Professor Duncan’s POV
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were my favorite days of the week. They were the days I got to see her, even if I avoided getting caught in her longing stares. Ever since the incident in my office she dressed differently. All buttoned up and proper, like she wasn’t just some little slut who seduced her college professor.
The only problem was that she wasn’t just some slut. She was a young girl with wants and needs and somehow she chose me to fulfill those desires. Knowing I was her first and only was beginning to weigh on me. I wanted so much more than I was able to take.
It had been two agonizing weeks since we fucked in my office. Two weeks of evading her because I was nothing more than a coward, hiding from my own bad decisions. I led her into my office. I locked the door and drew the curtains closed. I did it all because I knew I couldn’t go another day of having to lecture while she was touching herself under her desk. Fuck, she made me feel so weak.
It was Friday and the end of the day was on the horizon. It killed me, dodging her looks and questions like I was, but I had no other choice. I knew if her eyes met mine again I’d do something I’d regret. Not that I regretted her, fuck no, I loved every goddamn minute I’d spent with her. But I was married! Thankfully my wife hadn’t noticed a thing. And the absolute last thing I needed was for her to find out about Jessica.
“Professor Duncan?” She called out my name and I could feel the heat fill my cheeks. Act normal. She’s just another student.
“Yes, Jessica?”
I watched her lips and the way she licked them before biting down on her bottom lip roughly. “Never mind.” She blushed and sat back in her chair, poking her tongue into her cheek. Was she hinting at blowing me? I swear I was starting to lose it.
As soon as I released the class I packed up my briefcase and practically ran out the door, headed home to my loving wife who didn’t cheat on me. Fuck, I was so messed up. It was a typical Friday night for us. We ate in, watched a movie, and Sally was fast asleep in her armchair by nine. But me? I was wide awake.
I opened Facebook on my phone and typed Jessica’s name into the search bar. Surprisingly her profile wasn’t set to private. Scrolling through her photos I began to think about her body. The curve of her hips and the shape of her naked cunt. She had photos in bikinis with her hard nipples poking through her top. In my lap my cock began to twitch.
I exited Facebook and logged into the university website where I located the class roster. It included every student’s contact card. Memorizing her number I typed it into my contacts and named her JR, because she reminded me so much of Jessica Rabbit. From her vivacious curves down to the color of her hair. With shaky thumbs I texted her a message.
Professor Duncan: I need you.
Three dots appeared and vanished, then appeared again.
Jessica: Who is this?
I almost laughed. She wasn’t fooling me. She had to know.
Professor Duncan: You already know who.
Jessica: How’d you get my number? What do you want?
Professor Duncan: Class roster. And I want you. Under me, on top of me, how ever you fucking want me. I just need to have you one more time. Please.
Jessica: I thought this was a one time deal?
Professor Duncan: You know you want me too.
Jessica: …
Jessica: When and where, professor?
A video accompanied the message of her fingers massaging and playing with her tits. I glanced over at Sally who was passed out with Harold, the cat, purring in her lap. Quickly I snapped a picture of my thick, erect cock standing tall, saluting Jessica and sent it over to her.
Professor Duncan: Meet me outside your dorm in twenty minutes. I drive a gray Bronco.
As soon as the text was sent I was up and out of my chair, sneaking around the house and changing out of my boxers into a pair of loose basketball shorts. When she messaged back a simple smiley face I sighed triumphantly.
Cautiously, I snuck out the front door, careful not to wake Sally as I drove the twenty minutes into the city to the university. My heart was racing, adrenaline surging through my veins. I could lose my job over this. I could lose my wife. Yet here I was, making my way downtown for some young, gorgeous eighteen year old pussy. Nothing could stop me now.
When I pulled up to the curb where she was standing I came to an abrupt halt. “Hurry and close the door.” I whispered as she stumbled inside. We couldn’t risk getting noticed. As soon as she was buckled in I drove off, unsure of where to go from here.
“So how’ve you been Mr. D?” Jessica asked with her hand resting on my thigh. “Have you missed me?”
I groaned when I felt her massage my upper thigh delicately. “You have no idea.”
“What do you miss the most?” She removed my right hand from the steering wheel and placed it between her thighs. “Do you miss my pussy…” She trailed my hand up her torso until it was cupping her magnificent breasts through her t-shirt. “Or do you miss these? You never even got to touch them last time, did you?”
My mouth was watering as my dick hardened at the feeling of her perky nipples beneath my touch. “No I didn’t.” I grumbled. We were finally together again but with nowhere to go. I considered a hotel, but I didn’t want to chance Sally seeing the bill. Fuck, I was in so deep over my head.
I drove us to the outskirts of the city and parked along with the river walk. We weren’t the only car there, so I felt less inconspicuous that way. Thankful for my blacked out tints I finally took a good look at her for the first time since I picked her up. At some point she’d taken off her shirt and tossed it on the dash. Fuck, she was so pretty. With auburn hair that stopped just short of her breasts, and tits that looked like they’d fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. I leaned back in my seat and admired the view as she slowly shimmied her hips out of her yoga pants. Mmmm, no panties, just the way I liked her.
“I knew you’d come back for more.” She whispered, leaning over the center console with her head in my lap. Beneath my shorts my cock throbbed for her.
“How’d you know?”
She shrugged. “Just a feeling I guess.” Lowering the waistband of my shorts, she pulled out my cock and spit on the tip, sending a wave of anticipation throughout my body. When her small hands wrapped around me I sighed.
“I noticed you’ve been avoiding me.” Her voice was soft, almost sad.
Here we go. “What do you expect me to do? Fuck you on my desk in front of the whole class? I’m married, Jessica. And you’re my student. I have to treat you like one.”
She licked the tip of my dick like a kitten. Soft and quick with the strokes of her tongue. “That doesn’t mean you have to ignore me. For fuck’s sake, I did give you my virginity.”
I ran my right hand along the arch of her spine while she teased me. “Why is that, by the way? You could easily have anyone your age, so why me?” When I reached the curve of her ass I grabbed her and spanked her gently.
“Mmmm because you’re hot.” Her hand moved up to pinch my cheek. “And I love this scruffy little beard of yours. I have a thing for unattainable men, I think. I don’t know. My dad wasn’t around much.” She was beginning to babble. I think I was making her nervous. And of course she had daddy issues. I could’ve guessed it but didn’t want to be right, she seemed like such a sweet girl.
“So you decided fucking your married professor was the way to go?”
“Sounds about right, you’re as unattainable as they come.” She wet her lips and wrapped them around the head of my cock, her tongue licking the underside lightly. Goosebumps crept up my arms as she slowly took me into her mouth.
“Fucckkkk yessss.” I moaned, grabbing her thick ass with my palm while she took me all the way in. I could feel the back of her throat relax around me while her hand started to stroke the parts of me she couldn’t reach. “Such a good girl.” I whispered in her ear. That seemed to light a fire in her, as she deliberately picked up the pace, sucking me off with more enthusiasm than before. “Mmm yeah you like being called a good girl?”
She nodded, popping off my cock. Spit was dripping from her bottom lip but she wiped it away. She climbed over the center console and straddled my hips. “Hold on. I brought condoms this time.”
Jessica smiled at me and waved my hand away. “I’m on the pill, Mr. D.”
Whew! As if that wasn’t something that had been on my mind since last time. She never mentioned anything before, just let me cum inside her without warning.
She hovered over my lap, pulsing over me as she dipped the tip of my dick into her creamy little cunt. Fuck, I’ll never get over how she feels. So fucking tight as her body swallowed my cock. In front of my face her tits swayed. Needing a taste I latched onto her with my teeth lightly, relishing in the sensation of her nipple getting hard on my tongue. She cried out for me while rolling her hips against mine in temporary waves of ecstasy.
“God you feel so fucking good.” She moaned, bouncing in my lap like it wasn’t her first time riding cock. I gripped her hips firmly, easily sliding her up and down my shaft, her beautiful breasts bouncing blissfully in front of my eyes. Between us I reached for her clit and began to rub it. “Oh my godd yessss.” She purred, rocking her hips against mine faster and harder than before, taking my cock so fucking deep into her tight little pussy. When I started to feel her tense around me I knew she was getting close.
“Ohhh yeahh. Gonna come all over this cock like a good little girl for me?”
“Fuckk yessssss.” She groaned, throwing her head back, her vibrant hair cascading over her shoulder in beautiful waves. I felt her squeeze as she came, dripping all over me and arching her spine as she pushed her tits out, so lovely and fuckable. “Fuck, that was wonderful.” She breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She fell into a heap on my chest, her body spent except I wasn’t done with her yet. “If I move my seat all the way back can you fit on your knees?” She looked at me perplexed as I started to move my seat. “I want to fuck your tits until I cum.”
“Yes sir.” She whispered, her voice like a feather. The added sir made my cock ache for her. Carefully she maneuvered her petite, albeit curvy body down below the steering wheel. “Should I spit first?” She asked and I nodded, watching as she lubed up her breasts for me. “So like this?” Holy shit she could fit them all the way around me. My cock felt so snug between her tits.
“Mmmm yeahh. Just a little bit faster.” I begged, placing my hands on hers and guiding her up and down over my shaft faster while squeezing her boobs around me tighter. A few more strokes and I was about ready to implode. “Where can I come?”
She gazed up at me with a small smile on her lips. “Let me taste you.” She hummed, wrapping her hands and lips around my dick, pumping and sucking until I was coming down the back of her throat. My arms and legs were shaking, she made me cum so fucking hard. Carefully, she crawled out from under the steering wheel and back into her seat. “I could go for some ice cream right about now.” She said as she took her time getting dressed.
“Nowhere is open this late.”
“Wendy’s is.”
I put the car in reverse and headed toward the nearest Wendy’s. Once she was fully satisfied and done with her frosty I returned her to her dorm. “Thanks for a fun night, Mr. D.” She had one hand on the door handle, the other in my hand. Before I knew what I was doing I was pulling her toward me, over the center console, kissing her in a way I’d never kissed my wife. Because kissing my wife didn’t feel nearly as good as kissing Jessica did. I could feel her kiss all way down in the tips of my toes it was so good.
“Good night.” I said to her, smiling against her lips. As soon as she exited the car the haze wore off.
I was so fucked.
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