“So how’s everything going Vanessa?” Beau asked.
“Mmmmmm,” was her only reply as she rode up and down on his cock. He was sitting in his desk chair, pants and boxers around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned as Vanessa straddled him. It was Monday, 4 weeks since they came to their agreement. She looked around his office as she bounced up and down. He’d fucked her on pretty much every available surface. The ruler had made a reappearance a few times, mostly at her request. Same with the dildo but Beau definitely preferred to use his cock on her holes. One time she had been almost 30 minutes late. She still remembered the relief in his eyes when he opened the office door. She wasn’t brave enough to ask him why he was so relieved. Relieved she came? Relieved she hadn’t told on him? He punished her that night. She kneeled in front of him with her hands tied behind her back with his tie as she slobbered and choked on his cock for what felt like hours. But he always made her cum. Hard orgasms that left her breathless, shaking, and weak. The tie was in her closet with his jacket. She was pretty sure he had taken some of her panties.
“We should move those shelves, get a small couch in here. You know, make the place more inviting,” she said. But mostly she was thinking of the ways he could fuck her, the things they could do with a couch available. Beau let her bottom out on his dick and then he held her hips down.
“Vanessa…”
“Professor…” She pouted as she worked her hips in a circle.
“You know my name. Use my name. I feel like a lecherous old man when you call me professor.”
She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. What was that cologne? She had gone out with her girlfriends a few nights ago and someone walked by smelling very similar. Vanessa had felt her pussy gush and then had had excuse herself to the restroom to try and clean up.
“I was expecting college to be full of old professors constantly trying to leer down my shirt and convince me to suck their dicks. And instead I got you. You aren’t old, you never tried to leer down my shirt, and I had to practically beg you to let me suck your cock!” She giggled.
“I most assuredly was trying to leer down your shirt. I spent basically all of your lectures hoping the people in the front row didn’t notice my hard on!”
“I spent most of my lectures imagining what your cock looked and tasted like.”
Beau groaned and released her hips to grab her ass. Vanessa happily resumed riding him. He kissed her deeply and she moaned into his mouth. She leisurely slid up and down on his cock. Enjoying the feeling of him stretching and filling her. Again she bottomed out on him and again he held her hips down.
“But seriously, how are things back home?”
“Fine. My mom got a job.” She replied through a sigh.
“Oh, good. I was going to ask if there was anything I could do to help.”
“Professor Hudson, were you going to offer to be my sugar daddy!?” She shook her tits in his face.
“I’m in academics, I can barely be my own sugar daddy.”
Vanessa chuckled. Beau leaned forward and started nibbling on her breasts and released her hips to once again let her resume riding. He had one hand on each ass check, massaging and kneeding the round flesh. Vanessa put her hands on his shoulders, tipped her head back, and started moving faster. Moaning on each downward slide. When her nipples weren’t in his mouth they lightly grazed up and down his chest creating wonderful little frisions of pleasure in her core. She felt him kicking his pants off from his ankles and then he was standing, fingers biting into her ass as he placed her on the edge of his desk. Vanessa leaned back on her forearms, to give him a better view of her bouncing tits. In and out, in and out.
“And your classes?” He ground out. Vanessa groaned and leaned forward to lick his nipple while pushing his shirt off. Maybe distract him from all this talking. She felt his fingers on the back of her neck as his thumb landed on the underside of her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“Ummm…..”
“Vanessa, if you’re struggling in your other classes,” he paused “maybe we need to stop. If we get caught…”
Vanessa felt herself panic and she wrapped her long legs around his hips crossing her ankles and trapping his dick inside her. Beau began reaching behind him to loosen her ankles.
“What if I do better? What if I try more?” She asked. He was taking up so much of her mind. She was constantly thinking about fucking him or how he fucked her or what she wanted to do to him or what she hoped he would do to her or what his goddamn cologne was. But she could focus if she had to. And getting to fuck him was definitely a reason to focus. Fucking him wasn’t just a fun distraction anymore. She needed to fuck him. She needed that cock on her, in her, stretching her, filling her, owning her.
“You are such a smart girl. I know you will go far. I don’t want to be, for this,” he gestured to their joined bodies, “to be the reason you fail.”
“Once a week. Can we meet once a week? And then after I get my grades up can we go back to twice? What if I get on the dean’s list? I think that deserves at least 3 times a week. Maybe more.”
She was rambling but dammit she didn’t want to cry. And she really didn’t want to stop fucking him. His other hand left her leg and caressed the side of her face. He rubbed his thumb on the corner of her eye and Vanessa felt moisture. *Fuck*, she thought. Beau leaned forward and kissed her.
“Once a week. Get your grades up and we can go back to twice. Get on the dean’s list and I’ll fuck you every day.”
Vanessa relaxed. She uncrossed her feet and Beau resumed thrusting into her. Her pussy was a sloppy mess. They’d been going at it slowly for at least 30 minutes. You could hear the wetness as he pumped in and out of her. She brought her feet up and placed them on the edge of the desk, spreading her pussy wide open. Letting him thrust in as deep as he wanted. Her knees both leaned towards her center pressing her tits together.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve fucked your delicious tits yet?” He thrust into her pussy a few more times and then withdrew. He went and sat on the front edge of one of the pair of chairs. Vanessa hopped down from the desk and followed. She knelt in front of him and mashed her tits together. Beau placed the head of his cock on the underside of her breasts and thrust upwards. His cock was still so wet from her pussy she didn’t need to lube her tits. When the head came thru the top, Vanessa licked it.
“Ugh, God, your tits are so soft!” Beau groaned.
Vanessa used one upper arm to press them together freeing a hand for her to use. As he continued to slide his dick between her breasts she gently massaged his balls. She tucked her head so with each thrust she could take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the sensitive tip. She released his balls and grabbed the base of his shaft. Now he was thrusting up through her hand and her breasts. This continued for some time, with Vanessa occasionally switching hands. Soon his thrusting became harder and more forceful. She took more and more of him into her mouth at the top of each thrust as he slammed his dick in her tits. She felt his dick start to twitch in her hand and then hot ropes of cum were hitting her face and the tops of her breasts. Vanessa waited for his cock to stop twitching and spurting cum on her and then she released her tits and sat back on her heels. Beau was sitting back in the chair breathing hard.
“If I didn’t want zero proof that this was happening, I would want a picture of you right now. Sitting naked on your knees in front of me. My cum covering your face and tits.”
Vanessa’s response was to squeeze her cum coated breasts, pushing them together and then pinching her nipples. He got up and pulled a pack of wet wipes out of his desk and then handed some to Vanessa.
“And now, I think it’s your turn!” Beau said. “Please, have a seat!”
Vanessa was laughing as she wiped the cum from her face. She sat in the chair he had just left. He kneeled in front of her and scooted her ass to the edge of the seat. Then he spread her legs open and started kissing the insides of her thighs, working ever closer to her soaked pussy. Finally, he ever so gently licked along her wet slit deftly separating her folds with his tongue. Vanessa dropped the wet wipe from numb fingers. Her head dropped back and one hand raked through his hair. Beau flicked her clit with his tongue and she squeaked. He sucked on her clit and she moaned. Then he resumed assaulting her pussy with his tongue. Lapping up her juices. He swirled his tongue in her cunt. Then he started sliding one hand up her outer calf. Softly up and over her knee and then slowly, so agonizingly slowly, along her inner thigh. He removed his tongue and replaced it with a finger.
“God your pussy is so hot and tight.”
Vanessa could only nod. She may have mumbled a response. She wasn’t quite sure. And then his tongue was on her clit and his finger was sliding in and out of her and she almost forgot how to breath. Soon she felt a second finger join the first, and then not long later a third. For a moment she wondered if he was going to try to get four but he seemed content with three. Curling them as he pressed in and out of her. Making sure to hit her g-spot with every stroke. She moaned out her pleasure as he worked her pussy. Driving her mad. Vanessa started gently rocking her hips to meet his fingers.
“How can….uuuuuggghhhh….god….fuck…you’re so good!”
Her breathing became labored, halting start and stop panting. Her hips thrust harder onto his face and hands. Both her hands were running through his hair, pressing him harder towards her core. And then his fingers entered her and he sucked her clit and Vanessa came. Her legs wrapping around his head as wave after wave of pleasure ran thru her. Beau tapped the outside of her thigh.
“Oh! Sorry!” Vanessa said, releasing him. She could see her juices glistening on his stubble.
Beau was smiling. He picked her up from the chair and then sat down, settling her on his lap. His cock nestled along her crack. He kissed her as her breathing slowed and became more regular.
“We need to get dressed.”
“Do we?”
He set her on her feet and they both began finding articles of clothing. She handed him his boxers. He passed her her bra. When they were both dressed Vanessa walked up and leaned into him kissing him deeply, while pressing her panties into his hand. Beau looked at them and she saw a small blush color his face. She went up on tip toe and whispered in his ear.
“Sometimes at night I wear your jacket when I’m fucking myself.”
She saw hot desire flare in his eyes. He licked her. Up from her cleavage, along her neck to her earlobe that he gently sucked on before kissing along her jaw to her mouth. Vanessa twisted her hands into his shirt and kissed him back deeply. His arms circled her squeezing like a vise. He groaned and ripped his mouth away, resting his chin on the top of her head. He loosened his grip and skimmed his hands down her arms to come rest on her ass. He pulled her to him and she felt his rock hard dick in her stomach.
“Go.” He hoarsly got out.
“See you Wednesday?”
“Monday. I will see you Monday.” He looked like he was close to losing it.
“Worth a shot. Make sure you think of me while you take care of that!” She wiggled her ass at him and walked out the door. She couldn’t wait to see how he planned to get back at her on Monday.
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