Twenty
He smiles and starts to finger fuck me good and hard. I don’t know where this fantasy came from, but I fucking love it. And God, do I ever love Brock. Well, at the moment…
“Dr. Rush,” I pant. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Then tell me to stop,” he rasps.
“I…I can’t.”
“Of course, you can’t,” he smirks. “Such a sweet little slut to offer your body for grades.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Work for it, Miss Smith,” he says. “Ride my fingers until you come. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
His dirty words make my pussy flutter and I do what he wants. I ride his fingers and find my release in record time. But I keep moving until I’m on the verge of collapse. When Brock pulls his fingers free, he stands and offers them to me.
“Clean me up, Miss Smith.”
I keep my eyes on his as I lick my desire off his fingers and hand. When I’m finished, his smile darkens.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Now sit on my desk so I can have my own tasting of your pussy.”
I lift up the hem of my dress and settle on the edge of his desk. He smiles as he sits back in his chair.
“Spread those legs for me, Miss Smith,” he demands. “Let me see your sweet little pussy.”
I do what he wants and wait. My body still thrumming from my orgasm. He scoots closer and I lean back, resting my palms behind me. Then he keeps up with the fantasy, and I do my best to make it as dirty as possible.
“How many other professors have you offered your body to, Miss Smith?”
“Three.”
He arches an eyebrow at this.
“Did they all get a taste of you, too?”
“I just let them fuck me,” I say flatly. “As soon as I bent over their desks and offered my pussy, I let them fuck me until they were finished.”
“I see,” he chuckles. “None of them demanded more? Like me?”
“I didn’t offer them anything ,” I say with a smirk. “Because none of them are as hot as you are.”
“Ah, a slut with taste,” I chuckle. “Are you still letting those professors fuck you?”
“If necessary,” I shrug.
“Are any of them married?” I ask.
“All of them,” I smile.
“So, they’re going to keep quiet just as you are.”
She nods.
“They stay married, and you keep your clueless boyfriend.”
“And get passing grades,” I remind him.
“You haven’t earned that yet, Miss Smith,” he says darkly. “I haven’t even tasted you.”
“I know,” I say timidly.
“Are you going to tell me to stop?”
“No,” I breathe.
“Good girl,” he chuckles. “Let’s see what you have to offer.”
Without any preamble, he leans forward and tongues my clit. My body jolts in response, but he slaps his hands on my thighs to still me. As always, because he knows my body so well, his careful attention to me has me on the edge in less than a minute. And he knows it. When my thighs are quivering underneath his palms, he slides his tongue down into my hole and fucks me. I sigh.
“Oh, God, Dr. Rush,” I breathe. “That feels so fucking good.”
He chuckles. Then sends me flying with one touch of his thumb to my clit. A small sob leaves me as he takes what I give. I’m gasping for breath when he sits back and retrieves a condom to cover himself. Then his eyes lock with mine before he makes his final demand.
“Fuck me, Miss Smith,” he growls. “Be a good little slut and ride my cock. Earn what you came here for.”
Slightly uncoordinated, I slide off his desk and straddle his cock. Then I grip the back of his chair as I take him into me. His eyes darken and I set myself into motion. With a sexy grin, he pushes my bra up over my tits and palms them.
“I might as well take it all, don’t you think Miss Smith?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Suck my tits, Dr. Rush. Bite them if you want.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
He leans forward and does what I love. With each hard suck and teasing bite, I climb closer and closer to another release. As I’m hovering on the edge, he sits back and demands my eyes. When I look down, he tugs hard on both of my nipples. And I come for him. My vision blurs and I try to keep moving, but the pleasure is damn near debilitating. As he explodes inside me, he grabs my hips and holds me down on him. The feel of his cock pulsing inside me keeps me flying a little longer. With a gasp, I collapse forward, my head falling onto his shoulder.
“Oh, my God, Brock,” I breathe.
“Yeah,” he rasps as he pulls me closer. “That was incredible.”
“I foresee some more role playing in our future,” I giggle.
“Absolutely,” he sighs.
“Maybe I could buy some costumes?”
He chuckles at this as I pull back and run my hand over his cheek.
“A naughty nurse?” he asks.
“Or a naughty maid,” I smile.
“What about a hot cop?”
“Okay,” I laugh. “I suppose we’ll have to do some research this weekend.”
“Sounds good to me.”
With that, he kisses me again. But it doesn’t last long as we’re interrupted by some fast knocking on his door. Then one of his students shouts out that the twenty finalists have been named in the songwriting competition.
“Just a minute!” he calls out.
With that, we get dressed in record time and he discards his condom and stashes my panties while I walk over and open his door. The three students who visited him last Friday rush in with bright smiles on their faces. One of them was selected as a finalist. Then he drops a bomb on us.
“And you were on the list, too, Dr. Rush,” he says.