Page 15 of The Professor
The only sounds were breathing, the odd cough or throat clearing, and a shuffle and rustle of material as someone must have decided to strip completely.
A strange electric vibe hung in the air. Collective horniness, a group throb of need that had overspilled to this. To this!
And then I heard it. Heavy footsteps, big shoes…men.
The moment the first one entered the room the energy shifted. One girl whimpered, and next to me another groaned. I spread my legs and clenched my pussy. My skin was so pale I was sure even in the darkness it would be clearly visible.
And then I felt it. A presence behind me. He stilled for a moment. Then big hands on my ass cheeks, fingers biting in and a huff of need that spread heat onto the bare nape of my neck.
I braced for penetration, my pussy wept, and I closed my eyes.
His cock was there, right on target, and then he forged in.
I cried out in relief. This was what I needed. I’d ached for so long, and now…now I was full of rock-solid cock. And damn, he was big. Perfect.
He kept on going, filling me so deep, until his balls pressed up against my pussy lips. Then he released my ass cheeks and gripped my hips in a pincer hold. He half pulled out then drove in again, dragging me back onto his big cock and bashing the air from my lungs.
I wanted to tell him yes, that’s it, right there, don’t stop, but then I remembered the no-speaking rule. The last thing I could cope with right now was for it all to stop.
If he stopped…I’d die.
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Andrew
The Sure Thing had come at just the right time this year. I’d been once before, hadn’t been in the mood, and left without going through with it.
But after last night’s job, last night’s excellent result and things smoothed over with Grant, I was on a high.
If I’d done what I’d really wanted to do with my high, I’d have followed Chelsea and her friend when they’d gone to the library after lunch, found some excuse to get her on her own, and suggested we fuck each other the way we’d wanted to in my office.
But that would have been reckless. I was bad news for her. She thought I was a serious professor, obeyed the law, spent my time poring over research and dissertations, but no…I was akiller. Not a murderer, that was different. I only killed those who deserved to be dead.
A swarm of masked men walked over the lawn, their strides purposeful and swift. My hard-on grew with each step. Just the thought of all those waiting wet pussies had heat rushing to my cock.
The Sure Thing was such a primitive act and had been going for years here at the University. Members of the university council either didn’t know about it, turned a blind eye, or were walking alongside me right now. Who knew.
I filed into the building, turned left along with the other guys, and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
A few low candles indicated the door to the language department, and as I stepped into the first room I came to, I was hit with the sweet scent of perfume and turned-on woman.
“Fuck yes,” I muttered, undoing my belt buckle and quickening my pace.
The guy to my right dived on the first bare ass, spearing straight in and releasing a long, low grown. His woman gasped and bucked for more.
I bypassed the next two asses offered up and made for the very end of the row of booths. Anonymity was promised, but I was a professor, it made sense to be doubly careful and away from the crowd.
My face was hot, my Galahad mask in place, and my breaths were fast and sharp. Through the dim light, a perfect, pale round ass caught my attention. Dark skirt hoisted up and white shoes were all I could see.
Instantly, my cock reacted and went to full hardness. I released it, fisted it, and strode up to the peachy ass that I couldn’t drag my attention from.
I rolled on a condom, each touch of my own fingers making my cock surge. I had to get inside this woman, shove into the pussy I could just make out glistening in front of me.
I grasped her warm, soft buttocks and positioned myself, tipped back my head, and let all thoughts fade away. This was the here and now. This was what I needed. Craved.
I found purchase and then rammed in. Taking what I had to have. She cried out, a high-pitched gasp, and I groaned long and low, the sounds mixing. The relief of having tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock was all-consuming.
She braced, locking her knees, and I grabbed her slender hips. After pulling halfway out, the drag of her pussy on my cock sublime, I forged in again, yanking her onto my cock at the same time and going even deeper.
