I pulled on the tie until she raised up, now standing in front of me up against the desk. I looped the tie in a quick knot around her throat, keeping her slightly constricted. Then I reached around and palmed both her tits as I started fucking her ass. I moved slowly at first so she could adjust. I thumbed her nipples as I increased my force, my cock demanding I go faster.
Soon, I was slapping into her. She braced herself against the desk with her hands as I held onto her tits and leveraged my cock as deep as I could go into her slick, tight ass.
“Finger yourself. I want you to come when I shoot my load in your ass.”
She took one hand from the desk and reached down to her pussy. I put my hand on top of hers so I could feel what she was doing to herself. She delved down to her hole, bringing up her own cream to rub around the hard nub. She swirled and rubbed it, making herself rock back into me harder and harder with her own rhythm. I let her continue to stroke her clit as I dove two fingers into her slick pussy. The pressure increased on my cock, already in a tight squeeze.
“I’m going to come, Ms. Finnegan. Come with me.”
“Yes, professor,” she breathed.
I fucked her roughly, my balls slapping into her ass with each strong plunge. She tightened around my cock and my fingers until it was almost painful. Then she started to cry out. I took my fingers from her pussy and shoved them into her mouth to silence her. She sucked and licked her own cream as she came. My balls pulled up tight against me as my first hot spurts of cum shot into her ass. I pushed in as deeply as I could go, wanting to get my seed in every nook and cranny of her succulent body. I gritted my teeth as the release shot out of me, thick ropes no doubt filling her ass and making it weep. With one final thrust, I was finished.
I pulled out, letting my cum hit the floor. It dribbled from her ass, leaking down to her pussy and her thighs. I embedded the image in my mind to take out and look at again later when I needed to stroke off to thoughts of her.
CHAPTER SIX
Zoey Finnegan
“Are you sure I should be here?” I fidgeted on the tufted leather sofa.
The Stevens house was easily the largest residence in the city. Professor Stevens’ parents and grandparents were some bigtime industrialists. Then he started a law firm and hit a few jackpots in his early years of practice. After that, he’d retired from private practice and started teaching at the law school.
The house reflected his massive wealth, everything high end, polished, and posh. The couch I sat on probably cost a small fortune and the big screen TV on the wall would have paid my first year of tuition.
Mrs. Stevens was a successful businesswoman, though not nearly as rich as the Stevens family. She’d married up, but it she seemed to want more and more. Now I felt caught between her and her husband.
Mrs. Stevens had invited me over for the “show.” She’d cooed with triumph when I’d told her what Professor Stevens had done to me in his office. Since I’d been here, she’d already watched the video twice, masturbating to it once and then getting me off with her fingers the second time.
With the way both the Stevenses acted, I wondered why Mrs. Stevens wanted a divorce. They actually seemed sort of perfect together. Then I frowned. They were both the same, though. Both so dominant with me. So maybe they needed someone different? I wasn’t able to think it through any further because Professor Stevens walked into the living room. His eyebrows shot up when he saw me. He turned to Mrs. Stevens, then his handsome countenance faded into a dark glower.
“Well, well, Nick. Where have your manners gone? Aren’t you go to introduce yourself to our guest?” Mrs. Stevens was eating this up.
“What’s going on?” He stripped his suit coat off and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair. When he loosened his tie and pulled it off, I blushed and inspected the floor in front of me. I couldn’t meet his eye.
“We have a very special movie for you. I forgot to make the popcorn, but I still think you’ll like what you see all the same.” She walked over and sat next to me on the sofa. “Come on, Nick, don’t be scared.” She patted the seat beside her.
He came around and sat on my other side so that I was situated in between them. She clicked on the DVD player. The recording started where I was on his desk and he was eating my pussy. My eyes were glued to the screen, neither looking left nor right.