Pleasing the Professor- Part 2 [Mf] [Age Gap]

I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling this way about my professor, but I needed him. I needed him with such an urgency, I could barely contain myself. The moment the hotel door closed, he was on me and I didn’t stop him.

He pushed me up against the door and lifted me up like I was weightless. His lips crashed down on mine. He cupped my chin with one hand to hold my face in place while he ravaged me. I kissed him back with equal fierceness. His tongue licked my lips open and entered, searching hungrily. Our tongues met in my mouth and a moan ripped from my lips.

He pulled away for a moment to growl, “You taste like heaven.” And then his mouth was back on me.

He put my feet back onto the ground and used his hands to pull my wrists above my head where he pinned them to the door with ease. He kept one hand there and moved the other down my body. He moved slowly, deliberately, trailing his hand down my arm, caressing my neck, squeezing one breast, and then wrapping around my ass and pulling my hips to meet his. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot on my neck and nibbled there.

I was already so wet for him. To be honest, I had been wet for him he had texted me earlier, while I was getting ready for the University Student Gala. *After the Gala, by the West elevators, 11pm*. As soon as I saw that text, I knew how tonight was going to end. All thoughts of our age difference, his wife, and the risk of expulsion were driven out of my head. Instead, I put on the perfume I knew he loved, made sure to match my bra to my panties, and threw a few condoms in my purse. I came to the Gala for one reason only, him.

A sudden brightness made my eyes fly open. Lightning was flashing outside and a thunderclap wasn’t far behind.

“Oh,” I sighed, fascinated by the storm.

He pulled away, “Are you okay?”

I moved towards the windows which spanned from the floor to the ceiling. The view was incredible, it was like we were in the storm clouds. A strike of lightning lit up the sky again.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, nearly pressing my face to the window. I could sense him moving behind me, felt the warmth of his hands as they snaked around my waist and fastened on my belly. I could feel his hardness rubbing between my ass. God, he smelled good, like expensive cologne, mahogany and smoke. And underneath, the ever-present smell of cigarettes and soap.

I tilted my head back and allowed his lips to meet mine again. His fingers snaked up into my hair and pulled my head down onto his shoulder so he could drive the kiss deeper. My chest heaved with need as his hands traveled to the swell of my breasts. He slipped them into my dress, beneath my bra and pinched a hard nipple, eliciting a long moan from my mouth. His other hand found its way under the hem of my dress and rubbed against the lace of my panties, feeling the wetness that had pooled there.

“Come here, sweet girl,” he said, “I want to fuck you like this, right against this window.” He nibbled at my neck and squeezed my breasts again.

“Yes,” I moaned against his mouth.

He pulled the tie keeping my dress on and it fell like liquid gold to my feet, exposing the black bra and lacy thong I picked out just for him.

He lowered himself to his knees behind me and his hands guided me to bend over. I put an arm up to brace myself against the window and looked outside.

It really was beautiful, surreal with the lightning illuminating the sky and thunder rumbling soon afterwards. I could see the street below, being pounded by rain. He hadn’t turned on the lights so the intermittent lightning and the street lights were the only things illuminating the room.

I gasped when his tongue licked a streak against my sex. He kissed me there with the same passion he kissed my lips with just moments ago.

“Please,” I moaned.

His tongue slipped into my core and my eyes closed in bliss. His tongue darted in and out of me as one hand reached over and started stroking my clit. The pressure sent me reeling and the orgasm hit me with such force my knees nearly buckled. I came on his tongue and he lapped me up like I was the best thing he had ever tasted.

“I love the way you taste, like fucking honey,” he said, standing up. I heard the sound of a zipper.

“Look at us,” he whispered, reaching around and cupping my chin to move my gaze upward. I could see our reflections in the mirror and couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen something so erotic. I was still in my bra, panties, and high heels. My cheeks were flushed and my lips were swollen from his desperate kisses. And he looked like sex personified, still in his impeccably cut suit, pumping his huge dick with a big hand that sported an incredibly expensive, sexy watch. I could make out the bands of his muscles even underneath the blazer. I couldn’t hold back any longer and reached back to stroke his huge cock. He let out a sound of contentment.

“I want you to watch yourself come this time,” he said, bending me over again. I complied easily. I wanted to see the look on his face as he entered me.

“And, I’m going to come inside you tonight, darling,” he stated simply. My pussy tightened at the thought. He was usually so careful not to leave any traces of himself inside me, but tonight felt different somehow. I was still in my underwear and he was still fully dressed, but this night felt more intimate than we had ever been.

I thought of the condoms in my purse but then I thought of how nice it would be to actually feel his cock moving inside me, how amazing it would be to be filled by his seed.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He used his large fingers to push my panties to the side and slid his cock through my folds, teasing me, driving me wild, eliciting a whimper from my lips. But he didn’t thrust into me like I hoped he would, he simply circled my entrance and pulled away.

“Please, sir, please,” I moaned.

“Yes, baby girl,” he said, “Beg for it.”

“Make me come, sir.”

With that he pushed deep inside me and I saw the look of pure, intense pleasure wash over his features reflected in the dark glass. He pushed himself all the way to the hilt, burying himself inside me, and I stretched to accommodate his huge, bare cock. This felt so right, so perfect. Like it was meant to be. All our differences fell to the wayside when he was inside me like this.

The nerves of my sex were like live wires, being set off with every stroke of his shaft. He caressed my belly with his hands, whispered naughty, wonderful things in my ears and pulled my hair, just how I liked. When he reached around me and pinched my clit, the sweet burst of sensation sent me over the edge again.

“Professor,” I cried out, my voice shaking. I wanted to throw my head back and simply feel the pleasure coursing through my veins, but he held my head steady with one hand in my hair, forcing me to watch my own face as I came apart. My reflection was unrecognizable. My face was twisted with absolute and complete bliss I had never felt or seen before. It only made me want him more.

He began to pump into me harder. I could see his eyes squeezed tight with need and finally, relief washed over him as he grunted with release. I felt his cock shudder inside of me as he filled me up. I snuck a glance at myself in the window again. Who was this woman staring back at me? Why had he chosen me, of all the other beautiful students in his class? I felt proud of myself for being the woman who could make him, the aloof, distant professor, put down his guard.

We stayed joined for another minute, catching our breaths and watching the thunderstorm beating down outside. Another loud crash of thunder brought us back to the present.

He pulled out of me slowly and I felt his sticky seed pulsing out of my hole. I could still see his reflection in the window, watching me with delight. His dick was still hard as he hid it away in his pants.

“I will never see any view better than this one,” he said.

“It is amazing outside,” I said, willing myself to get a grip and ignore the regret that filled me after fucking my married professor. I bent down to scoop up my dress from the floor and turned to leave but he put a hand on mine to stop me in my tracks.

“No,” he rasped, “I meant watching my cum drip out of your bare pussy.”

His tone made me flush and my core tighten again. I felt another gush of seed drench my panties. Despite the ache in my heart, I already missed having him inside me and needed him again. He was getting closer and closer and I was backing away until I felt the cold window against skin.

“I should go,” I whispered.

His hands pulled the gold dress out of my hands and flung it behind his shoulder. His scent was filling my brain, blocking all rational thought. His hand caressed my hips and then slid under my panties and into my wet folds. I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me.

“I have the room for the night,” he said, “Stay.”

“Okay,” I said.

He growled in pleasure as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4kclr/pleasing_the_professor_part_2_mf_age_gap