the students as it did when I'd first strated teaching it ten years ago. Students today were all sexually sophisticated and knowledgable and pretty hard to embarrass, so I couldn;t believe that she had trouble with the course content.

"The fact of the matter is this, Lexi," I said. I dropped the final back on the pile. "I don't see how I can avoid giving you an F in this class."

She looked grim but not surprised. She didn't say anytrhing. her fingers worked nervously at the bindingof her notebook in her lap.

"I know that you're a senior and that you need this class for graduation credit." I went on, "And I really wish there were some way I could avoid this. But honestly, my hands are tied."

I waited for her to speak.

I thought about adding more. I thought about telling her that if she would give herself to me, if she would let me love her, that I would change her grade and no one would ever know. But how do you broach a subject like that?

It occurred to me then that I would do it. I didn't care anymore. I would be willing to trade her a passinggrade for sex, just like that.

The thought that I would really do it was suddenly very exciting to me. Without her even speaking I knew that I would be willing to do it.

I stood up and closed the door. She heard me lock it. I came back down and sat at the desk again.

"Do you have anything to say?" I asked her.

 

[KileAura]

"Do you have anything to say?"

His eyes burned through me. In actuality I couldn't bring any words to my lips at all. I set my notebooks aside on the floor near my chair. I'd never before, even in all of my wildest imagination, had any experience with which to draw upon and I was utterly at a loss. Lips parted awaiting my answer to spill forth, his expectant gaze moved over me scrutinizing me all the while, I tugged at the hem of my skirt bringing it nearer to my knees.

"I... I am sorry Professor it's just... ", how could I put this delicately enough not to throw him into a fury? My pause made him all the more anxious and me more nervous. I swallowed softly, glancing to the floor as if gathering my courage.

"I never really felt comfortable with the material in your class. I know that doesn't excuse me from the work, and I could possibly have come to you sooner or switched the class mid-semester, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I've never had trouble with a subject like that before, and I don't understand really why I've had trouble with your class. I just find it hard to talk about... "

I couldn't finish, just the thought of "sexuality" being something worth studying was appalling. I wasn't entirely naive, and I knew it existed in society, but wasn't it my choice to be ignorant to the whole of it if I so chose?

My eyes locked on the floor, unable to meet his for fear of the anger I might see there. My eyes sketched the floor moving over my sandle clad feet, pale pink toenails glistened as my toes wiggled nervously. I folded my hands in my lap wondering if the heat I felt from knowing that his eyes were on me had in any way caused my skin to flush with color.

How perfect to have been sitting here in Professor Taylor's office, right after all of my finals waiting for a chastisment for failing a course I was in effect embarrassed by?!?

My gaze finally met with his shoes and slowly almost painfully, traveled upwards to finally meet his. My hesitant attitude I had hoped would have conveyed to him that my statement, however true, was not meant to personally attack him in any way. I waited expecantly for an answer to come.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I thought I had beard all the excuses there were for doing badly in this course, but Lexi's took me totally by surprise. I'd heard of papers being lost, of grandmothers dying two, three times over during the semester, of sudden inexplicable attacks of amnesia, of impossibly hard work loads, but never that a student had been put off my the material we covered.

The course was a survey of sexual practices and customs in various cultures, and not really as titillating as it sounds. Mostly we looked at things like courting behavior, marriage customs, accepted practices of monogamy and fidelity, divorce patterns. Occasionally an adventurous student would do a paper on some aspect of bedroom behavior that could possibly make a hard-core prude a little nervous, but this was 2003, for God's sake. You could turn on the TV any time day or night and see things a lot more risque or offensive than anything we ever discussed in class.

She had me here. I didn't know what to say. She didn't look like she was kidding or putting me on, and she wasn't that kind of girl to pull of a scam like that.

I wondered briefly if she were teasing me. I doubted it. She was just not the type. There wasn't so much as a hint of a smile. She was really nervous and unhappy, ashamed even.

Yet neither was she the type to be put off by discussions of the age of consent in Samoa versus Greenland either. Clearly something about the class had been very threatening to her. SO threatening that she was unable to even come to me and discuss it, but had suffered in silence. My heart went out to her.

But at the same time something else in me told me that it wasn't my problem anymore. None of this was my problem. All I cared about now was getting this nymph naked in my bed. I was determined now to seduce her. I wouldn't get tenure, my contract might not even be renewed next year, but I was determined to take advantage of the one benefit the job provided, the power over the future of girls like Lexi.

I came around to the front of the desk and leaned against it so I was close to her chair. I looked at her for awhile, weighing my options, making her stew, making her worry.

"Tell me, Lexi," I said softly. "How much does this grade mean to you? How much are you willing to do to pass the course?"

 

[KileAura]

"How much does this grade mean to you? How much are you willing to do to pass the course?"

Surely he was joking... Could he possibly have even asked that question? She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered her eyes. Not graduating was obviously not an option, her parents would only send her to Cabo with her little group when she handed them her degree.

A short summer session perhaps? Ugh, no chance, in her mind she had been here long enough, paid her pennance. She was tired of school and though she had been good at it, wanted nothing more to do with it.

Her foot slid nervously back and forth over the rug. Another test, maybe. That of course all depended upon Professor Taylor and whether or not he was willing to grade yet another paper. After negotiating that in her head she decided against it.

Her eyes slowly made the painful trek back up to his, she shuddered a bit. His gaze melted a path straight through her and again she was at a loss for words.

'Why is he looking at me like that? God, maybe he thinks I'm just some flaming retard who has no clue about how real life works. Thinks I've had it easy because I was born with a sterling spoon from Tiffany's in my mouth.'

She suddenly became a little annoyed. It seemed like that's all anyone ever took her for, some rich little so-and-so who buys her way out of everything. A daddy's girl with nothing to loose and everything to gain.

"Are you saying I have to pay you to pass your class?? You know Bribing isn't exactly a practice condoned by the dean and if I tell him about today you'll... "

She stopped short just waiting to see if she even needed to finish.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Are you saying I have to pay you to pass your class?? You know Bribing isn't exactly a practice condoned by the dean and if I tell him about today you'll... " she said.

Her tirade had caused her to sit up straight with self-righteousness, but when she looked up at me she suddenly lost all her steam. She must have seen in my eyes that it wasn't money I was after. She went pale, then pink.

"You can tell the Dean what you want, Lexi. He hears a lot of stories from people who are failing as totally and throroughly as you are, and I suppose he'll give your story as much credence as he gives the others, which is none.
"Besides, I really doubt that I'll be teaching at this fine instituion next semester. My request for tenure's been denied. So you see, it really makes no difference to me what happens to you and your grade.
"You're the one has do the dealing, my dear. Grades are due by next Wednesday, and that will determine who gets to walk across the stage and get their diploma, or who has to sit in the audience with their parents and family and suffder the humiliation of not matriculating. Right now, Lexi, you're failing, which means you won't be graduating."

She looked nervously at her shoes.

I felt strangely powerful. It was a truly intoxiacting feeling, and I could see how men could come to like it. I'd always been fair in my grades, always giving students the benfit of the doubt, cutting them some slack. But that had stopped now.

I liked Lexi, I had nothing whatsoever against her. It wasn't her fault that I was being let go.

"There's one thing we can do, Lexi," I said to her, "But before I tell you what it is, you have to promise me that you will never say a word of this to anyone else. Never. Not a soul. All right?"

She looked at me like she already knew what I was going to say.

"All right." she said.

"I'll change your grade, but from now until grades are due you'll have to do whatever I say. Do you understand?"

She understood. She looked like she'd been waiting for it. She opened her mouth and closed it several times. Then she asked, "That means sex, right?"

"Yes, Lexi. That most definitely means sex." I smiled, "Given the nature of the course, I think that's kind of appropriate, don't you?"

She looked up at me through her lashes. "You know, Professor Taylor, you could get into a lot of trouble for this."

"And you could fail to graduate, Lexi."

She didn't say anything after that.

"Do I have to decide now?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said. "Right now. Right this minute. I want you to get up and either walk out that door and forget this ever happened, or go over and lock that door and come over here and trake your clothes off.
"I want you now, Lexi. Right now."

 

[KileAura]

OOC: Sorry abouth the first person/third person indecision everybody.. first story and I'm just trying to feel out my comfort zone, so please bear with. Thanks!

IC: "Right now. Right this minute. I want you to get up and either walk out that door and forget this ever happened, or go over and lock that door and come over here and take your clothes off. I want you now, Lexi. Right now."

My jaw dropped, I almost could scarcely believe what my ears were hearing. Cheapen myself and screw the professor or kiss graduation this year good bye. Unable to answer, my clouded mind couldn't think of anything at all much less decide which drastic change for my life I would set into motion.

Wetting my lips, my eyes locked on the floor. I could feel my face flush, my body heated with embarrassment. What should I do? I bit my lower lip again in my indecision trying to wake myself from my nightmare. No, this was real, his tense voice snapped me back into the room with him.

"Lexi, dear, I'm a very busy man. Finals to grade you know, so I'll be needing your answer now."

I ran nervous fingers through my hair tossing spun gold strands back from my face. God, did he have to look at me like that?? I figured his look was nothing short of lecherous the entire time I'd been in his presence. Those eyes shamelessly undressing me as I sat here, gaze following the curve of my hip in my skirt. I shivered slightly, I swore I saw him lick his lips as he watched me, waiting to pounce.

I didn't recognize the softness of my own tone as my eyes traced my sandles.

"Alright."

"What was that?"

A bit louder this time...

"Alright, but no one knows about this." I rose slowly, the heat in the room growing mesurably as I made the slow walk to the door. I reached for the bolt with a quiet sigh. It clicked as though chastising me for my decision. Turning back to face Professor Taylor, I leaned against the door with my hands behind me. My eyes met his and I pushed away from my safety net. There was no turning back now, done deal.

Lifting my heels, I let my sandals slip from my feet and fall to the floor. Walking deliberately slowly towards him, stopping just in front of where he stood. My eyes searched his for any inclination that I really didn't have to go through this, no such luck.

"I'm... umm... not really all that experienced." The way he laughed made my skin crawl. What had I gotten myself into?

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"I'm... umm... not really all that experienced." she said, looking at me with those big brown eyes.

I pulled down the shades, bringing an artifical twilight to the room, and walked around her, looking over this young girl would soon be mine.

"Don't worry about that, Lexi," I said, "Class is about to begin."

Now that I had her though, could I go through with it? It's one thing to think about extorting sex from a student, it's another to actually do it, especially when she's standing right in front of you waiting, nervous, frightened, probably hating me and dreading my very touch.

One thing I was determined about was that she would have to enjoy it too. Maybe not at first, but at some point she would have to want me as much as I wanted her. I didn't want to rape her. I didn't want to fuck some girl who lay there like an inflatable sex toy, emotionless, inert, not moving, just enduring it. I didn't just want her body. I wanted more than that.

I stood behind her, close enough to smell her shampoo and the summer sun in her hair. I picked up a handful of her blond hair and let it dribble through my fingers. Mine. All mine.

"Do you know how to kiss, Lexi?" I asked her "Has anyone kissed you like they really meant it? Like they really appreciated you?"

"Yes. I guess so. I mean, I don't know." she said nervously, finally settling on, "I guess so."

"Let's see." I said.

I stepped in front of her and took her face softly in my hands. Her eyes were brown and her lashes very long, making her look especially vulnerable and doll-like. I tilted her face slightly and brought my lips down against hers, barely touching her.

It was more like feeling her with my lips, feeling the contours of her lips with my own, their warmth and softness. It was a dry kiss, not tongues, which I think surprised her, as did its tenderness. If she was telling the truth about not having much experience--and at this point I wasn't sure if I believed her or not--then I knew the way she'd probably been kissed so far, by horny college guys who shoved their tongues down her throat while they concentrated on getting their hands into her pants. That wasn't kissing; it was oral rape. I wanted to show her what a kiss, long, slow, tender, could be like.

It's true: youth is wasted on the young. She stood before me and trrembled slightly as I rubbed my lips against hers, savoring her, touching only her lips with mine and her face with my hands. She was delicious: tender, frightened, and confused, but already I felt the subtle responses from her eager young body, a slight change in posture, in the tension of her muscles, the faintest tremble in her lips.

I slid my thumb over her lower lip, turning it down slightly so that I could kiss the soft and sensitive underside. My tongue came out and touched her very lightly, my first real taste of her, licking the inside of her lip, unconsciounably intimate and obsence.

I was kissing my own student, a young person entrusted to me to educate and guide. I was kissing her and thinking that if her lips were this sweet, what must her pussy be like? In any case, there was no going back now.

At some point I finally felt her tremble just a little. Her eyes closed and I felt her relax. She had decided that perhaps this part wasn't so bad. She still wouldn't let herself enjoy it, but maybe it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. She leaned into me just slightly, and her lips parted. I felt her breath in my mouth.

I continued kissing her like this for a long time, touching nothing else. I could never understand why men who considered themselves accomplished lovers could spend fiften minutes on eating a woman's pussy but couldn't spare five minutes paying the same amount of attention to her mouth. Her mouth, afterall, was where it all began. It's where you introduced yourself, told her who you were and what you wanted to do to her, and showed her how you were going to do it, either hard and crude or slow, filled with finesse and sensitivity.

At some point I noticed her breathing was changing. She was still not doing anything, not actively participating, but her breathing was increasing. I moved farward close enough so that her breasts just brushed against me as she inhaled, just the nipples. I took my hands from her face and lowered them to her blouse. I didn't touch her tits: I began to unbutton her blouse, button by button, one by one, each one popping open from the weight of her breasts. WIth each button she gave a little twitch

Finally it was all open. I pulled her blouse from her skirt. I pushed her shirt down over her shoulders, down her arms. I was still kissing her but out of the corner of my eye I saw her breasts in their white bra, the nakedness of her shoulders.

I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes to see if she felt it yet. She looked slightly dazed, bewildered.

"No one's ever really made love to you before, have they Lexi?" I asked her.

She didn't say anything, not sure what I meant.

"I mean, you might have been fucked a few times, someone mght have made you come with their hand or their mouth, but no one's ever made love to you. Not taken the time to do it right."

She still didn't know what to say.

"Well we have time, Lexi." I said, "And I'm going to do it right. And when I fuck you you're going to want it. You're going to want it more than you've ever wanted anything. And once you get to that stage, once you want to feel my cock inside you more than you've ever wanted anything, then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, Lexi, and you're going to love it."

I spun her around and held her to me with my arm across her tits, cupping one and kneading its rich softness through her bra as my hand reached beneath us and began to pull her skirt upwards, looking to touch her where I was sure now she wanted to be touched.

 

[KileAura]

As his lips met nime, my inhibitions melted with the softness of the kiss. It was so simple, unassuming, uninvasive, I actually liked it! A far cry from the kisses I was used to, I began to feel a bit more comfortable about the whole situation. I didn't want him to stop. I don't know that I had ever felt like anyone paid this much careful attention to me before.

He pulled away from me and my body instantly cried for his warmth to return. As he unhooked the buttons of my shirt, my chest heaved with anticipation. The warmth of his hands on my bare shoulders made my heart pound as though it would bust out of my body.

"No one's ever really made love to you before, have they Lexi?"

I tilted my head a bit at his question. What kind of question was that? I had thought he was just going to have his way with me, I would gather my things and leave, I didn't expect 20 questions.

"I mean, you might have been fucked a few times, someone mght have made you come with their hand or their mouth, but no one's ever made love to you. Not taken the time to do it right."

It seemed a legitimate question enough, but what a time to ask it. With all of his probing and questions, my mind began wandering taking paths of thought that lead to second guessing my decision to get into this mess.

"Well we have time, Lexi, and I'm going to do it right. And when I fuck you you're going to want it. You're going to want it more than you've ever wanted anything. And once you get to that stage, once you want to feel my cock inside you more than you've ever wanted anything, then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, Lexi, and you're going to love it."

I blushed deeply at his words, and suddenly noticed that I could actually feel the warmth and dampness between my legs growing more intense. This man was turning mer on and I couldn't do anything to stop it. As his hands lifted my skirt, I felt her skin tingle with anticipation. A soft moan let him know I was his for the taking, and I was powerless.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The nervous girl who had first walked into my office was fast disappearing, her fear and uncertainty falling away from her with her clothes, and I was anxious to know who would take her place. What would the real Lexi be like?

I could feel her softening as I held her against me and kissed her neck, massaged her breast. I could feel her seep, steady breathing, the way she leaned against me. My cock was achingly hard now and pressed against her ass. I know she could feel it, but she said nothing, concentrating instead on the what I was doing to her body.

My hand was on her hip, slowly gathering her skirt up, higher, higher, until there was no more skirt to gather and my hand touched the smoothness of her leg. She gave a little gasp, but I held her tight. I turned her face to accept my kiss and as she did so I touched her mound, hot and damp beneath her panties.

She stiffened for a moment, but I held her tight, as you might hold a skittish horse, and in a moment she relaxed again. Her hips pushed against my hand and for the first time her tongue came out, shy but eager, looking for my own. Her breath was hot in my mouth.

For a guy who teaches a class in sexual behavior, I don't consider myself any sort of great lover. I don;t know any slick moves or sexual tricks or how to make a girl come 27 times in a row or any of that. I just know that you should enjoy what you're doing and let the other person know how much you enjoy it and things usually work out pretty well. Right now I was loving the feel of Lexui against me, mer mouth on mine and her pussy begining to grind more hungrily against my hand.

We stood like that for a long while and finally I worked my hand down to the leg hole of her panties. I pushed the flimsy fabric aside, and touched her naked flesh for the first time.

She groaned and pressed back and covered my hand with her own, instinctively showing me where to touch her, moving my hand and pressing her fingers against me to show just how fast and how hard, and when I learned my lesson she rewarded with me with a deep moan and gave me her tongue again.

"Lexi," I said, "Let's get undressed."

We were both in a hurry. I pulled off my jacket and my shoes and skinned my pants and shorts and sock down in one motion. By that time Lexi had dropped her skirt and panties but the sleeves of her blouse were still fastened and the garment hung behind her. Her bra was open and hanging uselessly but she couldn;t get the straps off her arms with the blouse still there.

"Never mind with that." I said. I was on fire for her. She had gotten me too hot too fast and I couldn't wait.

"Right here. On the desk." With one motion I swept all the books and papers and tests flying off the desk, sending them all clattering to the floor. I took Lexi in my arms and kissed her, then helped her jump up on the desk so that her bottom was at the very edge of the desk and she was leaning back on her arms.

I walked between her legs. My cock was standing up proud and eager.

"Put it in, Lexi." I said to her. I wanted her to do this. I wanted her to be party to her own surrender. She looked at me and I nodded. "Take my cock and put it inside you."

She reached down with her pretty fingers and took cautious hold of my prick. Her touch made me moan. She guided me iuntil the head of my cock was resting against her. I could feel her heat and wetness, feel her pushing against me.

I leaned forweard and sunk my cock into her. Lexi moaned and her head rolled back, her eyes closed as I filled her up. I picked up her thighs in either hand and held her like a wheelbarrow as I slowly began to fuck her.

At last, I was doing it! I fucked her with long, slow strokes, enjoying every moment, every inch of her, and she leaned back on her elbows, moaning softly. Every so often she would rise up and look between her breasts to see my cock actually going into her, before collapsiong back onto her elbows.

I couldn't last long. She felt to good, looked too sexy taking my cock like that.

"Lexi, I'm going to come. I'm going to come, baby."

I dsidn;t know if she was on the pill or not. I couldn;t take the chance, I pulled out of her and laid my cock against her belly just as I began to shoot huge ropes of come across her skin, my cock jerking, shooting. She whimpered with wonder and excitement as I came, as if she'd never seen a man come before. I gave it all do her, groaning with each blast.

She collapsed on the desk, spent, my come cooling on her skin. I fell back and sat on the sofa, trying to catch my breath.

When we had recovered I brougt her some kleenex to clean off with, and helped her gather her clothes. She didn't say anything, but when I handed her her opanties her hand was shaking.

"Go home and shower and get some rest." I told her. "I'll give you my address. I want you to come over tonight . About ten o'clock. I want you to bring some black stockings and black underwear. Something nice. Do you have anything nice?"

She looked at the piece of paper with my address on it and shook her head. I took a couple of twenties out of my wallet and gave them to her.

"Go get something." I said.

She looked so alone and forlorn there that I couldn;t help but putting my arms around her.

"Don't feel bad, Lexi. You were wonderful, better than I'd even hoped. And was it that bad?"

Again she didn't answer. She seemed totally stunned.

I sighed.

"Ten o'clock," I said, "Oh, and Lexi, you'd better bring some overnight stuff. I don't think you'll be going back to the dorm."

 

[KileAura]

"Go home and shower and get some rest. I'll give you my address. I want you to come over tonight . About ten o'clock. I want you to bring some black stockings and black underwear. Something nice. Do you have anything nice?"

He had handed me a scrap of paper with his address scrawled in pen staring blankly at me. I gave myself to him, my confidence, my trust, my body and he gave me a piece of paper. My stunned silence appeared to him merely to be a lack of his prescribed look for me. That was hardly what I was concerned about. My closet was full of every style from every fine clothier in the area. No, my mind was running over and over itself wondering… what had I done? Was it worth it?

"Go get something."

I took the money he’d handed me. Feeling somewhat used, I searched for a word. Cheap. I confided in him, he fucked me, and then he paid me to shut up. His arms went around me in an attempt at comfort.

"Don't feel bad, Lexi. You were wonderful, better than I'd even hoped. And was it that bad?"

Dare I tell him the truth. I was stunned. He had turned me into a whore. That was all I was, a tawdry playtoy for nothing more than his lecherous amusement.

"Ten o'clock.”

After collecting my wits and adjusting my clothing. I gathered my books and slowly, painfully began my walk towards the door.

“Oh, and Lexi, you'd better bring some overnight stuff. I don't think you'll be going back to the dorm."

My footsteps echoed in my ears as I traversed the lonely hallway. Here I had let my professor take advantage of me for nothing more than a silly grade. I had compromised myself to salvage my own GPA and I still didn’t know if it had been worth it. I took a deep breath as I opened the building’s back door, the sunlight warming me instantly. I reassured myself quietly in a form of mock consolation, though inside me burned with a fire I’d never before felt.

“Alright Professor Taylor, you want to play dirty, we’ll play dirty.” My resolve had solidified as I prepared in my mind a plan of action.”

~Later that evening~

His doorbell rang at precisely 10. My heart skipped a beat as he opened the door, my deep brown eyes searching his face for a reaction. My normally soft, blonde curls had been pulled up tightly forming intricate circles against my head and accented by tiny diamond studs that shimmered with every movement. My long slender neck encased in a collar made of three strands of rubies matching the ones that hung swaying from my earlobes. I’d spent no less than an hour expertly applying my makeup that was dulled by the rich, deep red of my full lips, stuck halfway between a pout and a sultry smile. Rather than be hidden, my curves were accentuated by a well tailored black brocade dress accented with ruby trim and clasps. As I shifted from one hip to another, I watched his eyes followed the movement to find that the slit in my dress allowed him a glimpse of silk encased legs. My stockings held up by a black lace garter that clung to my thigh with slender red stilleto heels to finish the look.

With a deep throaty laugh I brought his attention back to my face, one hand slipping from behind my body where I held my little black silk satchel to give a little wave.

“Well, Hi there Professor. I’m not late am I? Wouldn’t want to miss the party.” My tongue flicked out to draw my bottom lip between my teeth as I averted my eyes. I knew exactly what I was doing, I would make him squirm until the last possible second. I wouldn’t be anyone’s toy, but I would damn sure make him mine. My eyes slowly rose upward, I made certain he watched the way my gaze caressed his body, making him wish it were my hands not my eyes. My voice lowered just a bit as I pulled out a bit of a smile.

“May I come in or do you just want to stand there and stare at me?”

 

[dr_mabeuse]

“May I come in or do you just want to stand there and stare at me?”

I was staring. Gawking might be more like it. The girl at my door was stunning, just jaw-droppingly beautiful. No, not girl. Woman was more like it. The clothes she wore, the way she carried herself, was not only mature, it was actually sophisticated in a way you don’t normally see in girls of Alexandra’s age. It was hard to believe that this was the same person I’d been with earlier that afternoon.

“Lexi?” I asked uncertainly. “That is you, isn’t it?”

She laughed gracefully and I stood aside, gesturing for her to come in, struck quite literally dumb. She moved easily into the room, and it was like someone had just turned the lights up. She just radiated beauty.

I was wearing a pair of cords and a white shirt and I suddenly felt shamelessly underdressed. In fact, the whole place seemed suddenly shabby to me.

My plans up to that point had been vacillating. One part of me still wanted to take advantage of her, take her to bed and just screw her brains out. Another part of me was already feeling guilty for what had happened in my office and had been ready to call the whole thing off. In fact, had she appeared as the same frightened little co-ed I had seen in my office, I probably would have just told her to forget it: I’d give her a C in the course and that would be it. But seeing her like this made me reconsider again.

“Sit down, Lexi, please.” I gestured to the sofa. “Can I get you something? Some wine? A drink?”

She knew she looked good, and she was enjoying the hell out of my reaction. I didn’t care about that. The way she looked, she deserved to be looked at. She looked fantastic.

But for all that, I remembered the terms of our agreement: from now until grades were issued next week, she had to do anything I said. This gorgeous woman was my virtual sex slave. It was like a dream come true. A wet dream, at that.

“You brought your things for overnight?” I asked her. “You told them you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight?”

She nodded.

“Stand up, Lexi. Let me have a look at you. Stand up and turn around.”

She did as I said, showing herself off, the slit in her skirt, those wicked red shoes. I realized that she could look very sophisticated, or down right whorish, depending on how she wanted to appear, on the way she stood and moved.

But I was already hard just from looking at her. I had intended to take her to bed, as I said, but now I changed my plans.

I pulled down the shades in the living room. I sat down next to her on the sofa and put my arm around her. I leaned over her and turned her face to mine.

“You remember our deal, Lexi?” I asked her. “Whatever I ask you to do, you have to do.”

She nodded. The look in her eyes sent a chill down my spine. Somewhere along the way tyhis innocent little coed had tunred into a very sexy woman. How had that happened?

“Kiss me.” I said.

She closed her eyes and brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was sweet and tender, yet wonderfully hot, eager, her tongue came out to me without any coaxing.

I realized that she was as hot as I was. That she was finding the position she was in every bit as exciting as I did.

I broke of the kiss and leaned away from her. Her eyes were still closed, her nostrils flared, her lips ready for another kiss. The sight of her mouth excited me. I thought of what I could do to that mouth.

“Unzip me, Lexi,” I said, “Open my pants and take my cock out. I want to feel your hands on me. And then I want to feel your mouth.”

 

[KileAura]

“Open my pants and take my cock out. I want to feel your hands on me. And then I want to feel your mouth.”

My eyes opened slowly, lips parted moments after the release of his from our kiss. I had all the invitation I needed. I knew it wouldn't be long now, damn it I would have him begging if it took every ounce of sex I posessed. My lips formed a slight devilish smile, one of a very good girl about to do something very naughty. His eyes widened a touch noting my expression and I merely placed a hand on his chest, manicured red nails standing out against the white of his shirt.

I meticulously drug my fingers down the front of his chest, over his stomach to the waist of his pants. A few deft movements and my hand reached inside his undone zipper to very lightly grip his stiffening member. Pulling it out slowly, carefully, as though it were some breakable treasure, I marveled at the look of it, which is what I knew he wanted to see.

I wet my lips, the contrast of my soft pink tongue against the stark red of my lipstick excited him. I felt his cock twitch in the warmth of my hand and his chest rose and fell a bit faster. I decided to dive into my little game here, this was the point that it would all begin.

I drew my bottom lip in, adpoting a completely innocent look as I glanced his way. I could tell he loved this as his eyes nearly glazed and rolled back in his head. Holding his flesh in one hand, I reached in with my other, carefully smearing the glistening drop of precum that had formed over the purpleish head. Giggling a bit I brought my finger to my lips and locked eyes with him. Giving his cock a soft squeeze, I flicked my tongue out to clean the salty juice from my finger tip with a soft moan.

My hand slowly began caressing up and down with even smooth strokes just barely grazing against the head, enough to drive him to the edge of madness but not over. A moment of this and my hand gave a little twist just as it reached the head, this caused him to throw back his head against the couch cushion and I just smiled to myself.

The tip of his throbbing manhood glistened once again and I seized the opportunity to lightly blow across the moistened skin. I could tell from his hissed sigh that if I continued it would not be long before he was ready to explode.

"Lexi...." His hand searched across my back, for what I didn't know, nor did I care. My eyes met his once again as the soft, pink of my tongue caressed the soaked head of his prick. A low moan from deep within his chest vibrated near my ear as my lips closed around the tip. My softer, higher pitched moans sent chills through his body, making him shudder as I slowly worked my mouth up and down. Slowly taking in a litttle at a time, enclosing his dick past the warmth of my red lips.

His hips moved upward in an attempt to force himself deeper within my hot mouth. I pulled back just enough to prevent this and gave him a stern look as my tongue caressed his flesh. The heat of my breath was replaced by cool air and his eyes flew open questioningly. I was feeling a little brave now, either I was wrong and he would put me in my place, or he may like the fact that I was asserting myself I didn't know.

"Now Greg," He seemed a bit surprised that I had been so informal as to use his first name, rather than Professor, or Professor Taylor.

"Do that again and I will just have to leave you here, all by yourself with this beautiful cock while I go and let some random Frat boy fuck me like I know you've wanted to since this afternoon." I couldn't actually believe what I had said, whether I meant it or not wasn't exactly the issue. It was the sense of loss I'd hoped to create in him. That if he didn't in fact let me do what I wanted, that I would up and leave only to be spoiled by a horny young man rather than be released by someone with a bit more finesse. I awaited his response, adopting that sultry pout that seemed to set him ablaze.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Do that again and I will just have to leave you here, all by yourself with this beautiful cock while I go and let some random Frat boy fuck me like I know you've wanted to since this afternoon."

She was sprawled on the sofa next to me, lying on her side, my hard cock in her hand, straining to find her mouth again, that warm cave of velvet pleasure. I couldn’t believe the change that had come over her. Earlier that day in my office I doubted very much whether she’d ever even had a man before, and now she was calling the shots and treating me like a Las Vegas call girl. I was just astonished.

But besides being astonished I was burning with lust for her. No matter what her level of experience, she was still the same gorgeous young girl, ripe and ready for fucking. I was slumped on the sofa, almost horizontal, but high enough so that I could see everything she did to my cock. She held me between her thumb and two manicured fingers and looked boldly into my eyes as she reached out with her tongue and scooped up a glistening drop of precum from the head of my cock. She drew her head back slowly, drawing out the viscous liquid so that it stretched like a spider web from her tongue to the head of my straining cock, before breaking and clinging to her chin. With a little laugh she put out her tongue and lewdly cleaned herself off.

I groaned and let my head fall back against the sofa. She was on my left and so I reached out with my left hand and rubbed it over the inviting swell of her hip. I filled my hand with the form meat of her buttock and squeezed, just as she made a velvet ring of her red lips and sucked my into her mouth.

“Oh Christ!” I moaned as I felt her begin to suck me. Her blond head rose and fell and her breath came loud through her nostrils as she sucked my cock. I brushed a stray lock of hair out of the way so I could see my thick stalk disappearing into that sensual, innocent mouth, all the more exciting for the bright red lipstick she wore.

I felt myself secreting more precum and Lexi just took it in stride, scooping it up with her busy tongue and swallowing it with little appreciative moan. Her fingers found my balls and she played her nails over them lightly as she sucked me.

At this rate the little bitch was going to make me come before I could fuck her. I had to get my hands on her, had to feel her, see if she was as aroused as she was making me. I began to pull her skirt up higher, over her knees, up over her thighs, past the point where her nylons stopped and the smooth soft flesh of her upper thighs began.

“Oh God, Lexi! Suck my cock, baby! Suck it all, that feels so fucking good!” I moaned. I could feel her lips tighten as she tried not to smile but I didn’t care. Let her smile. If she was trying to drive me crazy with need for her then she was doing an absolutely superb job. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to ejaculate into that sweet, lovely face and have her drink my hot come.

I got her skirt up high enough so that I could reach around between her legs. She wore panties that were no more substantial that a shadow, I moved my fingers between her legs and could feel every part of her anatomy almost as if she weren’t wearing a thing. She was soft and damp and swollen with excitement, and as I slid my fingers lightly across her slit she began to groan. She moved her head faster, her sucking became more demanding, her hand gripped me tighter.

Finally I just couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head off me. She came off stubbornly, my cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. I looked her in the eye. Her lips were wet with saliva and my secretions and swollen from sucking on me.

“Christ, Lexi!” I moaned, “You keep this up and I’m going to come. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”

She smiled a wicked little smile at me. “You’re the boss, remember?” she said coyly. “I have to do whatever you say.”

She was mocking me, but what did I care about that? I just wanted to get off now, get off in the worst way. For that I had to use my hips; I had to fuck her, fuck her mouth.

“Let me up.” I said. “I want you to lie here on the sofa, Face this way. I’m going to fuck your mouth, Lexi, fuck you while you suck me off, do you understand?”

She hummed in agreement. I got up, got out of my socks and shoes and stripped my pants and shorts down and off. Lext lay down on her side., facing me.

My prick was huge, hard, dripping with precum and throbbing with need for relief. I guided it towards her face and she opened her mouth, took me inside those soft red lips again. By bending my knees I was able to move my hips, sending my cock pistoning slowly through the tight, wet stricture of her lips. Pleasure shot like sparks up and down my spine.

“You too!” I gasped, pushing her skirt up to her waist, “Put your hands in your panties. I want you to masturbate while I fuck your mouth, Lexi. I want to see you make yourself come too. Let me see what a whore you are, Lexi. Play with yourself and suck my fucking cock!”

 

[KileAura]

Let me see what a whore you are, Lexi. Play with yourself and suck my fucking cock!”

He wanted a whore, did he? I smiled to myself thinking, well if he wants a whore he'll get a whore. My pussy burned and tingled with heated expectation. Moving my dress aside, never once relenting in my assault of the thick cock between my lips, my hand slid in a torturously slow fashion down the flat of my stomach to rest between my thighs.

My deep moan made my mouth pulse around his hardness and I felt his balls tense. Oh this was just simply too easy. My tongue massaged his length as he fucked himself in and out of my face, ever increasing his pace. My fingers slid between the smooth shaven skin of my netherlips teasingly brushing my wanton little nub. I gasped around his dick which just excited him all the more as my fingers slipped deep within the soaking canal of clutching muscles. They pumped in and out furiously matching his hips thrust for thrust.

My eyes locked with his brimming with lust, this was all he needed. Gritting his teeth but still not able to surpress the animal grunts from within, I felt his cock pulse and the steaming streams of his cum poured down my throat. My fingers relented as I focused and dedicated myself to sucking a vacuum around his jerking rod, forcing his cum out and into my waiting mouth. I didn't spill a drop of the precious liquid but swallowed it all as though I'd waited my entire life to take his load into my sweet little mouth.

His weakened knees knocked together, as I ran my tongue teasingly over my lips with contented little moan.

"Hmmhh, Greg shame on you. You've been holding out on me."

Standing slowly, I gave him a full body hug crushing my breasts against his chest and turning him towards the couch. With a soft shove he went sprawling backwards, a bit surprised. My fingers reached up and unhooked the small hidden clasps letting my dress slide over the curves of my body and pooling at my feet on the floor.

I had worn black, just as he'd requested. Hardened nipples straining to break free of their overstuffed lace prison. My thong laid taut above my hips thoroughly soaked from the onslaught of my fingers, garters resting against creamy smooth thighs waiting to be spread by rough hands.

Stepping out of the fabric, I kicked my dress aside and slid silk covered thighs tightly against his on the couch, straddling his lap and thrusting the soft globes wrapped in black into his face. His semi-hard cock jerked expectantly beneath the heat of my body and I shuddered. I knew I needed him pounding in and out of me as much as he did, but I wasn't about to let it be known. The soft musk of my sex surrounded the both of us driving an ache deep within me to be filled to the by this man as I sat in his lap.

"Now," My voice took on a more deep, and a bit more wicked tone. "Professor, every good teacher knows that even he has something to learn from his students right?" He just nodded, almost helpless. I began to wonder if he'd ever had control taken from him before, and did he enjoy it? His full hardness returned, answering my question as he took a deep breath inhaling my scent.

"I have something I want you to do for me." His hands slid up the delicious length of my thighs and around to the roundness of my ass, massaging gently. His only answer was a slight nod as if asking me to continue. I leaned in, my full breasts dangerously close to his waiting mouth, red lips brushing against his ear in a hushed whisper.

"Do just this one thing that I ask, and for the rest of the night my hot little body is yours to command completely. Anything you want, you've got." He groaned, no doubt at the thought of my legs locked around his waist as he slid into the depths of my pussy. I just smiled against his ear, leaning back as if to display myself in front of him. Waiting, watching... a mere moment later he licked his lips and his voice broke as he said,

"What is it you want, Lexi?" I was determined to make him squirm, and I was certain I knew how. My lips moved excruciatingly slow, my eyes smouldered, words very matter of fact.

"I want you to eat my cunt, Greg. I want you to bury your face in my sopping wet pussy and I want you to enjoy it."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Do just this one thing that I ask, and for the rest of the night my hot little body is yours to command completely. Anything you want, you've got."

She had turned the tables on me completely. I’ll be the first to admit it. Whatever she wanted from me I would give her. But what could it be that she would offer such a reward for? My mind raced. Let her fuck my ass with a strap on? Dress like a pig and push a peanut down Main Street with my nose? Lend her $10,000? Paint her parents’ house? What? What???

"I want you to eat my cunt, Greg. I want you to bury your face in my sopping wet pussy and I want you to enjoy it."

I groaned as I heard the words and my cock throbbed quickly and painfully back to life. Was she insane? I would have given her all I had in the world at that point to get my tongue into that honeypot. I would have sucked her inside out and upside down and paid her for the priviledge.

She was playing with me, toying with me and I didn’t get it. But I didn’t care. I stood up. I’d do it right here on the sofa… No, in the bedroom… No, my neck would start to hurt after ten minutes or so. Then I had an idea.

I’d do it to her on the dining room table. It had always been a fantasy of mine.

“Come here, Lexi.” I said, taking her hand and leading her into the dining room. When she saw what I had in mind she smiled.

I had a big, oak table, the kind they don’t make anymore, as solid as Gibraltar and almost as big. I had her turn around and I helped her jump up on it and had her lean back. I ran to the sofa and got some pillows for her head, then I pulled up a chair and made myself comfortable. Lexi boldly spread her legs for me, one on either side of my head, and I took her thighs and put them on my shoulders, the slick nylon from her stockings tickling my ears. I scooted closer to the table.

I stared into the face of paradise.

The Gates of Heaven could be no more beautiful than Lexi’s pussy, shaved clean and neat, labia swollen with her excitement, her lips glistening with her own juices, a sample of what was to be found inside.

I have always wanted to have a girl like this, spread in front of me, willing, and with time enough to finally have my fill of her. Lexi raised herself up on her elbows and stared down at me with a gleam in her eyes. I took my time, starting with her thighs, kissing them, licking them, giving them soft bites with my lips, letting her know well in advance what was coming as I worked my way up to her mysterious cleft. The insides of her thighs were like butter, soft and warm, and getting softer and warmer the closer I got to her delta of Venus. The scent of her was intoxicating, the little cries of pleasure and surprise that spilled from her red lips were music to me, the way her legs began to tremble with anticipation drove me wild. I put my tongue out and touched her and she arched her back and hissed with pleasure.

Very lightly, barely touching her, I ran my tongue up her cleft, feeling her flesh recoil under my loving onslaught. I opened her labia with the fingers of one hand and I touched my lips to her most sensitive flesh.

“Oh God yes!” she cried out, letting her head fall back between her shoulders. I tongued her, traced the opening to her body, came around and slid up to caress her clit, all the while sneaking little licks inside her while her hips began to squirm lewdly against my face. I covered her pussy with my mouth, opening as wide as I could, and licked her with long, slow licks, savoring her taste, making a spoon of my tongue to feed her nectar down my greedy throat.

Above me I could see her stomach jumping with excitement as I fed at her. I felt her eyes upon me, devouring the sight of a man captivated by her sex, enslaved by her cunt, for that’s all I was at that point, an animal worshipping at the fount of her desire.

I spread her apart wider and I slid a finger into her slick channel, working my tongue and my lips around it as I pumped in and out of her, sucking her juice from my finger each time it emerged, lapping at the bud of her clit. She was moaning with pleasure now, and so was I, growling like a bear with a honey comb between his paws.

Perhaps her college lovers hadn’t wanted to go down on her. Perhaps she’d never been with a man who viewed cunnilingus as a delight rather than as a chore, or perhaps she herself thought the deed too perverse or lewd to ever ask for it, but if she thought I would be shocked, she couldn’t have been more wrong. My only fear was that she would peak too soon, before I would have my fill. Below the table my cock was so hard I thought my skin would burst, throbbing with need, my own lubricants streaming from the tip and down the shaft. But he would have to wait his turn.

She finally lay down on the table, giving herself over to the pleasure my mouth brought her. She had her face turned to the side, the tips of her fingers of one hand held daintily between her teeth, her other hand tangled in my hair, feeling me as I worked at her sodden pussy. Her breasts trembled with every shaky breath she drew and her thighs and belly jerked every time I hit an especially sensitive spot.

“You gorgeous fucking bitch!” I said as I licked and sucked her sweet cunt, “You beautiful whore! I want you to come all over my fucking face! I want to suck it all out of you and drink you down!”

I don’t know if she heard me, or if she heard me if she understood my words, but she began to moan and sigh as I ate her, “Oh yes…yes…there…like that…yes…more…more like that…yes…just like that…”

She was getting close, I could tell. I fucked my finger into her steadily, and concentrated on her little clit, sucking it between my lips, sliding it back and forth between them, always in rhythm to my pumping fingers.

“Oh God yes!” she wailed. She lifted her knees to her chest and reached down between her legs to take my head and guide me to just where she wanted me, her fingers tangled in my hair. I was drowning in her, sucking her, fucking her, her thighs closed around my head and all I could sense was Lexi: Lexi in my mouth, in my nose, in my ears, my hands.

I was out of my mind with lust and desire. I dipped my tongue down to her puckered anus hidden down between her buttocks, to that little pink rosebud that was now wet and slick with her discharge. I licked it, tried to force my way inside, made her cry out in shame and surprise at my lewdness

She tried to push me away, as if it were finally too much, more than she could take, but I clung to her now, knowing she was close, very close. I went back to her throbbing little clit, sucking it gently but insistently, never letting up. Her hips began to thrust against me, humping hard against my fingers and tongue as her body climbed to that peak, to that edge of unbearable pleasure. She was no longer in control, Her body was calling the shots, knowing what it wanted and selfishly pursuing it.

And then she was there. With a deep breath her body arched and froze, every muscle tense, her thighs crushing my head between them, her pussy spasming on my hand, juice flooding from her. She gasped, screamed, shoved her cunt up at me and came like a rocket bursting in the sky, her body convulsing in paroxysms of blinding ecstasy as I clung to her, sucking up every drop of her juice, reveling in every twitch, every spasm of her delicious release.

When she finally collapsed spent on the table, her legs falling open, her stomach still quaking with aftershocks from her orgasm, I left her pussy. I licked my way up her body and found her mouth, made her kiss me and taste herself on my mouth, her own pleasure in my mouth.

 

[KileAura]

OOC: Sorry to keep everyone hanging yet again. I've recently been dealing with the mess associated with buying a house. So, It's about as frantic around here as a Ferret sancutary.

IC:

I shivered uncontrolably, still basking in the utterly delicious wake of my recent sexual release. I was beside myself with pleasure. I never knew I could feel so compeletly alive inside. My body was still covered with a thin sheet of my sweat, skin shimmering from the low light. When I regained my strength, I leaned up on my arms, eyes smouldering as I locked mine with his. I licked my lips and moaned, hopefully giving him some idea of just how amazing he'd made me feel.

My smile could have melted steel as I drew my body up against his, placing him in the perfect position to take full advantage.

"That was absolutely fucking unbelievable, Greg. Who knew you could make a woman feel that way?" I gripped his shirt and pulled him up a bit, his throbbing hardness twitched against my soft, wet pussy. His groan only spurred me on. I couldn't understand why, or even how anymore but I knew I wanted him. I wanted him fucking me, filling me, exploding within me and I wanted it all night long.

"Professor.. Greg.. baby.. " He wouldn't be able to resist, I had a good idea of what he wanted from me now and I would milk him for all he was worth. I certainly wouldn't give in until the last possible second. I lowered my tone to the deepest, most sultry whisper I could imagine, dragging red velvet lips against his. With a flick of my tongue against his lips, our hot breath mingled in deep gasps.

"Yes.. What is it Lexi?" He was on the brink of oblivion, waiting for me to drag him over the edge. I grinned and moaned deeply, my chest reverberating against his.

"Fuck me, fuck me with that thick rod of yours and make me cum for you." Hook, line.. sinker. I burned for him so badly. Never having felt this way before, I was actually starting to like being his personal fuck toy. I waited, patiently, writhing beneath him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

We were still at the big dining room table. I could have taken her into the bedroom; maybe I should have, but I was too impatient, and she was already there. Besides, the table’s hard; there’s no mattress to absorb the force of my thrusts. I’d be able to slam into her and make her feel it, and I wanted to make her feel it. I wanted to make sure she never forgot me.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and made her scootch back on the table to give me room. She was still wearing her dark stockings and garter belt, and her red shoes and the choker around her neck gave her a wonderfully whorish look. Her face was so innocent, but with her hair up and her lips swollen with sexual heat she looked like the very image of a precocious Lolita, hot to be fucked.

She might have been surprised that I was going to take her right here on the table, but she didn’t argue. I was still calling the shots, nominally at least, and when I crawled between her thighs she threw one long leg over my ass and put her arm around my shoulders. She began to pull herself up towards me as her lips reached for mine, and I held myself up on my hands and knees as she kissed me and reached between us to find my prick, hard and dripping with lube.

The feel of her hand on me made me open my mouth and groan and the little minx sunk her teeth into my lip. She put her other leg around me and began to search for me with her cunt, trying to get me inside. I let myself down, crushing her body against the hard table with my weight, and I ground my hips around under I felt my cock nestle in the soft valley of her pussy like a hot dog in a bun.

Her kisses became even more passionate and her tits mashed against me as she began to pant with need. With my weight on her she couldn’t move her hips as much and I took advantage of the situation to slide the length of my hard stalk up and down her open slit, giving her a sample of what she was going to get.

She let go of my shoulders and grabbed my ass, dug her nails in and tried to pull me into her.

“Fuck me you bastard!” she moaned. “Give it to me, baby! I need it!”

I continued to slide the length of my cock along her slit, drubbing her clit, coating my cock with her juice.

“What a mouth you have, Ms. Wheaton!” I said.

“Oh God, just do it!”

I worked my arms under her knees and pushed her legs back against her so that her pussy rolled up towards me. With her legs over my arms I grabbed her shoulders so that she wouldn’t slide away when I began pounding her, and then I reared back, my cock searching for her like a snake looking for its hole, and she was now so swollen and spread that I couldn’t miss. I found the entrance to her body and let the head of my cock push inside and Lexi froze, biting her lip, waiting for it.

“Oh Fuck!” she cried as I pushed into her. She was fresh and tight, and I didn’t think her pussy was as experienced as she wanted me to think. I had to push, feeling her giving way beneath me, stretching her, my cock forcing its way into her tight sheath. With her knees pressing up against her fat tits her pussy was pointed almost straight up and so I put my weight into her, shoving my cock straight down like I was drilling for oil.

Her teeth were clenched, her eyes shut tight, the tendons in her neck standing out as I fo4rced my big meat into her. She grabbed my arms and dug her nails in just as I reached bottom and my big balls landed in the crack of her ass. Ensconced totally within her clutching sheath, I flexed my cock once and she groaned. Yeah, she felt it. She had every fucking inch and she was stuffed with cock. I expected to see it come out her mouth.

I pulled out of her and slammed back into her, pushing, grinding my pubic bone against her nakedly exposed clit and making her gasp. I had her nearly folded in half so that her cunt was almost above her face. I could look down over my hard belly to where my cock disappeared into the little puff of blonde curls, see her lips stretched tight around me.

“Have a look, Lexi,” I grunted. “Watch me as I fuck that little pussy!”

She managed to raise her head so that she could see down between her tits and watch me pumping in and out of her. She was so wet from my eating her that her juice was leaking down through her pubes and over her belly.

I began to fuck her hard, holding her rolled up like that so she could barely move, so that all she could do was just lie there and get fucked. Despite the way I was holding her, each time I shoved into her I pushed her a little more along the table until she was coming close to the edge. I let go of her legs and her thighs fell open on either side of me, helpless, her legs shaking every time I bottomed out in her hot cunt.

I grabbed onto the edge of the table over her head and used that for leverage, then I began to fuck her in earnest, my hips rising and falling with a regular rhythm, our bodies slapping together. Now that she could move, Lexi began to fuck me back, rolling her hips to get me where she wanted me, where I felt the best. I leaned above her on my elbows, throwing my ass into it, watching her tits shake on her chest from my thrusts, feeling her hot cunt squeezing me, doing all sorts of things I’d never felt before.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head down to kiss me and bite my lips, she scratched my back; she grabbed my ass so she could feel the strength in my butt as I fucked her. Every muscle in my body was flexed tight, and that seemed to goad her on. She squeezed at my shoulders and tested the strength in my arms. She looked at me with fire and smoke in her eyes and I knew she was close.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she hissed, “Make me come with your big cock! Make me love it, you bastard! Do it!”

 

[KileAura]

With every fevered thrust of his hips, I could swear my body was seconds from bursting at the seams. Between the sweat from his loins and my dripping musk, we were bathed in our own oblivion and I wanted more. His pace continued and I somehow managed to pull my legs up around his shoulders. With one slow thrust I felt the length of his thick cock slam against my cervix.

Screaming in extacy, my nails dug at the flesh of his arms very nearly drawing blood. My scream was enough to excite him to the point of no return. He tried in vain to pull away from me, but I quickly wrapped my muscular thighs around him only forcing him more into the depths of my ravaged pussy. Groaning his frustration, his throbbing member twiched violently within the tighness of my boiling cunt, spewing his seed deep into my belly. Gasping for air, he thrust into me one final time with a heavy grunt and I felt my own climax course through my veins in a white hot blast. My muscles milked every drop of his viscous cum from him, as I cried out my pleasure hugging him to my sweat drenched body.

"OH FUCKING GOD YESSSSS!!!"

My body twitched and spasmed as the rush overtook me. Stockinged legs softly caressed his sides as I slowly and gently thrust my hips upwards, riding the height of my extacy even further from feeling the still raging hardness of his dick slip lewdly in and out of me. His hands slid lovingly up my body where they positioned themselves on either side of my face. He drew me up and into his arms for a gentle embrace and an even gentler kiss, our lips sealing the heat of passion within us both.

I felt him beginning to soften and slowly slip from within me, our mingled juices slowly leaking out to run down my ass and pool on the table beneath me. Letting out a soft mew, much like a kitten, I frowned playfully sitting up as he stood back to view the masterpiece of sexual glory he'd helped to create.

The lips of my snatch were puffy and wanton with lust, glistening from our combination of juices. A healthy blush tinted slightly tanned skin. Perfect red nails tugged lightly at my hardened little nipples, and moved to massage the soft, inviting swells of my breasts. My black stockings clung to sweaty, muscular thighs, still held fast by the lace garter belt. The red on my swollen, pouting lips still looked as though it had just been applied. A few more golden curls had managed to free themselves, hanging haphazardly from the rest of my upswept hair.

My soft brown eyes locked with his gaze and in the absolutely most innocent voice I could manage, the one I commonly used on my daddy to get damn near anything my little heart desired, I pleaded...

"You're not done with me yet are you Professor?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"You're not done with me yet are you Professor?"

I laughed. She had to be kidding. I had just emptied my balls into her, my prostate still throbbed with echoes of that joyful release, and it would take me a while to get hard again, but if she was still willing to play, I figured I could come up with something.

“More so soon, Lexi?” I asked her, “You are a little glutton, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer. She lay on the table with her legs spread so that I could se my come dripping out of her, and as I watched she gave a little squeeze, expelling a big dollop of my ejaculate that slid obscenely from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.

“You hot little bitch!” I groaned as I went to her on the table.

I took her by the shoulders and spun her around so that her head hung over the edge, my flaccid cock right in her face. I ran my hands over her breasts, rolled her nipples between my fingers, then continued down, over her ribs, her belly, to the insides of her thighs.

She already knew what I wanted and I felt her tongue come out and daintily lick the last drops of come from my prick before she opened her mouth and took her inside. I groaned and stood up on my toes and she raised one hand to scratch teasingly at my balls.

She was incredibly hot, a sexual animal, and the feel of my cock in her mouth set her off again. She began to suck me into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and lashing the head of my cock with her tongue as I leaned over her and spread her pussy apart, studying the place I’d just been. She was soaked from her own juice and my come but even so her little clit was standing up under her fleshy hood, looking around for more.

“Ohh yess, Lexi! Suck my cock. Get me hard so I can fuck you again, baby. Fuck you all night long!”

She moaned in agreement, reached up and took my hand, pushing it down to her pussy to show me where to touch her. I let her guide me and show me how she liked it and then I took over. She liked it hard, sliding over her clit and into her pussy. Lexi groaned loudly around my cock and her hips began to move against my fingers as I slid them over her clit and around her hole, then down her slit to the little dimple of her anus.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, taking her mouth off my cock for a second.

I grabbed her legs and pushed her knees up to her chest, rolling her pussy up towards me and forcing her open. I lowered my face to her sopping pussy and began licking her, sucking her labia into my mouth, sticking my tongue into her and tasting my own come. She hummed in approval and started sucking harder.

I was standing on the floor as Lexi sucked my cock while I held her legs against her and ate her fresh-fucked pussy, and I was in heaven. Lexi must have been too because she reached around me and grabbed my ass so she could keep me pressed to her face. Even so, the urge to thrust was too much and I began to fuck her pretty face, pushing all the way in so that my balls slapped against her nose. Her hair was coming undone and the blond curls were tickling my thighs but I didn’t care. I was hard again, and that gave me some room to slide my prick over her lips.

I opened her pussy and stuck my tongue inside, my nose pressing against her asshole. That little rosebud was so sweet and inviting that I pulled my tongue from her snatch and assaulted her there, pressing against her anus, trying to get inside.

Lexi squealed and reached for me, grabbing my hair, and I sucked and licked that little rosebud while my fingers fucked in and out of her juicing cunt.

Her ass! I thought. That would be next!