Nathan
The body of Francesca was found in a shallow grave, two miles outside of Providence in the early hours of this morning. Coincidentally, by someone on a morning run. I’m currently sitting in my office as two officers ask me questions regarding Fran. Lieutenant Patrick Jones and Lieutenant Angela Mayfield sit across from me. Not only that, but the body of Joseph Chambers was also found this morning.
Suspected heart attack over the weekend. Can’t say I’m really surprised with the way the man eats. Two people. One found, one fresh. All in the space of a few hours of each other and honestly, I’m a little shocked. In the back of my mind, I didn’t think Fran would ever be found. I don’t even think anything other than relief entered my head when I heard she was missing.
The stupid bitch had been blackmailing me for months since our last encounter didn’t end so well and I smacked her across the face a little too hard for her liking. Nothing like Ashley though. She’s different. She takes everything I give her and more. Listening to the way she whimpers with every single touch. The way she accepts my praise like she was made for me.
Perfect.
However, since Joseph’s untimely death, and as per his request, it seems I’ve been appointed acting Dean at this moment in time. So here I sit, looking at the two faces of the officers as they sit across from me. One unbelievably beautiful and the other looking at me as though I murdered the girl. Maybe I should have.
“So, how well did you know the victim, Mr Danvers?” Officer Jones repeats for the third time and I’m beginning to wonder how the fuck someone like him got accepted into the police force.
“Like I said the three times you previously asked me… Not very well. She was a student of mine last year until she dropped from my class.” I sip my coffee. I knew her inside as well as out. Great pussy, annoying as fuck voice though. “Why?”
“We’re just looking at every aspect of her life,” Officer Mayfield smiles. “Do you have any idea who might want to hurt her?” Officer Mayfield however, I’m willing to bet my Porshe that her cum voice is delicious. That perfect little pout she’s sporting as she looks at me should get me hard but she’s just… too old for me.
I’ve come to realise – after sleeping with Ashley multiple times – that I guess I’m just the guy who likes younger women and maybe I need to come to terms with that. It’s the student thing that causes the most bother. This is my job after all, my life in fact. I’m putting everything on the line yet again for a blonde with blue eyes and the tightest cunt I’ve ever squeezed into.
I really need to stop thinking about Ashley and her little pink pussy before I pitch a tent. “As I said, I didn’t really know her that well and-”
“She was your student though.” The male cop who’s sporting a huge fucking boil on his nose pipes up again, interrupting me for the second time since they’ve been here.
“For a year, like I said.” I turn my attention back to Officer Mayfield and continue. “When I’m at work my sole purpose is to teach my students. I don’t engage on a personal level with them, and I never have.”
Yet in the space of a year, I’ve managed to fuck three.
You’re really following that rule there Nathan. Well done.
“Do you have any idea who killed her, Lieutenant Mayfield?” I look between the both of them. Hoping that I might get some kind of insight into what they know or… don’t know.
“There hasn’t been any evidence found as of yet, but we are still in the initial part of the investigation. Talking to friends, family members people who-“
“May have had a closer relationship with her than many would know.” Officer Jones interrupts, yet again. Clearly insinuating something was going on between Fran and I. Accurate.
“Officer Jones, do you have something to say? I feel like I might be under investigation here.”
“Should you be?” He counters. The man is feral for an arrest. “Where were you the night of Miss Lopez’s murder?”
“Lieutenant.” Officer Mayfield scolds.
“That’s none of your business,” I chuckle dryly. The door to my office opens and Ashley pokes her head through.
Just in time.
“Oh, I’m so sorry professor I didn’t know-”
“It’s no problem, Miss Porter, please come in. We were just finishing up.”
“So, I’ll ask again Professor Danvers. Where were you the night of Francesca Lopez’s murder”?
“That’s-”
“He was with me.” I snap my head and stare directly at Ashley. “I’m his TA.” She looks between the officers as she walks to stand by the desk. “There were a few things we needed to go over, and I was lucky enough to spend some time with him at his home while we went through all the paperwork necessary for the upcoming classes.”
Leaning back in my chair, I watch as Ashley beguiles both police officers with her perfect smile and believable alibi. She stands there, giving me an out like it means nothing.
Granted, I really didn’t have anything to do with the murder of Francesca, yet Ashley stands there in all her glory with a lie that almost makes me question as to whether I really was with her.
“So, as I’m sure you can understand, having a student at a teacher’s house out of hours isn’t really something the university would be happy with,” she looks down at her feet, her hands fidgeting in front of her. “Do you think we could keep this between us please? My stepfather would be furious.”
“Of course, Ashley.” Officer Mayfield stands up, placing a hand on her shoulder. They smile at each other before she turns to face me. Taking a card from her wallet she reaches over the desk, laying it down in front of me. “If you think of anything that could help the investigation, please let us know.”
“Of course,” I nod, resting my chin on my thumb as the other officer stands up, following her to the door. Ashley opens the door for them and smiles.
“Goodbye.” The lock clicks into place and she turns around, leaning back against the door with a very mischievous smile creeping up her face. She steps forward, taking a bow and I clap softly, pushing my chair back slightly with my feet.
“Impressive.”
“Well, I could hear that asshole pushing your buttons.” Lifting a shoulder in indifference, she walks behind the desk, standing between my legs as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I know you had nothing to do with that.” I slide my hands up her bare legs. The tight fitted checkered mini skirt she’s wearing does nothing for the imagination, but everything for her figure.
“I figured you might need some help. So, I used my initiative.” Moving her hands behind her, she rests her palms on my desk, hoisting herself on top. “To which I figured, you could now use yours.”
Spreading her legs wide, showing me the lack of fabric covering her perfect little pussy. My mouth waters as she looks down at me. I pull off her sandals, one by one, dropping them to the floor with a clunk.
“You did so good for me. Without me even having to ask.” Sucking in her bottom lip she softly bites down on the plump, pink flesh. “Place both feet on the edge of the desk for me.” Complying with what she’s told, I watch as her lips glisten with her arousal. Rolling my chair closer to her, she leans back on her elbows, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Eyes on me while I eat you out, love,” I breathe, watching her as I flick my tongue out against her clit, her breath hitching the moment I make contact with the throbbing nub.
Closing my eyes, I relish the taste of her against my tongue. “Fucking perfect.” Flattening my tongue against my lower lip, I move in closer and glide it from her entrance all the way back up to her clit with a flick. Her head falls back between her shoulder’s, and she moans with joy.
Never did I think that I’d have a young woman like this in my office again. I have this perfect nineteen-year-old spread out for me. Mine to do with as I wish. And the only thing she asks me for, is my cock.
“Oh my god.” Her breathing becomes erratic as I work my tongue up and down her tight slit. Swirling and sucking in all the right places to drive her insane. Using both my thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, I poke out my tongue and press it into her entrance. “Fuck,” she hums softly. Learning from her past mistakes. Now in clear understanding of when she can be loud and when she needs to be quiet.
“That’s my good girl,” I mumble against her, the smell of her soaking wet cunt driving me insane. The gentle and fruity scent of her coconut and vanilla body wash encouraging me to stay where I am and pushing all the blood into the correct spot. Pressing a single digit inside her, her hand smacks against her mouth and muffles the scream.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ashley, you taste so good.” I continue to eat her out while unzipping my jeans and removing my rock-hard cock, pumping it in my hands a few times before standing up and leaning over her. I capture her lips against mine. Forcing her to taste herself.
She grasps the back of my neck, groaning into my mouth the moment I begin to push the tip of my cock into her dripping wet hole.
“Remember what I said sweet girl. Quiet… as a mouse.” Nodding against my mouth, she circles her legs around my waist. Crossing them together at the ankles. I push forward, giving her every single inch at a torturously slow pace. “You’re so good at taking my cock, love,” I groan the moment I begin to thrust in and out. Every time I pull out, she sucks me right back in with a sound reverberating from her throat that makes me want to obliterate her.
This isn’t about that this time; this is about her. Every previous time we’ve had sex in this office, it’s been about me getting what I want, what I need, and she has gladly taken it every time.
Fuck, she drives me wild.
“Nathan,” she purrs, dropping her head back and I begin to kiss her throat. “I… can I?” Her chest rising and falling as she begins to tighten up around me. Her breathing erratic and the skin on her cheeks a pretty shade of pink
“Can you what, sweet girl? Tell me.”
“Please can I come?” She begs softly as my thrusting becomes faster, deeper. Pushing her to the edge of oblivion. I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her close to me as I rest my other palm on the desk beside hers.
“Eyes on me, my girl,” I request in a demanding yet delicate tone. Raising her head, Ashley presses her forehead to mine.
Her mouth rounded, breaths flustered and a small sheen of sweat coating her chest. “Come for me, Ashley.” My rough voice deepening to a growl as I impale myself inside her, getting more aggressive with each thrust.
Her chest stills as she stops breathing, reaching the peak of her orgasm. She falls over the edge into oblivion, cupping her mouth and crying out into her palm. I follow her and shoot warm cum deep inside her. Pulling out of her, I watch as it begins to seep out of her. Dropping to my knees, I suck what I can out of her and hold it in my mouth as I stand.
Having my own cum in my mouth is nothing to me. It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done. Pressing my thumb to her jaw, I hold it open as I dribble the contents into her mouth. “Swallow,” I smile. “Can’t have a single part of us wasted.” The moment I see her throat bob, I thrust back into her and chase the next high.