You look out the window as the plane takes off, leaving home and your fiance behind. In a few hours you’ll be where I am, at the conference on the west coast. You first really big conference. Your first time giving a panel paper before such an influential crowd. And your first weekend away with me.
Of course, there will be the panels, the networking, the papers, the debate, but that’s not what’s on your mind the most as the plane gains altitude and the pilot goes through the usual announcements. No. What’s on your mind most is me, my strong arms, my soft lips, my tight ass, my cock. It’s been that way most of the semester now, since the second week of the graduate seminar, when things between us really took off. You look around as the nervousness builds. Across the aisle is a lovely blonde. Statuesque, with shapely legs. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, framing a face that’s not quite delicate. She makes eye contact and smiles. You can’t help but smile as you notice how blue her eyes are . . . Then the announcements come. You half listen, and then you close your eyes and revisit those early weeks.
You’re waiting at my office, wearing the same thing you’d been wearing at the reception where we met. It was after I came back from my research trip, while you were chatting with your advisor. I saw the looks you were giving him, and i could see him glancing down at your legs when he thought you wouldn’t notice. I walked up and said hello to him, and he introduced us. You hadn’t expected me to look so young. My colleagues were all in their fifties or sixties, but I was only forty, and looked younger. It must have been the earrings and the stylish clothes. You gulped down some of your wine and muttered an awkward hello, a handshake. I smiled, and my eyes darted down your body involuntarily.
How could they not? There you were, with your brown hair parted in the middle and pulled behind your ears, dangling straight down over your shoulders. Your olive skin glowed, and your brown eyes sparkled. A shy grin. Your neckline plunged, revealing a bit too much cleavage for a departmental reception, and your too-short skirt framed rather than conceal your sculpted legs. My heart started racing as you talked wit your advisor. Something about your thesis. Slowly I recovered from the shock of meeting you, and managed to tune into what you were saying. My brain clicked in. No, you weren’t just the departmental looker. You had things to say, interesting things. I listened attentively, although never quite getting your lovely legs out of my mind …
“William, Jonathon, time to take our speaker out to dinner,” the department chair said as he butted in. “I see you’ve met Joanna, one of our new graduate students,” he said to me. “She’s been wowing the rest of us while you’ve been away on that sabbatical of yours.”
“Well, I have no doubt,” I answered, and then turning to look directly into your eyes, “She seems impressive on many levels.” A quick glance at your legs, too quick for the others to notice, and a good-bye.
You stood there with your heart pounding. You’d always felt some sexual tension with your advisor, but nothing like what just happened with me. We had clicked. We had flirted. And your pussy was wet. On the way home, you hiked up your skirt to caress your pussy lips through your moist black cotton panties, and when you got home, you jumped your boyfriend and fucked him hard. His cock tore into you as you rode him, panting, moaning, thinking of me. At the memory of my voice, you came.
The next semester you were sure to sign up for my seminar, and to always sit close to me. You chose what you wore quite carefully the days of my class. Always something a bit revealing, verging on inappropriate. Always something that showed some cleavage, and that put your legs on display. And you prepared intensely for each class meeting, reading long and hard to make sure you had good things to say.
I was captivated with you from the start. Here was this sexy brunette in her second semester of graduate school, holding her own against the more advanced students. And I loved the way you would smile when I came in the room, the way you always made eye contact with every remark. I worked harder too, wanting to be your most brilliant, most erudite, most challenging professor. I hardly thought about the others as I read more than I would have otherwise, as I pushed my ideas farther. I loved it when you and I debated, as if the others were not there. We would continue our conversations in the hall, then in my office. We started to IM, and let our IM conversations drift to more personal topics. How I loved it when I saw your screenname pop up late at night, when my wife was asleep and I was up working. How you’d love it when you heard the chime of an IM from me, telling you it was time to put your books aside and chat with me. Discuss ideas. Flirt.
I loved having you in my office, where I could let slip inappropriate remarks, and sit a little closer than I should, to test the waters.
“Wonderful work today, Joanna. I’m really impressed with how your thinking about the rhetoric of desire is helping us unlock this play. Your remarks today taught me a lot,” I told you, sitting close. Then I gulped quickly and added, “And those bright brown eyes of yours really lit up my day.”
You smile, and pause, as your heart skips a beat. “Well, I think they always sparkle a bit brighter in that class,” you add. Our eyes linger on each other, and we smile, then you get up. An awkward goodbye, you lean over to get your bag, and you head out the door.
“Will you be at the departmental party this weekend? We’re celebrating the publication of Jonathon’s new book, you know,” I blurt out.
Your heart is racing, but you manage to mutter out, “Of course I’ll be there. Wouldn’t want to neglect Jonathon … Or miss seeing you.”
You walk out the door, and I can’t help but collapse into my chair, and feel my cock, semi-hard, through my clothes. You walk down the hall, your heart pounding and your panties moist. Straight to the restroom, the one no one uses much on the fourth floor. There you slip into stall, drop on the seat and immediately hike up your skirt. You can’t help but rub your pussy lips through the lace of your black panties as you go through the afternoon. No, we weren’t debating today, we were fucking. Brain-fucking. Our ideas moved in and out of each other like sweaty bodies. They met and kissed, but sometimes wrestled. In the end we’d brought our approaches together in an act of mutual penetration that had left your pussy wet and your panties moist. When I’d flirted with you at the end, so boldly, you knew you’d have to get off as soon as our meeting ended. And there you were, masturbating as quietly as you could. Your panties pulled aside now, your fingers exploring the depths of your cunt.
Little did you know I had locked the door to my office, and closed the blind. I had put a condom on. I always had them at the ready, so I could get off in my office without making a mess. Our time together that afternoon had left me so fucking horny, so hot for you. I couldn’t believe the words that had escaped my mouth at the end of our meeting, but I knew they had been inevitable. Every word I’d said to you that day – no, for many days now – had been a dart that I had thrown at you, hoping it would penetrate you and fuck you. As I pictured you in your short skirt and your tight sweater, my cock quickly hardened the rest of the way. I mumbled your name as I remembered the glimpse of your black lacy panties that I’d gotten as you’d bent over to get your bag. How I’d wanted to lick you through them, to find out if they were wet.
I could feel my orgasm growing within me. You could feel the tension taking over your body. I stroked harder, squeezing tightly, imagining your cunt wrapped around it. You fingered yourself more deeply, imagining me penetrating you. I so wanted to feel your wet panties sliding against my thick cock as I fucked you from behind. I so wanted to send you home to your boyfriend with my jizz leaking out of your pussy. You so wanted me to bend you over that desk and fuck you like a whore. You so wanted to feel my cock erupting inside you. There, I could feel it. My cum welling up, the point of no return. There it was, the edge of orgasm, and you about to fall over it. Once, twice, again, and again, my cock squirts into the condom as I grip the edge of the desk and bite my lip. You feel your juices squirt into your panties as you let an audible moan escape. Panting now, in my office. Panting, now, in the restroom.
I run into you in the hall on the way to the restroom myself. I hope my face doesn’t look red, or my clothes dishevelled. You smooth your skirt down, and become very conscious of how your wet panties are now clinging to your mound.We exchange pleasantries. Do you smell a bit of sex? No, it can’t be . . . But it’s enough to start getting me hard again. I feel my cock shift, the condom still on, but full of my cum now. You wonder if that was a bulge you’d seen in my pants . . . No, it couldn’t have been. You hope I don’t notice the aroma exuding from between your legs. I put my fingertips on your upper arm, and lean in for a quick kiss on the cheek, the kind that Latins like me always give their friends. Then I pull away, wondering if that was too much, but you smile at me. We walk off. I can’t resist turning around to get one last glimpse of your sweet little ass swaying in that skirt. You turn around as well, catch my eyes, blush, and grin.
Now, you are at my office for one of our meetings before the seminar. It was early, and you’d seen your boyfriend off with a kiss that morning, then hurried back upstairs to change into something a bit sluttier. You knew I liked you that way, ready to be my whore. It had been a couple of weeks now since we’d first fucked in my car outside the library. You still remember how hard I came down your throat that night. In fact, you thought about it all the time. You thought about how I had fucked your face and fingered your cunt. You thought about how I’d taken your cunt the next day. You thought about how you’d given me your virgin ass. God, the guilt you’d felt when you came home that night, saying that you’d been at the library, all the while feeling my cum leak out of your well-stretched asshole into your panties. But you’d come back to me nonetheless because you had no choice. Since you were a young girl you’d dreamed of this, of an older man, a teacher, using you like a whore. And now you were my whore to use as I liked.
I open the door and let you in, wordlessly. Quickly, I check to see who’s around, and I shut and lock it. You’ve strolled across the room and rested your sweet ass against the desk, smiling at me. I smile back, and you know I’m fighting to keep from charging you, pushing you back onto the desk, ripping your panties off and fucking you quick and hard. You know I crave you, as you crave me. And I know how we both love that craving.
“God, Joanna, you look as hot as always,” I mutter, my cock visibly bulging in my trousers. I stroll towards you, and caress your cheek and neck. “Want to show me what panties you wore for me today?”
You grin cheekily, knowing I would ask that, knowing how much I love to see you in lingerie, to fuck you while you’re wearing it. You pull up your skirt, exposing yourself in a pink lacy bikini cuts. So girly and frilly. I touch your pussy through them, feelig how wet you already are for me.
“They’re perfect, baby, perfect for fucking you,” I whisper, as I bring my lips to yours. We kiss softly as I play with your cunt through the panties, searching out your hardening clit. You reach down and feel my hard dick through my clothes, that dick that you’ve gotten to know so well in the weeks that we’ve been fucking. You undo my pants and let them drop, along with my boxers, then you go down on your knees.
My cock is rock hard, the way only you can get it. It’s leaking precum already, and you lick it up greedily before you start to kiss my head and lick my shaft. Your other hand wanders between your legs, eager to find yoru wetness.
“Yes, baby, play with that sweet cunt,” I tell you. You know how much I love watching you masturbate as I face-fuck you. You slip your hand inside the panties and slide yoru fingers along your wet slit as you start to take my length into your mouth. Your clit feels hard between your fingers, and you start to rub it. You moan a bit, but muffle yourself with my cock. Working it now, taking the length.
“Slip your fingers into your cunt, my whore. Fuck yourself for me,” I command, and you obey. Two fingers at first, even though you’re a bit too to tight for that. I grab your hair and thrust my cock into your mouth and throat as you slide them in deep, deeper with every thrust. You know I’m going to fuck you until we cum. You know I never let you to go my seminar without cumming inside you first, and getting you to soak your panties for me. We build slowly, struggling to be quiet as we hear voices in the hall. I clutch your hair and thrust. YOu feel your tension build, and then release. A gush of cream squirting into your hand, and into your panties. My cock erupting in your mouth. Streams of cum shooting inside you, down your throat.
You stand and wrap your arms around me, so we can suppress our panting with our lips, and so we can share my cum. We always do, whenever we can. We feed each other our juices, pass them to each other’s mouths. You bring your fingers to our faces, so we can feast on your cunt cream. I never teach my class without cumming inside you first, or without swallowing your cream. The nectar of our lust. How could we ever slack our thirst for it?
As you start to put yourself together, I tell you to wait. “I have a surprise for you today, Joanna. Take your panties off for me.”
You grin, wondering what kinky designs I have for us, and hand me the panties, soaked in pussy juice. I pull you close to me so that we can lick them and taste them together. Before me, you’d never sucked on your panties. Now you can’t imagine going without. Am i going to keep them in my drawer? Take them home? Yes, in a way. I pull away from you slightly and slide them on. They’re tight, and they feel so good because of it. You step back to take me in. A grown man, an older man, a professor at a prestigious university, your professor, wearing your pink, lacy girly panties, soaked in your cum. My semi-hard cock is encased in the lace. You know if I were to get hard, it would just pop right on out.
“On your knees, my slut,” I command, and you obey. I approach you, offering my cock to you in the lacey panties that you’ve just taken off. You feel the draft move across your wet, naked cunt, and bring your fingertips to me. You can see my cock through the lace front panel, and you run your fingertips along the shaft. The panties are so wet, they cling to me. I watch you mesmerized, seeing how eager you are to take my cock out and suck me. I know your pussy lips are swelling and your clit is hardening . . . You bring your mouth to me and kiss my cock through the panties, all the while caressing my balls through the lace. They’re big and heavy with cum for you. Your mouth traces the line of my shaft, kissing lightly. Your breath penetrates the lace, teasing my swollen head. I grasp your long brown hair and pull your face away, turning you to look up at me.
Gazing into your eyes I ask you, “You dare me to teach with these on?” I know what the answer will be.
“God that would be so hot!” you gasp, clutching my cock and balls through the lace.
“I have something for you to wear as well, then,” I add. I help you up and I lead you to my reading chair, and have you bend over. Soon, I’m peeling your ass cheeks apart, licking my way down your crack to your puckered hole. It always gets you so hot when I do this, knowing that I’m taking you in such a slutty yet intimate way, in a way that no one else has had you. My tongue circles your asshole, then penetrates it, as my fingers caress your pussy again. You feel the wetness growing, your lust mounting. And then you feel something else. Not my finger.
“Oh my god,” you think, “it’s a plug. He’s going to make me wear a buttplug to class!” You push back, enraptured by the dirtiness of it all, eager to be the slut I want you to be. It slides in, and you feel your asshole clench around the base. I pull you up by your hair.
My cock is rock hard again, peeking out of your panties. You’re in front of me, with no panties, a wet cunt and a plug inside you. I dress, and put my jacket on to hide my erection, and say to you, “Time for class.”
You try to catch your breath as you walk to the seminar room. You linger along the way. We never arrive together, and this time you want to let me arrive first. You watch me walk down the hall, knowing that your lacy panties are hugging my ass, that the soaked gusset is pressing my balls against me. In a bit, you head that way yourself, the plug firmly lodged in your ass and your pussy juices leaking out of your cunt.
The class is a whirl. The discussion moves along, and you manage to participate, all the while aware of the puddle forming between your legs. Every time you shift in the seat you feel the buttplug wiggle inside you, sending shockwaves to your cunt.
“Joanna,” I say to you, in my professor voice, “tell us about fetishism and its pertinence to this scene.”
You gulp and compose yourself, “Fetishism is the projection onto an inanimate object of qualities usually associated with a person, a god, or some such entity. Here, the main character, receives an item of his beloved’s clothing from the go-between, and idolizes it.”
“He idolizes it? Why, precisely?” I watch you intently. You look so damn smart in those glasses, with your brown hair hanging alongside your face. My cock has been partially hard since the office. Your little lacey panties barely contain it. Now I feel it grow and thicken. As it shifts positions, it rubs against the lace, and I feel my breath quicken slightly.
“It’s an intimate object, something that’s been in constant contact with her body, her hips, her thighs. For him, it not only represents her, it makes her present. It is her, in a sense. That’s why he fondles it and praises it. And goes to bed with it.” The last words come out a bit too breathily, and the others look over quizically. I take advantage of their distraction to drop my hand into my lap. You can tell I’m caressing your panties, and my cock, through my pants. Briefly, but indubitably.
“Excellent, Joanna,” I smile, my cock nice and hard now. I become acutely aware of the dampness of your panties against my balls. I move the conversation on.
After a while, I address you again. “Joanna, we haven’t heard from you in a while. Perhaps you could enlighten us about the discourse of sodomy in this episode.”
You collect yourself to speak. You’ve only been halfway listening, distracted as you are by the sensations in your ass and cunt, and the image of me in your panties. You gather your mind around the question, and grin slightly. As you answer, you shift in your seat a bit, feeling the buttplug wiggle. I recognize what you’re doing, and know you’re fucking yourself for me as you answer my question.
“It’s not entirely clear, but the young servant, may very well be the receptive partner in a homosexual relationship. A bottom, as we would say today,” you say.
“A bottom indeed. Yes, everyone, the early modern period was well acquainted with anal sex. It was condemned, reviled, but all the condemnations only tell us that people were doing it. Were they enjoying it? Well, I suppose if they weren’t, there would have been no need to condemn it.” Everyone laughs at my quip. You grin and wiggle in your seat as I watch out of the corner of my eye.
Eternity passes, and the class finally ends. You linger after the others have left, as I shuffle through papers and look at my books. I don’t even seem to know you’re there. Then I look at the door, as if noticing for the first time that everyone was gone, and I get up to close the door and lock it. I look at you, acknowledging your presence for the first time since the class ended, and I step out of my pants. My cock is rock hard, popping out of your panties, and I walk over to you. You don’t hesitate for a moment. A few weeks ago you would have. You would have been afraid of being caught. You would have tensed up at doing something like this in the department. But no longer. Now you’re my willing slut, and only care about having me inside you.
You bring your face to me again and kiss and caress me through the panties for a moment. You want to rip them off and fuck me, but you hold back, knowing that it will only make it more intense if you do. Slowly, softly, you pull the panties down a bit, letting my hard cock pop out. They cling around my balls, encasing them in lace. You wrap your hand around my shaft and your lips around my head, sucking and kissing. The other hand wanders down, hiking up your skirt, to your hard throbbing cunt. I muffle your moans as you start to rub yourself. You grind into your hand, riding the plug all the while, fucking yourself with it.
“That’s it, my sweet whore, fuck us to the edge, but don’t let us cum,” I whisper, fucking your face now, stuffing my cock into your mouth. Then I pull out and look down at you, your eyes pools of lust.
“Get up and bend over the table,” I command. And you obey, as you always do, as you know you must. You bend over the table at the same spot where you just had your books, where you always sit for class. I stand behind you, caressing your legs and ass.
SLAP, SLAP You feel your ass cheeks burn as I spank you.
“That’s for coming to class with no panties on,” I mumble. You grin, and press your cunt into my hand, eager for me to feel your wetness. I rub your lips and let a finger slide into your slit, caressing your hard clit.
SLAP, SLAP.
“That’s for sitting through my class with a wet pussy,” I scold you again, mockingly. You moan appreciatively as i start to rub your clit between my fingers. Your cunt is dripping, and you so need to have it filled.
I bring my cock to your wet cunt, and start to slide it in. YOu’re so wet, but so tight, I can’t possibly fit in all at once. You bite your hand, trying not to make noise as I stretch you and penetrate you. My thumb travels to the plug and begins to press it in, to wiggle it. “yessss,” you moan, as you feel it move inside you, against my thick hard cock.
Then I slide out and you turn to me, expectantly, wondering what I’ll do. You feel my fingers close around the end of the plug, and draw it out of you. You push, expelling it, and soon feel my cool breath as I blow on your gaping hole. You’re stretched so wide open. It had been so hard to stretch that tight asshole the first time I sodomized you. Now you took it up the ass like a good whore. You giggle a bit, knowing what I was about to do.
“Are you going to give it to me up the ass, Professor?” You ask coyly, knowing the answer already. How you love to call me “Professor” when you know I’m about to violate you. “ohhhh, Professor,” you call out, as you feel my tongue explore you, penetrate you, twist inside you. My fingers next, and finally, my thick head at your asshole, penetrating you. It hurts, despite the plug, despite all the practice you’ve had. But you love that pain now. It’s the pain that comes with giving yourself to me completely, in any way I want. You press back, eager to take more or me, biting your lip as I stretch you. Soon, my head is in, and you feel your asshole tighten around my shaft. I hold it there as I watch you sweat and listen to you groan. I know it hurts you, and I love it. I grab your hair and pull you back so you can hear me whispher,
“I’m going to fuck your ass like a whore, you know?”
“Yes, yesssss I’m your whore. Your slut. Sodomize me. Just give it to me hard.”
I respond with a powerful thrust that pushes you into the table, burying my dick deep inside you. “Take that, you fucking whore,” I groan. I hold onto your hips and pound your ass hard as you clutch the table and push back against me, eager to take me as deep as you can.
“Play with that cunt, slut” I command. Your hand pops down to your clit, and you start rubbing. You feel your pleasure build instantly. My thick cock violating you. You hear my voice and breath change, and you know my precum is oozing into your ass. You know soon I’ll be grunting the way I do when I’m about to cum. You rub harder, wanting to cum with my dick in your ass. A bit more. Harder, faster. Tension building all over.
It pulses through you. Wave after wave courses through your body, as your ass clenches around my cock, as your pussy throbs and grasps for that cock that should be filling it. Your juices squirt into your hand. And you hear my grunting reach its pitch, and feel my cock impale you and squirt. I hold it in you deep, wanting to deliver my load as deep into your asshole as I can. You feel each squirt inside you, so hot and warm.
You become conscious again of where you are, on the seminar table, gettting buttfucked by your Professor. Your sweat has dripped all over it. Your pussy juice is running down your leg. My cock is slipping out of your asshole, and you can feel my warm cum ooze out of you. My tongue is there in an instant, licking it all up, sucking it out of your ass. You let me, and then quickly turn around, pressing your mouth against mine, greedy to have some of that cum yourself. We kiss deeply, sharing the jizz, as we cup each other’s asses. Yours, naked under my firm grip. Mine, covered in cotton and lace. You kneel down and kiss your way along the edge of your panties, then trace your tongue along the length of my cock. Cupping my balls through the cotton, you suck me. Dirty whore that you are.
I take the panties off and put them back on you, getting them wet with pussy juice and cum. We kiss and reassemble ourselves, then slip into the abandoned hallway. Away I go to my wife. Away you go to your boyfriend. Both of us back to our real lives, both of us secretly whores.
You open your eyes and when you turn toward the woman across the aisles, you notice she’s watching you, and grinning.
In her alto voice she remarks quietly, “From the smile on your face, it looked as if you were reliving some very nice memories, hon.”
You turn red with embarrassment and stammer a reply. Thankfully, the announcements interrupt. The plane is about to land. The bustle of preparing the cabin gives you an excuse to break off chatting with her, but you can feel her eyes on you as you smooth out your clothes and watch Miami grow in the window. On the way out of the plane, you find yourself close to her in the aisle. Her hand even rubs against your leg, sending shivers through you. She glances and grins, and then is off down the aisle and jetway. You can’t help but watch her shapely ass wiggle away from you.
You can’t believe you’re doing this, sharing a room with me at the conference. I’ve already checked in and have gone out to the see friends. You look around. The bed is big, the bathroom nicely appointed. In the closet are my shirts and ties, my extra shoes. In the drawers are my boxers and other things. You unpack, nesting alongside me. Your panties and bras with my boxers. Your clothes hanging next to mine in the closet. By the bed you notice a gift bag, and smile. I try to be considerate with you always. I fuck you like a whore but treat you like the lovely young girl you are. You open the gift bag and find a note, as well as a pair of lacey black panties and black fishnet pantyhose. Smiling as you caress your face with the lace, you open the card.
“Welcome to Miami, Joanna, my sweet whore. I hope you’ll put these on and get them damp for me. Come look for me near the bar at 3. I have the first of your surprises for you there. xoxoxox, William.” You trace your fingers along the page, thinking of me writing this, writing your name and calling you my whore. You bring the note to your nose and notice I’ve dabbed my cologne on it.
You strip. It seems so odd, taking your clothes off in a room that, up to now, has been mine alone. The new panties fill beautifully, and fishnets hug your ass and legs just right. You look in the mirror and see what a whore they make of you. The panties you’d been wearing lie on the bed. You grab them and arrange them on my pillow before leaving.
Registration, a few panels, a good paper here and there. The clock crawls toward 3, and when it gets there your heart starts to pound. Your feet carry you to the bar as if they belonged to someone else. You spy me through the crowd, talking with Jonathon and another scholar. Do you approach me? Do you wait to be seen? It’s a moot point. I’ve caught your eye and I’m waving you over. You approach the group, and I introduce you as my favorite student. Jonathon eyes you up and down, despite himself. The other man can’t help but steal a glance. Fishnets? At a conference? We make some small talk. They grill you a bit about your work. Finally, they leave us, albeit not without a glance or two back to appreciate you once more, and to wonder just what we’re up to.
Right away, I have my hand on your back. We both feel the electricity jump between us. I gently direct you to one of the booths, off in a dark corner, and order us drinks. I don’t need to ask you what you want, because I already know. One of those little intimacies we’ve come to share over the months we’ve been fucking each other. We chat a while, about your trip, your time at the conference so far. You tell me you’re wearing my present, and I smile devilishly. I slip my foot out of my shoe and run it along your leg, feeling you in the fishnets. Your eyes open wider when you realize I’m wearing fishnets as well.
“Professor! Are you dressed like a naughty little whore?” you ask, playfully.
“Mmm, yes, my sweet slut,” I whisper, “like you’re naughty little whore. Want to check?” You nod and I invite you to follow me.
We’re in the men’s room of the lobby, in one of the stalls with doors that go all the way down. Our hearts are beating, having barely avoided being seen on the way in. I press you against the wall and kiss you greedily as my hands cup your ass and push you against me.
“God, I wanted to do that as soon as you walked up to me, right in that bar,” I mutter.
“Oh, god, yes. Me too. I’ve been hungry for you. I want your lips,” you whisper between wet, passionate kisses.
I forget where I am, lost in kissing you. You feel transported, my mouth on yours. Our mouths open. Our tongues dancing together. Our breath mingling. Your hair tickling my face. My cock grows hard, pressed against your young body. God, how I thirst for you, lust for you. I thought you’d never come. I thought this moment would never arrive. You revel in my kisses, and cover me with yours. You suck on my tongue, taste my saliva, and caress my cheek. You feel your heart pound and tears well up with desire.
Someone comes into the bathroom, and we wake from our reverie, pulling our mouths apart, but keeping our faces close, our eyes locked and trying not to giggle. I reach down to undo my pants. You look down, letting your fingertips trail down my body, but never lifting your hands from me. How could you? Why would you want to stop touching me when I’m so near? I watch your hair hand down as you direct your gaze downwards, toward the tent in my pants. You watch my trembling hands fumble with my belt, the button, the zipper. You can’t help but sigh as I pull my pants down, revealing my hard cock wrapped in lace and black fishnets. Panties and hose just like the ones you have on. You immediately drop to your knees to lick and caress me. I run my hands through your hair as I always do when you give me your mouth. Gently then, I draw you back up and kiss you once more, as your hands linger on my cock and balls, rubbing them through the material. I fuck your hand gently.
“It’s time for me to chair that panel,” I whisper. “Want to come watch?”
I stand at the front of the conference room, introducing the speakers. I have such presence, such authority. Only you know my secret, that I’m dressed like a boy-slut under my professional garb. Your wet pussy throbs. Your clit hardens as you watch me. Your mind drifts above the panel, hardly hearing the words, as you watch and press your legs together, putting pressure on your clit, caressing it. You can feel the puddle forming in your panties. You know it’s soaked through the hose, and maybe even gotten onto your skirt. Who cares? You can only think of my cock in those panties, in that hose. You can only think of being my whore, and of me being yours.
After the panel I leave quickly, winking at you as I go. We’ve made our plans. After dinner with Alana and Holly you’re coming up to the room, where we can be together alone for the first time since you arrived. You muddle through dinner, distracted and horny. Alana look stunning in her low cut top, and Holly’s new haircut frames her pretty face so nicely. Ordinarily you’d be wondering about their cunts, dreaming of a threesome, but tonight your lust belongs to me, only to me.
Finally, back to the room. You fumble with the key and slip inside, your heart pounding and your cunt soaking wet. There I am on the bed waiting for you. My clothes are off, expect for the panties and hose. I’m on my knees, with my head buried in the pillows. My ass is sticking up, waiting for you. Toys, a camera, lube litter the bed. I say nothing. My eyes follow you as I smile. You get behind me and caress my legs and ass. You kiss my cheeks.
“Are you ready, William?” you ask, as your fingertips graze my balls.
“Yes, Joanna. Fuck me. Make me your whore.” I answer, throaty and eager to be yours.
You respond with your fingers and tongue. Gently, you tear the fishnets open, and slip your hands underneath, caressing my ass through the lace. I can feel your mouth at my balls, your warm breath penetrating the material. I can’t help but push back against your mouth, feeding you my sack. You hear my breath quicken and my moans become louder. The wetness grows between your legs, and you pull your face away. Slowly, you peel my panties aside, exposing my asshole. I’m puckered and tight, and utterly yours. You bring the tip of your tongue to my hole, and trace circles around me, clutching my balls and cock with your hand. I clutch the pillows, gasping.
You’ve been dreaming of this. Ever since we first started talking about buttfucking. Ever since you discovered the sensuous delight of having a tongue in your ass, ever since I started to penetrate you there, fill you there, fuck you there, you’ve wanted to turn the tables on me. I had promised you I would give myself to you, be your whore, be your puto. And now I was, bent over and vulnerable and yours to violate as you pleased. Your heart pounds. Your blood courses through you. Your panties soak in juices. Your clit hardens. Your breath quickens. And you bring the tip of your tongue to my asshole and violate me.
I gasp as I feel your tongue probe me. My asshole yields to you easily, to your warm wet tongue fucking my boy-cunt. I can’t help but reach down to touch my cock, and I find your hand there, clutching still. My rough masculine fingers intertwine with your delicate feminine hands as you rim me. We both play with my cock as you tongue fuck me for the first time.
You pull away, and I feel the cool breeze on my asshole, wet with your saliva. You look down at me, such a whore in my torn fishnets and lacey panties, my asshole glistening, and you let your hands wander to your cunt. So very wet. Your panties utterly soaked through, your clit throbbing. You masturbate softly, feeling your juices flow. You slip a hand inside and soak your fingers, then bring them to my asshole, covering it with your cunt juice.
I can feel how wet they are, how wet you are, and I know you’re going to start fucking me in earnest now. Your fingertips against my hole, pressing. I’m so tight, but your fingertips will not be denied. There’s no saying no. There’s no denying you. I push back, and feel my asshole yield to your violation. I gasp as you stretch me open, “Oh my god”
“Yes, William,” you mutter, “take me. I’m going to give it to you like the cheap little whore you are.” And you push your fingers in, violating me once and for all.
I moan loudly at the sudden invasion. Your fingers feel huge inside me. I curse and groan, clutch the pillows, but hold still so you can take me. I’m your whore now, your puto, and I’m there for you to fuck. Your fingers stretch me as they slide in and out, opening me up, going deeper each time. I can hear you rub your pussy with the other hand. Your cunt is so audibly wet.
Your clit throbs against your fingers as you fuck me. You forget to be tender, eager to violate me, and start to thrust. I gasp. you can hear the pain in my quivering voice, and you only thrust harder. Rubbing your clit the whole time, intoxicated with the thrill of violating me at last.
But you stop yourself. The camera has caught your eye, and you manage to pick it up. You snap a few photos of my violated ass, sticking out of the fishnets, the panties shoved aside. You take some more with yoru fingers deep inside me, and then you pull out, and take a few shots of my gaping asshole. I know what’s coming next, and I’m fearful. I know you’re going to use your cock on me, and I want to call it off, tell you, no, next time, I’m not ready, but I bite my tongue. Because my apprehension is nothing compared to my desire to hand myself over to you and be fucked like the whore I am. I turn, and watch you attach your strap-on.
You look magnificent. A beautiful, brilliant young girl dressed like a slut and wearing a cock, ready to fuck me. You feel magnificent too. The dildo feels so heavy protruding from between your legs. It rubs your clit just right as you stroke it, and feel the power of having an appendage made for violating another. You grin at me, drunk with lust and power.
“Off the bed and on your knees, bitch,” you command. And I obey. You bring your cock to my face. “Suck me, whore.”
I take the toy – no, your cock – between my lips and kiss it. I run my lips along the length, licking. I stroke it, jacking you off. You feel it rub against your clit with every move. I wrap my lips around the head, my eyes locked on yours, and start to suck it hard. You take my head in your hands and start to thrust. Into my mouth it rushes, down my throat it stabs. I gag right away, and you keep fucking me.
“Take it like the nasty little whore you are, bitch,” you growl at me, as you face fuck me deep and hard. Each thrust grinds the toy against your clit. Each thrust pressed it deeper down my throat. You watch the tears grow in my eyes as I struggle to take it as deep as I can, my hands on your ass pulling you in. You fuck me until you’re on the edge, and then stop, panting and dripping.
I know it’s time. You don’t have to say a word. I get on my back, and draw my legs up and apart as far as I can. You settle in on top of me, your eyes locked on mine, and bring my legs onto your shoulders. You kiss and lick them through the fishnets as you bring your cock to my boy-cunt. You recapture my gaze and thrust.
I gasp and clutch you as I feel you violate me. You’ve stretched me so well, but your cock still feels so huge. It opens me, violates me, makes me yours. You groan as you feel it press harder than ever against your clit, and then you hold it there and look down on me. Tears are running out of my eyes. The pain in my face is clear, but so is the pleasure. The pleasure of being underneath you, of having you on top of me, of giving myself to you, of being your whore. You bring your lips to mine and kiss me deeply as you work your cock into my cunt. I push back, wanting you deep inside me, no matter how much it hurts. Slowly you start to fuck me. Slowly you start to feel the pleasure of violating another’s body. The toy rubs you just right, and you lose yourself in the pleasure of fucking. My legs on your shoulders. My ass thrusting up to take your sweet, painful penetration. We’re lost in groans and barely articulate shouts of lust and pleasure.
“Stroke your cock for me, whore,” you command, in between the cries and moans that I know so well. And I obey. I spit in my hand for lube and start stroking my rock hard cock as you fuck me. I groan loudly, loving the feeling of having my ass full. Your voice is lost in pleasure as your orgasm builds. Your hair dangles down to me. My legs are doubled over, and I feel so exposed. Your weight bears down on me with every powerful thrust.
“God, yes . . . cum with me. Cum with my dick up your ass!” you blurt out, as you ram me harder and faster. I respond, meeting your thrusts, stroking my cock, feeling my cum well up inside me. Our eyes meet, and we struggle to keep our gazes locked as we reach the top together. Your deep brown eyes full of pleasure and lust. Mine a mirror of yours, lost in pleasure. I can feel my cum building up, you can feel the tension building everywhere. A few more thrusts. The edge. Release. Heaven.
Your orgasm rips through your body as you fuck me. My cum springs out from the deepest depths of my body, squirting over my belly and chest. We moan and call to God and to each other, because there is no difference then, our eyes locked the whole time as if our spirits could reach out through them to embrace each other as well.
You lie on top of me, panting and sweating. You’ve pulled out, and my ass is gaping and sore from the pounding you’ve given me. My cum is in puddles on my belly, welling up in my belly button. We play with it as we so often do. You lick a bit, feed it to me. You reach down to your soaking wet cunt and sop up your juices. You coat my lips with it and kiss me. Our cum mixes and we taste it, share it, until we can no longer tell when your flavors begin and mine end, until we don’t know which wetspot is yours and which mine. The are ours, we know, and I embrace you as you lay your head against my chest and doze off.
The next day you hover constantly around the coffee tables between sessions. How else could you listen to the papers after so little sleep? You’d awoken to my kisses, my probing fingers, and didn’t sleep again for hours. How many times had you cum? How many times had I been inside you? The night was a blur of erotic delights and it had left its mark on you. Your cunt and ass were sore. Even your cervix ached from having me slam into you. You were wearing a turtleneck to hide the marks of my love bites. Still, you went through the day in a semi-aroused haze, constantly revisiting scenes from our long, drawn-out fuck, constantly remembering my face as you violated me, as i came with your cock up my ass, constantly imagining what we would do that night once we could forget about the conference and lose ourselves once more in our lust for each other.
It’s finally late evening, and you’re alone in our room, in your stockings and lacy panties. You can’t help but masturbate gently as you wait for me to come take. A knock on the door interrupts your reverie. Had I forgotten my key? You carelessly open the door expecting me to find me, a bit drunk, fumbling through my wallet for the card-key. You cry out and step back when you realize it’s not me, but a woman. Suddenly, you’re painfully aware of your half-naked, slutty appearance, and rush to to throw a robe around yourself, mumbling apologies, demanding explanations, feeling your face grow bright red.
“Oh, honey,” she coos, “don’t you remember me? We met on the plane!”
You collect yourself and take another look at the strange woman who has availed herself of your confusion to let herself into the room.
“Um. NO! Who are you? What?” Her words register, and slowly you begin to make out the statuesque blonde who had sat across from you on the plane, and had noticed you as you relived our affair in your mind. You stand there agape, at a loss for words. She approaches you.
“I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk on the plane. William told me you’d be on that flight, and I didn’t want to spoil his surprise for you,” she explains, taking a seat. You can’t help but notice how lovely her legs look in her black fishnets as she crosses them and lets her skirt ride high.
“His surprise? You mean the lingerie he had hear waiting for me here?” you ask.
“No, silly,” she answers, in her velvety alto voice, “Me.” She smiles mischievously, and allows her news to sink in.
Soon, you return her smile and let the robe drop. “What a devil he is,” you think, “what a nasty, wonderful devil . . . ”
She stands in front of you now. When did she get up? Her hands travel up your arms, gently caressing them. Your clit tingles in response to her touch, and you look up into her deep blue eyes. There’s lust there, clear and simple, and you grin widely.
How long has it been since you’d had a woman? God, much too long. She’s wrapped her arms around you and is caressing your back softly as she kisses you with that tenderness that only another woman can offer. Her ample breasts press against you as your tongues intertwine, and you feel the warmth grow between your legs.
Now she has you on the bed, with your legs open, and is kissing her way down your young body. Her lips know where to linger along the way, on your neck, between your breasts, on your hard nipples. Gently, she sucks and caresses them as you run your fingers through her long, thick hair. Your hips move of their own accord as your wetness grows. Slowly, her mouth makes its way there, but falls short of its mark, turning instead to your legs. Her kisses float from foot to mound, first one leg, then the other. You feel her hot breath through your wet panties, and gently guide her mouth there.
A moan escapes you as she licks and kisses your clit through the material. Instinctively, it seems, she knows just how to touch you, just how to lick, just how to suck. A finger slips inside you and you grind up to meet it, your tight young cunt embracing it as it penetrates you with just the right pressure just the right rhythm.
She pulls her face out from between your legs as your orgasm subsides, and brings her lips to yours. They’re coated with your cream. You lick and kiss greedily as you turn her onto her back, eager to to eat her cunt as luxuriously as she has eaten yours. Slowly, you peel her panties off her, and something slips out, something that was tucked away between her legs.
“Oh my fucking God!” you yell, pulling back in astonishment. Her cock has popped out, erect and ready for you.
“Surprise!” You start at the unexpected voice in the room. It’s me. When did I come in? How long had I been watching?
“What the fuck is going on?!?!” you beg of me, your heart pounding as the she-male giggles and I laugh. I take you in my arms, and soothe you.
“That’s my surprise for you baby. Something I knew you wanted, even if you didn’t know yourself. Vicky is a she-male as you can see, a friend of mine from back home. When I found out she was going to be in San Francisco this week, I invited her to join us, and suggested we surprise you. From what I saw, it seemed like you were very much enjoying her company.”
Vicky is next to you know, her hand touching you lightly, “I hope it wasn’t too much of a fright, dear.”
You look at her with new eyes. How could you not have noticed? Damn, she was good! But now you could see it, the height, the angularity in her jaw, the adam’s apple that had been invisible to you, the too-perfect boobs, and, of course, the cock, still erect, still waiting for you. Like an anamorphic painting, she seemed to change with your own point of view, now a woman, now a man, now both at once.
Both! Your mouth opens, as the possibilities dawn upon you, and you feel your lust surge once more. Slowly you step toward her, and sit her on the bed. Once again you kiss her, looking into her deep blue eyes, in full knowledge of what she is. Her eyes follow yours down to her cock, which you take in your hand and start to stroke. She thrusts into your fist softly, as you share kisses and lustful looks. I sit next to her, naked now but for my black stockings, and watch. You lay her down and kiss your way down her body, from her thick red lips down to her hard cock. Slowly, you lick and suck her, looking up to enjoy the deliciously paradoxical sight of seeing a feminine face, long hair, and heaving breasts above you as you suck cock. You need more . . .
You have her on her back, and your cunt hovers over her cock. I’m behind you, licking and sucking you both. You share a deep, long look as you both enjoy what my mouth is doing to you, and look forward to what you’re about to do together. Slowly, you lower your pussy onto her dick, my hand guiding it in, and caressing you. She stretches you, penetrates you, but you force yourself all the way down on her. Now your impaled on her cock. Your eyes feast upon a beautiful blonde. Your cunt clutches a hot, hard cock. And you ride her. She thrust up into you as you rub your clit against her. Your hands caress and knead each other’s breasts, pinch each other’s nipples. I lie to the side, stroking my thick cock as you I watch you fuck her for all your worth, as I watch you cum, first once, then again, then once more as her cock explodes inside you, her cum filling you.
Now it’s my tongue you feel. My tongue on your pussy and her cock, cleaning you both up as you lie on top of her and kiss her gently. Her cock slips out of you, and you hear me take it into my mouth and slurp your cream off her dick. You let a groan out as my tongue enters your cunt, sucking your cream and her jizz out of you, feasting on the mess you two have made.
I crawl up the bed and bring my mouth to yours and hers. We all kiss together, sharing your mixed wetness. You feel my hard cock brush against you, and realize I’m the only one left unsatisfied. You and she exchange a glance, and know immediately what to do. The two of you lay me on my back and start kissing me once more. Your mouths travel down my body, past my hairy chest, my belly. Occasionally you share a kiss, or take a nibble. I moan loudly when your lips meet my cock. The two of you licking, sucking. One of you on my balls, and the other on my shaft. A finger enters my asshole. Which one of you is it?
I signal for both of you to turn around, and you do. still sucking me, still licking. I have your cunt and her cock to play with now, and I can’t resist taking turns. My tongue enters you as one of you suck me. My lips wrap around her cock as the other licks my balls. I can’t help but penetrate you. My fingers slide into your wet cunt as her cock hardens in my mouth. She starts to fuck my face as I, in turn, start to thrust into the mouth that’s wrapped around my dick, not quite sure whose it is at any moment. You take turns. You watch her take my cock deep and hard, and then rip me away from her, eager to suck. My fingers stretch you and penetrate you. I watch them slide in and out, your pussy lips clinging to them, your cream coating them. I taste her precum as it leaks into my mouth. All of us are close, when I signal to stop.
Who will be the girl now? Who the boy? Who will fuck, and who will get fucked? I gently push you onto your knees, and we both offer you our dicks. You watch us kiss as you take turns on our cocks, his still tasting of your cum, mine hard and ready to blow with my first orgasm of the night. We both leak precum for you, and watch as you greedily lap it up before roughly moving you onto the bed.
I grab your hair – the gentlness is gone now – and press your face into her cock. She takes your hair from me and clutches it as she forces her cock into your mouth and throat. God, how hot. A beautiful woman with a cock, who can facefuck you like a man. You feel me behind you, pushing my cock against your well-fucked cunt. I slide in right away, and start to pound.
Both of us giving it to you. Fast. Hard. Deep. Your moans muffled by her cock. Our sweat dripping down on you. We egg each other on. “Fuck her, Vicky. Stuff your cock down her throat,” I groan. “Mmm, yesss William, fill that tight young cunt,” she answers. We thrust violently now, drunk with the spectacle of watching each other fuck you, just as much as with the pleasure of filling you with our hard cocks.
You feel my thumb at your ass, penetrating you. You manage to work a hand between her legs, and slip a finger into her hole. She responds with a harder grip on your hair, and even more desperate thrusting.
We’re all close now, and there’s no stopping. You can feel her balls tighten up and rise. You can feel your orgasm build. Tears roll down your cheeks as you try not to gag on her cock, as you force yoru pussy back onto the invasion from behind. We groan, half-animals lost to language. And we cum. First it’s her, squirting powerfully down your throat, and then pulling out to spray your face. The heat of her jizz sets you off. A powerful orgasm rips through you as you scream. I pound harder, bringing you to another peak, and then another before I finally let go. Pounding, thrusting, squirting, filling you.
We lie together, sweating, panting, licking cum, kissing. You face me as I hold you. Vicky spoons behind you, her breasts against your back and her cock nestled in your ass. I lick her cum off your face and feed it to you. You scoop mine out of your cunt and let her lick your fingers. She kisses us goodnight, dresses, and slips out, leaving us fucked and sticky, and ready for another long night.