Art School Professor: Fucking during the Christmas Party (Part I) (FM)

(Start here if you want to the backstory and details, skip down to where it gets juicy)

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In my junior year of college, I was a teaching assistant to my Art professor, Prof. Abbott, a 42-year-old man with an athletic build and salt pepper hair a short beard. I had been attracted to him since I took his class a few years ago as a freshman. As a junior I had applied to be one of his teaching assistants. I knew there were several much more qualified and talented applicants so I was not optimistic. The fact that I got the position, along with a favorable schedule to maximize our time together, showed me that the attraction might be mutual. And that he was willing to color a bit outside the lines to get what he wanted.

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It didn’t take long for the glances to turn to kisses and the kisses to groping, and blowjobs and such. However, we never really got to have a decent fuck. We had tried a couple times, but something always seemed to come up. He shared the office with another professor which was situated across the hall from a 24/7 art studio so students could come by whenever inspiration struck. I still lived in the Art dorm with homebody roommates and he lived with his wife and kids and the dean of the art school happened to be his neighbor. It would have been hard to explain a young coed coming to his house after hours. Frequently, I would reach my hand down his pants to feel his fat cock and grow impatient to feel it inside of me, he would always tell me the same thing “Wait for the Christmas party”

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The Christmas party was an annual event that the dean of the art school held at his house. Since they were neighbors, and the professor was the assistant dean, the two of them would usually jointly host the soiree, with guest enjoying festivities at both houses. This allowed them to grow the guest list and share the expense.

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The night of the Christmas party I was anxious and incredibly horny. I wore tight jeans and a nice top with a drape jacket to shield me from the mild Savannah winters. It was a medium sized Georgian style home with Doric pillars and a dormer roof (I had to take architecture as a prerequisite). The Dean’s house was of a similar style, but larger and with an addition that didn’t quite match the original house.

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I knocked on the door of my professor’s house and was greeted warmly by his wife, Patricia. I had seen pictures of his wife in his office a few times, funnily enough she looked like an older version of myself. Like me, she was about 5’2, petite with roughly 32b breast and brown hair. We had different features here and there, but he obviously had a type. Maybe it was just narcissism that made me find her attractive, but she definitely looked hot in her tight red dress lowcut and heels. She seemed to greet me a bit warmer than others, but her embrace turned me on a little.

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I saw my professor and he waved a casual wave and then returned to a conversation with a colleague. I was a little disappointed at his cold reception, but I couldn’t realistically expect him to take me right there and bend me over the foyer console table (as hot as that would have been) so I bided my time and mingled. I knew and liked almost everyone there and I was having an okay time chatting with the other TA’s and generally being an art nerd surrounded by other art nerds. If it hadn’t been for my professor’s promise I would have considered it a fun time, but I was more focused on cock than cocktails and I was starting to become impatient.

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As the night wore on and the crowd thinned it seemed that I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted. I started to say my goodbye’s and see you later’s. I saw my professor glance over at me noticing that I was about to leave. I gave him a casual wave with a hint of “fuck you” in my half smile and started to head for the coat closet to grab my jacket. The closet was nearly empty as most people had left or gone over to the dean’s house. I would rather leave early than be the desperate girl sticking around waiting for a man’s attention.

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As I was grabbing my jacket, thinking of which of my past hookups might be available for some fun tonight I felt a set of strong familiar hands grab my waist. He ran his hands under my shirt and started to grope my breast. I was still a little pissed at him, but the feeling was quickly slipping away as I felt his breath and lips on my neck as I reflexively squirmed into his crotch

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He pulled me into a room down the hall and away from the rest of the guest and threw me on the bed. I start to undo my jeans quickly not knowing how much time we had and still eager for his cock despite my pouty attitude earlier. He hooked both my jeans and panties with his fingers and slowly peels them off of my body. He started by kissing the top of my feet and slowly worked his way up caressing my calves and thighs, leaving my hot pussy to throb for his attention. From all of our times before I was used to the exhilaration of constantly being close to getting caught, but this slow tender teasing was completely new and helped me relax and sink into the bed as I surrendered my body to his touch.

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One of his hands had advanced farther than his lips and began to caress the outside of my eager pussy. His thick middle finger pushed past my folds and slipped inside of me causing me to grip the sheets tightly and stifle a moan.

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Eventually his lips caught up to his hands and he began to licking from the crease of my leg across my skin up the length of one side of my mound to the tip of my clit, causing me to shudder in delight as another thick finger slipped inside of me while his other hand began to squeeze my breasts and nipples.

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His fingers slowly became more vigorous, pushing deeper and curling inside of me as his tongue began to sloppily suck and lick every crease and fold of my pussy. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. Sensing I was close he pulled down his pants to reveal the heavy cock that I had been waiting for.

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He took his heavy cock and smacked it against my waiting hole. It was so wet that my juices splashed down his shaft. He rubbed his head up and down my slit teasing me. Unable to wait any longer I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him into me, sinking all of his girthy cock deep into me at once.

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He continued fucking me, delivering deep hard thrusts followed by slowly dragging his cock out so every inch of my tight walls could feel his fat head pushing against it and stretching me open, only to be followed by another deep thrust into my abdomen.

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My pussy gripped his cock, my legs and arms still wrapped around his body. He took my right nipple between his teeth, lightly tugging at the hard nubs which pushed me over the edge of a long-awaited orgasm, causing me to breathily scream into his hairy chest.

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As my first orgasm subsided, he flipped me over onto all fours. Ready for more I playfully stuck my butt up in the air and wiggled it back at him. He mounted me from behind and began giving me the hard fucking that I deserved and came for. Pounding me with fast and deliberate thrust.

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I felt him grip my ass cheeks and spread them apart, admiring his handiwork and my tight asshole. I felt his saliva drip onto my winking asshole letting it pool in the crevice. He pressed the pad of his thumb against my asshole and began to massage circles around the opening as he fucked me. I could feel my ass start to open and accept his meaty thumb inside. The new sensation caused me to moan into the sheets and push back harder against him causing his thumb to pop into my ass past my tight ring. That sudden sensation caused my second orgasm of the night and I let out a muffled guttural scream into the bedding. My pussy convulsing from the orgasm must have sent him over the edge as his entire body tensed as he released what felt like all the cum in the world into my already drenched pussy.

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I dropped onto the bed and rolled over. I grabbed him by the ass and pulled his cock, still dripping and covered in both of our cum, into my mouth. His dick to getting harder as I sucked him into the back of my throat.

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In my cock-drunk state I didn’t notice that the door had opened until I heard someone say “I guess I’m not the only one who can deep throat my husband’s cock.” “I didn’t expect her to be such a horny little thing.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kmtvm5/art_school_professor_fucking_during_the_christmas