Page 71 of Beau Pair
“Because I misgendered them,” he answers.
“Well, they go by both pronouns, but prefer they/them.”
“And I’d like to go by their preference,” Gordon insists.
We’re both leaning so far over the desk I can feel his breath on me.
“I like it when you go all PC and respectful,” I say, and edge closer so that we’re almost kissing.
He smiles and licks his lips.
“You do?” he grumbles.
“It’s so hot, it turns me on,” I tell him.
“They. Them. Themself. Enby. Gender-queer. Pansexual,” he just mumbles different things and burns me with his gaze. “Are you horny yet?”
“Professor!” I scold him. “I’ve been horny since we walked in.”
Gordon reaches up and removes his glasses. His gaze darts at my crotch that’s hiding behind the desk, and as if my cock knows he’s looking, it hardens even more against the metal side of the desk.
“We’ve got to do something about that,” he grumbles. “We can’t have you walking around campus with a hard-on. What will the other teachers think?”
I lean in and take his bottom lip between my teeth and pull.
“Maybe they can help me play peekaboo with my dick between their ass cheeks,” I whisper.
Gordon swallows, his breathing even harder, the way it gets when he’s super horny and super hungry for some dick.
“Why go through all the trouble. I can help with that,” he says.
I stand back up, leaving a seriously dazed Gordon to hover over his desk.
“Can you, Professor?” I ask him, and take my seat back, crossing my legs,Basic Instinctstyle.
Gordon collapses on the desk and tries to reach for my dick with one hand, but I grab him by the wrist and bring the hand up to my mouth. I lick a finger. It’s rough and bitter, but that just makes me even hungrier for him.
“Tell me, Professor,” I say. “Are you tight?”
“Y-yes,” he grumbles.
“Yeah? Is your hole desperate for some dick?”
He bobs his head eagerly, his jaw open, staring at me like he’s been hypnotized.
“Just any dick…” I start, but he interrupts.
“Yours,” he spills out. “Just yours.”
I grin and lick his middle finger, taking it all the way down. When I pull it out, I make my mouth pop.
“That’s very naughty, Professor. I should report you to the dean,” I tell him.
“I-I am naughty. May-maybe you should punish me,” he rasps.
I stand up and pull his hand down to my crotch.
“Hm… you’re right. I should punish you. Maybe some spanking for the inappropriate comments?”
