15 comments/ 40007 views/ 4 favorites The Teaching Assistant By: Segue Cabaret Bob laid out the black costume with the white skeleton emblazoned on the front on his dorm room bed. He pulled off his football sweater and quickly undressed. His room mate Tony was already in his green slime monster costume but was having trouble with the runny gloop he thought would make great mucus - it did but now he couldn't get it off his hands. "Man, this stuff gets everywhere," he said transferring it from hand to hand. Bob laughed and slipped his own costume over his toned athletic body. Pulling the skull mask on, he shambled over to his friend, waving his arms. Tony replied by waving the gloop at him and Bob jumped back. "Don't get that stuff on my boner!" They were laughing when the third friend, Steve, joined them. Steve was the opposite of the two athletes; 10 stone weakling - a bit of a geek but they enjoyed having him around. He could download porn faster than either of them. Over his arm he held the white sheet that was going to transform him into a ghost and he pretended to scream when the other two came for him. "The girls ready yet?" Tony asked. Steve shook his head and said, "Guys, I have an idea - before the girls join us?" The two footballers looked his way. Steve blushed a bit and said, "There's a new post-grad teaching assistant on my course in mythology. She is so great looking. Well, I found out she lives on the edge of campus and I wondered if we could go see her first? Without the girls." Bob nudged Tony in the ribs. "You got the hots for your teacher, Steve? She been passing you notes in class?" Steve blushed more and shrugged, "Don't take my word for it." He went to the computer and quickly pulled up her staff home page. "Wow." "Look at that piece of ass..." The footballers vied for best view of the picture; even though it showed her in a demure, dark red dress, they could tell she filled it out well. Her face was framed by dark slightly wavy hair. Hi, I'm Gail Westrick and I'm teaching Mythology 201... "Yes, have my babies..." Bob looked over at Steve. "What colour are her eyes?" "Blue," he said dreamily, "more sapphire..." "OK guys haven't we forgotten something here?" Tony tried to bring them down to earth. "Why would she be in her place - it's Halloween - won't she be out somewhere doing ghosty things?" Steve, the font of knowledge on Ms. Westrick, shook his head. "She said she'd be staying in doesn't get into all the Halloween stuff - but said we could come around for a treat!" The other two boys cheered and laughed, "I know what sort of treat I want!" "Think she'll put out, Stevy?" Bob ribbed his friend who blushed again. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get over to her place and then we'll be back to go out with the girls...unless we get real lucky over there!" They drove the short distance to the house on the edge of campus. It had been in the early benefactor's will that they should keep the house and use it to support students who were working towards post graduate degrees. So it had seen the rise of the modern campus beside it and now stood with a faded Edwardian charm, looking over in avuncular fashion its founder's aspirations. They pulled up outside; the house looked quite dark but the glass panel over the door showed a light was burning inside. They left the car and started walking towards the house. "So... How certain are you that we'll get a treat, Steve," Bob asked. "Umm... well, not very, but... " "I'm getting hard just... " Tony trailed off the remark as they gathered on the porch and Steve reached out to press the bell. Gail Westrick had dressed for the occasion, a risqué French Maid's outfit, complete with seamed stockings, apron and cap, giving out candy to those who ventured to her door, but the treat... Well, that was reserved for someone special. Peering through the peephole when the bell chimed for what seemed the fiftieth time, she opened the door. "Well, well, well... " Gail murmured, opening the door on the threesome. "Who do we have here?" "Trick or treat!" they shouted in unison. "Hmm... Maybe I have both," she smiled, tilting her head. "Just who gets what depends on who is who." "Hiya, Ms. Westrick," Steve chimed out. "It's me, Steve Harris. And these are my friends Bob and Tony." She nodded, looking them up and down, her hand slipping to the handle of the screen door. "Trick," she said, pointing at Bob. "Trick," she repeated, "Sorry, Steve. Some other time." "Treat," she said with a grin, opening the door and placing her crimson tipped fingernail gingerly underneath Tony's slime-covered face. "Won't you... come in?" Tony gave his buddies a thumb's up and followed her inside, trying not to show further surprise when she closed and locked the door behind her before putting out the porch light. "This way," Gail said. "I was hoping you'd... come. I didn't expect the gloop. I'm afraid you're going to have to wash it off." He followed curiously, his eyes locked on her barely covered ass as she walked, her cheeks moving a bumpety-bump rhythm that immediately transferred to his cock. And her legs! What he wouldn't do to have them wrapped around his body. Man she was hot! She had paused in front of what was obviously a bathroom and was now gesturing for him to go inside. "Shower," she commanded. "Towels are hanging." As she left, Tony hurriedly pulled off the costume he was wearing, set the shower temperature and quickly stepped inside to wash. He let the water run over his face and felt the slime disappear as he wondered just how lucky he was going to get; she seemed awfully keen on him. Stay cool, he told himself as he turned the water off and pushed the steamed up glass door open. He jumped back a step and squeaked when he saw Gail leaning back against the bathroom door holding a towel. He instinctively covered himself with his hands, a little voice in the back of his head admonishing him, oh yes, very cool. "I thought you might like a helping hand getting dry," she purred and wiggled the towel in a come and get it sort of fashion. Tony minced forward reluctant to move his hands; Gail smirked. "What are you hiding under there? Is it my treat? Let's have a look." She held the towel just out of his reach and was rewarded as, blushingly, he let his hands fall to his sides. She looked him up and down - mostly down and she nodded and walked closer, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and tried to stay still under her gaze. She went behind him and ran the towel over his broad shoulders and down his right arm; he could feel her body close to him but didn't want to make a false move and spoil what looked like being a very enjoyable evening. He flinched when she ran the towel over his ass, her fingers massaging his muscles through it and she "mmmmm'd" in pleasure as slowly she circled back round to in front of him, her deep blue eyes now catching his gaze. He tried to smile, feeling the touch of the towel on his chest, rubbing up and down from abdomen to neck. He was aware of her nails gently over his skin and winced as she gave a quick tweak to both his nipples. He could feel his cock filling out as he looked at her, as he inhaled the perfume she was wearing. He reached out, his hands on her arms and she shook her head with a coquettish smile as she slowly sank to her knees, the towel running down his body. "Delicious," Gail whispered. Her breath, warm against his skin, ruffled the hair around his erection making Tony shiver. "Cold?" she asked, looking up. Her mouth so close to his cock that if he moved just so... "Ah ah ah!" she said, wagging her finger as if she'd been reading his mind. "It does look tasty though. Mind if I... " Without waiting for a reply, her tongue snaked out to flicker against his cockhead, dipping briefly into the precum which was rapidly gathering at its tip. She smiled when Tony gasped, his legs trembling as her tongue blazed a trail along the underside of his cock and back again, her hand cupping his sac, rolling it idly over her fingers. "Oh, yes," she purred. "As I said a moment ago... Delicious." Watching his face, she stroked him gently as her crimsoned lips opened, sliding her mouth slowly over his length. It both amused and thrilled her to hear his sharp intake of breath when she took him fully, her tongue playing along his shaft as she suckled. Tony's hips began to thrust gently, as if of their own volition, moving faster and faster until he was eagerly fucking her mouth as it traveled up and down the length of his swollen cock. "Mmm... " Gail murmured, pleased when he wove his fingers through her hair and groaned his need. Not wanting him to come, she hesitated momentarily before letting his throbbing cock slip from between her lips. He whimpered quietly, his hips making a couple more futile thrusts before he realized that Gail wasn't going to continue. "Don't worry, lover boy. We're far from finished." Rising to her feet, she walked toward the door, pausing to look over her shoulder at Tony. "Coming?" Once again he followed, his hand wrapped loosely around his cock to keep it from bobbing up and down as he walked. Unable to resist, he found himself giving it a stroke or two for good measure. Was she going to finish him off? Would he get to fuck her? Man if she took too long he was gonna jizz all over the place. "In here," she said as they reached the end of the hall. Tony let his hand drop away from his cock, but a moment too late. "Does that feel good, Tony?" Gail asked. "Do you do it a lot?" "Do what?" "Touch yourself. Wank. You know... masturbate." "Not a lot. No." "So you fuck a lot then." "Umm... " Tony shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure." "I see." Turning away from him she walked into the bedroom, gesturing for him to have a seat on the edge of the bed. "Do you like my costume?" Gail asked Tony once he'd sat. Spinning around to show it off, he was almost sure that she wasn't wearing panties, but he wouldn't swear to it. The thought alone almost made him shoot. "Ms. Westrick?" "Oh, please. Call me Gail." She smiled, licking her lips and moving closer to him, her breasts just above his eye level. "Do you like them, Tony?" He nodded, automatically reaching. She let him touch. Let him squeeze the plump mounds that were pressing against the tight material of her maid's outfit. Let him rub his thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples. Let him press his face between them and breathe in her scent. She even shivered as one of his hands moved down her side and over her hips to her thigh to caress the sleek smoothness of her stockings, to trace the seam at the back. "Touch me." It was all he could do not to just reach up and grab Gail's ass and pull her closer, but Tony managed to keep his hands from shaking too much as they smoothed their way around to the front of her legs and slowly inched up her inner thighs. After all, he could tease as good as he could take. Tony could feel the muscles rippling under her skin as his thumbs passed her pussy, moving along the crease where her torso met her gorgeous legs. He'd been wrong, she was wearing something... a thong so thin it was barely a string; it had insinuated itself into her slit and was probably rubbing against her clit. The thought made him moan, his cock flexing in commiseration as he traced along her cleft, wishing it was his tongue rather than his fingers. Gail gasped, her voice deep and smoky as she whispered, "Touch." Slowly, deliberately, Tony parted her outer lips with his hands, his thumbs trailing along either side of her slick wetness as he breathed in her scent. Gratified when he felt her tremble, he began to pay attention to the stiff nubbin; rolling, rubbing, squeezing as she slowly gyrated against his hands. Gail lifted one leg, placing her foot on the bed beside him. "Taste." Tony whimpered as Gail lifted her skirt, pulling his face toward her pussy, the exclamation point of hair on her mons pointing toward her treasure like beacon. He hadn't done this often. Truth be told, he'd only tried it once and didn't think he'd been very successful, but this woman inspired him to... Christ he was ready to burst! With the flat of his tongue, he lapped along her slit, tasting her, inhaling her as she moaned, hands on his head, urging him closer. "Mmmmmyess... " Gail murmured, practically growling as Tony found her clit and pressed hard against it. Her taste was like honey, warm and thick and sweet as he suckled her nub, coaxing it from its hiding place as Gail ground against his mouth. Needing to see, Tony eased her forward as he lay back, his tongue and fingers still playing as she settled over his face. Heaven! He could see it now, bright pink and glistening; her clit swollen and distended. "Lick me!" Gail demanded, holding her skirt up so that she could watch him lapping, slurping, his tongue circling, twirling over her clit as she ground against him. Wanton. Desirous. As ravenous for his mouth as he was for her cunt. Gail was close. So close. She cried out as he thrust a finger inside of her, adding another and another. She groaned when they curled against the wall of her pussy, pistoning in and out as Tony stopped to suckle. "Make me... Fuck! Make me come!" Oh my God, Tony thought, she is gonna come for me! He felt her body moving as her sex ground down on his hand, on his mouth. He felt her drive down on her mouth and listened to her whimper as his tongue lapped at her clit and made her throw her head back in excitement. His hands on her hips held her in place knowing she was on the edge as she drove her pussy down onto his mouth and tongue. Sweet Lord! I am the man! He listened to her squeal as she leaned over him and clutched his hair her hips uncontrollably thrusting against his mouth her juices flooding out over his lips. He lapped her honey up as she planted her arms either side of his head and began to move her down towards his engorged sex. Gail was ready. Hyped and superhorny, she needed Tony's cock inside of her now. Her eyes flared with the heat of her passion. She needed to fuck. The secretions from her cunt left a hot, wet trail along his body as she slithered downwards. Gail lifted slightly when she felt his cockhead, allowing it to slide between her lips, tantalizingly close to the prize until her ass finally rested lightly against his balls. "Oh yeah... " Tony groaned, bucking his hips up as she sat back on the heels of her feet, his eyes widening as she unbuttoned the blouse and tossed it aside; a flick of the front clasp on her bra releasing two perfect globes, the pink tips of her nipples jutting out, eager to be touched. Gail reached between them, her entire body trembling with desire and need. "Trick or... " "Treat!" Tony whispered as she placed his guided his cock toward the entrance of her ravenous cunt. "Fuck me!" His eyelids flickered as his hips thrust upward. Her cunt fit his cock like a velvet glove, her walls shaping themselves to his girth. "Fuck me!" she repeated, grinding against him. "Hard!" He needed no more encouragement and drove inside her hard, his hands on her hips pulling her down in time with his thrusts. He slid one hand across her groin, across the soft hairs, so his thumb could again play with her clit as she rode him. Her hair cascaded like fire over her shoulders and her eyes gleamed as she leaned forward, her hands on his chest her fingernails clawing at his skin. He ignored the discomfort as he moved faster and faster against her body as she let out a moan, low at first then keening higher. He felt her pussy tighten on his cock rigid, buried deep and he closed his eyes, his seed erupting inside her as his hips bucked wildly. "Oh yes, baby..." he pushed up again and opened his eyes. And screamed. She grinned ludicrously at him through her worm-laden lips. Half of her face sagged in a gray mass of rotting flesh, the other half showed a hollow and mangled cheekbone and a few decaying teeth. Yellow pus oozed from her outstretched hands as she squatted above him, A necklace of tiny skulls rattled on her mottled neck. Her obscenely bloated belly and her black-clotted thighs hung against his skin. He tried to push the mass of rotting flesh off his body but she was anchored tight on his sex; her fingernails were now talons clutching at him, slowly, slowly burying themselves in his chest. She threw her head back and howled with laughter. It was the howl of a bloodthirsty wolf. She leaned close and with the reek of blood streaked death she whispered the mystery. "To reclaim my beauty each year on All Hallow's Eve I take the life of a man, steal him at the moment of our climax. Claim his life force for my own. Your soul is my five hundredth meal." Tony's eyes filled with terror though his struggles were subsiding. She pulled a hand free of his chest and stroked his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. What was left of her face contorted into a rictus. "Good boy." The two friends outside had waited a few minutes before going back to their car, muttering about Tony's luck. "He'd just better tell us all about it," Steve groused, starting the engine and driving back to the dorm. Bob wanted to leave a note for Tony in case he came back, so he'd know where to meet them. "Not that it's likely," he speculated, as they walked into the dorm. There was a slight breeze in the hallway as they approached their room. And then a sound. A voice. Tony's voice. "Guys," it sounded a long way off but quickly got louder. "Guys, let me tell you the weirdest thing..." Bob and Steve went to the door of the room and looked out. "Oh my God," Steve shrilled, fighting back the bile that rose in his throat while Bob stool absolutely still, shaking his head as he looked at the apparition - a form like Tony's stood, blood streaked, in his green costume. But it was transparent. Very much like a ghost. Steve pointed at the face before him, at the dark hollows where eyes should have been, at the translucent white of what had once been skin. The apparition shrugged, seemingly unaware of how it looked, not knowing it was no longer Tony. "Guys, it's me! Let me tell you," They ran back into the room and closed the door, followed by Tony's ghost which materialized behind them. As if realizing what had happened, the spirit looked down at itself and back at them. Its mouth yawned open and should have screamed but there was only silence as slowly, from the feet up, the apparition dissolved into mist. ****** In the benefactor's house a young woman knelt naked on the bed looking at a pile of ash and dust under her thighs. She reached out for Tony's skull as it had rolled towards her while the rest of his body dissolved. Taking it in her hands she crushed the now fragile thing easily into powder. With a contented sigh she stepped off the bed and headed for the shower to wash off the dust; pausing on the way to admire her new body. She lifted her breasts and grinned, then ran her hands over her waist and hips with a pleasurable shiver, already making plans to leave town. She took a last look in the mirror. "Mmmm... blonde this year... " She headed for the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively. The Teaching Assistant THE RAIN "Be sure to read the chapter on Newton's third law before class on Monday. Have a good weekend." As the middle aged professor finished his lecture, the sudden rustle of activity stirred me from my thoughts. I blinked a few times, glancing around at the hundred or so other students that filled the lecture hall, before reaching up to brush my hair back behind my ear. As I folded my notepad closed, I frowned briefly at the empty page. I had done it again. I missed an entire lecture. It wasn't that I was disinterested in the subject, but I couldn't seem to stay focused, recently. Not since I found Todd with-- a shiver ran down my spine as I shoved the notebook into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I didn't want to think about it. Good riddance to both of them. I waited until the crowd had mostly left the lecture hall to make my way out, but I found most of them gathered still under the breezeway outside. Rain poured down, creating rapids along the edges of the steep sidewalks and small ponds in the grass. Most huddled near the edge, staring as if they expected it to stop any second. I glanced at my cell phone and sighed-- ten minutes to make it across campus, and it certainly didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. As I stepped up to the edge of the breezeway, I tugged nervously at the hem of my denim skirt. I wasn't dressed for running and even less so for running in the rain. I could feel the rain splash against my toes, strapped into my wedge heels, and I chewed on my lip as I considered which book to sacrifice as an umbrella. Physics finally won. It had the most surface area. With a deep breath, I raised the book over my head and strode out into the torrential downpour. My shoes splashed through the puddles at a light jog even as I felt the heavy drops pelting my shirt, my legs, and my face. I cut through as many covered areas as I could, but by the time I arrived at my next class, I was soaking wet. My hair lay flattened against my cheeks like a drowned rat, and the air conditioning hit me like a wall of ice as I stepped through the door. Goose bumps crawled across my skin. I tried to shake as much water as I could off of my book, but it was almost as lost of a cause as I was. Finally, I gave up and stuck it back into my bag, planning on opening it up to dry it out later; however, when I looked up, I was surprised at my reception. The hallway outside the classroom was filled with guys-- some that appeared barely old enough to be in college and some that appeared to be in their mid thirties. Nearly all of them were staring at me. I smiled back nervously, reaching a hand up to comb my fingers through my soaking blonde hair in a vain attempt at looking presentable. Was I in the wrong place? Had I stumbled into some kind of guys only class? THE HERO "This should help." The voice came from behind me, a deep, intoxicating sound that made me gasp in surprise. As I turned around, I felt a jacket being slipped over my shoulders. The fabric of the sport coat was heavy and easily swallowed my frame, but the liner was warm and comforting. I clung to the lapels, greedily keeping the warmth inside, and I smiled up at a clean cut, mid-twenties man that stood several inches above me. He wore a friendly smile on his lips, and his deep green eyes seemed to stare right through me. My lips parted, though it took me a moment to coax the words out. "Thanks. I was freezing." A soft chuckle came from his lips as he nodded his understanding. "I know. We could tell." His friendly smile twisted in to a mischievous grin as he nodded towards the rest of the group in the hall. I glanced back towards them, most of whom had gone back to idle banter or reading their books. The show was apparently over. When I looked perplexed back towards the man beside me, he gestured towards the jacket. "You might consider carrying an umbrella or wearing something other than white. This is Florida, after all. It's going to rain almost every afternoon during hurricane season." Panic struck me suddenly as I opened the jacket enough to look down at myself. Just as he suggested, my shirt had become all but transparent and showed most of my tanned torso as it clung to my body. A tiny school logo and my white lace bra was all that protected my breasts from wandering eyes, and my nipples still stood out against the thin fabric of the polo shirt. My cheeks flushed instantly, and I spun quickly to face the wall, unable meet his gaze again. "Oh my god," I whispered, one hand reaching out of the jacket to shield my eyes. "I am so embarrassed." "Hey, don't sweat it. Just think-- you'll probably never see any of these dorks again. They're all in computer programming with me. What class are you looking for?" I hesitated. I didn't want to answer. I didn't even want to admit it, now. "Computer programming." For a few seconds, silence hung in the air. I finally pulled my hand away to look up at the man, who seemed to be crossed between shocked and amused. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "Nothing," he said, holding his hands up in front of him innocently. "It's just-- you don't strike me as a programmer." "Why? Because I forgot my umbrella?" "Oh, no. That's not it... at all." I could hear my heart pound in my ears as his eyes bore into mine. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. My hand rose nervously to brush my hair back behind my ear. "My name's Kyle. I'm the TA for this class," he finally broke the silence, stretching his hand out. "I'm Ashley," I responded, placing my hand into his. His grip was gentle, his hand big enough to wrap completely around mine, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. "Ashley, why don't you go home and get some dry clothes on? You can bring my jacket back during my office hours, and I'll get you caught up on what you missed." My eyes widened, and my smile brightened. "You would do that?" "Of course. Now go on, I can't be seen showing favoritism to the only girl in the class." I rolled my eyes at him, but I wasn't about to argue. My dorm room was back across campus, and I had a long run to get there. THE LOVER Kyle's office hours weren't until the next morning. When I got up, I put on a navy blue dress with the same wedge heels as the day before. The cut of the top was a little low across my C-cups, and I chewed my bottom lip as I considered them in the mirror. Maybe I wanted him to notice. I pulled the jacket down from the window, where I had hung it to dry, and started my trek across campus. "Come in," I heard Kyle's familiar voice after I knocked on the door. He looked up from his computer and smiled when I stepped in, holding his jacket in front of me. "Good as new, I hope," I said as Kyle rose and stepped around his desk. "I'll pay for the dry cleaning if you think it needs it." "Don't worry about it. It's just a jacket." He assured me as it took the jacket and pushed the door closed behind me. "Please, come in, make yourself at home." I crossed my legs as I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, and when Kyle came back from hanging up his coat, his step faltered. His eyes slid from my calves to my chest, which he had apparently just noticed since taking the coat, and it took him a few seconds to compose his thoughts. "So, I think..." "Oh! Thank you, again, for loaning me your coat, You really don't know how much I appreciated not having to sit through class soaking wet with everyone in there staring at me," I cut him off, rising from the chair again. He followed me with his eyes and smiled. "You're welcome," he replied as he leaned back against his desk. "Besides, it would have been a little more than distracting to try to teach in front of." "You think I'm distracting?" I asked, a playful smile curling my lips. I took a step in front of him, my light blue eyes gazing up into his emerald orbs. It took every ounce of courage I possessed, but for the first time, I saw a flash of lust cross his face. "I-- I think you're..." "Yes?" I prompted, my hands reaching up to rest gently on his chest. I saw his eyes dip briefly down towards my chest and his Adam's apple rise and fall as he swallowed harshly. I could feel his heard pound underneath my hands through the cotton of his dress shirt. As I eased forward slowly, I could feel his arousal stir against my navel. The sensation sent tingles across my skin, and I felt my own excitement blossom. "You are... my student," Kyle forced himself to say breathlessly. His hands found mine and gently pried them from his chest. He slithered out from the side of the desk, where I had pinned him, and stood facing away from me. I stood, my hands at my sides, silent for a long moment before I stepped forward again. "I'm sorry," I said gently. I reached out to touch his sides, and the musky odor of his cologne filled my nose. "My boyfriend-- I caught him with my ex-roommate. I wasn't sure I would ever be able to trust a guy again. But I feel safe around you. You were nice to me when no one else was." Kyle turned to face me, his jaw tight. He was still trying to resist looking at me that way. "Ashley, you can trust me," he said in the same gentle voice he had used when we first met. "I know," I said, moving forward once more. "And you can trust me." As I stared into his eyes, I could see the heat still burning in them. "I won't tell anyone," I whispered. In an instant, his lips were on mine and I felt his hand tangle into my blonde tresses. The kiss was deep and hungry, and I let out a little grunt of surprise as my arms lifted to wrap around his neck. Our lips parted at the same time, and his tongue stretched out into my mouth. I welcomed him with my own, the soft caress turning more aggressive as our tongues began to wrestle sensuously. His lips parted from mine as his grip tightened in my hair, and his mouth slid down my cheek to my throat. I let out a moan as he held me tightly and feasted on my neck. My breath turned to pants, and the slightest touch felt like electricity across my flesh. As quickly as the kiss began, I felt Kyle pull away. Then I felt the hem of my dress start to rise from my knees. As I stood in front of him, he peeled the soft cotton up and over my head, tossing it to the floor and exposing the supple flesh of my bared breasts to him. Each of his hands cupped one of my soft mounds, and I reached up to pull my long hair out of his way. His body urged me back against the edge of the desk as he leaned in and kissed the top of my chest. My hands swirled through his hair as I sat on the edge of the desk, and I let my head fall back as his kisses turned to nibbles drew a path down towards one hardened nipple that throbbed between his teeth. I practically screamed as his mouth closed over the sensitive flesh, and one of his hands shot up quickly to cover my mouth. My eyes widened, and I immediately realized what I had done. I flushed beat red as he leaned in close to my ear and bit my lobe, causing me to whimper. "If you can't be quiet," he whispered, "we'll have to find something to put in your mouth." Though I wanted to roll my eyes at his corniness, I let the reference slide. Instead, I licked at the palm covering my mouth and gently bit at it. He groaned and his hand came back into my hair, holding my head back to look up at him. "You like to play a little rough?" he asked dominantly. I gasped, my heart pounding, the blood pulsing through my veins driving my arousal even harder. "Yes," I whispered, unable to nod against his grip on my hair. He pulled my hair back farther, then, and turned me around at the same time. Unwilling the suffer the stinging sensation of his hand in my hair any longer, I gave in, laying back on the desk with my head being pulled back over the edge. I looked, upside down, at the crotch of his trousers as his free hand lowered his zipper and withdrew his throbbing nine inch erection. Surprised at his side, my lips parted and he pushed his hips forward, sliding the tip of his thick shaft into my mouth. I gasped through my nose as my lips encircled his pulsing member. The warmth of my saliva coated him as he teased me with a little more of his length before pulling back out. When I tried to move my head forward, his grip on my hair tightened and I stopped, letting him keep control of the pace. What part of my hair that wasn't wrapped in his fist dangled down towards the floor, and my wedge heels settled on either side of the laptop sitting on the middle of his desk. I could feel the heat between my thighs growing with every passing second, and I had no doubt that he could tell just how aroused I was. After what felt like a full minute, his hand stopped guiding his cock in and out of my mouth and instead slid across my shoulder to squeeze my breasts. I moaned against his sensitive tip and he pushed himself into my mouth until I could feel the tip of him against my throat. I gagged reflexively, and Kyle pulled out until he could feel my tongue relax. Soon, though, his hand was sliding from my breast, down my stomach, towards my navel. As he reached forward, his cock again pressed against my throat. I gagged again, but this time, he didn't stop. His fist tightened in my hair, and he shoved his hips forward. My eyes watered as I tried to swallow against the thick cock being forced into my throat. I couldn't breathe. My whole body tightened. I could feel his public hair tickling my chin, and as his hips rocked again, his balls bounced lightly against my forehead. It wasn't until his fingers had slipped under the waistband of my panties and he felt the smoothly shaven crest of my thighs that he pulled his hips back and withdrew the cock from my mouth. I coughed and gasped for air, squeezing my eyes closed to keep them from watering. "Take your panties off," Kyle stated. Obediently, I raised my hips from the desk and slid the panties down my thighs. As I pulled my knees up to take them off, I heard Kyle grown. "That's it. Stay just like that. Spread your legs a little. Good. Now, play with yourself for me." The sound of Kyle's voice telling me what he wanted and the heat behind his words made my pussy even wetter. I reached my hands between my thighs and spread my shaved lips for him, exposing the glistening pink flesh inside. Gently, I slid my middle finger around between the lips, brushing over my swollen clit before finally pushing it up into my tunnel. Kyle's hips thrust forward again, and I took him back into my mouth. This time, he pushed all the way back in on the first stroke. I closed my eyes to fight the reflexive gag, though he pulled out more quickly. I slid my middle finger all the way in to my slit as my other hand rubbed my clit, and Kyle fell into a rhythm, fucking my mouth and clinging to my hair as watched me fuck my pussy with my fingers. Again, his free hand grabbed my breast, twisting my nipple between his fingers, and a muffled moan escaped my throat. "Oh, fuck, Ashley..." Kyle groaned as he pushed deep into my throat again, grinding his balls into my nose. I could feel his cock throb on the verge of explosion, but he pulled out suddenly. Again, I coughed, and as I gasped for air, Kyle's hand released my hair. He stepped back from the desk, his saliva coated erection arcing up out of his lowered zipper, and moved around to the front. He stretched out a hand to help me up and eased me off of the desk in front of him. I reached up my hands to his shoulders, and again our lips met, our tongues caught in a brief duel before his hands found my hips and he spun me away from him. I could feel the power in his body as one hand stayed on my hip and the other went to the back of my neck. I reached out my hands, catching the edge of the desk, as he positioned me in front of him. The tip of his cock brushed against my thigh and I spread my legs farther for him, easing up a little higher on tip toe, though the wedge heels made it more difficult. Soon, I could feel his erection nuzzling against the lips of my pussy. The tip seemed to bathe in my juices and tease my clit before finding its way into my tight tunnel. I bit back a moan as his manhood pushed deeper inside me, stretching my inner muscles around his girth. Once fully inside, he stilled for a moment and moved his hand from my neck back into my long hair. He pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my back and press my ass back against him. Then he withdrew almost completely from me before thrusting forward again with such force that I cried out. I heard a sudden "Shh" from behind me as he pulled me back against him again, and I swallowed harshly, trying to fight the urge to moan or scream-- unsure which might escape if I were to let go of myself. Again he withdrew, settling into a steady, pounding rhythm that brought his trousers against my bare thighs again and again. Occasionally, I could feel the cool metal of his belt against my ass before he withdrew again. The sounds of our panting breath filled the office. As he held my head back, I had little choice but to look up. The blinds were still open in the third-story office, and I gazed out at the courtyard below to the students that busily went from class to class. Something about the thought of them looking up and seeing me pushed me over the edge, and I whimpered as quietly as I could as I thrust my ass back against Kyle. My orgasm swept over me in waves, and I coated Kyle's cock with my hot juices as the muscles of my pussy squeezed tightly around his shaft. Kyle's breath deepened, but he remained stony and silent. I could tell he was still trying to hold off his own orgasm, and mine only pushed him that much closer. Slowly, he slid his thickness from my dripping pussy and took his hand from my hip to guide it upwards. I squirmed when I felt the slick tip brush against little pink pucker of my virgin ass. "Ky.." I started to protest, but his fist tightened in my hair suddenly and I gasped. His hips pushed forward and the tip pressed harder, my own juices allowing the tip to slide into me. "Fuck," Kyle growled in a dangerous sounding whisper. His arousal was raging out of control, and he pushed me harder down on the desk, flattening my chest against it and forcing me to turn my head sideways. "Ky.." I started again, my soprano in little more than whimper. Again, Kyle cut me off. He thrust his hips forward, filling my ass with his cock. I lay my hands flat against the desk as Kyle pins me there, my ass pointed up towards him, presented like a trophy. Slowly he withdraws before thrusting in again, reaching back and slapping one of my ass cheeks with a loud CRACK that caused me to cry out. As he fucked my ass, I slowly started to get used to the feeling, and my pussy once more began to ache for release. "Fuck me.." I heard myself beg quietly as my mind swam in the sensation. "That's it," Kyle groaned just as quietly, his hand grabbing my hip forcefully. "Take it in your ass, you little slut." "Oh, god, yes! I want to be your little slut," I pleaded. "Use me how you want." Kyle slammed into me and I couldn't hold back the whimpers. His hand tightened in my hair, and suddenly his body tightened. The last thrust pushed his cock into me to the hilt, and I could feel his hot seed release inside me. I moaned as his body started to relax behind me, and slowly he withdrew. My ass ached from the pounding, and gradually I stood back upright. I brushed my hair and smiled at him, tucking my bottom lip coyly between my teeth. "I hope I wasn't too rough towards the end," Kyle said, and I shook my head. "No," I lied. "I was nervous, at first. I've never done that before." "Well, I'm glad I could be the first," Kyle answered with a mischievous grin. He tucked is softening member back into the fly of his trousers and zipped them back up while I picked my dress up off of the floor. As I reached for my panties, he snatched them off of the desk and tucked them into his pocket. "I'll hang on to these for you." The Teaching Assistant I stood, open mouth gaping at him, for a second. "Who said you could have them?" "Oh, you did," Kyle answered smoothly as he sat down in his office chair. "When you begged me to let you be my slut." I blinked, my cheeks flushing. "I was-- I mean-- you can't--" I couldn't find words to describe what I felt. "So, you don't want to be?" Kyle asked, looking disappointed. "It's not that. I do. I just..." "It's settled, then. You'll have some different.. assignments.. than the guys in the class. I'll assign it to you during my office hours. Every Tuesday. If you do well, you'll get an A for the course. Deal?" My heart raced. I chewed on my lips for a moment, and took the opportunity to pull my dress back over my head. I tugged at the waist and chest, getting it on straight, before finally looking up and nodding. "Deal." "Good," Kyle said with a pleasant smile. "The first assignment is easy. Bring me all of your panties and bras by class tomorrow. You won't need them for the rest of the semester." "Okay," I agreed with a nervous smile and a small nod, turning to make my way back out of Kyle's office. "Oh, and, Ashley-- one more thing. You can refer to me as Mr. Rathford." As I opened the door, I looked back at Kyle and nodded. My heart was throbbing in my chest. What had I gotten myself into? "Yes, Mr. Rathford," I agreed quietly as I closed the door behind me.