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“Are you still with us, professor?” whispered a voice.
Roger snapped out of it. “What?” He looked around. Most of his students stared at their desks, bored, minds elsewhere, too lazy or too disinterested to care about today’s lecture. He had done it again, gotten lost in thought after making eye contact with her, with Alex, the gorgeous student in the front row. The way she had looked at him brought back a flood of memories, a quiet night in an empty bar, an electric walk to the car, a frantic drive to his apartment…
Roger glanced at the source of the voice, a young woman named Hannah. She was one of those students who applied themself to the material, bringing questions and observations to every class. Her brow knitted in concern. But, no one else seemed to have noticed his lapse in focus. He nodded and reassured her with a smile.
Roger’s eyes moved back to Alex. Her magnetism always pulled his gaze to her eventually. She paid rapt attention to his lectures, even the ones about the most boring topics. She smirked and leaned forward, just a hint of cleavage peeking over her blouse. He checked the clock. Just ten more minutes. Ten more minutes of lecture and then he would have a very professional meeting with Alex about her paper in progress. No funny business.
Not again.
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Roger put his things away as students filed out of the lecture hall. He looked around. No sign of Alex. She must have slipped out already. That was fine. They had a few minutes until their meeting. Unbidden, an image came to his mind. Her dark eyes looking over her shoulder at him, black hair cast over her bare shoulder, her lip between her teeth, her ass against his lower belly, her warmth around his . . .
He glanced down at the shape growing underneath his pants. Buttoning his jacket and holding his suitcase ahead of him, he hurried from the room.
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“I’m in the conference room.”
No subject line, no explanation—just that short line of text in an e-mail from her. Roger strode to the door of his office and peeked out. He could see the conference room straight down the hall, lights off, filled with darkness. The entire hallway was dark save for the overhead lights. It was past five on the Friday before the holiday break and everyone else had gone. Thank God. He hurried down the hall and stepped inside the darkened room.
“Close the door,” said a soft voice. He did. A dim lamp switched on in the corner. Alex stood underneath it, her curves lit seductively. She was nude, perky nipples rigid. He could already smell her. An elongated shape lay on the table. She touched it gently as she stalked toward him.
“I warmed myself up with this. I hope you don’t mind.” Alex grasped the dildo and brought it to her lips, licking it from bottom to top, circling the head, and pulling it into her mouth. She tossed it aside and pressed her body against him.
Roger ran his fingers through her hair, all thoughts of what might happen to him if someone caught them evaporating from his mind. She leaned her face against his hand, nuzzling his palm and kissing it sweetly. She pulled his fingers to her neck. He seized firmly around her throat, pulling her closer, bringing his lips to hers. He slipped his other hand down her chest, her stomach, lower and lower until his fingers were between her thighs. They slipped inside her so easily.
“You’re so wet for me,” he moaned against her ear.
“Yes, professor. But wouldn’t you rather feel how wet I am with that thick cock of yours?”
He took her by the shoulders and pressed her down. “Not yet. I want something else first.”
She kneeled, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them away, then slipped her fingertips under the elastic band of his underwear. She lowered them, releasing his veiny cock. It hung from his body, heavy and full. She took him in her fingers.
He shuddered. “Cold.”
Alex laughed. “Not for long, professor.” Her lips pressed against his balls, kissing, sucking, licking with her long tongue. She felt his cock twitching in response, eager for more. Her lips slowly moved upward, dwelling at the base of his shaft, then up and up until she tasted his sweet precum. The tip swelled. She pulled the little mushroom top into her mouth and moved closer to his body. His cock disappeared down her throat.
Roger grabbed her hair with both hands, slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. When she squeezed his balls he gasped, froze, then sped up his movements. She could feel him growing stiffer. His cock bulged. Her spit dripped down his cock and balls, pooling on her tits, painting her stomach. It wasn’t long before he moaned and thrust hard against her. She grabbed his hips as his shaft twitched and pulsed strings of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked him firmly, draining every drop, then she pulled away and stood.
Alex never broke eye contact as she moved back from him, sitting herself on the conference table. She parted her lips slightly. His warm cum dripped from them slowly. He stroked himself as she coated her tits and stomach with his cum, rubbing it everywhere with her hands.
Roger stepped forward. He brought his soft lips to her tits, encircling each of her nipples in turn and teasing them with his tongue. She lay back on the table. He cleaned her body with his mouth. Cruelly, he licked her hard clit for just a moment, just long enough to make her squirm. Then he climbed above her, his knees on either side of her chest. He let his cum fall from his mouth back down to his cock. Alex reached up and stroked him using it as lubricant. With her other hand, she scooped up any that fell to her face and brought it to her slit, pushing his cum inside. With her warm, wet mouth, she cleaned his cock again, feeling him growing harder already.
“Get up,” he instructed her.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Face the table. Stick your ass out. Lay your tits flat against the surface.”
Alex did as she was told. Roger stood admiring her figure, stroking his palm along her soft ass, exploring her curves. He gently teased her lips with his finger tips. She writhed and stuck her ass out toward him. His fingers slipped inside, gently rubbing against her G-spot.
Alex could already feel her orgasm building. She reached between her legs and played with her clit, circling it quickly and firmly. His cock pressed between her cheeks. He thrusted slowly, his shaft and balls rubbing against her dripping lips. She felt him pull back further this time, lining up the tip between her lips, pressingly firmly, gently, increasing the pressure until he slipped inside her fully. Even after playing with her dildo, it felt like his cock stretched her.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fill me up, daddy. Fill your dirty little cumslut. I want to be your pet, professor. Use my tight little pussy like your own toy, sir.”
She whimpered when his hand struck her ass. She thrust back against him as his hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer, shoving his cock deeper.
Roger grabbed a handful of her hair, making her arch her back. Her eyes rolled up, the sensation of his thick cock filling her, the electricity of his touch moving through her body as she played with her clit. She felt her stomach and her thighs filling with energy, preparing to tense up as she orgasmed around her lover. Roger placed one hand gently on the side of her face, directing her eyes to his.
“Cum inside me, daddy,” she begged.
“Not this time. You’ve been a bad little slut, distracting me with these during class.” He groped her sensitive tits, pinching her nipples one after the other. “Get on your knees and face me.”
Alex raced to do as she was told, on her knees, her hand wrapped around his cock. Roger pulled her hair back, exposing her face. He groaned for her as warm cum drenched her face. Her fingers sped up, working her clit fast as she collapsed forward against his legs, her muscles tight and quivering with orgasm.
They both fought to catch their breath. After a few quiet moments, Roger lifted her her back onto the table. He used his fingers to mop up his cum from her eyelids, lips, and nose. Gently, he pressed his fingers inside her soaked pussy. He kissed her deeply and pulled her face to his chest, cradling her and stroking her hair in the lamplight.
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