0 comments/ 32224 views/ 2 favorites After The Conference By: Exxotica It was getting late in the afternoon and his meeting was running way longer than he had expected. He was so excited that he had finally persuaded her to come with him on his overnight business trip. While in the meeting, his mind drifted to her, remembering how great she looked and how wonderful it was when they made love. The thoughts sent shivers down his spine, and he instantly felt his cock twitch. He also wondered what she had been doing all day. He had felt guilty for leaving her on her own, but felt sure she had found ways of entertaining herself, probably at the nearby mall or the hotel shops. It was already 6 p.m. when the meeting was dismissed. He hurried out of the conference room in the hotel and made a mad dash for the elevators. As he passed the hotel bar, he heard his name called. When he paused to look in, he was shocked to see her sitting on a barstool with her legs crossed, facing him. She was stunning. She had obviously been shopping. She looked gorgeous. She had on a cream-colored silky dress that had to be the slinkiest thing she had ever put on. It had a slit up the side that went halfway up her hip and, as always, he knew she was not wearing any panties. The dress had spaghetti straps that seemed to strain against the weight of her full breasts. He could see the definite outline of her erect nipples through the thin material and its low cut front made her cleavage appear to run forever. She looked so damn desirable, and he could feel himself swelling to full erection. As he approached her, he drank in every drop of her seductive appearance. She was caressing a margarita, and he asked how many she'd had. "This is the first one. You know I don't drink that much," she told him. But he knew the effect one drink had on her, and he became even more excited at the thought of the wetness between her thighs. He started to sit down at the bar next to her, wondering what she had planned for them, but she said, "No, baby, why don't you go back to the room and change into something casual first, then we'll go out." To his surprise, however, as he began to walk away, she didn't get up. Aren't you coming?" he asked "No, I'll wait here for you." He knew she was teasing him, and he felt a twinge of jealousy. He knew that she had the eye of every man in the bar. He hurried up to the room and when he got there, he quickly stripped and got into some casual, but dressy clothes. In his rush of things, he did not notice, at first, the new flesh-colored, rather large toy siting on the nightstand. Beside it was a note that read..."Played with this thing all afternoon.... Killed the batteries.... Looking forward to my toy tonight that won't wear out so fast!" He practically came right there. She was teasing him incredibly. He could feel the naughtiness radiating from the note. She was so exciting; he couldn't wait to get back down to the bar to be with her. But before he left the room, he couldn't resist the temptation to sniff the wobbly rubber dick and indeed it smelled of her delicious sex. He could only picture in his mind the pleasure she must have had pumping it in and out of her pussy. He ran to the elevator and when he got to the ground floor, the door opened and there she was, standing across the room in a group of people. She was laughing at something a young gentleman said, flirting, and batting her eyes. Her hand reached up to stroke his arm as their conversation continued. She looked up and saw him frozen at the elevator staring at her. They smiled at each other and she turned back to the group and bid her good-byes. She slowly turned, and with every man's eye upon her, she sashayed across the marble floor. Her long red hair was afire, and her green eyes sparkled with a desire that made him weak. When she walked, the slits of her dress opened to reveal bear skin all the way up her hips. He knew that she was feeling absolutely wicked wearing this dress. She kissed him full on the mouth, the kind of kiss that every man craved. He could feel the room's eyes upon them, but he didn't care. She was his and he was going to make sure everybody that dared look at them knew it. As they walked across the room and out the door, they had eyes only for each other and no one else mattered. They went to a restaurant in the upscale part of town. The only light the room had was the candle at each table and some wall sconces. The maitre d' showed them to a corner booth in the rear. It was a circular booth and he was able to sit right next to her, holding her, feeling the warmth of her skin through the material of her thin dress. It was then that he realized she was not wearing a bra because her nipples became fully erect as he brushed them with his hand. My God, he thought, she is totally naked except for that skimpy dress she's wearing. The booth where they sat was ideal for the intimate meal, because it had greenery surrounding the seats so that they could not be seen by anyone else in the dark restaurant. The waitress took their order, said it would be a while before their meal would be ready, and disappeared. He leaned over and kissed her, and she moved in closer to him for more passion. In doing so, her elbow hit the silverware and knocked a fork to the floor. He told her that he would get it and he slipped down to retrieve the fallen utensil. The thought occurred to him that this was just a ploy by her to get him on the floor, and realizing that the floor length table cloth had him totally concealed, he decided to seize the opportunity at hand. He ran his hands up her legs and was delighted when she spread them voluntarily, inviting him to explore further. He could smell the aroma of her dripping sex and he moved in, kissing her milky smooth thighs and enjoying the heightening intensity of her smell as he drew closer. It was then that she scooted down further so that he could spread her legs even wider. He kissed the lips of her pussy tenderly and the euphoric taste of her cunt sent him into a sexual orbit. He kissed her again, this time, letting his tongue follow from her opening right up to her clit, which he greedily sucked into his mouth. He didn't think she could get any wetter than she already was. Her juices seemed so hot and thick. He could contain himself no longer, and he began licking her hot pussy with reckless abandon, taking in every drop of her sweetness. At one point, he stiffened his pointed tongue, just the way she liked it and started tongue-fucking her, moving his head back and forth. He heard her gasping for breath and moaning and knew she was close to a mind shattering orgasm. Before it hit her, she suddenly grabbed his head and pulled him away from his dining paradise. He moved back up to his appropriate position in the booth and kissed her deeply, letting her smell her own hot cream and the taste of her pussy on his tongue. She nibbled at his neck and whispered breathlessly in his ear... "I'm not hungry, lover. Why don't we pay the bill and get out of here?" She didn't have to ask twice, and they made their exit. They were both so hot for each other that they almost ran to the car in the parking lot. She was so into her sexuality it seemed she was throwing a little extra into her hip movement as she walked, almost begging the high slits on her dress to ride up even higher. He deliberately dropped back a step or two just to admire the gorgeous view of her legs and delicious ass as they hypnotized him with their sexually rhythmic movement across the parking lot. He opened the door for her and he went around to the driver's side. When he opened the door, he saw her sitting there totally nude except for high heels. She had slipped off the dress as he made his way around the car. She had one hand on her left breast and the other working the juices of her crotch. He could hear the swishing of her wet pussy as she worked her clit with her fingers. As soon as he closed the door, she attacked his belt and zipper, freeing his rock-hard manhood in a passionate fury. His cock emerged so swollen and red, and she immediately engulfed him with her mouth. She never took her hand off her pussy while she bobbed up and down on his cock, sucking and licking him toward an impending orgasm. He felt beads of pre-cum rising as she slurped on his shaft. He tried to warn her in a breathless whisper to ease up, and just as furiously as she had started, she stopped. She rose up and kissed him deeply, sharing his juices with him orally and using her hand to maintain the heightened arousal his cock was enjoying. She moved her hand down, massaging his balls, teasing. "I've got to have you now," he murmured in her ear, and she quickly obliged by shifting over to his side of the seat. Naked, she straddled him, her hand still furiously massaging her hot swollen clit as she lowered herself down onto him. The feeling of rapture when he entered her was beyond description. His heart was pounding furiously and the sight of her fucking him was more than his fantasy-ridden mind could handle. She bounced on him, rubbing herself and groping her own breasts. He was so close and hated to blow his load, but he simply couldn't take it any more. "Oh, Pet! I'm cummmming...Oh, God...do it, baby, do it!!!" She responded by kissing him ever so deeply and passionately. Searching his mouth with her tongue. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten around his shaft and knew that she was climaxing with him. His white-hot desires shot into her. She continued to bounce up and down on him and he could feel his own cum oozing out of her, dripping on his balls. The heat was unbelievable. He was so turned on. She bit her lower lip and quivered in multiple orgasms as he caressed her bare nipples. He could feel her muscles squeeze him as the waves of pleasure swept over her. Several moments later, she climbed off him. His cock was still rigid and thick and she caressed him lovingly. "I can see you are not finished for the evening," she said, "I'm not either." And he watched her slip the little dress back over her naked body. He couldn't wait to get her back to the hotel and continue this erotic night of sexual pleasures. After the Conference You come back to the hotel suite after a long day sitting through seminars. You open the door and see that I have been busy. The lights are dimmed. There is soft music playing. There is a fire in the fireplace. Candles surround the hot tub and give the room a faint vanilla aroma. There is an array of various fruits on the table along side a bowl of chocolate. There is also a bottle of champagne on ice. As you enter the room and set down your bag I come up behind you and wrap you in my arms and cover your neck with soft kisses. I tell you that I have been waiting for you. I am wearing a pair of black silk boxers and nothing else. You turn around and your lips find mine as I kiss you deeply. My tongue pushes past your lips and entwines with yours. You return the favor and I take your tongue into my mouth and suck it gently. My hands softly caress your back and move down and cup your firm ass. I massage your ass in my strong hands as we continue to kiss. My hands move up and find the zipper on your dress. In one smooth motion I slide your zipper down and your dress falls to the floor. You are left standing in your bra and silk panties. I take you in my arms and carry you over to the large bed in the center of the room. I lay you down and look deep into your eyes and tell you that tonight I plan to give you pleasure you never dreamed possible. I then resume to kissing your hot lips. I break our passionate kiss and begin to kiss my way down your neck. You sit up slightly as I reach behind you and undo your bra. Your nipples become hard as you can feel my breath against them. I take my tongue and slowly trace the contours of your breasts before moving my attention to your nipples. I take your nipple into my mouth and gently nip it with my teeth sending a shiver through your body. I then begin to suck on your nipple and flick it with my tongue. I alternate between each breast making sure that each nipple remains hard and sensitive to my touch. After spending a long time with your breast I get up and grab the bottle of champagne from the table. I return to the bed and pour a little champagne on to your breasts. It slowly runs off your nipples and flows to your navel. I set down the bottle and begin to lick the cool champagne from your hot skin. Soon I am at the top of your panties. I can see that you are very aroused as your panties are already soaked through. I move my hands behind you and slowly remove your panties. The cool air feels wonderful against your hot wet pussy. I move to your thighs and begin to kiss my way up to your pussy. Slowly licking and kissing closer and closer. When I get to your pussy lips I slowly trace around them with my tongue. I can taste your wetness and feel my cock stiffen even more than it already was. I take my tongue and slowly slide it upward along your slit. I make sure to flick your clit with each upward lick. I begin to slide my tongue inside of your hot tight hole with each lick. Soon I begin to focus my attention on your clit. I wrap my lips around it and slowly roll it back and forth as I slide two fingers deep inside of you. I begin to move my fingers in and out as I start to suck on your clit. I make sure to flick it nice and hard with my tongue. I can feel it throb between my lips. Soon you are cumming. I feel your cunt close tightly around my fingers as you shake with a powerful orgasm. Your juices begin to flow heavily as you cum hard. I continue to suck on your clit as you come down from your orgasm. As the last small after shock ripples through you I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to the hot tub. I set you on the edge as I climb in. I then take you in my arms and have you sit with your back to me on my lap. You can feel my hard cock press against your back. I lift you up and the head of my cock comes to rest against your hot pussy. Even in the hot water I can feel the heat radiating from your cunt. I lower you down slowly. My cock begins to sink inside of you. Soon I am buried all the way inside of your pussy. You squeeze your pussy muscles and my cock throbs in response. You lean back and begin to move up and down. Sliding your pussy up and down my hard cock. With one hand I reach around and rub your hard clit. With the other hand I reach up and squeeze and massage your tits. As we continue to fuck I move us around in the tub until there is a water jet shooting up between our bodies. The jets blasts hard against my balls and your clit as you lean forward and start to fuck my hard and fast. My hard cock strikes against your g-spot with each hard thrust. With you in this position you ass is just begging to be played with and I am more than happy to comply. I take my finger and slowly slide it deep inside of your ass. This brings a low guttural moan of pleasure from you as your explode in yet another orgasm. As you contract your ass around my finger you also tighten your pussy around my cock. The feeling is overwhelming and I feel my own orgasm start to build. I yell out that I am going to cum and you tell me you want me to cum inside of you. I scream out as my cock twitches and then explodes shooting a huge load of cum deep inside of your cunt. You continue to ride me as you lean back and kiss me deeply. Gradually you slow the pace and soon we are left still joined kissing passionately as the bubbles in the hot tub surround us. I break the kiss and whisper to you that the night has just begun. After the Conference As a vet student one might think that Laura would be better able to pay attention during classroom lectures as she spent much of her time sitting through them, but that hadn't seemed to help her attention span. This was evident as she struggled to pull her focus back to the lecture she was currently sitting in. "At least," she thought to herself "it isn't one of my usual professors." The lecture she was currently in was a 'workshop' at a veterinary conference she had traveled to for the weekend. And really, it was a topic she was interested in, assessment of sub-clinical mastitis in dairy herds. Despite that, she still found her attention wandering once again. With a little mental growl of determination she again pulled her attention back to the professor giving the talk and told herself she would listen for the remaining half hour or so of the workshop. This scenario repeated itself for the rest of that workshop and through another session following the first before it came to time for dinner. Laura ate and talked with a few other vets and vet students during dinner, then checked the conference schedule, noting that the rest of the night was left open for social & networking time. Deciding that seemed like a good opportunity for a little break Laura made her way up to her hotel room a few floors above the where the conference was taking place. When she got up to her room Laura flopped down on the bed and let herself relax for a few minutes. She didn't often have the opportunity to get out of town and away from her typical university life so she was doing her best to treat this conference as a vacation. With that thought in mind Laura sat up on the bed and started digging through her bag for a moment before pulling out the vibrator she had brought with her. She had been looking forward to spending some time alone with her toy all day could feel herself getting excited already just having it in her hand. She sprawled back on the bed and pushed her skirt up to slide her panties off her legs before tossing them on top of her bag. Despite her excitement Laura glanced at the clock and hesitated. She knew she would enjoy her alone time more if she could get undressed and take as long as she wanted, and felt like she should make her way back downstairs to the networking time at the conference. With a sigh she set the vibrator down and stood up; alone time would have to wait. She glanced at her panties where they lay on the bag, but decided to leave them there. Talking with everyone downstairs would be just a little more exciting knowing she was bare under her skirt, plus it would help build some tension for her to release later. Before heading back downstairs Laura stopped in front of the mirror to double-check her hair and outfit. She wore a smooth, grey business skirt with a tight-fitting but professional looking black top. With her tall, thin figure her skirt, despite being intended to be a respectable garment, left quite a bit of bare leg. Not so much that she thought it inappropriate for the setting, but more than she might have preferred. Oh, the hardships of being a tall, thin young woman. After ascertaining that her clothing was properly situated and that her long, curly blonde hair was pinned and fastened to her satisfaction Laura ventured back to the conference. For the next couple of hours she found herself talking with a variety of other conference goers, mostly other vet students like herself but with a mixture of practicing vets and a handful of professors. She often found herself snickering to herself about her lack of panties and found a pleasant warmth of a low level arousal keeping her company throughout the evening. The hotel had provided a bar for the conference, and in keeping with her vacation mindset Laura allowed herself to have a few drinks, which also contributed to her feelings of naughtiness at being panty-less. As the evening progressed and the crowd started to thin she spotted the professor that had given the mastitis workshop that she had had done her best to pay attention to earlier. She had thought of a few questions during his presentation and decided this seemed like a good opportunity to get his thoughts. Standing up to make her way over to the professor Laura felt the room spin a little and realized that she was a bit more drunk than she had thought. "Oh well," she thought, "I only have to walk to the elevator and down the hall, its not like I have to drive anywhere." Doing her best to appear more sober than she felt she made her way over to the professor where he was standing against one of the walls. "Hi professor, my name is Laura, do you mind if I ask a few questions I have from your workshop this afternoon?" she asked, somewhat timidly. "Sure, although I don't guarantee an answer." He responded with a smile. "Heh, oh that's okay, I was just hoping you could clear up a few things for me." Laura responded before launching into her questions. At first Laura struggled not to show the nervousness that she often felt when talking with authority-type figures but as they began to go into more detail in response to her questions her nervousness around the professor began to fade, although she wasn't truly aware of it. What she was aware of was the presence of the professor in front of her. She had leaned against the wall as they talked to steady herself and suddenly noticed how close the professor had moved as their conversation progressed. He was significantly taller than she was, which was somewhat unusual for her, and had an air of confidence around him that made his presence in front of her seem larger than his actual physical size, for while tall her appeared to be fairly fit. Laura attempted to attribute how close he was standing to an attempt to be able to converse more easily over the noise in the room, but he had slowly shifted forward to be so close that he occasionally brushed her arm or shoulder while shifting or gesturing. The proximity of the professor's confident bearing soon began to have its effect on Laura's body, which at first she wasn't consciously aware of but the heat growing between her legs, on top of the warmth that had already been there, quickly became impossible to ignore. Laura attempted to continue ignoring her increased arousal while she went on talking with the professor, and halfway wished she hadn't decided to forego panties as she might not have been in this predicament otherwise. But not really, she was having too much fun being naughty, plus this was her vacation. In fact, Laura was a bit surprised by her body's response. While the professor was a tall, attractive man he was significantly older than her 22 years and she had no conscious sexual interest in him. She chalked it up to her already aroused state and his physical closeness and attempted to put it out of her mind. Their conversation continued for another few minutes before turning to a fairly specific component of the professor's most recent research. Laura was very interested in hearing about the results but the professor was having trouble communicating all of the details. "I'm not quite sure I understand that last bit, about the comparison between the five methods of treatment, can you run through that again." Laura said, after his second attempt to explain it. "Well, I could but its hard to explain clearly without the charts." Responded the professor. "You know," he continued, as if struck by a thought "I have all the charts and everything on my computer up in my room, I can show you if you'd like." "That would be great!" Laura immediately replied, not considering that would put her alone in his room. "Okay, I'm up on the fourth floor, let's catch the elevator." They continued chatting on the way up to his room, where he unlocked the door and ushered her in. The professor shut the door behind them and paused for a moment to take off his jacket and hang it up in the closet before turning back to Laura. "Okay," he said "Why don't you have a seat at the desk there while I dig out my laptop." Following his suggestion Laura pulled out the lone chair in front of the desk and sat down. She noticed while she did so that although she had mostly managed to put her arousal out of her mind her body hadn't forgotten, as clearly indicated by the continuing heat between her legs. "Here it is." Said the professor, displaying his computer before setting it on the desk where Laura was seated. "All right, it'll just take a minute for me to pull up the charts." The small size of the desk had resulted in the two of them to again be placed very close to one another. The professor was standing to Laura's right, with no more than a few inches between her body and his as he stood leaning over the desk and computer. "Ah, here they are." He said, sliding the computer over in front of Laura before moving to stand behind her so he could see the screen at the same time she could. Leaning forward in her seat Laura looked at the screen, "Oh I think I see," she said while studying the charts. "Wait, what about the third chart here, what is that showing." "This one here?" asked the professor, bending over to point at the screen. "Yes, I'm not sure I quite get what that is showing." Laura said. "Hmm, ok, let me see if I can explain this better this time now that I have the chart in front of me." He said. The professor knelt down on one knee halfway behind and to the right of Laura's chair in order to be able to reach the mousepad. Doing so again put his very close to her, with his left hand on the back of her chair and his right arm nearly touching her shoulder as he reached forward. He clicked around on the computer for a moment before saying "Okay, here we go, this should help. Do you see here?" As he said this, the professor shifted his left hand from the back of the chair to Laura's left shoulder. Startled by his touch Laura jumped a little, but, unsure how to react, tried to focus on what was on the computer screen. She stared at it for a few seconds, then said "Yeah, I think I see now. Thanks a lot." "You're welcome, I enjoyed getting to explain things to a beautiful young woman like you." replied the professor, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Okay, I think I should be getting back to my room now." Said Laura, getting a bit uncomfortable with the professor's attention. "Really? You're welcome to stay here, we could mix up some drinks from the mini-bar." Responded the professor. "No thanks, I really should go." Replied Laura, attempting to stand up. "Well, that's too bad. I really think you should stay." Said the professor as he moved his other hand onto Laura's shoulder and forced her back down into a sitting position in the chair. "And I think that you are going to like staying, whatever you think now." With that the professor leaned down behind Laura where she sat in the chair so he was whispering in her ear. "I can tell by the clothes you're wearing that you are really a little slut, whatever you might pretend otherwise. I mean, why wear such a tight top unless you wanted to show your body off." As he said this he slid one hand down off her shoulder and firmly cupped one of her breasts through her top and bra. As this was happening Laura sat in a sort of stunned immobility, her brain working overtime but still not figuring out how to respond to the situation. She knew she wanted to get away and get out of there but couldn't come to a conclusion of just what to do. While she sat there frantically trying to process what was happening she heard the professor whisper, "That feels nice," while squeezing her breast. "But you know I bet it would feel better like this." He continued, moving his hand up to slide it inside the neckline of her shirt and under her bra. She felt him again firmly cup one of her breasts, this time pinching her nipple. She let out a yelp of surprise even as she felt, entirely against her will, a jolt of pleasure from his pinching. This snapped her out of her immobility and she attempted to stand up while twisting out from the desk and away from the professor behind her. She almost succeeded in standing but caught one of her legs on the chair and wound up sprawling on the floor. Before she could gather herself up the professor was standing over her, one hand holding each of her wrists. Laura struggled against him for a moment but he was clearly much stronger than her as his hands hardly budged against her struggles. She suddenly realized she could feel her butt cheeks rubbing directly against the carpet and with mounting horror discovered that in her struggles her skirt had bunched up around her waist, displaying her lack of panties. The professor immediately noticed her nakedness and said, "I see I was right, you are a little slut, wearing a skimpy skirt like that with no panties. And you keep it nicely shaved too, even better." The professor then clasped both her wrists in one hand and, with his other hand clasping her under her armpit, lifted Laura to her feet. Once she gained her feet he spun her around and wrapped one arm around her torso to pull her back against his chest. With one arm holding her in place he had his other hand free to fondle Laura. He started by again squeezing a breast through her top but quickly moved his hand downward over her flat, firm belly to the top of her skirt which had fallen back down now that was standing. "Let's get that skirt out of the way." He said, and without waiting for a response found and lowered the zipper and roughly tugged her skirt past her hips, letting it fall to the floor. "Much better." He murmured in her ear, cupping her mound in his hand. "So smooth," he whispered, running his fingers over her vulva, "I love it when sluts keep their pussies so neatly shaved for me." Laura, again frozen into immobility by her racing thoughts, managed to stammer out "Please, please." As his hand continued stroking her mound. "Please what?" the professor responded. "Please put something inside you? I figure that would be what a little whore like you would want isn't it." Not waiting for an answer he plunged a thick finger into her tight, young, and to Laura's horror, wet, pussy. "Oh, you are enjoying this aren't you?" he asked "No!" managed Laura in response, thinking her wetness was from her earlier arousal. Suddenly, however, she realized with a sense of shock that the professor's rough treatment was turning her on. "No," she said again, more to herself this time in disbelief that this could be turning her on. Here she was, probably about to be forced to have sex with this much older man and it was turning her on. Maybe she really was the slut he said she was. The professor didn't leave her any time to dwell on it as he withdrew his finger from her folds to grab her top by both straps and pull them off her shoulders. This left her with her small, perky breasts exposed and also trapped her arms to her sides in the rolled down sleeves of her top. Laura, to her horror, had to stifle a moan as he put his hands over both her breasts, pinching both nipples. "Such nice little handfuls." He said "With perfect little nipples, and already hard too aren't they slut?" He continued massaging her breasts and gave her nipples another pinch, sending dual surges of pleasure through her that, try as she might, she couldn't ignore. She tried to stifle any outward response but still let out a little gasp that the professor didn't miss. "Ah, you are enjoying this aren't you?" he asked. "No, I..." Laura started, but trailed off as he once again squeezed her nipples. "Oh I think you do. And I think a slut like you is looking forward to what I'm going to do to you." Releasing her breasts the professor roughly spun her around to face him and pushed her down to her knees. He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing his cock, already hard, pointing straight at Laura's face as she knelt in front of him. "I think you know what to do." He said, placing the tip of his cock at her lips. Laura felt her resistance breaking down. She really did love to suck cock, although it had always been a boyfriend in the past, the cock in front of her looked as appealing as ever. Resolutely, however, she still tried to hold on to her resistance and turned her head to the side, while struggling to free her arms from where they were trapped at her sides. "Stop denying it, slut, now suck my cock." Said the professor, taking a handful of her hair. He forced her head back around and brought his cock to her lips again, this time forcing it into her mouth and with his hand on the back of her head forced her head up and down his cock a few times before pulling her head back, letting her gasp for breath. "I'm going to give you one more chance, now suck my cock or I'll shove it down your throat again." Hesitantly, Laura leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. As she slowly took more of him into her mouth she felt the rest of her resistance breaking down. She could hardly believe that she was getting more and more aroused by this rough treatment but the wetness between her legs was hard to ignore. So, throwing caution to the wind she threw herself into what she was doing and started to give the professor the best head she could. His cock was certainly a respectable size but not huge so gave her no problems as she took it down her throat, pausing with her nose pressed against his pubic bone before pulling back to do it again. "Oh damn, that's it, deep throat that cock like a good little whore." The professor said, between moans of pleasure as she sucked for all she was worth. Some part of her was still trying to resist in hopes of retaining at least a shred of dignity and she hoped that if she could finish him off in her mouth maybe he would let her leave. He had other ideas however, and soon pulled her head back and then brought her to her feet. "You give great head, but I wouldn't want a slut like you to miss out on what you really want." Laura again tried to free her arms and thought she could maybe get one free but before she could the professor pushed her back against the bed, knocking her onto her back. He roughly picked her up and moved her to the center of the bed, quickly pulled his pants off his feet, then fell on top of her. "Are you ready to be fucked, you little whore?" he asked, positioning his cock at her opening. Not waiting for an answer he plunged himself inside her, burying his cock to the hilt in her warm, wet depths. The professor continued to pound away, occasionally grunting or moaning. He was clearly not at all concerned with Laura's pleasure, but she still found herself moaning in pleasure along with him. The force of his thrusting, despite whatever reservations she had left, was sending waves of pleasure through her body. As he continued pounding, she could feel herself steadily building toward an orgasm. She could tell he was getting close too by his moaning, when suddenly he surprised her by roughly grasping and twisting her nipple. This unexpected jolt of pleasure pushed her over the top and she cried out as her orgasm crashed through her. Her cries seemed to push the professor over too and he let out a long groan as she could feel his come spurting into her depths. He collapsed on top of her for a moment before pulling out of her and rolling to the side. "Okay, now you can go if you want to, now that we both got what we wanted." He said. Laura struggled for a minute or so to get her top back up so her arms were free before standing up. She turned to head for the door when he said "Oh, and if you run into me at another conference you're welcome to let me know that you're not wearing panties again." After the Conference Laura simply stared at him for a moment before continuing out the door. She had a million thoughts and emotions running through her head as she made her way back to her own room, but among them was the thought that she just might take him up on that offer if they ran into each other again. Also running through her head was an intense desire to get back to her room and get herself off again and again with her vibrator while reliving the events of the past hour. She noted both of those thoughts with a sense of disbelief, and thought maybe the professor was right, maybe she really did want to be a slut.