Loading...The freight elevator seemed to be taking forever. Not that Alex was really in that much of a hurry. After all, he wasn’t going anywhere for Thanksgiving. Home was too far away and he just couldn’t to go home for Christmas and Thanksgiving. No, after work, all Alex had to look forward to was an empty dorm. His roommates and most of his friends that lived in the dorm had already left for their respective homes earlier in the day. But he didn’t mind. Alex was actually looking forward to having the room all to himself. He liked his roommate quite a bit, but having a roommate meant having to be considerate of the other person.
Little things that he did not have to worry about when he had his own room in high school became part of his normal routine. He kept his side of the room tidy. He emptied the wastebasket when it got full. He made sure not to plug in his earphones when he wanted to listen to music. And of course, he and his roommate relied on the rubber band system for the ladies. Whenever he or his roommate wanted to have sex in the room, they would leave a rubber band on the doorknob to let the other one know to not come in the room until they got a text message.
Truthfully, neither roommate actually had to use the rubber band much. There were a few random hookups here and there, but nothing more than a blowjob. And again, Alex didn’t mind. It was his first year in college and he was having lots of fun. Not having a steady girlfriend meant not getting any action on a regular basis but classes and his social life kept him pretty busy. Alex was indeed enjoying college life.
The only problem that Alex had with college life and not having a steady girlfriend was that he couldn’t keep himself satisfied as often as he liked. Having a roommate, while lots of fun meant that he just couldn’t jerk off whenever he wanted to. It was the polite thing to do, and he knew that he didn’t want his roommate jerking off in his room while he was there. There was many a night when Alex would take an extra shower at night to stroke his cock in the privacy of their shared bathroom, which because they shared the bathroom with another set of roommates, was not often as Alex wanted. Perhaps he would take advantage of his roommates absence this weekend to get some quality jerk off sessions in. That sounded nice. Maybe he’d rent some pornos and spend the weekend making up for lost time. All he had to do was finish off this last mail run and he’d be free for rest of the Thanksgiving holiday.
Alex had gotten the mailroom as part of his work-study financial aid. The job didn’t pay that well, but he liked his job all right. All he had to do was sort the incoming mail and then make a couple of mail runs a day to deliver mail to the various departments at the university. It was pretty mindless work and he was thankful that he didn’t get assigned to cafeteria duty to help pay his way through college. “Seriously,” he thought to himself, “why is the freakin freight elevator taking so long to get here on the Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving break?”
“Ding!” The elevator had finally arrived and the metal doors slid open. Alex pushed his cart inside. He had an extra long mail run today as many of his co-workers were gone. He figured that since he was going to be stuck on campus, that he’d make the most of it by taking extra mail runs. He could use the extra money to pay for his plane ticket home for Christmas break.
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Professor Vanessa Diaz went through the latest draft of an research article that she was going to submit to a journal. As the newest junior professor of the accounting department faculty, she knew that she needed to publish as much as she could during her first few years. As the old academia adage goes, “publish or perish.” Fresh out of grad school, Vanessa really wanted to make an impression on her colleagues. It was hard enough being a first year professor, but being a female in a male dominated discipline made it doubly hard for her. Several of her colleagues were older men who held outdated beliefs about gender and did not take her seriously. She was a bit resentful as she had to deal with this in grad school as well. But she was determined to show that she was a serious scholar and was working extremely hard to start her academic career on the right foot.
She did not necessarily mind because she knew that once she got tenure the workload would lighten considerably, and then she would not have to spend her holidays cooped up in her office. Maybe then, when she had secured her career with tenure would she be able to have time to find a man and have a normal relationship. But that would have to wait. The Journal of the American Accounting Association did not care that she wasn’t getting laid and she wanted to get the revisions of her article done so that her colleagues could review them when they got back from break, and then she could send off her submission and enjoy her Christmas holiday.
But she had been at it all day. She could literally feel the life being sucked out of her by the glow of her computer screen. Her eyes were getting extremely tired, and she decided to take a break and checked her email. There were some department announcements from the chair of the department, an email from a colleague at another university with whom she was working on another article, some spam, and at the bottom, she perked up as she saw an email from an old college friend. Bob and her had a great romance in college. He was a sociology major and they were a great couple. There was even a time when they had even talked about getting married. But like many college romances, when graduation came, they both had been accepted to different graduate schools and after attempting a long distance relationship for a few months, they both decided that they should move on with their lives. Their relationship was still good though and she considered herself lucky that they were still good friends.
She clicked on the email. It was just a standard catch up email. Bob wanted to say hi and wish her a happy Thanksgiving. He updated her on her life and included pictures of his son who was now 5. “Man, that kid is cute,” she thought as she flipped through the pictures on her computer. There was one of the kid in his pee-wee football uniform, another one of him with his grandparents, and another one of the kid in the his Halloween costume. The last picture caught her a little off guard however. It was a picture of Bob and his son at the beach. They were building a sandcastle and they both looked so cute playing together. But that’s not what caught her eye. Bob had his shirt off in the picture, it looked like Bob had kept himself in fairly good shape. “Still a hottie,” she thought, and let her mind drift to her college days.
Sex with Bob was great. She thought back to when they were both young and inexperienced, and how they spent a lot of time exploring each others’ bodies, and how they had both turned each other into pretty good lovers. Sex with Bob was passionate, playful, and energetic. They were both each other’s first long term sexual relationship and both wanted to explore their sexuality. Bob was pretty open minded and was just as eager to find out all the wonderful nuances of sex.
She thought back to one particular day. It was their junior year and they had just gotten back from taking a biology exam that they had spent the whole previous night studying for. They were both exhausted from the all nighter but they were ecstatic to finally get the test over with. Walking back to the dorm, they were both ready to crash. They had talked about celebrating with some fucking, but she was so tired that she just wanted to go back to her apartment and get some sleep. Bob surely needed some sleep too, and he would sleep at her place and when they woke up, she was sure that they’d fuck each other’s brains out. But Bob had other ideas.
Bob told her that he needed to get a book from the library and that he needed to just make a quick pit stop before heading to bed. Too tired to even think, she said to him, “Bob, I’m so tired. I really just want to get to bed. I’m going to go on ahead. I’ll leave the door open, and you can let yourself in. I’m sure I’ll be asleep by the time you get there.” As soon as she said, a wicked image flashed in her head. She pictured herself on her bed, naked and on her hands and knees. Bob would get to her place, open up her bedroom door, see her nice tight little butt sticking out towards him. He’s take off his pants, and rub his cock until it got hard. She’d be all ready for him by rubbing her pussy and getting it nice and wet until he got there. He’d jump on the bed and stick his cock in and then he’d fuck her nice and good until he came and then they’d fall in a pile on top of each other and then fall asleep together, letting the combined exhaustion from the lack of sleep and the great fuck that they’d just had take over. She’d wake up and feel his sticky cum dripping out of her pussy, and then while Bob was still asleep, she’d wake him up by sucking on his cock, and when he was hard, they’d fuck again and then pass out again.
It was a delightful little scenario for her and she was proud of herself of thinking up of it so quick, and a satisfied smile flashed across her face. This feeling of satisfaction and anticipation was soon rudely interrupted by Bob. “Come on baby, it’ll just take a second. I’ll just get the book, check it out, and we can go home and crash.” She began to protest, but Bob was getting whiny. “Come on Vanessa, we’ve been up for over twenty hours now, you can wait a couple more minutes.” She sighed with resignation. “He’s right, maybe I am too tired to have good sex right now,” she thought to herself. She would just have to save her little scenario for another exam.
They walked into the library and started to walk to the elevators. All of the sociology books were on the fourth floor of the library. Bob, however, grabbed her hand and said, “Come on, the book is on the second floor. Let’s just take the stairs.” Vanessa’s mood turned from tired and horny to tired and annoyed. “I’m exhausted, the elevator’s right there,” she complained. But Bob, only got whinier. “Come on, you shouldn’t take the elevator for one set of stairs, it pisses other people off.” She couldn’t stand it when Bob was whiny, so she just gave in. “If he keeps this act up, maybe Bob wasn’t going to get hot sex from her tonight,” she thought to herself. She had made up her mind right there, he was going to pay for his bitchy whiny behavior.
Vanessa leaned back in her chair, and her hands idly moved up and down her legs as she thought about how pissed off at Bob she was that day. She threw her head back and laughed out loud in her office as she remembered just how wrong she was about Bob that day.
“I don’t know why we just can’t take the elevator once. You know how tired I am. If you were a good boyfriend, you would have just let me go home,” She figured that she would beat Bob at his own game and see how much he liked whining. She continued, “It’s not like I want to take the elevator to the second floor every time. It’s just that this is a special circumstan….” As she started up the stairs, Bob cut her off, by pulling her hand away from the stairs and to the little bit of floor next to the stairwell. “What the hell is your prob…” She was cut off again, but this time by Bob pushing her against the wall, holding her hands against the wall above her head, and pressing his lips against hers. He kissed her hard, snaking his tongue in and around her mouth. “What are you doing?” she asked, out of breath.
What Vanessa didn’t know is that Bob had seen that little satisfied smile on her face before and recognized it as what she found out later Bob had termed her “horny smile”. He knew that she was cooking up some sexual shenanigans for him when he got home. And while that thought was nice, it only filled him with lust and desire. Bob couldn’t wait to get home, he wanted Vanessa now. They had talked about having sex in a public place, but before both of them just considered it fantasy talk. But Bob delirious from the lack of sleep, and horny from seeing Vanessa’s horny smile, decided to seize the opportunity that had presented itself to him. “I have to have you now, baby.” he said quickly.
Hearing those words got Vanessa’s heart pumping a little faster and she kissed him back. However, at the same time, she was nervous. They were in the stairwell of the library! Anyone could catch them at any time. Vanessa and Bob had been very good about trying new things sexually, but up to this point, all the craziest thing that they had done is tie each other up and blindfold each other. This was completely different. They could get caught! What if they got arrested? What if they got kicked out of school. This was definitely the riskiest thing that they had tried so far. And while it made her nervous and scared, she couldn’t deny that it was turning her on as well. “Baby, I’m totally hot for you, but are you sure, we could get in trouble.”
Bob responded by reaching up her shirt, under her bra and giving her nipple a good tweak. With his other hand, he cupped her pussy under her skirt and gave her pussy a few good rubs, sending little jolts of pleasure. She couldn’t believe it. Bob and her enjoyed good caveman sex as much as the next couple, but this is the roughest that Bob had ever been. This only added to her excitement. He looked Vanessa in the eye and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?” Returning his gaze, she saw the look of lust in his eyes, and she could feel her pussy moisten instantly. “No,” she said, and she kissed him again.
After that kiss, Bob squatted down, moving his hands along her side until they rested at her knees. He brought them up under her skirt and up her thighs. When they got to her crotch, he just pulled her panties aside and dove in with his tongue.
Vanessa’s pussy was just starting to get wet, and while Bob usually loved going down on his girlfriend, this time, eating her out only served one purpose, to get her pussy wet enough to take on his raging hard on. He laid his tongue flat against her lips and moved it up and down, letting his saliva coat her outer lips. He stiffened his tongue and buried it deep in her pussy. Vanessa’s hand moved down to his head and she ran his fingers through his hair as the sensations took over.
She then heard a door open. It was faint enough where she could tell that it was from at least the sixth floor of the library. She then heard the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs, “Clunk, Clunk, Clunk.” She momentarily stopped moving her hands through Bob’s hair and listened intently. With the echo, it was impossible for Bob not to hear. But that did not deter him from his task of readying Vanessa’s pussy for fucking. Surely, she thought, Bob would stop and they could get out of there if the people came all the way down to the first floor, but part of her liked not knowing what would happen. This amplified her pleasure even more. Bob’s tongue was being rough and hard on her pussy, but it was working, she was getting very wet.
She then heard the sound of another door open and close, a little closer to her, and then the footsteps stops. “Phew,” she thought to herself. The person had only used the stairs to go down a couple of floors and they were alone again. Relieved but a little disappointed that the thrill of getting caught was gone, she resumed concentrating on Bob’s eager tongue.
At this point, Bob stuck a finger in her pussy, and while it made Vanessa whimper, he soon took it out. He was only checking to see if she was wet enough to be fucked. Content that there was enough lubrication for a good fuck, he cleared his throat and spit out one more glob of slimy spit to provide the last bit of lubrication needed. He smeared it all over her pussy with his fingers and then got up.
Quickly, he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock which was way past erect. He bent his knees slightly to line up his penis with Vanessa’s pussy, kissed her hard on the lips and began to fuck Vanessa. After a few slow strokes, he could tell that there was ample lubrication in her pussy to fuck like he wanted to, like a wild animal. Without missing a beat, he began to pump in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. Vanessa wanted to scream in pleasure but knew she couldn’t, for fear of alerting people to their presence. Instead she pushed her face into Bob’s neck and let out a few soft groans. Bob was perfectly silent, concentrating solely on the task at hand.
While it felt good, Bob was a little bit taller than Vanessa so fucking her like this against the wall was a bit awkward. His knees and thighs began to burn a little from having to squat slightly to fuck Vanessa. He wanted to be deeper inside of her. So he reached his hands around her waist and cupped her buttocks.
Vanessa instinctively knew what to do, as Bob’s strong arms lifter her feet off the ground. She wrapped her legs around her lovers waist and relished the feeling of his throbbing cock going in even deeper into her warm pussy. Braced against the wall, Bob really began to thrust even harder into her. To keep herself from screaming, she lurched her head towards Bob and stuck her tongue down his throat. Bob kissed her back passionately, not letting up with his quick hard thrusts. They were both surprised at Bob’s energy despite the fact that they were both exhausted, but did not question it as they enjoyed each other’s bodies.
Vanessa leaned in to kiss Bob again, but the momentum of her motion forced her back off of the wall and soon, she and Bob were standing freely, fucking like animals. She wrapped her legs even more tightly around Bob’s waist and was able to get a little leverage against his body and began to push her pussy up and down on Bob’s cock. Without the support of the wall, Bob felt himself losing his grip on Vanessa’s weight. To get a better grip, he hoisted Vanessa all the way up almost out of his cock, quickly moved his left arm under her ass, and his right hand to her back to support her. The motion of the cock sliding all the way back out and then all the way back in was too much for Vanessa. Her pussy began to convulse and she experienced a sweet almost dizzying orgasm. With the new support of Bob’s arms under her and on her back, she could thrash freely about while Bob’s support eased the weight she was supporting on her legs and made going up and down even easier.
Bob was not far behind and his balls began to quiver and to prevent both of them from screaming, he buried his head in her neck as he squirted his hot load up into her contracting pussy. As he began to come down from his euphoria, he slowly leaned Vanessa back onto the wall and Vanessa dropped her legs to the ground. They were both exhausted and they both leaned their weight against the wall. Just then, they heard a door open again. This time, they could tell that the door was from the second floor door just above them. Bob quickly zipped up his pants. Vanessa did not even bother putting her panties in place and they were still pulled to the side as they quickly left the library. Squeezing her hand and looking at her lovingly, they both laughed as he said, “I’ll get the books later. Let’s go to your place and get some sleep.”
Vanessa smiled as she looked at Bob’s picture on the computer screen. She remembered how they went home and then promptly slept for six hours, only to wake up at about 9:00 PM where they proceeded to fuck again and then immediately fall asleep again. “Those were the days,” she thought to herself as she reminisced about her and Bob’s other sexual escapades. Since she had started grad school, she was not able to maintain any semblance of a steady lovelife. Sure she dated a few people here and there and even had a few one night stands, but she missed the days where she and Bob made love for hours without having to care about anything but getting to class on time. She resolved right there to finish her article and then take some time for herself and maybe find someone to have some great sex with…heck, who knows, maybe Bob would be available. There was nothing in his email about his wife, so maybe, just maybe….
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp rap on her office door. Jarred, she quickly realized that she was idly playing with her pussy. She brought her hands up from her dampening pussy and back to her keyboard and said, “Come in!” It was the Dean of the School of Accounting.
“Hey Vanessa, I’m headed out now. You’re the last one here, so could you please remember to hit the lights and set the alarm before you go?”
“Sure thing Dean Roberts. Have a good Thanksgiving.”
“You too Vanessa. Don’t work too hard, OK?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said with a small laugh. “Tell Mrs. Roberts hello and you don’t eat too much turkey!” It was a lame joke, and she knew it, but she was hoping that the courtesy laughter would distract the dean from her skirt which was still hiked up from her finger play moments before.
He replied with a hearty laugh, “I’ll tell Mrs. Roberts you said Hi and I will eat as much turkey as I want!” At sixty years old, he loved any attention or hint of flirting from any females, and was ready to quit while he was ahead. And with that, he turned around and left. Vanessa sat perfectly still for what seemed an eternity, until she heard the door click behind the dean. Letting out a sigh of relief, she thought to herself, “Wow, that was close.” She collected herself and put her skirt back in place and realized that she needed to get back to work if she wanted to get out of the office before seven. She realized that she was still a bit flush and warm from her little trip to fantasy land and decided that she needed to get some water from the water cooler in the copy room. But before she got up, she lifted her finger to her nose and took a quick sniff. The smell of her pussy filled her nostrils and gave her a quick chill. She smiled and thought to herself that she needed to work hard to get out of there so she could get home and fuck her horny self silly with one of her vibrators.
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Alex approached the accounting office doors. “Finally,” he thought. The accounting department was the biggest academic unit at the university and consequently always had the most mail. For this reason, this was the last stop on his mail run as he had to go back to the mailroom to get the two mail carts full of mail to deliver. After he finished this, he was home free and could finally get home for some food. He remembered his plan and mapped out in his head the route from the subway stop, to the DVD store to pick up the pornos, then to the burrito stand to get dinner, and then finally back to the dorm. Alex stopped the carts in front of the doors and walked towards them to hold them open while he would shuffle the carts in. However, the door opened and Dean Roberts walked out and held the door for him.
“Last mail run I hope, Alex.” Dean Roberts said to the young man.
“Uh huh,” Alex replied. “Then the four day weekend!” He pushed the carts through the door, and added, “Thank you sir.”
“No problem. Have a good Thanksgiving Alex, and I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
“OK. You have a good Thanksgiving too.” Alex cheerily said, as the dean left and raised his hand waving to him while walking away.
Alex walked to the copy room where the mailboxes were located, mail carts in tow. He pushed them in and began the tedious task of putting the mail in the appropriate mailboxes. Brochures from textbook companies, journals, interoffice memos, just the typical run of the mill mail you would expect at a university. He then reached a shiny magazine that stood out among the reused brown interoffice envelopes with names crossed out and reinscribed with new ones. He picked up the magazine and saw that it was the latest issue of Playboy and on the address label read “Dean John Roberts”. He smiled and laughed. He remembered some other mail room employees who had been there for a while telling him how it was a tradition for the president of the accounting club to buy a subscription to Playboy for the dean as a joke. Every month, they would deliver the magazine, and every time, the next day, the magazine would be back in the outgoing mail with “Return to Sender” scrawled all over some blond’s 34 Double Ds. At first, the dean had asked the mailroom several times not to deliver the magazine as it was embarrassing when other faculty saw it sitting in his mailbox, but over time, the Dean got the joke and almost enjoyed sending the magazine back.
Alex looked at the cover of a voluptuous brunette staring back at him. He looked around to see if anyone was there and decided, “What the hell…like I’m not going to look!” He thumbed through the magazine looking at each pictorial intently, admiring the lovely women laying naked on the pages. He found himself getting mildly aroused, and began thinking about his plan for the weekend. This really got him excited as he got to the playmate pictorial and saw a lithe Asian woman with perky tits playing with a water hose. “That’s such a stupid picture,” he thought to himself. “As if that’s what hot chicks do when they’re naked. They go out to the lawn and play with the water hose.” But as he flipped to the next page, he found himself enjoying the pictorial even more and he realized that his breathing had become shallow. He cock has stiffened and he realized that he was really turned on. He briefly thought about just taking the magazine home and masturbating to it that night. But he couldn’t take the risk of getting caught with it on Monday. But he flipped another page and this time, the woman was draped across a lawn chair with her legs slightly apart so that you could see the tip of her pussy lips. Alex really wanted to get off to this woman. So he looked around one last time, and thought, “Well, there’s no one here, so really, what the hell?”
He placed the magazine on the counter in front of the mailboxes and unfolded the centerfold. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock which was surprisingly hard. He looked at the tiny wisp of hair right above her pussy lips and began pumping his fist around his cock. “God that feels good…God I would fuck this chick!…Oh yeah, I’d bend her over and fuck her good!”
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Vanessa walked toward the copy room where the water cooler was located. She heard some shuffling and wondered who else was still here. She knew that the cleaning crew wouldn’t be in until the weekend, and figured it just must be another faculty member working late like her. She turned the corner and saw an unfamiliar figure standing next to the mailboxes. She slowly peeked her head around and saw that his arms were moving. It took her a few seconds but she pieced together the scenario when she saw the mail carts. She then realized that the mail boy was masturbating! Disgusted and furious, she yelled, “What the hell are you doing?”
Startled, Alex instinctively whipped himself around. In his bewilderment, he had forgotten to let go of his dick, so he turned around and faced Vanessa with his cock in his hand. He began to stammer, “I-I-I c-c-c-an explain…it doesn’t look like what it looks like.”
“Like hell it doesn’t. You’re jerking off in the accounting office. This is completely inappropriate and unacceptable! Who is your supervisor?” As she said the words, her eyes wandered over Alex’s body and caught her first look at his cock. As she was screaming, she realized that his cock was still fairly hard, and it actually reminded her of Bob’s cock. It was about the same length, about six inches, but it was thick. It curved a bit to the left and it was uncut. She felt a shiver as the whole library scenario flashed through her head instantaneously.
Alex was frozen with fear. He began to profusely apologize to this obviously angry woman. He was going to get fired. Maybe even expelled for this. But then inexplicably, he saw a strange smile flash across the woman’s face. It seemed like a typical smile, but there was something a little off about it. It was just a tiny bit mischievous, but inviting at the same time. He was a little thrown by the smile, but continue to apologize. “I am so sorry Professor Diaz, I didn’t see you there. I thought everyone had already gone home. I didn’t realize you were here. Oh God, please don’t tell the dean, Please…”.
By this time, Vanessa had already finished her sinister plan in her head and was ready to execute it. “What’s your name?!” she snapped.
“Alex,” he timidly replied. He felt like he was in grade school again, getting chewed out by one of his teachers. Except he was getting chewed out while he was holding his cock! “I’m in your Intro to Accounting class.”
“Hmmm, oh yes, you sit in the back don’t you?” Alex nodded in reply. “Listen Alex, this is just about as wrong as you can get. Not only should you get fired from your job, but you should get expelled for this.” Her eyes narrowed, and the tone of her voice then changed. “Look at you with your dick in your hand out in public like this. I can’t believe you thought that this was a good idea. Yes, Alex, is it? This is was a poor decision on your part. But luckily for you I’m in a giving mood.” She walked towards him, her posture and her gaze, confident…even domineering. Alex could do nothing but feel his body tense up as she got right in her face.
She then said softly, “This can go two ways. If you play your cards right, you can leave here with your job and an automatic A for the class. If you don’t play them right, I’ll make sure that you get kicked out of school so far, that you’ll never take another accounting class at any school in America. Do you understand?” Paralyzed by fear, Alex could only muster a slight nod. She saw the nod and saw that Alex would do anything she wanted him to. “Good,” she said, “I’m horny.” Her hand reached down and replaced his hand over his cock. She was disappointed to find that it had softened a bit and was not in shape to penetrate her now throbbing pussy. “Hmmm, what’s the matter Alex? Doesn’t this situation turn you on, like it does me?”
Immediately, Vanessa dropped to her knees and took Alex’s cock in her mouth in one swift motion. She relished the feeling of his semi-hard member sliding back into her throat as she reached up and tickled his testicles. She felt his cock growing bigger and harder in her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth. Her other hand reached down between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. She stuck two fingers inside her damp pussy. But she was not wanting to pleasure herself. No, Vanessa was checking to make sure that her pussy was wet enough to take in Alex’s now rock solid 6 inch cock.
Alex was panting and woozy. He couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on. His feelings waffled back and forth between fear and pleasure. He had gotten blowjobs before, but this felt nothing like those other ones. No this was one from someone who knew what she was doing. As he felt her tongue slide on the underside of his penis, he groaned and let the more experienced woman show him what sex could be like. He could feel balls begin to shiver and felt his orgasm coming.
Vanessa pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy a couple of times and decided that even though she probably needed to be a little wetter that she didn’t want to wait. She flashed back to that afternoon in the library with Bob and remembered how he had gotten her pussy ready. She cleared her throat, and let fly with a glob of spit. It landed square on the head of his penis and she went to smear it across the length of his penis with her lips. Just then, Alex and his inexperienced penis could take no more and his cock spasmed and let fly with his first stream of cum.
It caught Vanessa by surprise and the first stream splashed across her lips, some landing on her cheek and some more dripping onto the floor below. “Dammit,” she thought to herself, “freakin’ kids can’t hold their loads.” But then some cum dripped into her mouth and hit her tongue. The taste raced from her tongue to her brain, and then instinct took over and she moved quickly to cover his exploding cock with her mouth. She wanted to taste every last drop. She would figure out later how we would get her off, but right now, she wanted to make sure to properly drain his balls of his come. She moved her head even faster when she heard Alex groaning in ecstasy. More come splashed in her throat and she did her best to catch all of it in her mouth. But it just kept coming, spurt after spurt of sticky cum filled her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow what was in her mouth to be able to accommodate the still spewing cock in her mouth. She remembered when her and Bob first started having sex and remembered the copious amounts of cum that he would ejaculate across her body and her face, and relaxed her throat and let all of Alex’s cum slide down her throat into her belly.
Alex was still in his post-orgasmic haze when Vanessa lightly slapped him across the face. “So young man, no stamina at all,” she said. “Now how is coming after three minutes supposed to make up for getting caught jerking off in our mailroom?” Alex, still bewildered by the surreal scene going on around him, smiled sheepishly and meekly shrugged his shoulders. She continues, “No, this won’t do at all. You’re gonna need to make me come, if you don’t want me to call the police right now.” She looked around the room for a place to sit. But pretty much every surface was covered with various office supplies. She looked over at the copy machine, but the feed tray did not provide a suitably flat surface for her to sit on while he ate her out, like she wanted. A light bulb then lit up in her brain and she walked over to the copier and lifted up the feed tray to reveal the flat glass surface of the copy area. She hoisted herself up on the machine and lifted up her skirt. She pulled her panties to the side, and then pointed her finger at Alex. “You, come here right now. You’re going to have to get me off if you want to continue your education here.”
Alex walked over, and stood in front of her and stared at her pussy. He could see the neat landing strip of pubic hair above her glistening pussy. He was transfixed. He had had a few sexual experiences, but he had never seen a neatly manicured pussy like this except in his porno magazines and movies. Once again, Alex was rudely shaken from his trance, but the sharp voice of Vanessa. “Don’t just stand there and stare at it. You get down there and use your tongue and your fingers to get me off.”
Alex obediently bent over until his mouth was hovering over her wet pussy. He could smell her sex and the odor made his mouth water. Tired of waiting, Vanessa grabbed his head and shoved it roughly into her awaiting snatch. At first his nose hit her pussy lips and sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She was wet, but she wanted to get wetter. She repositioned his head so that his mouth was over her pussy. “Start eating,” she said. Alex had eaten out a few girls before, but it never really amounted to anything as it was always just prelude to fucking. He could tell from the sound of her voice that she wanted satisfaction. So he stuck his tongue out and began to swirl it around her pussy lips. This elicited a low moan from Vanessa. It felt good, but she was in no mood for foreplay. She grabbed his head again and moved his tongue up to her clit. “Get some fingers in there and suck on my clit while you do it. And you better tell me the second your dick gets hard enough to fuck me with.”
Alex needed no more prodding and sucked her clit into his mouth. He brought up his left hand to her pussy and tentatively stuck his middle finger inside of her. “Sssss,” Vanessa hissed. “That’s it, fuck me with your fingers just like that. Get it nice and ready so that you can fuck it right with your cock. No wait, I want two fingers now!”
Vanessa slammed her hand down on the copy machine as Alex’s fingers hit her G Spot. “Uhhhhhhhh,” moaned Vanessa, surprising herself with the almost primal noises that were coming out of her. Alex’s tongue clumsily moved over the hood of Vanessa’s clit. His inexperience was showing, but what he lacked in seasoning, he made up for in enthusiasm. He was a willing student and Vanessa was happy to show hiim exactly how to hit all of the right buttons in her pussy. Yes, Vanessa was going to turn this young boy into a man. When she was done with him he was going to be able to make women come just by looking at them.
Alex really couldn’t even appreciate what was happening to him. His mind was completely fixated on her clit. Every stroke of his tongue seemed to make her moan, so he figured he must be doing something right. His cock throbbed and even began to hurt a little as it dangled between his legs, but he did not notice. Making this woman feel good was all that he had on his mind.
She moved her hands to his head and positioned his tongue right above her clit. She figured that Alex must’ve picked up on her moaning and was concentrating on her clit. However, Vanessa wanted to hold off on her clitoral orgasm, and wanted to be able to concentrate on the new sensations of Alex’s fingers buried deep in her snatch. She gave him curt instructions, “Slow down with your tongue…that’s it…now curl your fingers inside of me, like you are calling me over with your fing…..uhhhhhhhhh, oh god, yes, that’s it.” Vanessa slammed her hand on the copier again, sending the machine whirring as yet another piece of paper shot out of the machine. Her body tensed up as Alex continued massaging her G spot with is middle and index finger. And despite Vanessa’s admonitions, the tongue still moved at a frantic pace. Feeling her breath quickening, she grabbed his head and shoved it deeper into her pussy.
This only quickened Alex’s ministrations with his tongue. He loved this feeling. Making a woman moan in ecstasy with his fingers and tongue. It was a new feeling. Before he had just concentrated on his own pleasure, but he was discovering a new pleasure of giving to a woman who wanted him. And he loved it.
Without any warning to Alex, Vanessa’s pussy tightened around his fingers. “I’m cuuuuuummmminggg,” moaned Vanessa as her orgasm washed over her. Little jets of pussy juice coated his fingers as Vanessa’s thighs squeezed his head. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, “Yessssss! Ohhhhhhhh God Yessssssss!” she screamed. After her orgasm had subsided, she leaned forward and pulled Alex up and kissed him hard. Her tongue snaked in and delighted as she caught the taste of her own pussy juices and it only made her hornier. She pushed him away, and without taking any more time to recover she asked him curtly, “Is your dick hard yet?” Alex looked down and saw that his cock was at full attention once again. He was so lost in making her come that he didn’t even notice that his cock was throbbing once again. However, the copier was a little too high for him to fuck her there. He was about to help her off the copier, but Vanessa’s legs were still rubbery from her last orgasm and she didn’t want to move. She looked around and saw a footstool used to reach the top mailboxes.
“Go get that stool. That should be enough to get your dick inside my pussy,” she barked at Alex. Without a word, he grabbed the stool and placed it in front of the copy machine. He got up, and while it was hard for him to balance on the small stool, he was able to get his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Vanessa leaned back on her arms and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Now fuck me young stud. Give your professor a nice fucking like she needs.”
Alex needed no further encouragement and put his hands on the glass next to Vanessa’s and plunged his cock deep inside of her. They both moaned in unison. Alex’s inexperience showed as he began to hump Vanessa hard and fast right away. But this was actually not a problem because this is what Vanessa wanted: A hot young stud plowing away at her dripping wet pussy. Her pussy was still tender from her orgasm moments ago, but it only made her pussy more sensitive. She feeling of Alex’s cock pumping into her and hitting right at her G spot was almost too much for Alex and she was afraid she might pass out.
Alex’s cock meanwhile was still a little numb from the blowjob that he had received only minutes ago, so he was able to last a lot longer than the last time. They both loved every minute of it, and Vanessa said while she was being fucked, “That’s right. Bet you didn’t think you were going to fuck your accounting professor before Thanksgiving did you now. Come on now, keep fucking me hard like that. That’s what I want. Fuck your professor good now.” The words were like music to Alex’s ears, heightening his pleasure. He could feel Vanessa’s pussy squeeze his cock with every thrust. But this was still not enough for Vanessa.
“Come on, faster. Maybe this will help,” said Vanessa. She unbuttoned her blouse while she was being fucked and between her mini-orgasms, she was able to undo the clasp on the front of her bra freeing her supple breasts. Alex looked down and was in complete ecstasy at the sight of his professor’s full tits. His pumping got even faster and he could feel his orgasm building, yet again. He could feel the fabric of her panties rubbing the side of his cock as he slammed into her again and again. Vanessa slammed her hand down on the machine once again and screamed amidst her own powerful orgasm, “Give me that fucking cum. I want your cum all over me.”
That pushed Alex over the edge and he drove his cock deep inside of Vanessa and released his cum inside of her. Vanessa could feel the first stream fill her pussy. But this is not what she wanted. She reached between her legs and pulled Alex’s cock out of her swollen pussy. The next jet splashed across her pelvis as she jacked it off. Another couple of spurts across her stomach, and Vanessa’s eyes widened with delight. She used to loved seeing the cum come out of Bob’s cock and reveled in the sight of this young stud unloading his cum over her body. She was amazed at how much came out. Even after his first orgasm, he still managed to cover her stomach and her tits with his cum. The last spurt was extra hard and managed to hit her chin, and she had one last mini-orgasm as she felt the cum slide down her chin and then off of it onto her waiting tits.
She grabbed him and pulled him close in for a kiss and could feel the cum being smeared into her body. She pushed him off and started to collect the cum from her body with her hand. After getting all of it, she brought the hand to her mouth and began licking the cum off of it. Bob used to love watching Vanessa do this, so she figured that she would do it one more time as a tribute to her former lover.
When she was done, she looked up at Alex who still had a bewildered look on his face. She smiled, and said, “Well done. I think that we can keep this little incident between us, OK?” A smile of relief spread across Alex’s face, and he finally was able to get some intelligible words out, “Thank you Professor Diaz.”
“I’d get into as much trouble as you would if this got out, so I hope I can count on you to keep this quiet. Tell you what, if you keep quiet, maybe you can come over to my house and I can tutor you in accounting…and fucking. What do you say?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
As Vanessa was buttoning up her blouse, she casually asked, “So do you live in the city?” She just assumed that since he was still on campus that he must commute. “Um, actually, I’m from Texas.”
“So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
“Uh..honestly, I was just going to go back to the dorms and uh…study this weekend.” Alex then saw another smile flash across Vanessa’s face. The same one that he had seen just before she began making her advances. Vanessa then said, “That won’t do at all. You can’t spend Thanksgiving by yourself. Why don’t you come over to my place and we can get started on that, ummm, tutoring tomorrow.” She then wrote her address down on a post it, and then stuffed it into his shirt pocket. “You better get out of here now.”
Alex zipped up his pants, collected his mail carts and began pushing them out of the mail room. “Umm, OK, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that Alex, rushed out of there, not wanting to give his professor the chance to change her mind. As he pulled the door to the accounting office closed behind him, he replayed the incident in his head over and over again. He then decided that he probably didn’t couldn’t afford to rent those pornos anyway and got in the freight elevator.
Vanessa pulled her panties back into place, while running the events in her mind again. She knew it was wrong and worried slightly that this would lead to trouble. But deep down, she knew that she didn’t care. She wanted a fuck buddy, a younger fuck buddy and now she had one. She looked around the mail room and noticed that there were some copies in the output tray of the copy machine. She picked them up and saw that she had inadvertently pressed the copy button whenever she slammed her hands down on the copier. The first was a copy of her spread legs and the bottom of Alex’s chin between them. The second one was of his dick penetrating her pussy. She looked over at the glass and saw that some of Alex’s come had gotten onto the glass. She smiled, and pressed the “copy” button one more time, and took her last souvenir of the evening. She wiped up the cum from the glass with her hand and brought her hand to her face. She took a deep whiff and let the slightly bleachy smell of Alex’s cum take her away one last time. “Slurp!” and with that, all the evidence of their tryst in the mailroom had been eliminated.
She walked back into her office and began to collect her things. “I can just finish this at home.” She sat down to turn off her computer and as the screen flicked back on from the screensaver, she saw Bob’s buff body staring back at her. She winked at the screen and silently mouthed “Thanks Bob,” at the screen and clicked off her computer.
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Dean Roberts walked into the mailroom. He had remembered halfway home that he had forgotten to get the newest journal with his article in it before he left. He wanted to show it off to his family at Thanksgiving. He walked in, and saw the Playboy magazine on the counter and shook his head while laughing to himself. He grabbed a Sharpie and wrote “Return to Sender” on the cover and dropped it back into the outgoing mail bin. “I really should tell those boys in the mailroom to just keep these,” he thought to himself. He then noticed that the room smelled like…he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “No way,” he thought as he entertained the idea that he was smelling sex. He then remembered the office manager mentioning something about a new kind of toner for the copy machine. That must be it, he thought and noticed that the copier was still on. He pressed the power button, switched off the light, and left to enjoy his Thanksgiving holiday.