8 comments/  133763 views/  36 favorites

Professor's Pet

By: GoodyGoodyTwoShoes



Maggie walked through campus, the cool autumn breeze rustling her brown locks. The wind gave her a chill and she pulled her black cardigan closed over her chest. Her hazel eyes took in the architecture as she strolled, older academic buildings mixed with more modern residence halls. The usual lush green courtyards were littered with shades of brown, yellow and red fallen leaves. Her aura was confident as her green heels took her down the sidewalk. 

She had made this walk many times before. However, she is not a student of the university. Maggie is someone's secret. She was a bit older than the undergraduates that buzzed around her, but fit in with her innocent girl next-door looks.

Her strides took her to the front of a brown stone building with large square windows. As she arrived she smiled to herself looking up at the second floor window three from the left, the window that was his office. She found the bench outside the entrance empty. She straightened the full skirt of her green linen sundress as she sat letting the fabric drape over her knees. 

Maggie shook her wrist and she looked at her silver watch that dangled off her arm. "Twenty five more minutes," she said to herself with a shiver of excitement.

Her simple black purse sat at her side and she reached inside pulling a single worn silver key. The metal was cool as her palm closed around it. Minutes passed as the wind caused the leaves to scrape down the sidewalks. Maggie watched the students passing by chatting on their cell phones complaining of their test scores, term papers, and projects. 

As time passed her heart began to stir in anticipation. To calm herself, she ran her fingers down the buttons at the chest of her dress following them to the high waisted sash nestled just under her breasts. Her right hand tightened the bow as her closed left held it in place. Her eyes took one last look around before she stood gathering herself. 

Maggie was always nervous to see her lover, more so when she surprised him with her presence. Her fingers spread and pushed open the glass door, catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her straight brown hair sat on her shoulders ruffled by the wind, face sweet and innocent, dress clinging to her curves, giving a nice peek of ample cleavage and green heels that elongated her long lean legs.

She stepped inside to the common area of the building. Students sat alone, others in small, tight groupings. Some studied while others talked quietly amongst themselves. She chuckled inwardly at the teenage boy asleep on the sofa clutching his backpack. 

Her feet knew where to go as she made her way to the stairwell. Promptly bringing herself up the flights to the fourth floor, she looked down the hall to her right then left trying to remember which lecture hall he was in right now. Something in her gut sent her to the right and her heels clicked on the tile floor below. On the way, she checked her watch and took note of the time. Her eyes peeked in the slivers of window on each door till she found him, stopping in her tracks and backing up for a better view where she could remain hidden.

She leaned her shoulder against the heavy wooden door and watched her lover writing on the chalkboard turning back and forth between the class and his fast scribbles. He was a man nearing forty, wise with age and knowledge. She enjoyed seeing him in his element. He always looked comfortable and happy when he was expanding the knowledge of the youth. 

Maggie adored him as she watched the vest of his medium grey tweed suit rise and fall when he'd write on the board, "God, he looks stunning in a suit," she whispered to herself chewing on her lip. 

Warmth grew between her thighs as she spied on him. The way he had control of his class, spoke confidently and answered questions aroused her. Her eyes took a look down the hall and over her shoulder to check for onlookers, once clear she dropped her purse softly to the floor and clutched the silver key in her fist. 

Keeping her ears open for any noise she focused on her lover, gnawing lightly on her bottom lip as her hand slipped under her dress and up her inner thigh. She watched his curly brown hair; flaked with tints of grey, bounce as he walked around the front of the lecture hall discussing a topic of medieval history she couldn't hear. 

Her left fist clutched around the key in her hand as the fingers of her right rubbed over the satin and lace of her panties, feeling her heat through the fabric. She adored him as he leaned over the podium in the front of class, his mouth moving with conviction. 

"Keep talking professor," she urged him in a whisper as her fingers curled and slid down her soft flesh under her panties.

Maggie's fingers ran over the slit of her smooth pussy. Her middle finger parted her cunt lips, dragging her wetness up over her clit. She rubbed her silken juices in tiny circles against the tasteful jewelry that adorned her clit hood. Her throat whimpered but her mouth remained closed as she twirled the barbell of her tongue piercing between her sealed lips. 

Her eyes followed him back to the chalkboard as he looked out over the class making sure they had all the notes down before erasing and began scribbling again. 

Her knees buckled under her as she watched her lover. She slid her hand deeper into her panties, her knuckles pushed against the satin as she probed one finger inside her wet hole, then two. Her forehead rested on the door and she leaned harder against it to keep balance, dragging her head along the wood. She worked her fingers inside her, smearing them against her upper walls. 

Maggie's cheeks grew warm with the heat flowing through her body as she steadily masturbated herself in the open. Dragging her fingers in and out of her cunt, collecting her juices on her hand. She moaned softly as he turned back from the board and wiped a bit of chalk off his vest. 

"I'm going to feed on your cock later," she sighed as she pleasured her body, "I'll milk you with my mouth and drink your cum."

The skirt of her dress fluttered between her thighs as her fingers dug in and out of her soft hole. Maggie clenched tighter on the key, digging its teeth into her fingers. Her body shivered as she pushed the pads of her fingers up against her ridged g-spot, massaging her insides. 

She worked herself into undeniable heat, curling her fingers up inside her cunt. Her panties became visibly wet as her fluids dripped around her fingers, soaking into the satin. She denied herself an orgasm and pulled her fingers out of her panties quickly.

"It's his," she reminded herself as she took one more glance at her lover. Maggie had to pull herself away from the door and hurry down the hall back to the stairs, straightening her dress on the way. 

Two flights down and she reached a quiet floor with several open and closed doors. Her heart skipped faster as she passed his fellow professors hearing the clicking of keyboards and conversations coming from the open offices. 

She stopped in front of his door and looked over the semester schedule he posted. Double-checking that she wouldn't be intruding on his office hours. 

"Wednesday, no classes or office hours between 1 and 3 pm, perfect," the wicked voice inside her head said after checking the schedule. 

She checked over her shoulders for anyone in the hall and unclasped her fingers from the key. Quietly it slid in the lock, the teeth of the key clicked inside and she turned the lock open. Carefully, she turned the doorknob, checked her surroundings once more then let herself into his office.

Light came in through the large window on the back wall illuminating the beautiful worn cedar desk that was the centerpiece of his office. His numerous degrees glittered in their frames against the light. Maggie reached behind herself and pushed the lock on the doorknob before she pulled her cardigan off her shoulders and draped it over the back of one of the chairs that sat facing the desk. 

She walked behind the desk and her fingers ran over the rough wool of his grey suit jacket hanging from the back of his black leather executive chair. Her body bent at the waist to take in the aroma of his clothing. 

Maggie leaned over and turned the desk lamp on before turning and closing the blinds. She made her way around to the front of his desk and pushed the two chairs his students sat in for tutoring and discussions against the bookshelf on her left. She dropped the silver key in her purse and set it on the cushy chair. 

She stood up and her fingers pulled the spaghetti strap bows free on her shoulders one at a time. Her dress hung loosely at her chest as she reached to the front and undid the sash below her breasts. It came loose and she reached behind her back and let the zipper down, causing the dress to fall to a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and bent over and picked it up, folded it into a tidy cube and placed it on the chair beside her purse. 

Her body now only covered in a shiny dark pink strapless satin bra coated in a layer of black lace with cheeky panties to match. The lace trimmed her round breasts and the satin hugged her bum. Maggie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra setting her ample tits free. 

The cool air and arousal lingering from moments ago made her nipples swell into erect rocks on her chest. She folded her bra in half and laid it on top of her dress then hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and wiggled her hips as they came down. The soft fabric slid down her thighs and below her knees. First, she lifted her left leg and pulled her heeled foot out, then the right. The little wet panties got stuck on her heel and she laughed at herself trying to get free. She added her undergarments to the growing pile of clothing on the chair. 

Maggie looked at the time, "Fuck, I've got to hurry," she said to herself.

Her hand rustled about in her purse searching for a mirror. Quickly, she checked her simple brown eyeliner and soft green shadow before smearing a fresh coat of cherry lip-gloss onto her plump lips. 

She dumped the gloss and mirror back into her purse and pulled out a pink collar studded with rhinestones. As it came into her grasp, she smiled and ran her finger over the studs. She slid the collar under her hair and around her neck clasping it snugly at the back. Maggie took off the silver watch from her wrist, dropping it into her purse. 

She turned on her heel to his desk and straightened the scattered papers and tests into organized stacks and layered them at the corner next to the lamp, and then clicked the light off. Maggie lifted her nude body onto the edge of the cool wooden desk just out of direct view of the door. She raked her fingers through her bountiful brown hair several times. Her legs crossed and dangled over the front as she leaned back on the heel of her wrists.

Maggie waited patiently with a sly grin on her lips as she heard the nasal tone of his voice grow louder outside the door. Her stomach turned eagerly with butterflies when the voice ceased and the key slid into the lock. She watched the knob turn and the door open, letting light into the dark room. She stayed quiet, hiding in the darkness though her heart fluttered. His tall form came into the office, closed the door behind him and his fingers ran over the wall for the light switch. 

The professor's eyes were immediately drawn to her as he fumbled with the lock. His heart leapt in his chest and his cock twitched to life under his slacks. He drank in her body with his hungry eyes. He started at her shiny pink toenails, over her green open toed heels. Their ribbons caught his attention, encircling her ankles in green silk, bows gracefully dangling to side. 

He followed the lines of her smooth legs over the ridges of her crossed knees. She stayed still with her sly smile drawn on her lips as he devoured her with his sight. His fingers rubbed through his goatee, unable to speak. His eyes trailed to her thighs, one lifted up from the desk as she kept her legs crossed, just a hint of her round bum in his view. 

Maggie watched him with devoted patience. He followed the curve of her hips over her stomach to her lush, creamy, full, round breasts focusing for a moment on her erect nipples in the middle of her pinkish brown areola. His eyes traveled up her chest to her shoulders, over the angles of her neck, licking his lips at the sight of her collar. Her plump lips shined with invitation. He took all of her in, mesmerized by his nude lover. Finally his lust filled soft green eyes met hers and she smiled warmly.

"Professor Gottschalk," she said softly, cocking her head towards her shoulder, greeting him. 

"Maggie, my pet" he nodded and stepped forward. 

She watched his face as he neared, looking over his features carefully. She loved the wide bridge of his nose, his thinner eyebrows that rose with dirty thoughts, the angle of his jaw and the lovely thick goatee that framed his delicious soft lips. 

She looked up into his eyes; his rough hand settled on her knee and nudged her legs apart. She uncrossed her legs, spreading her knees apart just enough for her lover to step between them. His eyes were keen for her; he placed both hands on her cheeks and held her face. Her eyes twinkled and body tingled as he touched her. 

"I wasn't expecting you today," he said softly, tracing his thumbs on her jaw. "What am I supposed to do with this beautiful girl, naked, hiding in my office?"

"Devour me," she whispered

His voice grew a shade huskier and he raised a brow, "Devour you?" he questioned.

Maggie nodded eagerly several times, "Please sir..." she urged him, rubbing her fingertips against his desk.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her button nose. "What if I have grading to do?" he teased.

Maggie lifted her hands from his desk and ran her fingers down the rough tweed of his vest, trailing down to the buttons over his stomach. Her fingers undid the buttons, keeping her eyes on his. 

"Professor, we both know the students won't know if you grade now... or later," she said as his vest slid over the back of her hand as she pushed it off his shoulders.

He wiggled his arms and she caught his vest as it fell behind him. Maggie tossed it to the chair with her clothes. She looked up, eyes filled with desire. She curled her fingers around his silk black and red paisley tie, tugging him closer. Their mouths nearly met with hot breath against each other.

"Please, professor, your pet needs you." Maggie whimpered.

The professor picked up her chin in his hands and angled his face, pressing his lips gently against hers. Their eyes closed together as their mouths met. Maggie's heart skidded at the sensation of his lips on hers. His tongue ran over her lips, tasting the delightful cherry flavor of her gloss, gently nudging her mouth open. Tingles shot down to Maggie's toes, curling them. 

He ran his tongue over her teeth to her tongue, tasting her mouth carefully. She accepted him and massaged his tongue with hers. The professor played with the tongue stud in her mouth, flicking it. He withdrew his tongue and sucked hers into his mouth. 

It was her turn to taste him, and she did so eagerly. Maggie ran her hands over his black suspenders as the side of her tongue ran over the roof of his mouth. Their tongues danced with erotic passion as she nudged the suspenders from his shoulders and untucked his shirt from his slacks. 

His left hand left her face. He trailed his fingers down her neck, over her shoulders and cupped her right breast. She whimpered into his mouth as he took her tit, fitting it perfectly into the palm of his hand, groping her. 

Maggie worked the buttons through their slits, her fingers flying down the front of his white shirt. She loosened his tie and slid it out from under his collar; the professor helped her, lifting his hands from her body, pulling his arms out of his shirt. He took the tie from her and tossed it to the chair with his shirt. Professor Gottschalk ran the fingers of his right hand down her chest between her mounds of flesh, taking his time. His fingers ran over each hard nipple and circled the bumps of her areola. 

Their lips never parted; she continued undressing him impatiently. Maggie fumbled with the button and fly of his trousers, giving his swollen erection some relief as they fell to the ground. She lifted her feet, tucking her heels into the waist of his navy blue cotton boxers, lightly scraping down his thighs as she wedged them down. His left hand ran down the curve of her side, caressing her flesh. Maggie felt the cold white gold of his wedding ring rolling against his slender fingers as he touched her. 

The professor took a step back looking at her puffy lips, gloss messy and smeared with saliva. He nudged his shoes off with his toes and kicked the heap of clothing behind him towards the door. He bent down and quickly tugged his socks off and tossed them to the chair. 

His pet watched, nibbling her lower lip, reaching her hand out for his aching cock, "John... Please, please don't make me wait anymore," she begged.

Her hand found his erection and wrapped her fingers around its warmth. He groaned softly as she pulled him close to her by his cock. Maggie stroked his organ, hand lightly gliding along his shaft with tender squeezes. Professor Gottschalk felt her familiar touch on his flesh as he stood between her thighs. 

His hand cupped the warmth of her smooth cunt, "My pet is quite needy today," he said as he kneaded her heat with his palm. 

"Yes sir," she whimpered.

She stroked him with need, feeling the veins throb against her hand. Her wrist turned slightly as she rubbed his hard flesh. Maggie reached up with her other hand and tugged his goatee bringing his mouth near hers looking into his eyes. 

John parted her cunt lips, her juices oozed onto his fingers. He watched her eyes and stroked the studs of her collar with his free hand. His hand left her cunt and wrapped around her hips, bringing her bum a little off the edge of his desk. 

She spread her legs wider, lifting her feet and hooking her heels over the edge of the desk, opening her body for him. Maggie brought his cock against the entrance to her aching hole. He could feel her heat radiating onto him. 

His pet lifted her hand and he thrusted his throbbing organ into the velvet orifice between her thighs, piercing her flesh as he fit himself inside her. Her warmth engulfed his erection, her tight walls inviting him inside, joining their bodies together. They moaned softly in unison as his long cock filled her completely and nudged against her cervix. 

John's hips ground against hers, opening her body for him. Maggie wrapped her arms around his shoulders squeezing the skin against his shoulder blades. John held his lover around her hips, the other hand squeezing her tit. He rocked his hips, pulling in and out of her slick inner flesh. 

"God, you feel amazing," Maggie moaned against his mouth, clenching her cunt around his cock.

John groaned quietly against the squeezes around his member, "You feel better every time, my pet."

He picked up speed, establishing a rhythm with his lover. Their hips worked together in unison. Maggie buried her face against the left side of his neck, mouth open, teeth against his flesh but not biting. The last thing she wanted to do was leave marks on him for his wife to see. She moaned and whimpered quietly into his neck as his thick, veiny, meat pistoned into her cunt. 

The professor squeezed her hip hard, digging his fingers into her, leaving bruises. Her left hand slid over his shoulder and she dragged her fingers through his generous chest hair. They showed their lust and need with hard squeezes and touches rather than letting it escape loudly through their mouths, beyond his office door.


Professor's Pet



Soraya knocked on her professor's door nervously. It was the end of the year and she was in danger of failing Organic Chemistry. She wasn't a bad student, in fact she was used to getting all A's, but this chemistry class was just beyond her comprehension. "I shouldn't have registered as pre-med," she sighed sadly to herself. "I'm in way over my head." She tucked a strand of long black hair behind her ear and licked her lips nervously.

At that exact moment, the door screeched open loudly. Soraya jumped in surprise and gasped embarrassingly. Professor Martino stood in the doorway, tall and muscular, an impatient scowl on his handsome face. "Miss Bradley, you're late!" he shouted disapprovingly and ushered her into his office. Soraya sat down and fussed with her skirt. Maybe I shouldn't have worn something so tight, she thought, as she tugged on the black pencil skirt, but she wanted to look sharp for Professor Martino. He was wearing a slim fit black suit and a deep lavender dress shirt with matching pocket square. He was 30 years old but he took pride in his appearance and dressed like he owned the university. 

Soraya could see the outline of his firm chest muscles through his shirt and felt herself blush. He had an amazing body. He was slim but muscular, with strong arms and powerful thighs. He was also almost a foot taller than her. Soraya was a tiny 5 foot 2 and Professor Martino was well over 6 feet tall. Soraya was blessed with huge tits that were too big for her frame and her D-cup breasts felt suffocated in her tight white blouse. Her skirt squeezed her thighs tight and Soraya crossed her legs unconsciously. Her pussy was burning hot and she was starting to get wet.

Her dark eyes moved up to look at his face. Professor Martino was a perfect example of Mediterranean masculinity. He had stunning green eyes and chiseled features. His dark brown hair was slightly tousled and his young face was scruffy from his 5 o'clock shadow. His lips were full and soft-looking and she wondered how it would feel to have those lips on her wet pussy, his stubble scratching her pink pussy lips and making her squirm.

"Miss Bradley, Miss Bradley!" Soraya was jolted from her fantasy by Professor Martino's booming voice. "I called you here because you're in danger of failing my class. If you don't pass the final, I will flunk you." His voice was loud and firm and Soraya shivered visibly.

"But sir, the final is 3 days away. I've tried my hardest but there's no way I can cram all that information in my head by then. Can't you give me another chance?" Soraya pleaded, her fleshy lips forming a cute little pout.

"No excuses, Soraya." 

The way he said her name made her pussy tremble. Soraya knew she had to think fast. She couldn't fail this class or else she'd lose her scholarship, and that definitely wasn't an option. A naughty thought flashed across her mind. Could she convince Mr. Martino in another way? She was a sexy girl and guys were always falling all over her. She had a tight body and a tight pussy to match. Years of gymnastics practice had toned her body to perfection. If she could please her teacher maybe she could even get an A in the course. 

But then Soraya looked up at Professor Martino's scowling face and she started to lose confidence. How can I seduce my professor? I can't even keep a boyfriend. Soraya had dated other guys but they all seemed dopey compared to a real man like Professor Martino. She had only ever had sex with one guy, and it was anything but enjoyable. She had been saving her virginity for that one special guy and he ravaged her without a second thought. What a jerk. He didn't even make her cum. Recalling those bad memories, Soraya decided to make her move. She had to try. And she knew Professor Martino would be a skilled and passionate lover.

Soraya unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and exposed a flash of her ample cleavage. She bent down seductively and slid her hands down her legs, fixing the strap of her 5 inch stiletto heels. She made sure her huge tits jutted forward and she knew her strappy white lace bra was visible to him.

She got up, never breaking eye contact, and sat boldly on her professor's desk, her short skirt rising up even more and making her pink panties visible. "I was wondering, sir, if maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement about my grade? I'm very talented in other ways." She could see the huge bulge in Mr. Martino's pants and she instinctively put her hand on it, massaging the rock hard beast that was straining to get out of his pants.

Professor Martino's eyes widened in shock. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Bradley?!" He shouted and grabbed Soraya's wrist roughly. He got up forcefully and dragged Soraya up with him, pulling her off his desk. Her wrist was starting to bruise and she whimpered in pain. Professor Martino released her and Soraya stumbled back.

"What you're doing is extremely inappropriate. I could have you expelled!" Mr. Martino shouted roughly. "Do you have any idea how serious the situation is?"

Soraya slumped back into her chair, her eyes filling with tears. She had tried so hard to be seductive and she had just made everything ten times worse. This is just like me, it's all my fault, Soraya thought sadly to herself. I can't even seduce a man properly. And now I'm going to be expelled. Damn it, I ruined everything!

Soraya looked up at Professor Martino and burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Martino!" she sobbed. "I'm such an idiot. I just wanted to do well in your class. Please don't expel me. I thought I could convince you but apparently I suck at seducing people. I don't even have a boyfriend." She was babbling now and she knew she was saying too much. But her emotions were overwhelming her and she couldn't stop herself. 

"I've always liked you Mr. Martino, ever since the first day of class. You're so handsome and elegant, not like all the dumb boys at school." It was more of a confession than an apology and Soraya couldn't stop spilling out the truth she had hidden inside her.

"I just wanted you to like me Mr. Martino. I thought I could impress you, but I was wrong. I guess I'm just not pretty enough or smart enough." Soraya sobbed openly now and covered her face with her hands, awaiting her punishment.

Suddenly she felt a light touch on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Mr. Martino, his expression had softened and he looked almost tender. He rubbed her shoulder softly and said, "You're a very beautiful girl, Soraya. You're absolutely stunning, And very smart. I've seen your transcripts and I know you're an A student. Don't ever sell yourself short like that."

Soraya looked at him with big soulful eyes and couldn't contain herself. She got up and hugged Mr. Martino tightly, wrapping her arms around his firm waist. Her head barely reached his chest but she could feel the warmth of his body radiate through her.

Mr. Martino chuckled, surprised by her action, and his pulse sped up. Uncharacteristically, he hugged her in return and wrapped his strong arms around her tiny frame. She looked so fragile and he suddenly felt the urge to protect her. Her innocence warmed his heart. She was trying so hard to be accepted. He rubbed her head affectionately and she sighed. 

"Now, listen to me Soraya," he pulled back and looked her squarely in the eyes. "I'll overlook it this time because I know you can succeed in my class. I'll set you up with a tutor and if you work hard you will definitely pass."

Soraya pouted at his words. He was treating her like a child. 

"I really like you Mr. Martino. Couldn't I just show you how much?" She looked at Mr. Martino with sadness. It was an honest question. She kept her distance this time and didn't dare approach him lest he try to expel her again.

Mr. Martino stepped back and assessed the situation. Soraya was absolutely gorgeous. She had the face of an angel and full pouty lips that were begging to be kissed. And he would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed her in class. Her huge breasts were bursting through her tight blouse and he would kill to plunge his dick through her cleavage. His cock stiffened at the thought and he tried to hold back.

"Please, Mr Martino? You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to. But can't you just let me taste your cock? I want to make you feel good."

All the blood rushed down to his cock and his erection made a huge tent in his pants. He moved his hands to his belt and slowly undid the silver buckle. 

Soraya got the hint and dropped to her knees. Her hands were shaking but she managed to unzip his fly and pull out his aching, engorged member.

Soraya gasped out loud. She had never seen a cock that huge. His cock was thicker than her arm and she could barely wrap her hands around it. She doubted she could even fit the whole thing in her mouth, but she was determined to try. She kissed the tip of his cock and lightly flicked her tongue on it. Mr. Martino let out a loud groan and Soraya felt emboldened by his approval.

She decided to make herself more comfortable and undid the rest of her blouse. She unsnapped her bra and her huge tits bounced freely, escaping from their tight cage. Mr. Martino grabbed her tits roughly and played with her nipples while she pulled her tight skirt up over her ass, never taking it off. She peeled off her pink panties and they were wet with her juices, completely soaked through.

Soraya licked Mr. Martino's huge shaft up and down. She bobbed her head seductively and jiggled her tits. His balls were begging for attention and she licked and sucked on them hungrily. She swirled her tongue around the sides of his cock until it was dripping wet with her saliva. She was ready to take him deep. She opened her mouth wide and slowly swallowed his giant pulsating cock. Mr. Martino growled violently and grabbed Soraya's long black hair. He gathered it up into a ponytail and pulled her up and down at his will. She slurped his cock greedily and took it deeper and deeper. 

Soraya started gagging but that just made him even hornier. He grabbed her head and started pounding his cock into her throat, fucking her mouth like there was no tomorrow. He could feel himself about to cum but he wanted to prolong the moment. He released Soraya from his grip and she gasped for air. Her face was flushed pink and her lips were swollen.

He grabbed her huge tits again and pushed them together. They were so big they could suffocate Soraya. He smiled devilishly at the thought and pushed her massive boobs up to her neck. She gasped and he tightened his grip and plunged his dick up her cleavage.

His dick was hitting her under her chin with every thrust and she bent her head down to catch his cock in her mouth. He growled at the sensation and thrust harder, this time letting her drench his cock with her tongue between thrusts. 

He grabbed Soraya by the hair and dragged her to his desk. He laid her on her back, legs spread and propped up, with her pussy facing the window so anyone who walked by outside could see her dripping wet snatch. He placed Soraya's neck past the edge of the desk so her head would hang back, her mouth gaping open to accept his huge cock.

He slapped her face around with his stiff dick and then plunged into her mouth mercilessly. He could hear Soraya gagging, but he didn't care. He propped himself forward up her body, he wanted to go deeper. 

"If you want that A, you have to work for it," he said viciously. He let his balls slap Soraya in the face with every thrust.

He pinched Soraya's clit with his fingers and he felt her stiffen up and moan onto his cock. The vibrations felt unbelievable and he decided he wanted more of them. Soraya's pussy was soaking wet and he ran his finger up and down her slit before plunging a stiff digit into her.

"Mmmph!" Soraya let out a muffled groan and he could feel her moans vibrate on his still thrusting dick. He pushed his finger in her pussy and it contracted violently. He could feel her tight pussy clamp down tightly on his finger and he shouted in surprise.

"Jesus, Soraya, your pussy is so fucking tight!" And at that moment he was hooked. It shocked him how tight her pussy was. He just put his finger in, imagine if he put his cock in. The blood pounded in his dick at the thought. He had never felt anything that tight in his entire life. He thought about the women he had fucked in the past. Bunch of whores with loose twats lying about their past. He bet they had fucked dozens of guys. He found them all disgusting now, compared to the treasure he had in front of him.

He fucked Soraya with his finger and moved his other hand to her breast. Her nipples were pink and puffy and he couldn't resist pinching them. Soraya let out another moan and he sped up, his dick fully submerging into her throat with every thrust. "I'm gonna cum, Soraya, I'm gonna cum!" He growled loudly and pushed into her throat past the limit. "Ahh, ahh!" He screamed as his cock spasmed and he pulled out roughly, squirting his cum all over Soraya's tits and stomach. His cum jetted out in streams and left thick white trails all over Soraya's already pale white skin. 

His finger was still wet with Soraya's juices and he licked it clean. Then he kissed Soraya firmly and passionately on the lips and let her taste herself.

He looked at Soraya, gasping for air, her tits moving up and down with every breath. He looked at her cum-splattered body and admired his masterpiece. He kissed Soraya again and swirled the cum on her tits.

"Your work deserves an A+ Miss Bradley," he said seductively, as he drew an A+ on her tit with his cum.

Soraya's cheeks blushed furiously. She had forgotten all about the grade and now she felt self-conscious, her mouth still sore from all that hard thrusting. He sensed her embarrassment and kissed her again, soothing her worry. 

"I don't know, Professor Martino, I think I need some intensive one-on-one tutoring," she said playfully, while rubbing some of his cum on her nipple.

His cock stiffened in anticipation and he grazed his finger along her soaking wet slit. Her rubbed her clit and pinched it and she gave a little yelp. She was already grinding her clit against his hand and his cock jumped. He knew he had to make Soraya's pussy his.

"I think you're right, Miss Bradley." He rubbed his now rock hard shaft along the length of her slit, wetting his cock with her juices. "I'll have to personally tutor you. Five times a week at least."

"That much?" Soraya's eyes widened in surprise and lust.

"Trust me," he said as pushed the tip of his cock into Soraya's tight and trembling pussy. "You have a lot to learn."



Professor's Pet Ch. 00



Authors note: This story takes place about a year before chapter 1, the story of John and Maggie's meeting, and eventually first time. Thank you to everyone who has patiently awaited this chapter. If you're looking for a quick sex story, skip to the end. 

*

John opened the door to the optical office and its little bells clanked against the door, sighing to himself for leaving his glasses on his bed during his nap yesterday. His alone time on Tuesday afternoon was disrupted. 

"I'll be with you in a just a minute, sir," came a woman's voice at a nearby desk. She was helping a young girl get fitted for her first pair of glasses.

John followed the sound of the voice to a sweet brunette in her mid twenties and exchanged smiles with her. "Sure," he said roaming to the excess of men's eyewear on the wall. He didn't need new glasses but there isn't much to do to pass time in the optician's office. 

He looked over at the desk from afar, specifically at the store associate, sneaking little glances as she giggled with the young girl. The optician showed the little blonde girl the mirror, "You'll be rockin' at school now," she said. 

The optician was sexy in the girl next-door sort of way. A woman who would bake for you and blow you while her delectable treats were in the oven. She was young, later mid twenties, but old enough to have seen the world and develop her life. She wasn't terribly young, but compared to himself at thirty-eight, its was an acceptable age difference.

John tried not to stare and occupied himself as if he were picking out a pair of glasses. He tried on a few pairs that he couldn't really waste money on with the mouths to feed at home. His ears listened to her voice, soft with a slight hint of southern twang, as she went over insurance information with the mother. 

He was able to glimpse at her in the mirror when he was trying on frames. Her lavender blouse continued to draw his eye. She was professionally buttoned up, not flaunting her cleavage, but his mind strayed to where that small strip of skin led. 

He fumbled to put back a pair of glasses on the back light wall, distracted by the sales girl's alluring smile. His eyes were drawn to her glossed lips and pearly whites. He casually slipped his glasses back on his face and rubbed his mouth trying to sidetrack his thoughts, "Sloppy Joes, or spaghetti for dinner..."

As he stole peeks at the woman his glasses kept sliding off his face, reminding him why he was here. 

The associate got up with the girl and her mother and led them to the register. Her movements drew John's attention; he quickly admired her dark purple skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, flaring out around her knees.

While walking behind the counter, she looked over at her waiting customer, "What can I help you with today, sir?" she asked.

"Just an adjustment, take your time," John said pleasantly. He wasn't rushed from being in the presence of a striking younger woman.

She smiled back to him, genuinely thankful for his courtesy. 

She went about her work, explaining the forms to the girl's mother and paying her out. He watched how she interacted with her customers. Gracefully, was the only adjective that came to mind. 

Her brown hair danced lightly just below her shoulders in soft layers. Her breasts gave the chest of her blouse a bit of a snug fit. He didn't mind. It made her curves stand out even more. 

He shook off his thoughts; he still had to talk to this woman. He saw her smile a cheesy grin with the little girl and thank them for their business. It might be because he hadn't been properly laid in nearly a month, but he couldn't help but ogle the features of this stranger. 

"Let me see if I can fix those glasses for you," she said kindly. 

"I left them on my bed and one of my kids thought it would be fun to jump into bed to wake me up from my nap," he said with an uncomfortable chuckle, approaching the counter. 

The associate raised a brow and smiled, "Your kids attack you while you're resting? That is so unlike anything I've ever heard about kids," she teased him. "Well, let me have a look and see what I can do." 

She looked him over quickly. A man in his late thirties, some grey speckling in his brown hair, good height, his nose was large but it fit his strong features, and pretty darn handsome in a black sweater-vest, gray shirt, and tie. "Well hello there, handsome," she thought to herself. 

He came up to the front of the counter and took his glasses off his face, thanking God his vision wasn't terrible and he could still look at the sales girl. He handed his spectacles to her and squinted at her etched silver name-tag, "Thanks, Maggie."

"You're welcome, sir," she said looking at the bent earpieces. "I'm going to use the heat and bend these back into shape for you. I do have glasses, just wearing contacts today. You can trust me," she winked. 

Maggie smiled as John chuckled at her comment and turned around. She took a few short steps to the machine and turned it on, as she walked her hips swayed gently.

John got a slightly fuzzy, but good look at her legs for the first time, he looked down to her nude stockinged calves, "Are those stockings or pantyhose?" he wondered. 

Maggie bent over just a bit as she used the machine, the slit on the back of her skirt opened up and he got a glimpse of lace stocking tops on her thighs. "Stockings! Fucking goldmine!" his inner voice screamed.

Suddenly his mind was invaded with visions of her bent over the counter and him plowing her from behind with her skirt pulled up over her hips. She continued working and he fantasized about the color of her bra and panties, if she was a moaner, if she talked dirty, and if she was wearing garters.

Maggie felt his eyes on her; enjoying the attention, she smiled to herself. She purposely bent over a little further and arched her back just a little bit more than she needed to. Her ass lifted up in the air for him, nonchalantly drawing more attention to her as she bent the earpieces back into proper shape. 

His heart sped up a little and he closed his eyes, committing the view of her curved ass and hips to memory. His mouth had gone dry as he admired her body.

John's collar felt tighter around his neck, his mind running rapid as he waited patiently, and his cock stirring under his black slacks. He imagined pulling on her brunette mane and spanking that round bum as he fucked her juicy pussy. He wanted to fuck her on top of the counter, her legs pulled back so he could dig deep into her holes, her lavender heels above her head. 

He wanted to fuck this young woman properly, ravaging her body and make her scream. His cock was swollen and strained against his slacks. He wanted to do things to her he could never get from his wife. 

Maggie turned around and John coughed. She smiled a knowing smile, blushing a little. "You should be all set, lets take a look at these on your face first," she said a bit flustered, giggling at herself.

John leaned over a bit and let her slide his glasses onto his face, closing eyes to clear his thoughts. Maggie bit her lip in concentration sliding her fingertips along his temples, setting the earpieces behind his ears. 

His nostrils opened, breathing in her scent as she moved in closer. She smelled like pure and clean soap. No fruit or flowery scents, just honest soap. She smelled natural, heavenly and intoxicating. He looked down for a moment and caught a glimpse of her breasts underneath her shirt, pushed up in her bra with shiny black satin cups. His inner voice praising the view as her soft, delicate hands adjusted the glasses carefully on his face.

"Look at me," Maggie said taking her hands away from his face.

John cleared his throat, thinking he'd been caught looking. He raised his soft green eyes to hers. The hazel of her eyes was a gentle blend of brown and green. He found himself lost in them.

"Sorry," he said, blushing.

Maggie smirked, "Nothing to be sorry for, I just need to make sure they fit properly."

"Oh, oh, yes, of course," John held still as she looked over the frames. He blinked a few times and took a few glances around at random places, feeling his eyes readjust slightly. 

"Would you like me to clean these for you, too?" she asked and rubbed her glossed lips together. She gently pulled them off his face before he could answer and reached for a bottle of lens cleaning spray.

"That would be fantastic, thank you," he smiled. 

Maggie sprayed the lenses and picked up a cloth, her arms squeezed her breasts together as she cleaned his glasses. John couldn't help but ogle her cleavage line that came further up her chest. He imagined what her tits would look like painted with his cum.

She handed him his glasses back with an innocent smile, "Anything else you need today, sir?"

"No, thank you, Maggie," he said slipping his glasses on and blinking at the clarity. "You don't have to call me sir, I'm John. John Gottschalk, or Professor Gottschalk on my better days."

Maggie smiled and chewed her lip for a moment, twirling a brown lock on her finger. "Professor Gottschalk," she said with a slight bow of her head, "well, it's been my pleasure."

He looked at her eyes one more time before leaving, she looked so innocent, but under he wondered what filthy rotten things she hides. "Thank you very much, have a great evening," he said calmly.

"You too. If you need anything else, we'll be here." she said smiling.

John turned and left the office feeling giddy. His lips were curled into a huge grin and his mind was filled with fantasies of the cute, young optician. He could still feel her hands touching his face and her aroma in his nostrils. She flirted with him, gave him that bit of attention that no one could take away from him, something he'd been lacking for the past while at home.

He headed home and took a quick shower before his wife got back. While soaping up he let his mind run free with the image of Maggie pleasuring him. He stroked himself to the thought of enjoying her body in the shower. His imagination ran wild, with her on her knees, his cock in between in her pouty lips, hot water running down his back. He wanted to push her up against the tile wall and thrust in and out of her, feeling her limbs wrapped around him, the steam from the hot water filling the air. He imagined shooting his load into her cunt. Instead, his load was wasted, pulled apart by the current of the hot water and jettisoned down the drain.

As days passed, Maggie continued to think about her customer. She spent her downtime at work daydreaming of him. She knew he was married. She saw his ring and he talked about his children. "There's nothing wrong with some innocent flirtation, right?" was one of many thoughts in her head.

Saturday night, John got an urgent phone call to go to an early season Chicago Blackhawks game. John convinced his wife to let him go have a guy's night. He took this opportunity and went out for a night of beer and hockey with his good buddy William.   Between the first and second period, they got overpriced beer refills out on the concourse. As the men made their way to their seats, they checked out women in the arena walking by in heels that aren't meant for sporting events. They joked with each other about John's wife giving him a hard time about going out tonight as they sat back down.

John and William took their seats in the eighth row from the ice. They were stationed above the penalty boxes.

Early into the second period, the Blackhawks scored and the crowd rose up in jubilation. Unfortunately, one of William's wayward arms collided with John's refreshing beverage. He stared out in horror as his entire beer rained down upon the woman one row in front of him.

The woman screeched, cold beer soaking her shoulder to her stomach. She quickly turned around, her brown hair swishing through the air. She glared at him for soaking her shirt, "What the hell?" 

The Fratelli's "Chelsea Dagger" blared on in the background as John's cup spun to a stop at his feet.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" John yelled quickly.

The woman lowered her glare as she recognized him at the same time he did for her.

"Oh, Maggie?!" he asked nervously, trying to rise above the sudden din of the crowd. The woman he had imagined naked countless times in the last few days right in front of him. 

The joyous crowd finally quieted down for John and Maggie to talk.

"I'm so sorry," he fumbled to find the extra napkins he stashed for his nachos earlier. "I'm so sorry, please let me buy you a new shirt or something. I'm so sorry, you don't deserve to be soaked all night," he said, noticing her wet chest and the apparent lines of her bra underneath her black t-shirt as he handed her the napkins.

Maggie blotted the stain on her shirt, getting a hint of butterflies; she blushed for no other reason. "Yeah, I don't really want to smell like beer the rest of the evening."

"Are you okay?" Maggie's girl friend asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. This is John, he came into the office earlier this week," she introduced her friend to the man that had been occupying her thoughts, "John, this is Liz."

John nodded and smiled, "Nice to meet you Liz, sorry it's because I soaked your friend."

William cleared his throat, wanting to get in on the conversation between his friend and two pretty young women. His eyes focused on Liz. She was blonde and petite with delicious curves that hugged the hips of her jeans and the chest of her red Blackhawks shirt.

"This is my buddy William. This is Maggie; she adjusted my glasses this week, and her friend, Liz." 

William took note of Maggie's bubbly blonde friend with a smile of appreciation. Liz batted her eyelashes flirtatiously as she was introduced.

"Come on, let's get you a new shirt. I told my kids I'd buy them something tonight, anyway," John said.

Maggie stood up, her shirt half wet with beer and her medium wash boot-cut jeans hugged her bum. John raised a brow and smiled, committing another vision to his memory. Both of them told their friends they'd be back shortly. Maggie followed John up the stairs of the loud arena, thinking about giving his ass a squeeze through his khakis. "You really don't have to do this, I'll be okay. I was joking about smelling like beer," she said as they entered into the concourse area.

They walked next to each other on the way to the souvenir shop. "I know I don't have to. But I'm a gentleman," he smiled. 

"A gentleman who wants a free wet t-shirt contest," Maggie teased him. 

She unconsciously grabbed his hand and stepped in front of him, leading him through a crowd of people. John was shocked; her hand was so soft and small fitting inside his palm. He grinned and took her lead, savoring the slight touch of another woman. She expertly darted in between standing lumps of people, tugging him behind. 

Maggie blushed and pulled her hand out of his when they got through the crowd, "I'm sorry. I just didn't want to lose you."

"It's quite all right, being led around by a pretty girl doesn't happen often for me," he said. 

She smiled as he opened the door to the souvenir shop, thanking him with a bow as she passed inside.

"So you have kids, how old are they?" Maggie asked as she looked through the racks of women's t-shirts. 

John stayed closely behind admiring how she gracefully moved. "Three kids, ten, eleven, fourteen."

Maggie looked over and raised a caramel brow, "Oh, I assumed younger from them jumping on your bed, like you said." She pulled a shirt off the rack, looked at it carefully and put it back.

John chuckled, "Well, I lied. I rolled over my glasses, I thought it was a better story." He picked up a standard red team logo shirt for his wife.

She shook her head and laughed, "I may have to report you to my manager!"

Maggie smirked and turned back to a set of shirts. She hummed softly as she picked out a dark grey fitted t-shirt with vibrant red and golden yellow diamonds in an argyle print and Chicago Blackhawks, printed in script at the breast. 

"Ooh. This one's cute," she said softly, peeking over at him, wanting his approval. 

He watched her pull the shirt off the rack and drape it over herself; grinning as he watched her.

Maggie looked at the price tag tucked far inside the collar of the shirt, grimacing a little. "It's thirty-five dollars, that's too much."

"If that's the one you like, get it. I think it will look good on you, and you can always remember me."

She looked down at the shirt again and back at him, "Thank you. You are very kind, John." 

He hung on her words, the way she said his name wasn't how he'd ever heard it before. Her tone gained eroticism when she said it and it turned him on. It might be the gentle southern charm in her voice that he wasn't used to, "You're not from here, are you?"

Maggie walked through the little store taking her time browsing, "That is correct," she looked over at him, "I'm from Texas, moved here about two years ago when the company I work for opened a new store. Do I sound like a hick?"

"No. No, it's very nice. You don't sound like a hick at all," John said, reassuring her. He looked at her feet as she browsed through the kids' stuff, reaching up to pull something off a rack in her silver ballet flats. "Chicago is a long way from home, how was the move for you?"

Maggie stayed on her tip-toes, scanning through the shirts on the top rack, "It was hard at first when I didn't know anyone. But I thought of it like an adventure."

"We all need adventure in our lives," John said, approving of her stretched legs and the contour of her bum.

"Do you have girls?" Maggie asked coming back down flat-footed. 

John blinked a few times focusing again on the conversation. "Yeah, the older ones are girls."

She pointed to a high rack for him to get something down from a higher up rack, a stylish black t-shirt with the noble Blackhawk's logo faded. "They'd like those, I think." 

He reached up to take down two girls shirts, "I'd like you," John's mouth said before his brain could catch up. 

He felt the heat rise on his cheeks as Maggie's mouth dropped open in surprise, a shimmer of light on her silver tongue bead caught his eye.

Maggie fluttered her eyelashes trying to think of something to say. "Oh wow," she gasped quietly.

John pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for being blunt. Maggie's lips kiss his cheek ever so lightly, sending warmth through his being.

"It's okay," she whispered then stepped back. "Let's get something for your son."

John nodded apologetically and held the shirt hangers on his fingers making his way to the novelties. Maggie followed close behind looking at posters. John rummaged through the mini hockey stick varieties. 

"Does he have a favorite player? Or something more artsy like this 'original six' poster?" Maggie asked pulling out a tubed poster. 

John smiled and settled on a hockey stick, "So am I going to tell my kids that this cute girl picked out all their souvenirs?" he teased her.

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully, "They will wonder how you suddenly got such good taste." She handed him the poster and they walked to the register. While the cashier rang them up, they stayed quiet as Maggie and John exchanged a smile usually reserved for new couples. Then, he thanked the cashier and took his over-sized bag and gave Maggie the smaller one with her shirt inside.

They walked side by side until they neared the restroom. "I'm going to hop in there and change real quick," she said.

"Of course, I'm going to grab a few more beers and I'll meet you back here," John answered.

Maggie headed off to the restroom to switch shirts and give her hair a quick brushing. John bought four beers and carried them in the holding tray. Maggie smiled as she came out seeing him coming up to her. 




Professor's Pet Ch. 00



"That looks really good on you. I told you it would," he smiled back and they went back down into the arena.

The Zamboni was cleaning the ice when they returned. Liz and William had chosen to sit next to each other on the lower row to watch the game together. John and Maggie filed into the upper row and sat down behind their friends. 

John handed out the beers and Maggie tapped her friend on the shoulder and waved "hi," as she sat next to her crush. Liz smiled and mouthed, pointing to William, "he's cute." Maggie winked and rested back into her seat. 

They enjoyed their semi-alone time for a few minutes, sipping beer and talking while their friends took pleasure in each other's company. 

Maggie stayed close, leaning to her left but keeping enough distance. She felt oddly comfortable at his side, listening to his voice and her heart fluttered. "What do you teach?" she asked against his ear in the loud arena. 

He leaned in against her earlobe and she closed her eyes as he told her about his career. "History. Early history, medieval is my specialty. Barbarians, the Crusades, Christianity in the middle ages, things of that nature," John said.

"That's sexy," Maggie replied. 

The Blackhawks scored again on a power play and the crowd rose up in cheer, breaking off their conversation. Shouting and singing ensued.

The uproar died down and both couples settled back down in their seats. Liz patted Maggie's knee and giggled in a bubbly blonde sort of way and went back to her handsome "date." 

John leaned back, "Was that a joke?"

Maggie looked back at him as she slowly sank back in her chair. "What, you teaching history?" she asked.

John nodded taking a few gulps, finishing off his beer.

"Totally serious. There's something very desirable about teachers," she said quietly, making John lean in close to her mouth. "Professors specifically. You give the gift of knowledge and have a part in someone's life. People respect you," Maggie said as she trailed one finger lightly along his fingers on the armrest. "Professors are intelligent, dedicated and influential. I mean come on, how is that not sexy?"

John lifted his head and looked at his pretty, girl-next-door, fantasy woman, "You make it sound much better than it really is."

Maggie shrugged and smiled, "I call it like I see it."

The period ended quickly after and the fans celebrated a shut out win. William and John gave each other a "this is between us guys," nod before escorting the ladies up the stairs and out of the arena. John picked up his souvenir bag and followed Maggie. The pairs parked on completely opposite sides so they said goodbye outside the gate.

"I really enjoyed spending some time with you," Maggie said softly. "I guess I'll see you around sometime."

"If we're lucky," John said sadly. "I enjoyed myself too." 

He looked over at his unmarried friend occupied with Liz. He kissed Maggie's cheek and she closed her eyes, appreciating the feel of his lips and goatee on her face. 

He pulled back and blushed, "Goodnight."

Maggie smiled, "Goodnight, John."

They stepped away from each other and rounded up their friends. On the car ride home, Liz chatted about William, practically giving Maggie a rundown of everything about him. Maggie politely nodded, keeping things about John to herself as she listened to her friend. 

When Maggie got home she stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her new shirt. She ran her hands down her curves and turned slightly to the slide. She looked at herself and her new shirt, "Something to remember you by," she said to herself.

John was running wild in her thoughts. She was completely drawn to him after just a small amount of time spent together. "He's married. He's off limits. Don't do anything stupid Maggie," she kept telling herself.

Maggie pulled herself away from the mirror and pulled her shirt off her head, shaking her beer stained hair. She wore a shiny pink satin bra that stood out against her milky flesh as she undid her jeans and shimmied them down her hips, revealing her equally shiny pink panties. "I wonder what sorts of things he'd like," she said out loud to herself, stepping out of her jeans. 

Maggie walked across her nicely decorated bedroom. She had been quite happy with the soft purple walls. Her apartment was quant, but it was home. She sat down on the edge of her bed, leaning over to pull open the second drawer of the bamboo style nightstand. Inside were her toys, handcuffs, a few vibrators of various colors and styles and her vibrating tongue ring in its plush case. 

She picked out a thin, curved rubbery plastic hot pink vibrator, the curve led to the bulbous head on the end. Then she turned the dial on the bottom to make sure the batteries still had juice. After she was satisfied she turned it off and set it in the middle of her bed. 

She turned on the bedside lamp and leaned up on her knees to pull the light on the fan, turning it off. Once her room was pleasantly dimmed, she reached behind her back unclasping her bra and dropped it on her mattress. Maggie laid back on her queen size bed, settling into her pillows. 

She opened her knees a small bit and rubbed her palm against her pussy over her panties. She bit her lip as her eyes closed, letting her mind go to John. Her fingers stroked over her panty covered labia, a rush of warmth settling over her. 

Her mind brought her to a fantasy of fucking John in his office and she slipped her panties off and kicked them away. She had grown wet and dipped her fingers between her lips collecting some of her juices. Then she trailed her fingers over her clit, drawing elicit moans as she rubbed it with calculated care. Her clit jewelry, slickened by her own arousal, teased against the hidden contours of her nub. 

Her thoughts drifted to her kneeling beneath his desk, throbbing hardness behind her tight lips. She knew she had skills that would make him groan and lose his breath. Maggie reached over and picked up her vibrator and brought it to her mouth. Her fingers continued to rub her clit, collecting more juices by slipping her fingers into her tight, squishy hole. 

Maggie kept her eyes closed and licked the head of her toy and sucked it into her mouth, picturing sucking John's cock. She wondered how big he was and imagined showing him her tricks she picked up over time. Her fingers slipped down to her cunt and she began steadily fingering herself. She was wetter than she had been in ages.

She smeared her fingers along her walls, softly pumping her fingers in and out. Her spread knees buckled a little as she began thinking of John eating her pussy as she was sitting on his desk. She turned on her vibrator and brought it to her clit. Its buzz made her moan and squirm.

"Oh god, professor," she moaned. "You'll make me feel so good, won't you?"

Maggie circled around her clit with the head of her toy still fingering herself. Her cheeks became flushed and she rubbed her head against her pillows, arching her back with the pleasures she was giving herself.

She slid her fingers out of her slick hole and brought them to her mouth, tasting her own juices, "You'd love how I taste, professor," she whimpered.

Maggie moved her vibrator down to her cunt; her heart was fluttering in her chest. She pushed the toy inside and began working it in her hole. She fucked herself with it and clicked the barbell of her tongue ring against her teeth. In her mind, John was fucking her on his desk, biting all over her neck, telling her how good she felt.

"Oh fuck me, John, Fucking fuck me," she screamed out into her bedroom.

She dragged her heels across the sheets and her moans became more intense. She rubbed the toy against her g-spot as she pumped it inside herself. Her cunt was pulsing around the vibrator, making it harder to continue pushing it inside. 

"Fuck, fuck," she moaned, "you're going to make me cum, professor."

Her walls pushed the toy out and she dropped it between her thighs. She quivered and groaned as her cunt squirted her hot cum out of her. Her sheets got soaked and she was left shuddering in post-orgasm bliss. A sweet smile curled on her lips and she lay there for a minute, letting her heart calm down. Then she rolled over onto a dry area of her bed and drifted off to sleep smiling happily, thinking about John.

The next morning Maggie woke from her blissful sleep and cursed herself for sleeping in her contacts. She stretched her nude body, extending her arms above her head as she lay in bed, rubbing her head in the pillows and arching her back. She rolled out of bed to the shower, tossing her sheets and comforter across the bed.

Maggie opened the door to her bathroom and stepped onto the soft green shag rug in front of her sink. After brushing her teeth, and applying drops to her red eyes, she stepped over to another rug and pulled open her clear with retro style green circles shower curtain. One color matched her rugs, the other a complimenting darker green. After turning the water on she let it warm up for a few moments before stepping inside the garden bathtub. She let the hot water run over her body, waking herself up. 

As she massaged shampoo into her hair John crept back into her thoughts. "I wonder what school he teaches at. Well, no harm in doing a little personal search on the internet," she talked quietly herself, leaning in and out of the hot water, rinsing her hair. "A little search wouldn't hurt anyone."

Maggie let her mind wander while she conditioned her hair, and then lathered her body in exfoliating Dove body wash. She carefully cleaned her body enjoying the fresh smell of soap, cleansing her body of the previous day. "That wouldn't be creepy, not like I'm going to just show up and stalk him outside his office." She turned off the water and slid into her coral pink bathrobe, letting it dry her body as she blotted her hair dry with a towel. 

Maggie picked out a thin white snug little t-shirt and a pair of simple black cotton boy shorts. Her typical loungewear was a t-shirt and panties. She let her hair air-dry and slipped into her minimal outfit. After hanging up her robe she slipped on her black, cute-nerdy-girl-style glasses. 

She strolled into her living room and dug her phone out of her purse. She texted her mom back about dinner tonight then opened up her laptop. She went about her daily internet activities then made a bowl of cereal in her kitchen. 

Maggie's apartment was adultly decorated; she took pride in her home. The couch and chaise lounge were both black soft velour. The walls were a soft shade of green; she would have to repaint her apartment when she moved out. She decorated the walls with paintings and black wood shelving covered in books and picture frames. 

She plopped back down on the couch and flipped on the television, settling on a news show. She munched on her Rice Crispies and did a google search on her crush. She quickly found his faculty page out of the several universities in the Chicago area. 

She read about him, where he earned his various degrees from, what his area of focus is. His faculty picture showed him a few years ago with a younger, happier, dorky smile and longer curly hair. Maggie giggled and smiled as she looked at his gentle eyes. She closed her eyes and let her cunt tingle thinking about him for a moment. "Nothing wrong with a little fantasy," she smiled to herself, and then wrote down his office number and building. 

She chose not to write down his phone number or e-mail address. That would be too much too soon. She did, however, search the campus map for the location of his building and saved the page to her bookmarks for easy finding later.

She folded the piece of paper with his information into her wallet and went about her day.

Tuesday evening, after work, Maggie went to the grocery store to pick up a few necessities for baking snicker doodle cookies. She passed through to the dairy area and saw him. Her heart fluttered into her throat, and she debated if she should talk to him or not. 

John saw her a second later. Maggie waved to him and took a step towards him. Panic flashed across the professor's face, and he quickly shook his head, surprising his younger friend. With an armful of cheese, John's wife returned, dumping it into the cart. Maggie ducked into the nearby aisle, and listened in on the conversation.

What followed was quite predictable. John's wife spent most of the time complaining about the mothers of their children's friends. This went on for the two minutes that Maggie eavesdropped on the conversation.

John and wife finally dispersed, and Maggie was able to quickly collect a dozen eggs.

She hurried to the floral section and picked out two gerber daises, one pink and one white. She held them to her nose, smelling their sweet aroma as she walked to the card section. She thought about John. Maggie picked up a little pink card, simple and plain. After she concluded her shopping she hurried to the registers, avoiding John. One run-in was enough for today, especially with his wife there. 

The next morning she woke up early. She didn't have to work until noon, but this morning she was going to John's office. Maggie hopped out of bed, anxiously. She hurried in the shower and blow-dried her hair before slipping into a pair of grey pinstripe slacks and a white sweater with a pink collared shirt underneath. 

Maggie's heart was racing as she opened up her laptop to check the campus map once more, double checking the building's location. She slipped on her glasses and stepped into her pink pumps. She looked in her fridge then closed it, "I'll get breakfast after," she said to herself. Then she plucked the daises out of a small vase on her coffee table, the card attached by a thin and curly, white gift-wrap ribbon wrapped around the flowers. She picked up the scotch tape she had set on the table the previous night and grabbed her purse, hurrying out the door.

The drive seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few miles away. Maggie wasn't used to morning commuters on top of her time constraint. Her heart pounded in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe as she wandered among the buildings, wide-eyed, taking in everything in for the first time. She checked her watch and rushed several more yards to a brown stone building with large windows. She looked at the sign and back down at her paper "224," she said aloud and went inside. 

The building was quiet as she looked around for the stairwell, finding it just behind the wall with chairs lined up against it. Maggie took a deep breath and headed up the stairs, carefully climbing up in her heels. She arrived on the second floor, it was quiet but a few office doors were open with lecturers and professors checking up on e-mails and getting ready for their classes. Maggie walked quietly as she could, wanting to bring as little attention to herself as she could as she passed by the open offices.

She set her purse down softly in front of the office labeled 224. She glanced at the nameplate that read "John Gottschalk" next to the door and the schedule posted underneath. Maggie carefully taped the daises to the door, the pink one layered just under the white one, giving each one's petals enough space. The card dangled on its ribbon against the door. Maggie gave it a little tug to make sure it wouldn't fall off then pressed her hand softly on the door before scurrying off back down the hall. 

Maggie checked her watch, hurrying to get out of the area before he'd possibly see her. She returned to her white Jetta and headed off to breakfast to snag a bagel. 

When John arrived at his office, he saw the flowers on his door as he came down the hall. He smirked and set his brief case down against the door and cautiously peeled the tape from the door. He looked over his shoulders before he opened the card, inside in bubbly handwriting it read "From your secret admirer" and a little heart drawn under the words. John took a quick smell of the flowers before opening his office door. He had a good feeling who they were from and smiled big at the attention she was giving him. 

Between classes in the afternoon John masturbated in his locked up office. He daydreamed of Maggie riding him in his executive chair, her pretty brown locks bouncing on her shoulders as she whimpered, digging his cock into her. His hand glided along his shaft, groaning softly to himself as his eyes closed. He imagined her smooth cunt gripping his cock as he held her ass, fucking her deep. He quickly rubbed one out into a tissue and cleaned up before his next class. 

Friday afternoon, Maggie stopped at a local coffee shop after work. She saw John sitting outside, seemingly alone, in what looked like the same slacks and sweater vest he had worn during their first meeting. John looked up from his laptop as he heard her approaching and smiled. 

"Fancy meeting you here," John said, looking Maggie over in her black dress and white cardigan.

Maggie smiled, "Are you alone?" she asked then took a sip of her latte. 

John pushed some papers over on the table, making room for her to sit down. "Yes, madam," he replied.

She nodded and sat down next to him, admiring a stack of what seemed to be student's papers. "A professor's job is never done?" she teased him.

"It's done when I want it to be," John said sipping his black coffee. "Or when the students get ancy." 

Maggie crossed her legs and leaned to her right, towards John, "Do you mind some company?"

John shook his head, "Of course not, but I need to ask you a question first."

"What's that?" Maggie asked, raising a brow.

"Did you do some stalking and leave flowers on my office door the other day?" he asked writing a grade at the top of a paper then looked over at Maggie.

She blushed.

"Well?" he asked again putting the cap on a red pen, putting it down on top of the stack of papers.

"Maybe, maybe I did," Maggie said, smiling softly.

John smiled, "I thought it was you."

Maggie sipped her latté quietly, grinning behind the cup.

"Why did you do it Maggie?" he asked.

"Because you deserve to smile," she replied softly, raising her eyes to John's.

John looked at her pretty hazel eyes, part of him wanted to grab her and take her into the restroom and fuck her silly. But he pushed those thoughts away, "I smiled all day, thank you."

"I'm glad I could help."

They began talking about his work, plans for the weekend and standard coffee shop conversation. Eventually, Maggie had to know, "So, tell me about your wife."

"My wife," John looked at her slightly puzzled, "what do you want to know?"

Maggie made a thoughtful face and finished up her drink. "About her, about you and her, about your relationship."

John sighed and fingered the insulator sleeve on his coffee cup, "Well, we've been married fifteen years and I've begun to split my days into good days and divorce days," he said softly. Maggie listened intently as he continued. "It's more often bad days."

Maggie nodded, showing concern, "Do you fight a lot?"

John shook his head, "Arguments, no. But non-verbal quiet fights, yes. She's my wife and I love her. But now-a days..."

Maggie reached over and gently set her hand on top of his, squeezing softly. 

"It's probably almost over, I don't know how much longer we can last. Or, I should say, I can last like this."

Maggie gulped, "I'm sorry."

John squeezed her hand back, "Don't be, it's not your fault," he smiled reassuringly. 

She nodded, "Just do what makes you happy because you deserve it."

John nodded back with his new friend and changed the subject, "Oh, this might sound silly, but I have a band."

"A band?" Maggie asked, keeping her hand softly cupped in his.

John grinned, "Yes, a band. More like, friends getting together and playing to let off steam."




Professor's Pet Ch. 00



Maggie playfully smiled, "What do you play?"

"Bass."

Maggie's smile widened as she rubbed her slender fingers against John's long callused fingers, "Bass, huh? You keep upping your sexy meter." She felt his fingers, her mind wandering to how they would feel inside her. 

John laughed, "Well, I'm not sure about that."

"I am," she said with a twinkle in her eye making John blush.

He cleared his throat before continuing, "Well, we have an open mic night show next Friday..." he trailed off.

"Is that an invitation, professor?"

John nodded, "I'd be very pleased if you came."

Maggie let go of his hand, reached onto the pile for his red pen and wrote her e-mail address down on a napkin, "Send me the information, I'd love to come." She folded up the napkin and smiled handing it to John.

John took the napkin and put it into his pocket. He looked down at his watch, "Damn, I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago to start dinner. I'm sorry Maggie, but I have to run," he said loading up his laptop quickly and the papers and notes into his bag. 

Maggie watched him scramble and picked up both their cups from the table and threw them in the trash. "I'll see you next week, then." 

John stood and walked out of the coffee shop with Maggie, "I just hope I don't embarrass myself in front of such a pretty lady as you."

She chuckled and got her keys from her purse, "I'm sure you won't. Have a good night, John," she said and they both went to their cars. 

As the week passed both Maggie and John continued having recurring daydreams about each other. Maggie wanted him: inside her, around her, over her. She longed for his lips on hers. She became infatuated with thoughts of him. She could go out of her way to see him, but she didn't. Constantly she reminded herself he was married. Could she be the other woman? Did she have that in her? It's just, so, wrong. But, when she thought about him, she pined for him. "I'll be good. He's married, it would be his decision to cheat, not mine," she thought as she went to sleep Thursday evening. 

John spent his week in and out of class, busy with his kids and attending open house at the eldest's school. To his surprise, his wife came onto him Wednesday morning before she had to leave for work. He started slow with his wife, mounted between her thighs, driving his cock in and out of her. John used his fingers, tickling her clit as she moaned and sighed beneath him. She orgasmed quickly as her husband drove into her carefully digging himself inside her. Her cunt quivered and clenched around him. 

Once she was satisfied, he picked up the pace. Unlike their usual lovemaking sex, he began ramming her, grunting as the force grew. He fucked her hard, thinking of Maggie, fucking his wife how he dreamed of fucking Maggie. 

His wife groaned in disgust as he used her. She tried to get him to stop, complaining that she would be late for work. But he didn't stop. He rammed and pounded into his wife, eyes closed, blocking out her pleas. He roared as he let out his built up seed into his wife, panting as she stared up at him wide eyed and terrified about what came over her husband. 

John rolled over onto his back and smiled. His wife was stunned for a moment before shaking her head and crawling out of bed. 

Friday was an eternity for both John and Maggie. The weather had turned colder, a hint at the upcoming winter. Finally, the sun had begun to set as Maggie drove to the edge of downtown to a quaint bar's address she had written down. She wondered if his family would be there, if this was really a good idea. She parked her car and checked her makeup one last time in the flip-down mirror before slipping out into the parking lot. As she walked up the sidewalk, she grew nervous and clasped her hands into fists inside her coat pockets.

Maggie fumbled with her wallet to get her ID out of its window sleeve. She smiled as she handed it to the doorman.

He looked it over and looked at Maggie, "Twenty-six, I wouldn't have guessed," he said as he handed her ID back.

Maggie smiled and put it back into her wallet, "Thanks, I get it all the time," and she passed into the bar.

Her heart fluttered as she looked around, unbuttoning her coat due to the warmth of the stuffy bar, exposing the full length of her dress. Her tea length dress sat just below her knees. Mostly white with a black flower pattern that grew thicker as the skirt of her dress flowed out. A black petticoat peaked out under the hem of the skirt and a dark red sash clenched high on her waist, tied at her back. Maggie looked for a small empty table and draped her coat over the back of the chair and hopped into the high seat, crossing her stockinged legs and hooking the heel of a black strappy stiletto into the bar of the chair. 

Maggie's eyes darted around and she felt her face heat up, a mix of nervousness and the over working heater making her go flush. A chipper waitress stopped by and took her drink order, and promptly returned with an Absolut screwdriver. Maggie thanked her and spun the straw in her drink looking around for John. 

Suddenly she saw him out of the corner of her eye, his unmistakable face complete with a coarse goatee framing his mouth accenting his thicker nose. She tried not to stare, watching him talk with his wife. His kids climbing on him, too big to do so, but he didn't seem to mind. Maggie smiled to herself with the straw between her lips. 

He hugged his kids goodbye, who seemed to wish him luck, and kissed his wife gently on the lips. Maggie sank in her seat as she felt like someone had stabbed her with a knife when she saw him kiss her. She knew he was taken, even married. But she never thought she'd see him kiss her. 

Maggie sucked the rest of her drink down and the waitress took note, returning with another. Maggie thanked her and tried to take deep breaths, closing her eyes to shake the hatred for a woman she didn't even know rising inside her. Was she jealous of her? Why would she be jealous, it's just silly? He had never lied to her. Maggie considered leaving, she didn't know if she was up for this, whatever this was.

She saw John's wife, seemingly happy, approach her. Maggie straightened out as his middle daughter started skipping and hopped into a seat in front of her. His family piled into the chairs around the table. Maggie rubbed her fingers through the condensation on her glass and took a few more deliberate sips. She told herself she was being stupid as she heard his kids start talking to their mom about how excited they were, sipping on their Shirley Temples. 

Maggie tried not to stare, but snuck glances at John's wife. She wasn't ugly, or pretty, she had aged as her children grew up and the last time she actually cared about her hair was probably her wedding day. She was of average size, and had a few wrinkles around her eyes that got deeper with each passing year. 

John had emerged on stage with his band mates, one of whom was William, setting up his drum kit. They did some last minute set up and sound checks. More people had begun filling in the open areas in the bar until it was full. It was a rather large crowd for an open mic night. 

Maggie continued watching him, studying the way he moved, so focused. She smiled, adoring his punk-teacher look; he wore a light blue untucked dress shirt hanging around the hips of his chinos and a dark blue striped tie that was tied oddly around his neck. He wore his glasses and Maggie smirked as he ran his hand through his curly hair before picking up his bass and putting the strap over his shoulder. "You're so fucking sexy," she whispered to herself.

John fumbled with the strings on his bass, tuning it. He looked out to the crowd, to his children and wife and smiled and waved. Then his eyes moved just a bit further and he saw Maggie sitting up with perfect posture, sipping a cocktail from the tiny straw between her lips. 

His heart leapt. She had come. She was here for him and that meant everything to him. Maggie bowed her head just slightly and smiled as their eyes met. John puckered his lips, it was meant for her, but his wife sat directly in front and giggled in response.

The singer and guitarist, a man about John's age but seemed to have less of his life taken by stress and family came up to the mic and said, "Sound check. Check, check. One, Two, check."

There was a moment of pause and some sound work done. All four men fumbled around with their instruments. The crowd buzzed, unfocused. But Maggie's eyes were stuck on John.

"Thanks for coming out everyone. We are The Ruffled Feathers. I hope you enjoy us," the singer said.

Maggie chuckled at the band's name then batted her eyelashes and looked at John from across the room. He bowed his head this time and she smiled big in response, giggling in a giddy schoolgirl way. It was too loud in the bar for anyone to hear her delightful squeal.

The Ruffled Feathers opened with a funky song. The lyrics were kind of mumbled but Maggie didn't care. She watched John pluck the thick strings on his bass, his fingers slapping the strings and body of the instrument. He was crisp and precise even with the funky bass line. Maggie couldn't have told you what the song was about, but she didn't mind.

They played three songs, all rock with funk and jazz undertones. The band's nervousness seemed to fade, as they got deeper into the set. During the songs John's eyes would dart to Maggie as if he was playing to impress her. Maggie slowly sipped her drink listening to the music and smiling when he smiled at her. 

Between each song the crowd clapped and cheered, apparently a lot of people liked The Ruffled Feathers. She noticed that his son had begun leaning against his mom like he was getting tired.

"We have one more song for you guys, stick around for Billy Beane's Prospect Farm after this," the singer said into the mic.

Silence lingered for a moment. Broken by the sound of John's bass slowly pumping out a heavy, thick line. The rest of the band slowly came in. Maggie watched more intent than before, she felt the sexy thrum of the rhythm between her thighs grow into a slow crescendo with the song. Maybe it was that she was a little bit buzzed and the reverberations of the music flowed out into the audience but she rubbed her thighs together. The words to the song became a blur to her after the first few lines. The tingles in her body, everything, telling her she needed to have this man. 

The music faded down to the same bass line the song began with and Maggie clapped loud with a huge grin painted on her face when they finished. The band got their equipment off the stage to make way for the next band. 

Eventually, John returned from back stage and headed for his family. Maggie bit her lip, sipped her drink and patiently waited. She listened and watched him interact with his kids and wife. The woman he was married to seemed distant and just plain exhausted. His wife sat quiet while his daughters climbed into his lap hugging him, telling him how great he was. Maggie nodded to herself in agreement with their statements. 

Suddenly the girls' bliss was broken, "Come on girls, we need to head home. Johnny needs to get home, he's not feeling very well."

"But I wanna stay!" the oldest daughter protested, grabbing onto her father's arm.

"Me too! Me too!" the other chimed in after her sister. 

Maggie giggled quietly watching how cute his girls were. 

John kissed both his daughters cheeks, "You two need to get home, its getting too late for little angels like you to be out."

"Are you staying?" his wife asked coldly.

The girls piled out of John's lap as he replied, "Yes, its proper etiquette to stay and watch the other bands."

His wife rolled her eyes and sighed, preparing to shuffle the kids out of the bar before it became overcrowded with youth. "Don't stay out too late. We have brunch with the Donaldson's tomorrow." 

John nodded and got up, holding both his daughters hands as he walked his family out.

Maggie waited patiently for him to return, in the mean time she ordered and received another drink and spun the straws ritually. She was infuriated with how his wife acted towards him. "You can't show him any love when he just stood up there and played in front of all these people? Fucking bitch. And what was that about not staying out too late? He's not a kid," she mumbled to herself as the next band began their sound check.

John returned and went to his friends. He knew Maggie was there but he had priorities. She saw him across the room at a table with his band mates, cheering and downing a beer with them. She stayed in her seat for several minutes before picking up her drink and purse and walking across the room, squeezing between tables and standing patrons.

Maggie tapped John lightly on the shoulder. He quickly spun around, his eyes widened at her striking beauty accented by her delicate dress. John's friends looked at her like they had never seen a woman before.

"Hi," she said with a soft smile.

"Hello," he returned the smile, "I'm glad you came out."

"I am too. You were great." She looked out to his friends and winked at William, "You were all great," she said before looking back up at John. "You didn't embarrass yourself one bit."

John chuckled, "Well, thank you."

Maggie ran her fingertips lightly along his shirt covered forearm, "That last song, who wrote it?"

"I did, why?"

Maggie blushed, "It was a really hot song, I mean really hot. Made me get all tingly inside," she whispered.

John cleared his throat but his voice remained husky, "Is that so?"

Maggie nodded, "Yes sir. But, um, I should probably be going," she continued whispering.

He frowned and looked down at her, "Oh, that's not good news, I wish you'd stay for a bit longer" he paused. "Let me walk you to your car."

"I need to grab my coat, I'll be right back," she said as she pulled her hand away from his arm and walked back across the bar. 

John smiled as she turned away and he went back to his friends finishing his beer. 

The singer chided him, "She's fucking hot, if you're not going to bang that, I will."

"Shut up," John hissed. 

William gave him a knowing smile and shook his head behind his beer.

"I'm just speaking the truth," his friend continued leaning his head to the side to get a better view of Maggie as she walked across the bar and picked up her coat. "I mean come on, look at those legs, that ass, she's pretty and I bet she screams real loud while a cock is being pounded into her tight little..." His words were cut off as John jabbed his elbow into his ribs.

"I said shut up," he grumbled. "She's a lady, and you don't talk about ladies like that."

His friend rubbed his side and surrendered, "Sorry, man. Sorry."

John looked over at the door and saw Maggie waiting for him. He put some cash down on the table and told the guys to get a round on him. He walked over to her. His heart raced. Was his friend right? Did she scream like a silly slut when she was being fucked? Was her cunt so tight it could suck the life from him? 

He shook his head to get those thoughts from his mind as he neared her and replaced them with a smile, "Maggie, I really wish you could stay a bit longer. I promise my friends don't bite."

Maggie laughed and buttoned her black, wool, trench coat up, the hem of her dress peeked out underneath, "I said I'd love to come see you play, but I do have to work in the morning," she said with a smile as they walked out the door.

"Fuck!" they both grumbled as the cold wind hit them on the face outside.

Maggie shivered and John instinctively wrapped his arm around her, bringing her close at his side. It felt natural. They walked, locked together down the sidewalk.

"You look gorgeous tonight," he said, smelling the sweet smell of her hair against his chest.

Maggie made a little giggle, "Thank you. And you're handsome as ever."

John left his coat inside but her warmth was all he needed for the moment. "Can I see you again?" he asked as they stepped into the parking lot.

"If we're lucky," she teased him repeating the same words he said to her two weeks ago, nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

John kissed the top of her head before he let her go from his embrace, suddenly freezing, he wrapped his arms around himself and hopped around like a little kid needing to use the restroom. He waited for her to dig her keys from her purse and open the door. 

He held it open and helped her slide into the drivers seat, "You okay to drive?" he asked.

Maggie nodded, her voice clear, "Yes sir. Pinky promise," she smiled and put the key into the ignition. The smile faded as the car clicked but wouldn't turn over. "But, apparently my car isn't." She tried again several times before letting out a sigh and slumped back into her seat.

John looked down at her. Her lips were folded into the sweetest pout, and she was suddenly a damsel in distress needing to be saved. 

He placed his hand on her shoulder, "Pop the hood, I'll try giving you a jump. I'll be right back with my car."

Maggie nodded, still pouting. 

John ran to his car across the parking lot. The professor parked his black family sedan nose to nose with Maggie's white Jetta. The married man retrieved his jumper cables and attached the red to the red and the black to the black. 

Maggie peeked her head out from the corner of her open door, "Thank you."

John smiled, "You're welcome." 

Then he went to his car and started revving the engine. He and Maggie worked together trying to pump juice into her battery. After several minutes he undid the cables and she tried to start the engine once more. Nothing.

"Fuck!" Maggie screamed from the drivers seat, slapping her hands on the wheel. 

John came over to her and squatted down by her open door, he placed his hand, tentatively, on Maggie's knee. "Hey, hey. It's not a big deal. The battery is probably just shot. Tomorrow, just come up here with someone and change it out. I'm sure it will be just fine," he said calmly, rubbing her soft skin under her stockings, his fingers caressing her flesh.

Maggie frowned and pouted out her bottom lip, looking over at him. "Thanks, for trying though. Let me call some friends and see who can come get me."

John shook his head, "That's absurd. I'll take you home, Maggie."

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to put a damper on your evening with the guys."

John's fingers stretched out and grazed across the warm flesh of her low inner thigh, he wanted to push his hand further up, but he continued to just touch her softly. 

"I am sure. It's no trouble," he smiled reassuring her.

Maggie whimpered softly at his touch. She ached for more; she ached for him to take her for his own and forget everything about his life, at least for a few moments. She simply nodded after a moment and slid out of her seat and locked up her car. He took her hand and helped her out, watching her dress cascade down around her knees, flowing perfectly with the gentle petticoat.

"I have to run inside and get my coat then I'll be right back. Go ask the attendant how much it will be to keep the car overnight. You don't want to get towed," John said, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a few twenty-dollar bills. 

Maggie looked at the money then back up at him, "You don't have to, you're already doing enough." She pushed his hand back towards his pocket. 

John grabbed her wrist and crumpled the money into her palm. "You came out here for me, it's the least I can do. I'll be right back, I promise." he said, leaving the money in her hand and hurried back inside.

When he returned, Maggie was returning from the attendant with a little card in her hand. She opened her door, stuck the parking pass on the dashboard and locked up again. 




Professor's Pet Ch. 00



John came to the passenger side and opened the door for her, the case for his bass slung over his shoulder. Maggie smiled and slid inside, though she couldn't help but think about how many times his wife had sat in this seat before. She wanted to be here with him so she shook off the invading thoughts of his wife as she buckled her seatbelt.

John slid his bass into the backseat and went to the drivers side and plopped down in his seat, and then started up the car, "Where to?"

"I live off Nottingham. It's not even a mile from the store where I saw you last week," Maggie said as he pulled out of the parking lot and took a left.

"Gotcha. You know, that's not too far from my place," he said as he joined the other cars on the road and started heading to Maggie's apartment. 

His arm rested on the console, fingers drumming nervously on the gearshift. He didn't know what he was going to do when they got back to her place; it all seemed too easy, too perfect.

An awkward silence lingered for several minutes and Maggie stared out the window, "That last song, the one I liked, is it new?"

John rolled to a stop at a red light and looked over at her. Her beauty illuminated by the city streetlights, "Yes it is. Why?"

Maggie kept her eyes out the window and fiddled with her fingers in her lap, "Did you write it for me?" she asked softly.

"Sort of. Yes. I mean, no. Well, yes," he fumbled for words. 

Maggie laughed and looked over at him, catching his eyes with hers, "Well, what is it? I don't think I imagined its intensity."

The light changed to green and John hit the accelerator. Maggie rested her hand on top of his, slowly drawing her fingers over the bones of his hand. 

"When I wrote it, I was thinking about you, yes," he admitted. "You are my muse, if you will. I wouldn't say I wrote it for you, specifically," his nerves tingled at her gentle touch. "But, I would say you inspired it."

Maggie smiled and returned to looking out the window, watching people pass by in their cars. After a few moments she spoke, "I'm glad I can provide you with inspiration."

The rest of the ride was filled with common conversation until they reached her apartment and she led him through other buildings to hers. They pulled into her assigned parking spot.

"Would you like to come in? I baked cupcakes; tomorrow is my work friend's birthday. I have plenty. It's the least I can do for all your kindness," she said looking at him, longing to stay together if only a little longer.

John turned off his car and took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact with Maggie. He went over the pros and cons of a cupcake that could mean a lot more in his head before answering. "Maggie..."

"I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she said rushing her words, shaking her head violently. 

John squeezed her hand in an effort to calm her down, "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'd love a cupcake."

Maggie clenched her fingers around his hand, "Sorry, I just... Sorry."

He leaned over and brushed a few stray chestnut strands from her face. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'd love a cupcake, but first, tell me what kind it is."

Maggie's lips broke into a quivering smile, "Strawberry with cream cheese frosting." 

John made an approving sound and returned her smile. "Sounds delightful."

They both unbuckled their seatbelts and Maggie led him across the courtyard to her apartment. They walked in silence, accompanied by the wind rulsting the trees. 

She opened the door and let him inside, both of them too nervous to say anything. John looked around her apartment. The grown up decor was comforting. He knew she wasn't an overgrown adolescent. She knew what she was doing, what she wanted and where she was going.

He watched her unbutton her coat and hang it in the coat closet by the door and walk to the bar to feed her four beta fish, each a different color and each in their own bowl. She glided across her apartment in her stilettos, her dress ruffling around her knees. 

The apartment smelled of vanilla and cinnamon candles she had lit earlier. He was being welcomed into her home, her charm, her grace, and he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself. He removed his jacket and draped it over the backrest of the chaise lounge. 

"What are their names?" he asked as she fed the last fish.

Maggie turned and grinned, "This is Sammy," she said pointing to the dark green fish, "Pinkie," the pink one, "Hellfire," the red one, "And this is Stinky, or Spot, but his nickname is Stinky cause he has the worst bowl to clean out."

John came to her side and bent down to look at the separated fish, "My oldest, Abby, has a pink beta, like that one. He tries to jump out of his bowl too much for my comfort."

Maggie giggled, "Yeah, I used to have one that liked attempted suicide as well. I put a screen over it and held it with a rubber band. It worked well."

John smiled, "I can't believe I didn't think of that. Good tip. Thank you fish lady," he teased her.

She shook her head and sashayed her way into the kitchen. John couldn't help but watch her hips sway and enjoy the ruffle her petticoat gave. He eyed her stocking legs for the first time. He knew they were stockings, this time he was sure. His cock stirred in his khakis as he watched her move. He settled down onto the chaise to block his view and calm down.

Maggie returned with a white frosted cupcake and a napkin and handed it to John. "Enjoy," she said with a warm smile and sat down next to him. She could feel her heart beating in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. 

John took a big bite out the cupcake, smearing icing into his mustache. "This is really good," he said covering his mouth as he chewed. 

She winked and patted his thigh, "I have more where that came from."

John coughed and then took another nervous bite of his treat. Did she want him as badly as he wanted herWas this all his imagination built on a fantasy that turned into a deep-rooted infatuation? He didn't know her well, but he knew he needed to have her. Somehow. He ate slowly, enjoying the perfect cupcake, in this perfect apartment, with this perfect woman. 

Maggie looked at him shyly, like she wanted to say something but kept her lips sealed. He finished the treat and wiped his mouth with the napkin. 

"John."

"Yes, Maggie?"

She looked away for a brief moment then back at him, his face seemed to hide the angst bubbling inside him. "What time do you need to be home?"

He looked at his watch, "Sometime between now and an hour or so."

Maggie rubbed her lips together before speaking, "Would you like to lay in bed with me?" John raised a brow. "Not sex, just lay in bed. I know it's weird. I just want to lie together. I promise, I won't do anything bad."

John turned a bit flushed. He wanted to pick her up, take her to bed and ravish her. Not tonight. At least he didn't think that would be tonight. "Sure," he said.

Maggie stood and held out her hand for him to take and follow her into her room. He took it and followed close behind, watching her bum bounce as her hips swayed. He adored the red sash high on her waist and how it drew his attention to the curve of her chest. She looked over her shoulder to him as she opened the door to her bedroom.

Once again, he was delighted with the tranquility her apartment exuded. He stepped out of his shoes and left them below the foot of her bed. She chose the right side by her night table and sat down. 

His pulse pounded as she crossed her legs and the skirt of her dress rode up and flowed down. He could see the taste of nude lace across her thighs a shiny purple garter attached. His cock stirred in reaction. 

Maggie bent at her waist and leaned over, her cleavage inviting his eyes. He took a stuttering breath as she delicately unbuckled the ankle strap of her heels. Her bosom gave a delightful jiggle as she switched legs. John licked his lips as she took off her other shoe, and then pulled his eyes away. He went to the left and sat down on top of her crisp white down comforter.

He waited until Maggie laid back and he followed suit, falling into the soft fluffy pillows. Her bed was supportively soft. He always loved soft beds, but his wife wanted the really firm bed because it was better for her back. He let out a satisfied and content sigh. 

Maggie smiled over at him, her hair beautifully draped across the pillows. She rolled over onto her side and softly laid her hand on his chest, stroking the silk of his tie. John scooted over a little, lessening the space between their bodies. 

Maggie draped her leg over his, her fluffy skirt strewn over the bed. She closed her eyes breathing in his scent, complemented with light cologne. John closed his eyes and brought her closer with his arm around her back, hand resting on her side, just under the curve of her breast. 

"John," she said, looking up, trailing her fingers softly around the outline of his goatee.

His organ pulsed in his slacks as he ran his hand over her curve, fingers barely grazing the side of her bust. He felt the smooth fabric over her dress scratch under his roughened fingertips. He didn't answer, instead he relaxed in the moment, her warmth against him, nervous but content with Maggie so close.

"I have a confession to make," Maggie whispered, lifting her face so she could see his eyes. Their noses were close, barely nuzzling each other. "I've, um, I've been thinking about you since the day we met. I'm sorry, but I can't help it."

John blinked his eyes and lifted his hand, caressing her cheek, "I know, I've felt it too."

Maggie rested her forehead against his, and laid her head on his pillow. Their lips so close. It felt like sparks were passing between them. "I want you, but it's wrong. I need you, but you're married. I don't want you to cheat," she said as she trailed her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, carefully feeling his body.

Their mouths brushed against the others as they spoke, too timid to press together, but oh, so close. Every touch made Maggie and John both grow warm. 

"I've never thought about cheating," John said slowly, the words making him sting inside. "But, I met you and now it's all I can think about."

Their pulses grew steadier in unison, audible in their breaths. John traced his fingers along the lines of her jaw and collarbone, his other hand holding her. Maggie's nose brushed against his and her palm flattened and rubbed his lower stomach, fingers daring to keep going.

"I could care for you, John. Maybe even love you. I could give you what you need and desire," Maggie said. Her words making John's manhood ache as he fought with morality. "But I can't and it hurts."

John used his hand to angle her head down and pressed his lips against her forehead, "I know," he said after gently kissing her.

Maggie pushed her fingers down, grazing over the erection evident beneath his pants. She rubbed for a moment, John let out a hoarse groan feeling her hand on him, knowing the pleasure it would bring. 

Suddenly she pulled her hand away like she had touched something scalding hot, "Sorry. I'm sorry," she said.

John took her wrist and shook his head. He placed her hand back over his crotch and she obediently massaged his strained cock. 

"See what you do to me. Do you see how you make me feel?" John whispered.

She whimpered and rubbed her stockinged toes against his calf. Her hand cupped and rubbed against him. 

John groaned, "No one else has touched me for fifteen years, Maggie."

Maggie rubbed her thighs together under her dress, her panties damp. His arousal prominent to her, she felt the ridge of his head through the clothing. 

"I want this so bad," she whispered, stroking her hand against him, her fingers reaching all the way behind his balls. "I don't want to be a bad person. I don't want people to get hurt."

John covered her forehead in tender kisses, moaning against her face as she groped him. "You're not a bad person. Naughty, maybe, but not bad." He leaned away from her so he could see her eyes. They looked so concerned, yet full of lust. "But not tonight. If this is going to happen, it won't be tonight. I have to get home. But god, Maggie, I want you. But not tonight, okay?"

Maggie slowly pulled her hand away and nodded, "I understand."

"Are you upset?"

"No," she said. "I'm not. You're married. I can never be upset. Just know there's a girl here who wants you."

John smiled, "Be a good girl for me. If this is right, it will happen."

Maggie kept her eyes on his, biting her lip and nodding. "I'm sorry," she said hesitantly.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for. I took your invitation and came inside. I followed you to your bed. It's choices Maggie. You didn't make me do anything," he said rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. "You're beautiful, you know that right?"

Maggie blushed and played coy, looking away.

John chuckled, "It's true. And trust me, It's hard to turn this down, but I have to get home."

Maggie leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Let me walk you out."

"I'd love that," he said. He then sat up, leaving her warmth behind and got his shoes back on.

Maggie watched him, propped up on her elbow. She slid out of her bed when he was ready. John held out his hand and helped her out of bed. She led him into the living room. He put his jacket on and Maggie kept a soft smile on her lips though inside she was aching. This was reality. 

They got to the door and John looked down at her. "Be a good girl, for me," he said planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

"I'll miss you," Maggie whispered, reaching for the doorknob.

John nodded, "Just wait. The time will be right, someday."

Maggie opened the door and let him out. He walked through the courtyard back to his car, unable to believe that he turned her down. Maggie locked up and went back into her room, undressed herself, leaving her clothing in a heap on the floor. She threw a pink t-shirt on with her purple lace panties and crawled into bed. She rested her head on the pillow he was using and fell asleep breathing in his scent. 

Days passed slowly. Maggie felt like this was all a dream and didn't want to push herself on him anymore. She fought with demons inside of her, begging her to act, begging her to do what she wanted. 

On the way to work Wednesday morning, she found herself in the visitor parking lot of the university again. She picked up her purse and a sealed envelope out of the passenger seat and turned off her car. Her hands shook as she walked through the buildings. "Was this too much... Is this just a game?" she thought as she hurried through campus. 

It was later this time. Late morning. It was too late for him to not have gotten to his office yet. She took a deep breath that came out in a fog before she opened the door. This time she new exactly where to go. Up the stairs to the second floor, take a left down to room 224, passed the other offices and weaving in and out of other professors and students.

As she approached her heart sped up. His door was open. She heard his voice coming out into the hallway accompanied with a voice of a young male. She stood next to the door and waited patiently, listening to John discuss the lecture topic from today with his student. Her fingers trembled. She continued to wait, rubbing her toes inside her pumps on the tile floor.

Several minutes later, the student came out of his office. She waited a few more moments, not wanting to be too obvious, and then she stepped into the doorway and rapped on his door. John looked up from his computer, delightfully surprised. He took in the view of her wearing a pink and red argyle sweater vest over a red button down, black slacks, a hint of stocking on the top of her foot inside her black heels. He was stunned, admiring how her layered top hugged against her tits that he had gotten so close to feeling in his hand. If only he had let down his guard.

John cleared his throat but his voice remained husky, "Maggie," he greeted her.

"Professor, do you have a moment?" she asked and smiled, admiring his tan tweed suit, complete with a very professor-like yellow bow tie. Anxiously, she rubbed the bead of her tongue piercing between her lips. The silver of her tongue stud caught John's eye. She kept reminding herself to be calm and professional.

He peered at her after the rims of his spectacles, "Come in, please. Have a seat."

Maggie walked into his office; the room exuded his fine choices and education. She walked slowly, looking at his degrees and the over stuffed bookshelf. 

She stopped at the front of his desk, resting one hand on top of the beautiful worn cedar, "Thank you sir, but I don't need a seat. I just have something to give you," her voice was soft, nervous for anyone outside the office to hear.

John raised a brow and leaned towards her, "You do? Let's have it then."

"Yes, sir," Maggie placed the envelope on his desk and pushed it towards him. 

Their fingers brushed and teased each other as he took the envelope. He leaned back in his chair, pressing all his fingers against the envelope. It felt soft and he knew something was in there besides a few sheets of paper, but he kept his cool. 

"Thank you Maggie, I will get right on this after class."

She nodded and leaned further across his desk. John could smell her familiar sweet soapy aroma. 

She whispered, "It's very important you are alone when it is opened." She placed her hand on top of his, traced his fingers with hers and then turned on her heel and left his office without another word.

John looked at the time; he hadn't opened the envelope and put it into the top drawer of his desk. He continued grading for the remainder of his office hour and another student came in with a few questions. His student continued with chatter passed his office time, he politely told him he needed to get to lunch and shuffled him out of his office. He closed and locked his door and sat back down behind his desk. 

His stomach turned to anxious knots as he pulled the drawer open and laid the puffy envelope flat on his desk in front of him. "Professor Gottschalk" it said in beautiful flowing letters across the front. His mouth went dry as he opened it. 

Green lace caught his eye, "Oh fuck," he mumbled. He dipped his fingers inside and pulled out the flimsy green lace with genuine care. He laid the panties down on the desk, running his fingers over the lace. 

He examined the details. Soft green sheer lace with an innocent flower pattern was dominant over the expanse of the garment. In the middle of the front ribbons came up from the crotch to the top in a criss cross pattern closed off with a pretty silk bow of the matching green. The hip band was made solely of lace and met together at the back forming a sweet classy thong. He picked up the panties in his hand, rubbing his fingers together over the sexy womanly lingerie. John opened the letter than had accompanied the panties. He quietly read aloud:

John, I need you to know how much I want you. When I go to sleep, I keep myself warm with thoughts of you and hope I will be lucky enough to see you in my dreams. When I find myself daydreaming, you are always there. When I think about you, my heart speeds up and my body aches. I want you, John. I need you. The attraction I have for you is stronger than anything I have ever felt. I know it's terribly wrong and I won't push you anymore. You have my word. Just know that there is a girl who is plagued by thoughts of you, who desires to give you everything you want, who wants to fill the void inside you. I know you have needs that you can't deny. I know you used all your strength to not ravish me last week. But please, don't do anything because of me. Do it because you want to, and when you're ready, one day, you will be inside my panties. Until then, professor, know that you will be the object of my fantasies. Love, Maggie




Professor's Pet Ch. 00



As he finished reading his cock was aching, he was too occupied with the panties and letter to give it notice before. He unzipped his slacks and pulled his aching organ out of his fly. 

"Oh Maggie, Maggie, what are you doing to me," he said as he held the panties in his hand and began stroking himself. The lace was soft against his erection, carefully dragging his hand along his pole and his eyes fluttered closed. "I need you too, Maggie. I need your soft lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me inside your mouth. Oh yes, that would be so fucking good," he mumbled, easing the tension in the shaft with his hand. 

Inside his mind, Maggie was on her knees, worshiping his cock with her mouth, suckling and licking his erect flesh. She'd run her tongue over his balls and work her hand over his slick erection. "I need to know what you feel like, oh god. I need to be inside you... fuck..." He quickly grabbed a tissue and closed his eyes again, "You're so pretty with a cock in your mouth, aren't you, Maggie... Rubbing that tongue stud all over my cock," he grumbled and groaned, "fuck," his chest heaved as his cum emptied from his balls into the tissue. "A nice creamy load for you, Maggie," he said quietly with his head back against his chair. 

Days passed typically, and Maggie began to wonder if she had gone too far. She checked her e-mail regularly for any sign of John but always came up short. She had to remind herself he had priorities. He had children, and a wife. "I'm just being silly. This is just silly. I mean come on, this is stupid," she had said to herself staring out the windows at work Saturday afternoon, willing John to come in.

Little did she know John had a terrible day. In the morning, his mother came to pick up the kids for a few hours. He thought this would be an opportune time for him and his wife to have some alone time. He was wrong. She was cleaning up after breakfast with his help. While he rinsed and she dried the dishes he looked over at her, "You know Tammy, we're alone," he said to his wife with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

"I know," she replied, continuing to dry dishes.

John finished and turned off the water, he helped dry the last few plates and put them away. He set a skillet on the counter and came up behind his wife and kissed her neck. 

She sighed as he began to softly grind against her ass, "Come on honey, and let me treat you to something special this morning. I want to make you cum for me, please, honey."

"Not now, John, I, we, have things to do," she resisted and nudged herself away.

He wrapped his arm around her, taking her breast into his hand, kneading carefully. "It can wait, I want to please you. I need to taste your pussy," he whispered in her ear. 

She almost gave in, letting her eyes close for a moment. Then she suddenly turned and pushed him away by his shoulders. "I said not now," she growled.

"Come on. Why the hell not?" John demanded. "No one is home. This never fucking happens. All I want to do is let you lie down and relax and pleasure you. I don't need anything, I just want to give to you."

Tammy started scrubbing at a stain on the counter top, frustrated and annoyed, "You can't just snap your fingers and have me at will. I'm your wife not some tramp off the street."

John stared at her with his mouth open, "I never said you were 'some tramp off the street,' all I wanted was to have a good time with my wife. Fuck. You're taking this too far."

"Maybe I am," she hissed, throwing away a wadded up paper towel into the trash. "Or maybe I just want to get some stuff done, like go to the grocery store without the kids begging me to buy chocolate and sugary pop."

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath running his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I just thought... never mind. I'm sorry," he said then left the kitchen. 

The day went from bad to worse. The tension from the morning simmered all day, bubbling up around the edges. He left mid afternoon and went to his office at school to try to get some work done, but it was a pointless effort. He was too hurt from being turned down by his wife. His insides ached and turned. There was no way he could focus on work, so he came back home. 

The kids had returned by then and Abby was practicing for her upcoming recital at the piano in the living room. He stood at the door watching silently as his wife was hard on their daughter. Every mistake she made was terrible, every blip and slipped finger seemed to be the worst thing in the world. It was too much, "She's just a kid," he thought, feeling anger nearly burst inside him. Once Tammy started her "Only quality counts and you should only be exceptional " speech it was too much for him.

"Give her a break!" John thundered from the doorway. Both his wife and daughter gasped and turned around. "Abby, darling, it sounds great! Yeah there's a few rough spots but you have a few days to work it out. It will be great, don't let her get you down," he said. 

Then he turned his attention to his wife, "And you need to stop being so wicked. This is practice. That's what you do; practice. Don't make her hate it. Then, she won't want to play anymore."

Tammy stood quiet with her arms closed over her chest and Abby slipped off the piano bench, nodding to her father before leaving them alone. They had a quiet fight in the living room, not raising their voices so the kids wouldn't hear. The subject went from piano, to work, and to all sorts of family problems. Eventually it all came against him. His wife was picking him apart right there in the living room.

"And you're quite the model of perfection yourself, aren't you John?" she said, glaring at him.

John clenched his fists together, finding some way to let his pent up anger escape without doing anything stupid, like breaking that lamp he hated that sat on an end-table. It was completely out of place. "I'm going to leave. I can't be here. Not with you. Not tonight. I might come back to sleep or I might check into a hotel. But I don't want to see you for a little while."

Tammy just stared at him, mouth gaping. Once he left to go grab a few things, she realized he was serious. She hurried up after him into the bedroom, "You're kidding right?" she asked watching him in the closet picking out a few articles of clothing.

"No, I'm not. I'm not leaving forever. But just leave me alone right now. Please," he said as he stuffed a shirt and pair of jeans into a small duffel bag. He quickly got a pair of boxers out of a drawer then zipped up the bag.

"Why? What did I do?" she scoffed.

"You're being yourself and I just don't feel like taking it right now," he said, slinging the bag over his shoulder. He felt taller and stronger in front of his wife than he had in a long time. "I don't deserve to be torn apart and treated like dirt by you, or anyone. I need to get away for a little while. And if I don't come back by ten o'clock, you're going to tell the kids I'm spending the night at my brothers. Why? I really don't care, you can figure that out."

"No, no, you can't!" Tammy gasped.

John turned and walked out the bedroom door, looking over his shoulder, he said, "Watch me."

He quickly told his kids that he was going to the gym then meeting up with his brother. They begged to come but he said it was a boy's night and that he needed some guy time. He promised them they could go with him next time.

It was still early in the evening when he left. He drove through the city. John went up and down busy roads for a few hours, trying to clear out his head. He passed by the office where Maggie worked. It may have been on purpose, but he wasn't really sure. It was obviously closed at this hour on a Saturday night and he began to wonder if Maggie was home. 

He tried to occupy his mind with other thoughts, but the gorgeous woman who said she could give him everything he desired kept popping into his head. John slammed his hands on the steering wheel in frustration. "I'm a thirty-eight year old man!" he screamed at himself, "A fucking man, and not some bitch to my wife." 

He stopped at a coffee shop, and stayed inside, sipping his caffeine and watching young adults chatter about their immensely difficult lives. At least it was a small distraction. 

Around ten-thirty he left the coffee shop and drove to the nearest cheap motel. He checked in, put the room on a credit card, and got back in his car. He drove around to the back lot and parked his car and sat.

He closed his eyes, calming down for the first time, truly, all day. He left the car on for heating purposes only, and tried to figure out what he was doing. After a few short minutes, he put the car in reverse and left the parking lot. 

He drove down the street, remembering clearly where Maggie lived. His heart began to race the closer he got, "Is this stupid? What if she's not there? What if this had just been a string me a long kind of game that a young woman found amusing?"

He went through the apartments. He kept hearing Maggie's voice in his head, directing him where to go. He passed by her parking spot and sighed with anxious relief when he saw her car parked. After searching the street for a spot, John got out, zipped up his coat, took a deep breath and headed for her apartment. 

He hadn't been this nervous since he went out on a date in his undergraduate years. His heart pounded in his chest, and its sound was audible to his ears. John arrived at her door, looking down at the familiar welcome mat, knowing he was in the right place. 

John lifted his hand, took a stuttering breath and knocked on Maggie's door. 

Inside, Maggie jumped, startled from a knock on her door near midnight. She closed her book and pulled the blanket off her legs before going to the door. 

He waited a few moments, rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. He looked up when he heard the deadbolts clicking. If his heart were to beat any faster, he'd go into cardiac arrest.

The door opened, and the beautiful creature standing inside took John back. She was everything he wanted, he was sure now. He was certain this was no longer going to be a fantasy; this was about to become real. It could be the worst mistake of his life, but he didn't care anymore. He couldn't live not knowing what could have happened. 

He drank her in with his eyes. Suddenly the wind didn't feel as cold against him. Maggie stood there, quiet, letting him look her over and take in everything she encompassed. Standing there in her foyer, wearing only a snug little white t-shirt, no bra and with the cold air coming in from the outside her nipples swelled quickly underneath, poking against the fabric, clearly visible. Her lower belly was on display above her sweet pink and white polka dot silk bikini panties. 

She was everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about since he was young. Standing there she looked like a teen rocker girl he would imagine before bed. But, she was real. She was Maggie.

Maggie moved to the side, stunned for a moment that he was here before she welcomed him inside. She felt confused, she wanted to ask questions, to find out what brought John to her door at nearly midnight. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and closed the door. 

"John, are you alright?" she asked, watching him take off his coat and drape it over the back of her sofa. 

He took a few steps to the stunned girl, seeing her tremble with excitement and a hint of fear. He held her face in his hands and brought her eyes to his, "I'm here, Maggie," he said quietly, looking into her soul.

"Are you sure?" she asked equally quiet.

John leaned his face into hers, tilting his head just a bit to the left. "More sure than I have been about anything in a long, long time," he said, bringing her mouth to his.

Maggie closed her eyes and shuddered a moan against his lips. She dropped her head back against the wall, letting his tongue glide over her lips and into her mouth, accepting him. 

She raised her hands and placed them around his neck, bringing him closer. Their mouths opened and closed together, in perfect harmony. They tasted each other's tongues and mouths. Maggie ran her tongue over his bottom lip, savoring every morsel of him. She felt him, his built up lust and desire spilling out into the way he kissed her. He was gentle and rough, tender and sweet, slow and fast, all mixed together. 

John pressed harder against her, feeling her need. No words were needed. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, giving him a hint to what that little tongue stud could do. She then gave him her tongue in return. He slid his hands down from her cheeks, over her neck and shoulders, past her erect nipples and down her belly, around to her round silk covered ass. He squeezed her cheeks and lifted her up, Maggie responded by wrapping her limbs around him, climbing into his embrace. 

Their lips never parted as he brought her through the living room to her bedroom. Their kissing grew even more intense as he carried her, the lust boiling over. He held her ass and rubbed against her. He bumped Maggie against the door. She giggled against his mouth and reached over, opening it for them. 

John brought Maggie to her bed and laid her down and he straightened out his back, looking down at her. She stretched out across her bed smiling sweetly, inviting him. Her eyes twinkled and her lips shined with saliva from the hungry kiss just moments ago. John admired her laying there.

"What are you waiting for, handsome?" Maggie giggled, sitting up a bit on her elbows.

John leaned down and put his hands on her hips, pushing her little shirt up over her tits. Maggie lifted her arms and shook her brown locks as he pulled her shirt off. Her breasts were more beautiful than he imagined, full, round and creamy with hints of veins running through behind her flesh. Her nipples were perky and erect with brownish pink areola surrounded by the sweetest little bumps.

"You are everything I have ever wanted," he said as he looked at her body and trailed his hand over her hipbone just above her panties.

Maggie blushed like a little girl and bit her lip. Her stomach trembled as he touched her.

John leaned down again and kissed her lips, licking her soft mouth. Maggie loved how his goatee scratched her face as he moved his lips across her cheek to her neck. His hands groped her, holding her tight as if he was worried she would change her mind and run away. She reached for the bottom of his sweater and pulled it up. John's hands only left her for a moment so she could pull it off. 

Maggie opened her legs so he could climb on top of her. He lifted his knees onto her bed and pressed his chest against hers. Her swollen nipples poked through his chest hair. They found each other's mouths again and fought for control of the kiss, playfully fighting with each other's tongues. Loud smacking sounds filled the room as they greedily kissed. 

John played with the tongue stud in her mouth, flicking it with his tongue and playfully pulling on it. Maggie hurried with his belt and fly then lifted her feet and pushed his pants down his legs; John kicked them off to help her. 

John held her tit with his left hand and felt it's weight, squeezing and tugging on it just a bit. He steadied himself with his other arm, holding his hand around Maggie's head. Her hands gripped his sides and hips, pulling him closer to her. Together they began grinding against each other through their underwear. 

Maggie's panties were gathering wetness with each passing second and John's erection somehow had not poked out of the fly of his boxer briefs. Their mouths parted for a moment and they both opened their eyes, panting against each other's mouths.

"John," Maggie said with heavy breath, "May I worship you?"

"Worship me?" John asked, raising an eyebrow with a grin painted on his saliva stained lips.

Maggie nodded, "Yes sir, please," she replied then wiggled out from under him. 

He rolled over onto his side and let her slip away. She got up onto her feet and shimmied her panties down her hips. John watched eagerly as her bare pussy came into view. He hadn't seen a shaved a woman except in porn. His cock was standing straight up, making a tent of his underwear and he wasn't shy about it. He watched as she slowly pushed her panties down, a lingeringly slow strip tease just for him. Finally, her lips came into view, shiny with juices. 

"Damn," John mumbled, "Maggie, you are utterly amazing."

"Thank you sir," she smiled sweetly as she stepped out of her panties and dropped them to the floor. 

Maggie reached for his hand and he willingly gave it. She pulled him off the bed to his feet in front of her and leaned up and dropped a peck on his lips before dropping down to her knees in front of him. 

"John," she said as she pulled his boxer briefs down and his cock sprang out at her. Her thoughts were stopped for a moment as she ogled his length. He was on the larger side over average, thick and veiny. Throbbing and fully erect. Her mouth was near his cock and he could feel her breath on it, "I am going to worship you and give you the most amazing head you have ever had."

"That sounds like quite a statement," he teased and reached down touched his erection, just to make sure he was as hard as he thought he was. He couldn't remember a time he was this erect. 

Maggie's eyes were up to his and she stuck out her tongue dragged it in a slow circle around his bulbous head. "I don't lie, professor."

From that small sensation John's toes curled. He kept his eyes down on her and moved his hand to her hair, brushing a few strands off her face. 

Maggie began to work, holding his cock around the base of his shaft and lapping up along his length, coating his flesh in a layer of saliva. She felt the ridges of his veins against her tongue as she licked and took the time to flutter her tongue against his frelenum. John stuttered out a moan.

Maggie grinned and spit onto his shaft. Using her spit as lube she began gently pulling him, slowly. Her small hand just barely closed around his girth. Her mouth disappeared under him and her back arched forward as she kissed his sac through his pubic hair. He admired her ass from this angle; it was perfect. 

His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned as she sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth. He rarely got head and it never included attention to his balls. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her in closer between his thighs. Maggie complied and slapped her tongue against his taut flesh, reaching back to his taint. She gently tugged on his ball skin with her teeth, and then kissed the area that she pulled on. The grip she had on his cock tightening now and her wrist turning just slightly as she stroked him. 

"Oh god, Maggie, that's good," he mumbled.

Maggie sucked on his balls for a moment longer then pulled her mouth away, "That's not all I can do."

John just nodded, he had no reply to that and wouldn't dare tease her about her skills.

"You ready?" she grinned, her hand pulling his cock hard and fast now.

"For what?" he wheezed.

Maggie dropped her hand and her mouth opened. Her lips spread over the head of his erection, he felt the warmth of her mouth as it surrounded him. John tried to moan but nothing came out from his lips. 

She pushed her mouth further down his shaft and he praised how pretty she looked with her mouth wrapped around his member. Her lips stretched and cheeks were sunken in. He felt his cockhead pressing against the entrance to her throat. 

Maggie reared her mouth back and spit on his shaft. Her spit dangled from her mouth to his aching flesh as she spoke "Oh my goodness, I can't get it in my throat," she said in a playful tone. "It's just so big."

John twirled his fingers in her brown locks, "It's okay, don't worry about..." before he could finish his sentence, Maggie's mouth had swallowed his cock and down into her tight soft throat. She didn't stop till her nose was pressed hard against his pelvis. "Fuck!" he groaned so loud it could have shook the walls of her bedroom. 




Professor's Pet Ch. 02



Maggie pulled into the visitor lot of the university a bit early for her afternoon rendezvous with Professor Gottschalk. The campus was always dead on Friday afternoons. There were very few classes and a vast majority of students had left to go home for the weekend. The school was nearly a ghost town. 

She easily found a spot and parked her white Volkswagen Jetta, singing along with "Something" by the Beatles coming through the speakers. Maggie flipped down the visor and checked herself in the mirror. She had done her hair curly today, sweet brown locks sitting on top of her shoulders in loose ringlets, tucked behind one ear. Her makeup was a bit less than slutty with black eyeliner and gray shadow, black mascara framing her hazel eyes and soft coral on her cheeks. She liberally applied a fresh coat of strawberry gloss to her singing lips, knowing her lover always enjoyed the surprise flavor.

Maggie sat back in her seat and ran her fingers over her pink studded collar. Her phone beeped with an e-mail text message and she reached into the console and looked at it. "Oh from John," she said with glee and she opened it.

Walked to lunch, on the way back. Be back as soon as possible. Please don't leave me! 

"Is that so, professor?" she talked to the phone as she texted back telling him not to worry.

She got out of her car, locked it up with a beep and started heading for the jogging trails she hoped he took for his walk today. Maggie walked down the sidewalks through campus in her innocently slutty attire. 

She wondered what her lover would think of her purple argyle knee high socks with sweet-heeled Mary Janes. The light wind made her just a bit shorter than knee length pleated gray skirt flutter against the sway of her hips. Her purple button down blouse, one button too many undone, gave a glorious peek at her cleavage. The cropped gray cardigan, which she buttoned only the bottom button, did nothing but draw attention to her ample tits.

Maggie got to the trails hidden inside a charming, heavily wooded area at the edge of campus. The tree's leaves were gorgeous shades of autumn reds and yellows. Wind whispered and leaves fell at its demand. 

After several steps down the path she found a spot to hide and disappeared behind the trees. She squatted down, leaning against the wide trunk of a tree, and waited. Her mind raced, "What if he didn't come this way, I'll feel so stupid... No, no, he loves that little cafe. I'm sure that's where he went."

A few minutes later she spotted him, her heart danced. "Thank god," she whispered to herself as she got up to her feet and watched him come closer, crunching the leaves below her feet.

The professor always dressed sharp. Maggie might have something do with it; a man in a suit is her thing so she often gave him suggestions when he mentioned he was going shopping. She chewed on his lip waiting for him, looking him over as she approved in her head, "Black, Prince of Wales check tweed suit, fucking delicious. Soft pink shirt, handsome. New tie, very nice choice sir, burgundy pin dot, yum."

Maggie waited patiently until he just stepped past her hiding place. She checked over both shoulders for anyone else passing by and leapt out onto the sidewalk.

John, startled, gasped as a soft hand slid into his from behind and yanked his body off the trail, "Holy shit Maggie, you scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait for you to get all the way back to your office, forgive me professor," she giggled as she brought him deeper into the trees.

He ripped his hand from hers and forcefully pushed her against a tree. Maggie caught herself, her palms scraping against the bark. 

John put his hand on her back and his pet obediently bent over, perching her ass high in the air behind her. He took a step back to look at her clothing choice. His eyes were drawn to her bountiful bosom, which was framed perfectly by the outline of her cropped not-so-buttoned cardigan. "Well isn't that sweet, are you going for not quite innocent school girl?" he asked running his hand up the back of her creamy thigh pulling her skirt up over her bum.

Tingles ran over Maggie's body making her shudder as she replied, "You don't like it, professor?" looking over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide.

"I didn't say that," he said, trailing his fingers over her silk black with purple polka dot thong. Playfully, he hooked his finger into the little keyhole at the top of her crack, "I love these too." 

Maggie kept her hands in front of her, rubbing her fingertips into the bark. She sighed as his touch made her grow warm.

Professor Gottschalk ran his hand over the soft curve of her ass taking a handful of flesh, "I have to pick up the kids from school at 3:30, the Mrs. is working late today." He spanked her ass hard with a tight palm.

His pet squealed, "Of course, sir." She stood submissively still as her lover's fingers ran down the back of her thighs to the top of her knee high socks. She felt heat radiate against her panties from his touch.

John cocked his head to the side to get a better view of her ass as his hand came back up, rubbing his rough palm into her flesh. "You know Maggie, it's impolite to ambush people like you did," he said as he hooked his finger into the stitched tear drop shaped hole of her thong and yanked it down to the top of her thighs.

Maggie hung her head down, "I'm sorry sir, please forgive me," she whimpered as her eyes closed. Her brown curls hung in front of her cheeks.

He lifted his hand and gave one of her ass cheeks a stinging strike, "Not good enough," then the other cheek, "Sorry doesn't cut it."

His pet screamed as her flesh burned, "I'm so, so, so sorry. Please, I'm sorry," looking over her shoulder to him begging for forgiveness. Her thighs rubbed together, enjoying the agonizing pleasure of her spankings.

The professor continued slapping her ass hard over and over in rhythm, punishing her. One cheek then the other, watching her flesh give that delightful jiggle in reaction. "That was unacceptable," he said sternly as rubbed her reddened cheeks, then lashed his palm down again firmly.

Maggie closed her eyes as she felt tears welling up, her face became flushed as she accepted and appreciated her punishment. Her mouth hung open, crying out in pain, losing count of the number of spankings she'd gotten. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

John took a moment to massage her warm flesh, feeling the heat radiate off her bum against his palm. His voice was harsh, "What you did was stupid. Are you a stupid slut?"

"No sir," Maggie cried.

He lifted his hand and brought it down on her flesh with steel firmness, the crack echoed into the woods. 

His pet wailed a screaming moan into her arms, "Oh god! I'm not a stupid slut!"

Professor Gottschalk was relentless, he continued spanking his fuckpet until her ass glowed bright red, "Every time you sit down for the next week you will remember what a stupid fuckslut you were, won't you?" he growled.

"Yes sir. Yes sir, I'll never do it again. I swear," Maggie stuttered through sobs.

He lifted his hand from her ass and undid his belt, "You aren't finished yet, cunt," snarling as he pulled his black leather belt off, folding it in half.

Maggie's red, tear stained eyes just stared at him. Her bottom lip quivered as she whimpered, "Oh god, please no."

John slapped her cheek, making her ears ring, "Don't tell me how to punish you," he said in a disapproving tone.

His pet braced herself against the tree and took deep breaths as the belt trailed lightly over her sore rear. All the muscles in her body twitched in anticipation. She hung her head and buried her face into her upper arms.

The professor raised his hand and let the leather come down with a deafening pop against her ass. 

Maggie screeched into her arms, "Oh my god, that hurts." Her words might have said she hated it, but her body had a different reaction. Her pussy ached for more, leaking juices to her inner thighs.

John raised his hand again and another crack of his belt-whip landed on her cherry colored bum. He repeated the motion in the same spot until a welt popped up across her cheeks.

Maggie was a mess as her disciplining continued. Her legs quaked and her Mary Janes slid through the mud, the soles caked with topsoil. She fought to keep her balance, every feeling in her body begging to make it stop. Deep down she loved the pain; it was rare that she got this from him.

The professor slapped his belt down the curve her ass with fast flicks of his wrist to the back of her thighs, "What if someone would have seen you grab me? You thought it would just be fun didn't you?"

Maggie wiggled as the belt slapped against her skin, "Yes I did. I'm so sorry sir. Please...." her words got cut off as he gave the back of her thighs the roughest whip yet, making her yelp and nearly collapse. A solitary red welt swelled up across both legs.

John wrapped his fingers in his pet's curly hair. He yanked and pulled her body down to the ground. Maggie screamed as her beaten ass fell into the grass, making every bruise ache. She panted, staring up at her dominant lover, her legs spread open, panties stretched on her thighs.

He dropped to his knees between her legs. Ravenous, his member bulging against his slacks, his sore, insatiable, hands grab and discard her panties and throw them into the grass. Not finished, he reached down and forced her legs open obscenely wide. 

Maggie felt like a rag doll under his authority.

Still holding his belt in his right hand, which settled on her knee, he reached down and abruptly groped her cunt. "Maggie, Maggie, Maggie," he said shaking his head, "Does being beaten make you wet?" he teased.

Maggie wiped the tears off her face as she fell back into the grass and moaned, "Yes, oh god, yes it does."

Professor Gottschalk looked down at his pet, his hand firmly caressing her heat, "Unbutton your shirt. Let me see those pretty tits."

She stayed on her back and undid the one little button of her cardigan letting it hang on her shoulders. Her lover used two fingers, pushing behind her delicate folds, letting her built up juices drip out. Maggie squirmed as she released the buttons on her purple blouse, pulling it open to her sides. Her black silk bra with delightful purple polka dots strained to contain her heaving tits. She moaned and arched her back against the grass as her lover ran his fingers along her pussy slit. She unclasped the front of her bra, letting her tits bounce free.

John looked up, admiring her perky pink erect nipples on her milky breasts. He dangled the curve of his belt over her chest, teasing her nipples with the leather. His fingers smeared her fluids over her clit and the pink barbell ornament on its hood. 

Maggie bit her lip, watching the belt sway from one nipple to the other. The heavy breaths she took made her ribcage poke out under her skin. She sighed deeply as his fingers pinched her clitoris and dug her heels into the grass.

The professor chuckled, watching his fuckpet hypnotize herself on his belt. He shoved two fingers, knuckle deep, forcefully into her dripping soft hole, "Maggie May, my, what a wet girl you've become," he snarled feeling her silk fluids run out over his hand. "You know only sluts get this soaked."

Maggie's neck arched back, rubbing her head against the ground, moaning her words, "Yes sir, I know. I'm your slut, your dripping wet whore."

He slammed his fingers in and out of her squishy cunt, watching his pet writhe helpless, giving herself to him. Her mouth hung open, squealing in pleasure as his fingers curled and massaged against her g-spot. He watched her hips rise and fall, fucking herself on his fingers. John knew how addicted to him she was, he could practically snap his fingers and she would orgasm for him. 

Maggie clenched her fists around her open clothes, tugging on them. Her legs were out of control, trembling with the pulses of her steaming cunt. Her chest grew flushed and shoulders rubbed into the grass.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of Maggie's leaking cunt.

His pet looked at him startled, suddenly losing the wonderful sensation of her lover's fingers. Her mouth moved as if to say, why, but she quickly shut herself up.

"Does my whore have something to say?" he glared at her.

Maggie shook her head and squeaked, "No sir."

Professor Gottschalk traced her pink lips with his belt before bringing it up and slapping it down against her pussy, landing directly on her slit. His pet screamed with a closed mouth, as he admired the soft lines on her smooth cunt, the sting still settling in. Then tossed his belt to the side. 

He leaned down over her body and kissed her roughly, shoving his tongue into his lover's mouth. Tasting her strawberry lips, he nearly devoured her. 

Maggie lifted her hands and pulled his head to hers, moaning into his jaws, she pushed her hips up against him and ground against his crotch. Their tongues wrestled with each other, fighting for control of the kiss. John grabbed her nearest tit and tugged her nipple, then slapped the side of her cleavage before pulling away, breaking the kiss.

Professor Gottschalk grabbed Maggie by her collar and brought her to her knees as he got up to his feet, undid his fly, letting his trousers drop to his ankles. He rubbed her plump pink lips with his thumb, "I want this pretty mouth."

His pet settled herself on her knees in the grass, her skirt draped neatly over her thighs, her purple shirt hung open around her breasts, the cups of her bra dangling to the side. 

She looked up into his eyes as she opened her mouth around his erection. As her full lips sealed around his organ she began sucking. She was gentle at first, feeling him grow thick and hard in her mouth. His pet manipulated his length, head bobbing slowly. 

Maggie batted her eyelashes up to her lover as her soft tongue massaged into his flesh, feeling the veins fill up and protrude in her mouth. She ran her hands up his thighs, lightly scraping her nails into his skin.

John grinned down to her; she was such an obedient little thing, working her mouth dutifully on his cock. He watched her mouth bring him to full strength and let out a groan as she took him into her throat. His hand took a fist full of her hair, shoving her mouth completely down on his shaft. Her soft throat gagged as he held her down, drool pouring out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

"That's a good slut," he groaned then pulled her mouth off his erection, arching her neck back with his grip in her hair. "Hands behind your back," he demanded.

"Yes sir," Maggie replied through a cough, her mouth and chin soiled with saliva. She held her hands together behind her back, keeping her mouth open in a soft round hole for her lover to fuck.

He shook his hand in her hair, bringing her face upright and thrusted his shaft into her mouth, straight to her throat. He held her head still by her hair and her jaw dropped a little as his cockhead squeezed into her throat. John steadily began humping her face.

Maggie's mouth suctioned his pole as he drove it in and out of her throat, having no control over his thrusts. Her tongue swirled around his hard flesh, dragging the bead of her tongue ring against him. Her lips moved along his spit shined cock and her cheeks sunk in with her slurps.

John drove his cock into her throat, held her head against his crotch and dug into her mouth. "You are forgiven," he said in a husky voice, dropping his head back, "It's impossible to stay mad at you with that mouth." He felt her start to gag and pulled her mouth off, letting her spit onto his cock.

"Thank you sir, it will never happen again, I swear," she said, then licked her lips. Her drool had run down her chin pooling at her breasts, a lovely mess.

The professor let go of her hair and took his suit jacket off. He pitched it to the ground in the general direction of her panties. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pants pocket against his foot, "Get that out for me, please, Maggie." 

Maggie reached down and fished her hand into his pant pocket, without looking at the screen she handed him his cell phone.

He took it and sighed, "Keep pleasuring me, I didn't say stop," he grinned and answered the call from his wife, coughing, "Hello?" He put a finger over his mouth to tell his pet to keep quiet.

His pet went back to work with a smile. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and encased his cock head with her mouth. She suckled and pumped her hand on his shaft, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head. 

"I'm heading to the activities center, dear," his free hand rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers, trying to keep concentration on the phone call, a difficult task with his lover's expertise. "Yeah, I'm going to get a quick workout in before picking up the kiddos."

Maggie opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out, stroking him tenderly while flicking her tongue against his frenulum. 

"No, no, no. I will be there at 3:30, I know you have to work late today," he said into the phone, frustrated, "They won't have to wait, I won't do that to them. I've never done that."

His pet giggled inwardly then removed her hand and swallowed his shaft whole, in one deep gulp down her throat. She fluttered her tongue against his flesh, rocking her jaw. Fucking him deep into her mouth, her face hidden in his pelvis. She barely let his organ come out of her throat, grinding her muzzle into his crotch.

John fell forward, his stomach just over Maggie's head, biting his tongue to keep from moaning with the pleasure of being engulfed. He cleared his throat, "I'm here now. I'll see you tonight.... Love ya." 

The professor hung up and looked at his phone and straightened out his back. He made sure the call had ended before letting out the groan of absolute ecstasy he'd been holding back. 

Maggie pulled her mouth off leisurely, sucking hard all the way until his cock fell out and dangled in front of her. She pulled his organ with her fist, squeezing him, "Let me ride you, please. Pretty please, with a nice gooey load on top," she begged with the sweetest smile painted on her lips.

The professor looked down and ran his hand though his salted hair with a chuckle, "You think I could ever say no to that?"

"Lay down, please, sir," she said with a grin.

The professor lay down in the grass, on top of some fallen leaves smashing under him. 

Maggie scooted over on her knees then lifted one leg and squatted over his crotch. "You're going to need this shirt open," she said and loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open. She trailed her fingers through his chest hair and pinched a nipple with a giggle. 

"Why's that?" he asked, enjoying her familiar touch on his body.

Maggie planted her feet, digging her heels into the ground on either side of his chest. She steadied herself with one hand on the top of his thigh and hiked her skirt up around her hips with the other. Then, she wrapped her palm around his erection and rubbed his head along her slit, "You'll see."

John watched her take control and the beautiful sight she gave him. Her legs spread wide over him, opening her body completely. He sat up on his elbows to get a better look, "You're so beautiful, Maggie."

His pet blushed, "Thank you, John. You're quite handsome yourself."

The clouds overhead opened up and a quiet light rain started falling from the sky, dropping little beads onto the lovers. They smiled at each other sharing an intimate moment as the raindrops began falling. 

Maggie lifted her hips and held his cock at her juicy entrance. She watched her lover's eyes as she slid her velvet, wet cunt down his shaft, enveloping his organ behind her folds. Her skin pulled as she leaned back, making her welts sting. Her hand went to his other thigh and she pushed herself down, letting a moan of pure delight escape her lips, filling herself with her lover.




Professor's Pet Ch. 02



The professor ran his hands up her sock clad shins, eyes taking in the view of their genitals joining. Her cunt was soaked and tight, swallowing him into her body. His mouth stayed open, grunting as they joined together.

His pet kept his organ buried completely inside her tunnel. Her body arched back over him, she rocked her hips on his cock, grinding him deep inside, pushing against her cervix. Raindrops ran down her body from her neck, between her tits and down her belly. Maggie dropped her head back, feeling the rain on her face and her body full with his organ.

"Oh, Maggie, Baby," John groaned, giving up his control to her as she started pumping on his cock. Her womanhood was spread for him. He gazed at her smooth pussy and soft pink flesh. He ogled their loins. Her vulva slid up and down his shaft, hugging him, juices smearing on his veiny erection.

Maggie's hair fluttered behind her as she rode her lover, rolling her hips as she came down. Her tits bounced beautifully on her chest, kicking drops of rain away. Her moans grew deeper as she came down, his cock rubbing against her g-spot and sighed as she lifted up. She danced on his cock, a show meant only for him.

John felt her work magic, squeezing his organ with her soft inner flesh as she came up, loosening as she came down. His breathing quickened, awestruck by the amazing sight before him. He gripped her shins, fighting to keep his head up to watch, grunting every time she slammed her weight down on him.

The rain came down harder in sheets. Their clothes and bodies quickly became soaked. 

Maggie's hair clung to her cheeks as she pistoned her body down on him, rocking her hips. Fucking him harder with the beat of the heavy rain. She screamed out in the heat of passion. Her cunt pulsing on his cock, she whimpered and cried, "Fucking god, please let me cum," she brought her face back to his and stared into his eyes.

"Let it out my pet," he urged her, watching her face crinkle around her eyes, breathing heavy through her open mouth.

Maggie pulled off his shaft and took her right hand off his leg. Furiously, she rubbed her clit in tiny little circles. She stopped breathing for a moment and her orgasm flooded out of her. Her cum came out in a giant gushing stream, her body writhing, soaking her lover with her squirting climax. 

John's stomach, chest, goatee and face, if not already saturated with rain, were soaked even more with the hot fluids of his lover, "Holy fuck... God damn," he panted.

He gave her a moment to catch her breath. Then, he hooked both hands behind his pet's knees and pulled her down into the muddy grass, water splashing up around her. He kicked his pants off and mounted her chest, all to quick for Maggie to protest. He spit several times between her rain soaked tits. 

"I love it when you fuck my tits," Maggie giggled. She pushed her breasts together at the sides and begged, "Will you cum all over me, please?"

The professor pushed his erection between her mounds of flesh; his lover squeezed her tits closed around him. He pulled her nipples between his fingers.

He thrusted into her soft breasts which were gorgeous and made for fucking. His cockhead poked up at the top and disappeared back down. Her flesh was slick, warm and wet surrounding him. He pounded into her chest and tugged harder on both of her nipples, making her squeal with delight. 

The professor fucked her tits, shaking them and her body. He groaned as his pet rubbed her cleavage around his shaft in circles as he pounded her chest.

Maggie kept her eyes up looking at her lover enjoy yet another part of her body. Her tongue flicked against his head as it popped up from between her tits, "Cover me in your seed," she gasped, "Paint my body."

John growled at her filthy words and shook the rain out of his hair. As he thrusted his organ between her tits, he felt his balls tighten and dropped his head down. Warmth flooded through his loins, escaping through the slit in his cock. He shot thick ropes of cum all over his pet's chest and neck, letting out a roar of pleasure as he orgasmed.

"Thank you sir," Maggie moaned feeling his hot cream melt into her skin.

He slowed down, twitching and groaning, still rubbing his sensitive cock between her warm, lush breasts, "You are more than welcome."

His pet let go of her tits and they fell slightly to the side. She ran her fingers thru the pool of cum gathered on her chest and brought it to her mouth, tasting his seed.

"Just a little taste," he said as he got off her, "I want you to keep my cum on you till you shower."

Maggie sucked her fingers dry and smiled with a nod, "I don't mind that at all. May I clean you before you go?"

John looked at his watch, "Hurry, I need to get your lovely scent off me before I pick up the kids."

She got to her knees in front of him, quickly lapping at his cum laden half erect cock. She loved the taste of his essence. She had always been a girl who isn't afraid of cum, but his was just delicious, mildly musky.

He looked down and wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her up from the soggy ground. As she stood, her skirt fell down her legs, hiding her welts. John wrapped his arms around his lover at her hips, gently pressing his lips against hers. The rain had let up, but still fell around them. 

They kissed together in the rain, tasting each other's mouths lovingingly. Maggie loved how his goatee felt surrounding her mouth; it was as if it formed a bubble around them making nothing else matter. Their tongues danced to their own flirtatious melody.

John pulled away and looked into her eyes and pushed some hair, the rain had stuck, off her cheek, "You're incredible, you know that right?"

Maggie looked down then back into his eyes, blushing, "As are you, John... I love you." As soon as she said the words, she got nervous just like she always did when she said it to him.

"I love you too," he kissed her lightly and all the tension left her.

They parted from their intimate embrace. Maggie clasped her bra over her sticky tits then buttoned her soggy blouse. She left her cardigan hanging off her shoulders. 

John got his rain soaked slacks from the ground and carefully stepped into them. "This is going to be one hell of a dry cleaning bill," he joked as he buttoned his soiled shirt back up.

She giggled and picked up his jacket for him, "You did bring a change of clothes for after your shower at the gym, right?" then picked up her panties and wadded them up in her other hand, rather than put them back on.

"Of course I did," he smiled and nodded thanks to her as he took his jacket, and tossed it over one shoulder. He checked his phone to make sure the rain hadn't ruined it and sighed with relief before slipping it into his pocket. 

The left their secret wooded area together and walked down the trail. Maggie wished she could hold his hand and close their distance, maybe even have his arm around her. 

They came off the jogging trail, into the main campus area; they headed for her car before parting.

"Guess what?"

Maggie looked over at him, "What?"

"The Mrs. is going to her sister's next weekend with the kids."

"Oh?"

"I'm going to try and be swamped," he said sarcastically with a wicked smile. "Do you think, maybe, if it wouldn't be any trouble, we could have a romantic weekend together?" 

Maggie clicked her car unlocked and leaned against the door. "I will have to juggle some shifts around at work. But, I think I might be able to work something out," she smiled and ran her finger across his lips. 

He kissed her finger. "I'll pick you up from your apartment Friday night, probably. I'll let you know."

Maggie nodded, "Sounds wonderful." She stepped back and got into her car, started it up, clicked the windshield wipers on and blew a kiss goodbye to her lover.



Professor's Pet



"Harder, please, use my wet cunt," she whispered in a moan.

He fucked her harder, obedient to her needs, "You're such a slut, Maggie," he hissed into her ear.

His cock pounded into her dripping hole, jarring her body with every thrust. His cock and balls grew stained with her juices. Her hands held him tighter and her mouth pressed against his neck to keep from screaming. He tugged hard on her nipple and she winced at the sensation. 

Her orgasm steadily built inside her as he used her like a proper slut. She was so close while she spied on him, now that she had her lover inside her the need of release came quickly. The warmth bubbling in her genitals caused her cunt to pulsate rapidly on his cock.

His pet lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes glazed with pleasure, "May I cum, professor?" she asked with heavy breath.

Professor Gottschalk slapped her face with a tight palm, "Orgasm on my prick you slut," he snarled at her.

Maggie's spread legs twitched uncontrollably as her body shuddered. Her panting stopped for a moment with her mouth agape. She let out a fuzzy silent scream as she gave into her body. Pleasure pulsed throughout her being as her cunt flooded with her orgasm. Her lover fucked her through her orgasm, feeling her euphoria on his cock, milking him. He watched her beautiful face crinkle as she quivered, eyelids fluttering. 

"Let it go my pet," he coaxed her, "Release yourself for me."

Her cunt gushed at his words, spurting out her silky cum around his shaft. She whimpered and held tight onto him. Her juices soaked his pubic hair and balls, running down his thighs. Her cum was hot against his flesh. John loved that she was a squirter; it made him feel like he provided her not only an orgasm but also a great service. 

The professor gave his pet a moment to gather herself; her body was still trembling when he grabbed her by her hair roughly. The sudden shock woke her from her post orgasm bliss. She blinked her eyes open and he withdrew his erection from her steaming cunt. 

"Give me your mouth, fuckpet," he said sternly.

Maggie curled her legs under her and twisted her body. She positioned herself with her knees behind her and arched her spine down with her hands curled over the edge of the desk. Her breasts hung from her chest. John's hand remained tied up in her hair, her brown locks messily hung between his fingers. 

He didn't have to push her. His pet ran her tongue around his thick head, over the ridge and down his shaft. Her tongue lapped at his length tasting her juices. She opened her mouth on the side of his erection and sucked as she flicked her tongue against him, running her mouth along his rod. Her tongue snaked in and about of her mouth as she coated him in her saliva. 

Maggie eagerly opened her warm mouth, taking his cock stained with her cum, between her lips. Her hazel eyes looked up at him, as she tasted herself on his flesh, pushing her mouth down his shaft inch by inch. He felt her tongue stud press into his cock as she massaged him with her tongue. Maggie's mouth watered as she fed. Her tongue slivered expertly around the cock in her mouth.

John watched her feed; he loved how her cheeks sunk in as her mouth swallowed his cock. She moaned onto him, sucking cock was her specialty. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of his shaft, rocking her head back and forth down his length, nudging his cockhead against her throat.

"Fuck... You're too good," the professor groaned.

Maggie reared her mouth back and lewdly spit her built up saliva onto his bulbous head, "I can be a crappy cock sucker if you like," she teased him with a string of spit hanging from her lip.

"Fuck that," he chuckled.

His pet smiled and kissed the tip of his cock and spread her lips over the head of his shaft. Her tongue slid against his cockslit, making her lover shudder. She moaned at his reaction and pushed her mouth down his shaft, till it was pushed against her throat. Maggie watched his needy eyes as she rocked her head to each side, teasing him with her tongue waving against the underside of his shaft. He reached under her and pawed at her hanging tits. 

She dropped her jaw and swallowed his erection into her tight throat, pushing against him until her nose was crammed into his pelvis. John groaned louder than he should have, her throat was soft and clenched around his cock. Maggie lifted her hand and grabbed the back of his thigh pulling him even deeper into her mouth. 

"How... Fuck, how do you do that?" he sighed as her mouth turned to each side with his cock crammed completely inside.

Saliva dripped out of the corners of Maggie's mouth and down her chin as she fed hungrily on her lover. His cock stayed nestled in her throat and she rocked her lower jaw, fucking him deep into her throat. The professor scratched his fingers down her angled spine to the curve of her perched up ass, his other hand still firmly wrapped in her hair. 

His pet gagged under him, her throat clenched tighter around his cock. John dropped his head back for a moment, enjoying the care his pet provided. 

She opened her mouth and let her spittle flow out from her lips, onto his fuzzy sac. Her lips sealed back around his flesh, her tongue and stud pushed up and down against his cock, her jaw moved slightly with the motions.

"It feels like you're really eating my cock..." John said in a hoarse voice, "When did you learn that?" 

Maggie pulled her mouth back, sucking hard on the way; his cock fell out of her mouth with a pop. She smiled and said nothing, spitting up several times onto his cock. She wasn't the type of girl to give away her secrets. 

Her mouth was a mess as she looked up at him. Her hand left his thigh and came around, wrapping her fist around his cock. She begged him for his cum with her eyes, needy with lust.

The professor gave her ass a few light slaps, "You'll get it slut."

Her hand glided up and down his shaft vigorously, smearing the silken spit lube into his flesh. He watched her with his mouth agape, breath quickening with each stroke. 

She dove under his cock and promptly made out with his balls, her mouth kissing, licking and sucking his tender sac. Her tongue coated his balls with saliva, tending to the holding place of her lovers seed. He pushed her head against his sac with a groan, his pet moaned into his flesh in response.

Her hand jerked his cock as quick as she could against her face. Her fist clenched over his head and loosened as it came back down. His orgasm stirred inside him, filling his body with warmth. He yanked her hair and brought her face in front his cock.

She looked up at him, hungry, "Give me your seed professor." Maggie's fist was a blur on his cock. She watched him for a response. "Feed me your cum," she begged.

Her hand dropped from his cock and she swallowed him whole again. At the feel of her warm mouth enveloping his throbbing organ, the pent up release flowed from his balls through his cock. He erupted into her throat with a hushed growl, coating her throat with a rope of his sticky seed. 

She brought her mouth up, needing to taste him on her tongue. Her lips stayed sealed around his cock head sucking tenderly and her hand stroked the length of his shaft, milking him. The pleasure grew into warmth felt throughout his loins as his balls pulled up into his body, emptying into her loving mouth. He squeezed her ass as he came, digging his nails into her, panting with pleasure.

Maggie tasted his musky seed on her tongue and swirled it around his sensitive cockhead. She let his load linger in her mouth before pulling back and letting him go with her mouth and hand. 

His pet sat up on her knees and scooted up on the desk, his hands fell from her body as she moved. She looked at her lover, adoring his geeky post orgasm grin as she swallowed. "Yummy, thank you," her fingers ran over her lips, making sure she got his entire load and cleaned her mouth.

"Damn, you are incredible," he said unable to wipe the stupid smile from his lips.

Maggie smiled sweetly, "You're too kind, professor." Her fingers traced the collar on her neck as she spoke.

Professor Gottschalk ran his hand over his forehead and back through his curly hair, almost laughing at the intensity of his orgasm. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Cupping her warm cheek in his hand as he tasted his flavor lingering in her mouth.

He pulled back from the kiss, "I need some coffee, how about you?"

Maggie smiled and nodded, "I'd love some."

"Don't go anywhere," he teased as he stepped back and quickly dressed himself in his slacks, shirt, and shoes. 

She smiled and slid off his desk, her heels clicking on the tile as she came down. Maggie watched him pull his suspenders over his shoulders. He attempted to make himself look presentable.

"I'd never dream of it," she replied, picking up his jacket from his chair and slipping the tweed over her nudity.

John winked, "I'll be right back," he smiled at her once more before opening the door and taking a deep breath. 

Maggie sat in his comfortable chair and leaned back. She was happy, surrounded by the warmth and aroma of his clothing. She watched as he stepped out and heard the door click locked. 

Professor Gottschalk walked down the hall trying to avoid eyes with his fellow professors as he made his way to the lounge room. He rubbed his goatee and scratched at the coarse hair on his face, trying to look like he was in deep thought.

Maggie relaxed in the silence of his office; his jacket hung open covering her breasts. Her legs crossed, the jacket sat around her hips. She trailed the lines of the tweed with her fingers smiling softly to herself. She ran her fingers over the smooth black buttons, enjoying the sight of the cuffs covering over half of her hands. 

Suddenly the loud ring of his office phone interrupted her peace. She nearly jumped out the chair and fought back a scream. 

The phone rang five times, and then the answering machine picked up, her lovers voice came through "This is Professor Gottschalk. I'm away from my office right now, leave a message and I will return your call as soon as possible."

Maggie ran her fingers over the smooth cedar desk; she couldn't help but perk up and listen.

A woman's voice came through the machine, sounding tired, rushed and annoyed, "Hello, it's your wife," strong emphasis on the word wife Maggie noted silently.

"I know your schedule, where are you? You didn't tell me you had a meeting today," his wife sighed. "I need you to pick up the dry cleaning on your way home. You said you were making chicken noodle casserole for dinner and we don't have any celery. Also, get milk, bread, laundry detergent and new sponges while you're at the store." 

Maggie's nose crinkled at the list and she reached across the desk and flipped over the picture of his wife with a point-making thud. 

"Also, don't forget Abbey's after school tutoring is over at 5:30," There was a long silence and Maggie gnawed her teeth together.  "I hope you're out getting that oil change I reminded you about."

"He's been changing my oil, bitch," the evil voice in Maggie's head replied. 

"I think that's it, I'll call you if I remember anything else," it clicked as she hung up and the room went silent.

Maggie looked down and realized she was clenching her fists so hard her nails were digging into her palm. She tried to take deep breaths to calm down, but couldn't help the anger inside her. 

Several long moments later the door unlocked and clicked open. John fumbled with the two coffees and pushed the door open with his foot squeezing himself inside. Maggie's sweaty palms rubbed against the arms of the chair. 

"Two creams, two sugars just as you like madam..." he pushed the lock with his pinky then he saw the grimace on her face and raised a brow. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked as he brought her coffee over and sat on the corner of his desk.

Maggie lifted her hand and took the steaming Styrofoam cup from him. She blew into the vented lid several times in silence.

"When is it going to be over?" she asked quietly, finally breaking the silence.

He took a sip of his coffee and looked at her confused, "What are you talking about?"

She looked up at him, "Your wife called. I heard the answering machine... When is it going to be over?" she asked again slowly.

Stillness lingered in the air as the professor stroked his goatee. They stared at each other. Maggie took a few sips of her steaming coffee.

"John..." Maggie broke the silence again, "I don't understand. You've told me she treats you like a housewife. You said yourself that she doesn't respect you as a human being anymore," Maggie took in a breath. "She looks right through you... You deserve better," she put her cup on the desk.

He nodded and sipped his coffee, keeping her eye contact.

"A husband should be worshipped," she continued, not pushing her words, she spoke softly. "Your needs should be tended to. You shouldn't be pushed around like this. It hurts me to see you treated this way..." she broke off before tears could start swelling in her eyes and looked away.

John put his nearly empty cup down next to hers, rims touching. He closed his hand into a loose fist under her chin. His thumb stroked her lower lip as he brought his eyes to hers.

"Maggie," he spoke gently, "It's marriage. It's difficult. I'm working on it, I promise you. You wouldn't see me the same if I just walked out and left my kids behind would you?"

She shook her head and almost silently whispered, "No."

"You wouldn't respect me anymore. I wouldn't be the decent man you adore," he half smiled. "I promise. It won't be tomorrow, but I want you, only you."

Maggie swallowed, trying to ease her dry mouth, "I understand."

The professor got to his feet and pushed his chair and Maggie back towards the window. He kneeled before her and ran his hand down the available flesh on her chest. She shivered and couldn't help but smile.

"Don't be upset. I won't let her ruin our time together," he told her. His lips found her neck and kissed the curve of her neck down to her shoulder softly.

Maggie dropped her head to the opposite side as he kissed her sensitive neck. "No... No, of course not," she smiled.

Her hand found the back of his head and ran her fingers thru his curly locks. His lips made their way down, over her collarbone, to the space between her breasts. Maggie bent her lip watching him and opened her legs, draping them over the arms of the chair, letting her lover come closer. 

She leaned back in his chair as his lips pressed into a mound of flesh on her chest, dragging his tongue over her soft skin, tasting her sweetness. She whimpered softly, watching him kiss her breast. He used his nose and nudged his jacket off her tit as his lips found her nipple and bumped the fabric off her other breast with a flick of his fingers. 

John wrapped his right hand around her, holding her body by the small of her back. He tickled his way down over her belly with his nails. He found her smooth, bare, cunt and opened her lips with two fingers. His middle finger traced up and down tickling her jeweled clit. His pet's head dropped back against the leather chair, holding back a moan, as the professor bit down on her nipple. His middle three fingers pushed inside her cunt lips, circling her vuvla.

With her eyes closed Maggie whispered, "Take it off." The professor looked up at her suckling her nipple. "Your ring... take it off, I don't want it inside me."

He took his hand away and held it up to her. She lifted her hand from her knee and held it out. He rubbed his fingers together and brought it over his knuckle. The ring fell into her hand. She held his head to her chest and leaned forward, dropping the ring on the back of the over turned picture.

"Sorry, please continue," she said as she leaned back

John's mouth came off her nipple, "No problem, baby," he smiled and devoured her other breast with his mouth.

His hand found its way back to her cunt, placing his fingers against her hole again. He gently pushed his upturned fingers inside her loosely fucked hole. Her head dropped against her shoulder and her eyelids fluttered, feeling his fingers drag against her walls, gently driving in and out. Her hips rocked with his movements, her juices dripping out of her cunt onto his fingers. 

John ran his tongue to the inner curve of her breast and bit down hard. His teeth sank into her flesh as he sucked, leaving a love mark on her. The bead of her tongue ring clicked against her teeth in an attempt to keep herself quiet. 

The professor released his mouth from her skin and smiled, "I know you like those."

Maggie nodded, "The marks remind me of you," she smiled back.

He kissed down her stomach watching her eyes on the way. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and brought them to his mouth, giving himself a taste of her juices. 

"I think I'll need more than just a taste," he teased and put his hand on her thigh, opening her more. He eyed her available woman hood and smiled at the new jewelry sitting on top of her clit. A shiny pink curved barbell with little stones on the beads. "That's new," he said looking up at her.

"I wanted something to match my collar," she replied, lips curling into a grin.

His face settled between her thighs and he took in her scent. Her aroma and flavor was his narcotic. He kissed her clit, flicking his tongue over it. His pet shuddered at his tender care. His tongue circled over her sensitive genitalia. 

Each stroke of his tongue flicked her jewelry against the hidden part of her clitoris. Maggie moaned and covered her mouth with her fingers, forcing her lips to stay closed. 

He traced his tongue around her folds, against her soft pink flesh. John kneaded the small of her back bringing her pelvis closer. His mouth closed around her cunt. He pushed his tongue into her hole and drank in her nectar. Maggie's hand clenched hard on the armrest, fighting against a deep moan wanting to escape her mouth.

The professor ran his cheeks along her warmth, "You taste divine."

He dove back into her mound, hungrily feeding on his pet. His cock was stirring back to life under his slacks and he undid his fly, pulling his growing erection out. Maggie's head rocked back and forth against the leather chair. She loved how his goatee tickled her thighs. He stroked his cock to life as he gorged himself on his pet. 

His tongue greedily probed her cunt, tasting her inner flesh. His pet's fluids ran down, saturating his goatee. He looked up at her, watching her eyes roll back into her head as she pushed his face between his thighs. 

"You're going to make me cum," she moaned softly, her hips rising and falling off the chair with his mouth.

John took his hand off his cock and quickly stripped himself of his shirt, to keep her fluids from soaking it, keeping his mouth latched to his pet. He moved his lips to her clit and sucked it between his lips, nibbling and sucking. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as he shoved his fingers back inside her. He rubbed hard on her g-spot, making her body shudder.

"Oh god... Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out as quiet as possible.

He worked his fingers inside her, desperate to get another orgasm out. Maggie's chest heaved with her gasps, turning her body over to the service he provided. There was an explosion in her body. His fingers got forced out, her cunt pulsed so tight and hard. He latched his mouth onto her to drink in as much of his pet's flooding cum as he could. 

Maggie writhed in the chair, every muscle in her body twitching. Her fluids gushed into his mouth and down his chin, dripping down to his chest. There was too much for him to drink, the remainder flowed down to the tile floor. 




Professor's Pet



Her eyes slowly blinked open as she came down from her climax, fighting to catch her breath. She regained herself and found her lover watching her, his face glazed with her cum.

John reached up and patted her thigh, "Clean up your mess off the floor," he said sternly.

His pet blushed and lifted her legs off the arms of the chair, "Yes sir." She shimmied her arms out of his suit jacket.

Professor Gottschalk stood up and stripped himself of his trousers, watching his pet find her place on her hands and knees on the floor. 

Maggie looked up at him as she pressed her mouth against the flooring, sucking up her cum. Her tongue dragged through her juices staining her chin.

He stroked himself as he watched her, "Good little fuckpet. I don't need the cleaning crew asking questions."

Maggie took quick laps at the puddle like a bitch until the stain was gone. He reached down and hooked his fingers into her collar and yanked her body up. He didn't speak and she squealed as he threw her face down over his desk. He gave her ass a hard squeeze and forced her legs apart. 

John stood behind her and quickly shoved his cock into her dripping cunt. His cock rammed her, driving inside her slick pussy. Her walls were still tight from her orgasm and they clutched on his organ as he filled her. He took her body, thrusting hard and fast into her. His pet cried out as quiet as she could, arms stretched out across the desk holding on tight.

"I want to feel your cock in my ass," Maggie whimpered with the jars his thrusts gave to her body.

John drove his cock into her, digging himself into her wetness, "Does my pet want her dirty hole fucked?" He kept her completely full as he reached over to the top drawer of his desk and jerked it open. "Open your ass slut," he growled, finding the lube hidden in his desk.

Maggie reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks open exposing her rosebud. "Please use my ass... Fill my bowels," she moaned looking back at him over her shoulder.

He kept his cock in her cunt as he lubed up her ass. His fingers smeared around her bud, "Keep talking like that slut, you know I like it," he snarled.

The professor pushed two fingers into her bud, circling them around her rim, carefully pushing the lube inside her. Maggie whimpered as he fingered her ass, greasing up her hole. When he pulled out of her cunt, she sighed in response. John smeared lube over his cock before pressing it up against her opened ass.

"I want it now... Use my filthy fuck hole... God, please, professor," Maggie begged as she backed her ass up against him.

He slowly eased his erection into his pet's tight, needy, ass. He teased her as he pushed himself in slowly, past her rim and into the heat, feeling her anal walls stretch, taking his cock inside. 

"Oh god," his pet gasped, "thank you professor."

John watched his cock disappear into his pet's anus, groaning as he filled her. She kept her cheeks spread for him as he began rocking his hips against her ass.

"God, Maggie," the professor groaned, "Your ass is incredible."

"Fuck me hard," she hissed as she pushed herself back against him, "Fucking rape my ass."

"You want it raped, slut?" John grunted as he picked up speed, slamming his prick into her ass. He reached around her towards her face.

"Fucking tear me open," Maggie panted just before he closed both hands around her mouth, interlacing his fingers.

Her body lifted off the desk and her back arched. He pulled her back into him and she screamed against his muffling hands. He pistoned his cock into her soft ass hole with heavy thrusts, spreading her anus open around his flesh. 

The professor used her, bringing her body slamming back against his. Maggie's eyes watered up and tears flooded down her face. He provided her the painful pleasure she loved. 

"You take it like such a good girl," he grunted, fucking his pet's anus with unyielding force.

Maggie's tits swung violently on her chest. She squealed and shrieked against his fingers. Both of their bodies gained a shiny layer of sweat. The sound of him pummeling her ass filled the office. His orgasm steadily built inside him.

"Take my cum in your ass," he grunted, pulling her head up to his shoulders.

His pet worked her ass on his cock, clenching and tightening around his throbbing organ. Maggie mumbled something against his hands that sounded like was begging him for his cum.

His balls ached and he brought his head down and sank his teeth into her shoulder, piercing her flesh. Maggie screeched and shuddered at his bite. John roared into her flesh, muffling himself as his cum spurted out of his cock, thick ropes of semen coating her anus. His fluids emptied into her body, giving her part of him.

The professor released her mouth and she gasped for air. He pulled his cock out of her ass, his cum oozing out of her hole with the release. "Clean me," he instructed her.

"Yes sir," Maggie turned on her wobbly legs and squatted down before her lover. 

She held her mouth wide open, looking up at him as she took his cock into her gaping mouth. She consumed his entire length down her throat before sealing her lips. She fed on his dirty cock, sucking him clean. 

Her hands slid under her ass, probing two fingers inside her anus digging his seed from her body. His semen drained out onto her open palm, cleaning herself and her lover.

He withdrew his exhausted cock from her mouth. 

Maggie looked up with an innocent smile as she brought her palm to her mouth. "Thank you, professor," she said softly. Her mouth kissed and licked her palm. His pet made a delightful mess of eating his creamy spunk from her hand.

Professor Gottschalk pet the top of her head, running his hand through her air as she devoured his cum, "Such a perfect little fuckpet you are." 

Maggie got up to her feet and licked her cum soiled lips. She lifted onto her toes in her shoes and kissed her lover. He tasted his salty cum in her mouth and grinned as they kissed.

She broke the kiss and tapped his cheek, "You have a class to get to professor," she said with a wink.

Maggie walked behind him to the chair holding her clothes and got dressed. She slipped her panties up her thighs watching her lover, nude, pick through the graded tests she had stacked neatly on his desk. She clasped her bra closed around her tits leaning forward, propping her cleavage up in their nests. John gathered the pieces of his suit, stepping into his boxers then pulling up his slacks. 

She smiled watching him tuck in his shirt, "I should be able to come by again on Friday, if you wouldn't mind, of course."

John tied his tie in the mirror and looked over his shoulder, "Do I ever mind?"

"Never," she giggled then pulled her dress over her head, green fabric flowed down her body. She straightened it out then zipped up the back, pulling the sash around under her breasts and tying it into a bow as she approached him. 

Professor Gottschalk looked her up and down, "Maggie, that dress is darling. You should have let me see it on you," he teased her buttoning up his vest.

"Well you see it now," she giggled. Her hands straightened his tie and she beamed up at him. "Friday then?"

"It will be my pleasure, madam," he leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. "Make sure the coast his clear on your way out."

Maggie nodded and got one more kiss before she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and turned it open. "I'll miss you," she said with a warm smile.

John gave his pet's ass a firm slap, "I'll miss you too Maggie, now go, I have a class to prepare for."

Maggie let herself out and checked the hall was clear of other professors and slipped out. Walking down the hall, her legs shook under her, with a happy grin painted on her face.

The professor gathered his lecture binder and graded tests, picked up his ring off the overturned picture, slid it on and flicked off the light. He stepped out into the hall. Maggie had just made it to the stairs and he watched her disappear as he locked his office. 

After racing up the stairs to his next class, John opened his binder to scan over his notes trying to get his mind back on teaching. He found a yellow sticky note on the front page with bubbly handwriting. 

Friday 2pm

Professor Gottschalk's geeky grin returned and the aroma of Maggie's cunt drifted up into his nostrils from his mustache.