31. Professor #2
Cortina already has the suggested toy cleaner and a few lube options for us. We go with something straightforward and simple. Cortina upsells us on a lubrication launcher. Damn this lady is good.
I take my credit card out to pay, and Kate refuses, paying for the items.
We leave the shop and are standing in the parking lot.
“My house?” she asks.
“If that works for you?”
She places a hand on my chest. “You’re really sure this is what you want?”
“Kate, I didn’t give myself an enema and eat straight up fiber for the last twenty-four hours for nothing.”
“What if I wasn’t free?” she says, her eyes wide with my preparation.
“I didn’t really think of that as a possibility,” I say with a shrug, and she bites her lip, grabbing my shirt and bringing me down for a kiss.
Someone honks a horn and we break away.
“Alright, I’ll meet you at my house,” she says, and I can’t tell which one of us is more nervous, but we part ways.
When I get into my car, I put on the playlist that always gets my heart pumping as I make my way to Kate’s house.
We’re really doing this.
I’m not sure what I expected? Maybe Kate opening the door with nothing on but the strap-on and telling me to bend over the couch. But instead she’s thoroughly sanitized the toy and has a video on about anal prep.
“I’ve watched plenty of porn. But watching porn and doing it are two different things. I want to make sure it’s good for you,” she says from the bathroom, where I can hear the lecturer talking about lube and technique.
Meanwhile, I’m completely naked on her bed, hard and eager.
Waiting just makes it that much better, though. I don’t touch myself, just stare down at my hard cock, trying to let it know that good things come to those who wait.
When Kate walks out of the bathroom, my breath hitches.
She’s wearing the harness. It’s a stark contrast to her smooth pale skin, the small black toy curving slightly upward.
She’s wearing a bra that’s slightly see-through, giving me a glimpse at her hard, perky nipples.
She has her dark hair up in a messy ponytail, her glasses still on, and I’m not sure she’s ever looked hotter.
I swallow thickly and she smiles. “I think…I think maybe I like the idea of you being on your back,” she says, and I nod eagerly.
Not only are we going to do this, but I’m going to get to watch every second of it.
She crawls up the bed, the hard press of the silicone hitting my thigh as she cups my cheek and kisses me.
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my fucking chest and my cock is pouring pre-cum in anticipation.
She doesn’t stop kissing me as her hand grips my shaft, her thumb sliding around the mess on the tip and I pant into her mouth.
“You might just get that A after all, Mr. Carlson.”
I smile into the kiss, loving that we’re picking up right where we left off.
“I told you I’d do anything.”
“Your dedication doesn’t go unnoticed. Look how hard you are for me. You want to be mine in every way, don’t you?” she whispers in my ear, making my flesh pebble and my ass tighten.
“Yeah, I want that,” I reply, knowing that I mean it in every sense, not just what she’s going to do with me.
She leans over me to pump the lube into her hand from the nightstand. I can’t help myself when I suck on her breast through the material of her bra. Her breath hitches, but she pulls away, holding my gaze as she shifts her hands under my balls and begins circling my hole with her fingers.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
The sensation is new as she touches me and watches every single expression on my face.
“Okay?” she checks in and I nod, spreading my legs wider.
She keeps just toying with me, my cock weeping and my ass begging for her to do more, and she enjoys it. Her nipples are hard and I notice the way she’s tilting her hips, shifting the toy that’s inside of her against her g-spot.
I just know when she’s fucking me the pressure is going to be more. It’s going to feel good for both of us.
“You want more, don’t you?” she asks.
“Please,” I’m nearly begging as I hold on to her thigh with one hand and fisting the sheets with another.
Her finger slides into me and I lick my lips as she keeps eye contact with me, making sure that everything she does is good for me.
I’d been thinking about this since the first night she touched me like this, how much I wanted more, and knowing that she’s going to give it to me is nearly about to send me over the edge.
“You can take more can’t you, baby?”
“Yeah, anything for you,” I tell her and I mean it.
“Another finger?” she asks, and I nod eagerly, before the pressure increases and she has two fingers scissoring inside of me.
“Touch yourself. Slow.”
I do as she says, stroking my cock while she fingers my asshole.
“You’re always so good for me Ben. You like pleasing me? You like having me fuck you?”
“So much. Wh-whatever you want it’s yours,” I promise her as she continues fingering me and I hold the base of my cock, knowing that edging myself is going to be worth the wait.
She grabs my hand that was barely stroking myself, and moves it to grip my balls as she grabs the lube again. Dripping some along the top of the dildo as well as my ass, sliding her fingers in and out.
“I know you need more, you want me to fuck you so bad,” she says, slipping her fingers out of me and teasing my hole with the end of the toy. “You’re gonna take it so good for me and let me know if anything doesn’t feel right.”
“Yes, Kate,” I swear.
Her hand strokes the dildo, covering it with a sticky sheen, before adjusting her body.
Fuck, she’s so much smaller than me as she kneels between my legs. My thigh is nearly the size of her waist, as she fists the toy at the base, her brows furrow and she glances to the side of me.
She wipes her hand on her stomach, the tackiness of the lube shining against her skin as she grabs a large pillow.
“Lift up,” she tells me and I do immediately as she slides the pillow under my hips, giving her a better angle. “Much better,” she says, pressing the toy against my hole.
Her olive green nails slightly dig into the skin of my thigh.
“Relax, baby, I got you,” she says. “You’re going to take me so well and you’re going to love it.”
I take a deep breath, my hand tightening on my balls as she presses in. I groan loudly as she thrusts slowly.
The toy isn’t big, maybe comparable to three fingers, but holy fuck, does it feel good.
She makes a soft little moan as she presses further into me.
“Look at you, Ben. Fuck, that’s such a good boy.”
I squeeze my balls tighter so I don’t come and I watch this small woman I’m obsessed with fuck me.