The first time I laid eyes on her, I had just reach the university to pick up my Doctorate diploma, I had graduated during the winter session. The school was packed with young girls hurrying to their classes. It was a Private Christian University populated full of girls much younger than I. I drove in with my motorcycle, removing my helmet just in time to admire the few girls walking past in their tights shorts. Fantasy circled my mind as I watched the moment of their perfectly round asses walk, when you caught my eye, perfectly dressed in a skirt, pale legs emerging from the teaching building. Your brown hair was perfectly curled as the bounce in your step walking towards the same building I was heading towards. I put my helmet under my arms, removing my gloves and taking apart my leather jacket to follow you towards the admiration building. Admiration came from other views as girls gave me a long glance. My jeans and skin tight t-shirt showed off the muscles from years of working part time as a gym instructor. I gave a few a wink as giggles followed.
As you walked through the administration building, my mind flurried with thoughts of pinning you down and turning your ass as my flesh light with a pounding that would send tears and cries as it was something that had turned me on more than anything, the suffering while tearing apart a virgin asshole, training a worthless bitch into a good like house bitch. It wasn’t my first time I controlled and it surely wasn’t going to be my last, the thought of the good college days of tight pussy screaming under me filled my brain, “oh the good old days” I thought as I opened the door and saw you sitting right next to the reception desk, your legs slightly parted to where wonder of the color of those panties escalated my brain.
I walked to the male reception and asked for the student advisor, Janet, please. He informed me she was in a meeting and would be available very soon. Her and I had been corresponding through email a few times about getting my diploma. She offered to mail it, yet with the semi-flirting we had done over email, I insisted that she allow me to meet her and thank her personally for all the help throughout the final few semesters. You were watching me while I spoke to the young man, hoping not to be discovered yet it was clearly visible out of the corner of my eye. As I turned and faced you, your eye disappeared back to the phone you had in front of you. With all the seats empty, I chose to seat right across from you hoping that I could catch the color of those panties when you rise to attend to whatever reason you were there for.
“What are you in for?” I asked you after you politely gave me a smile looking up for a split second to catch me admiring your legs.
“I’m here to talk about one of my classes, I disagree with the teacher.” You replied.
“Is this your first semester?” I said with a smile.
“No, it’s my second, but I’m not sure if I want to stay at this school for any longer.” She told me returning a smile.
“I recommend you do. I just finished my doctorate here and but attending the state school for my bachelor’s. What are you studying?” I started the conversation, hoping you would eventually reveal a means of further communication though not expecting it.
“Well, I’m not making many friends, and my family can barely afford this school. The classes are pretty difficult and I don’t think I can keep my grades up to continue my scholarship. My degree is secondary education, I don’t think I’ll make enough if I have to resort to student loans.” She responded with a little frown.
I looked down at your legs as your legs parted a little more, my mind raced thinking of the things I would do to your tight holes, the scream you would make as I force myself in and out repeatedly, though I kept a straight face as I replied, “I understand that, have you considered working while going to school, this school offers tons of work programs that will help with tuition.”
“Yeah, I have, but I don’t know. Maybe my grades will suffer more if I’m working all of the time.” She said, “what about you, just here to talk about your accomplishment?”
A quick thought popped in my head, “I’m here to give back, as I’m looking to hire some students to work for my company, it’s growing heavily and I need some people to keep up with the growing social media demands. As you can see I’m a bit older and social media never was my thing. I need some social media crazies to come in and take some of the pressure off me while I concentrate on making the sales.” I chucked, “Would you be interested in something like that?”
Just then. Janet appeared. Mr. McCoy, so wonderful to finally meet you. I stood up and greeting Janet with a handshake. “Please follow me and we can get you right out of here, thank you so much for coming so promptly.” She spoke ushering me to the rear.
“Hold on one minute.” I said as I reached in my wallet and pulled out a business card and handed it over to you as you kept your eyes on me during the entire time of speaking to Janet. I handed you the card and said, “Shoot me a call if you’re interested.”
I looked back with a smile as I turned to follow Janet to the back of the office, turning right in the first office. I sat in the comfortable chairs across from her desk and Janet sat in front of me. Her legs were nice a tan as I ran my eyes from her pink high heels to her pencil skirt, fully button blouse and jacket. She looked at me with a great big smile, “It’s a pleasure, again, to finally meet you. Your emails have been almost the highlight of my day for the past few months of corresponding to you.”
I sat up from my leaning position and leaned in, “Janet, if you would’ve told me you were this beautiful I might have picked every flower from my home to here to present to you.” She giggled. “As much as a charmer in person as you are on paper, huh?” She reached behind her looking for my diploma. She searched for a few minutes and apologized; stating that she must’ve left it in the conference room where the others were. As she walked from the office, I saw a gentleman walking and you were following him. You turned a gave me a smile and you walked past the office. A cloudy phrase filled my head: If she calls, I’m going to fuck her so damn hard! Janet walked through the door just as you past saying, “I found it, it was in the special pile.” She smiled and handed me the envelope. I greatly expected it and replied, “I feel like the only way I could repay you for this is an amazing dinner at the tower.” Her eyes became bright, as that was one of the best restaurants in town, the average check for two was between $300-$500 without wine. The current manager of the restaurant and I were golf buddies so I never needed a reservation when I went there, making it my go to spot to impress any girl. He was a horrible shot, but a good gambler often paying me out enough to give me two to three free dates at his restaurant and he could drink like the best of us. We shared like-minded feelings of what the purpose of women was put on the planet for and the swapping of stories between the two of us would land us both behind bars. He had countless stories of girls saving their jobs in his office as well as the bartenders being bend over on the bar taking their boss like it was a cure to their disease. I envied him for his inertness to control and manipulate woman to do as he please. He had a brothel available to him whenever he please.
Her eyes glowed, but the reality kicked back in as she informed me that she was happily marriage to her college boyfriend of three years. No disgrace crossed my mind as I stood up and told her before leaving, “If that young love fads, shoot me an email and I’ll give you a reason to never look back.” I walked out of the room giving her imagination the room to build from the statement as I walked out of the room. I walked outside and walked across to the coffee shop. I had fucking on my brain as I sat close to the window awaiting that sexy brunette piece of ass that I had met in the waiting room. I sat and watch each piece of ass walk by. Woman flooded the campus as more classes let out. My eyes were flooded with tight pussy begging to be violated. Girls in the tightest clothes walked from every direction, when you walked out of the administration building. You started walking towards the dorms as I left the coffee shop and left a good distance between us. As we got close to where my bike was parked, I noticed you grab the business card from you purse and sit at the bench closest to my bike. I had no choice but to walk right up to you, acting at first not to see you. In the motion of putting on my helmet you saw me and looked at the card quickly. “Mr. McCoy,” you almost shouted as I approached my bike. Looking up, “Uh, I didn’t change your name, sweetie,” I replied. “Yes, it’s Claire, I wanted to ask you about the jobs you had available for the students here.”
“Ah, yes, well there is only one position available for the social media rep. What I need you to do is to send me your social media pages. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and anything else you have so I can see you experience. Then I will send you some interview questions. I don’t care if you want to send those back in an email or if you want to do them in person, let me know. The pay is $20 an hour, and it’s all year around. Do you live around her?” I said.
“My family is from Montana, but if I made that much, I think I could get an apartment and cut with my school expenses for my family. I will send my information.” She said in a hopeful manner hoping to get the position.
“And do you have a car for travel. I will require you to come to my office at least once a week?” I replied after I put the helmet on and started the bike.
“Um, I do, but it stopped running, and I don’t have the money to fix it right now.” She shyly replied.
“No problem, if you make the cut, I will pick up. I play golf less than a few miles from here on Friday mornings. Well, I look forward to your information. Have a good day.” I said as I removed the kickstand and started to roll the bike.
“Thank You,” you shouted with the sound of the bike silencing you.
You watched me as I drove off to the road of the side entrance of campus. I watched in the rearview mirror as you quickly gathered your stuff and walk off. As I came to a stop sign, I hoped I didn’t have to wait too long until I had you screaming under me begging me to stop as I rammed myself in and out of your unused twat.
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