Awakenings
I rush through the hallway towards the classroom. “Shit, i'm running so late today” I curse as my cup almost slips from my grasp. Approaching the room, I stop momentarily to adjust my shirt and fix my skirt “it's Peggy, Peggy McGovern.” I hear her voice, low, almost seductive. “I was wondering if you could give me a little help” , she has a little more aggression in her tone. I take another step closer to the room, from where I stand I can just see the edge of his desk, and her.
She’s leaning seductively, both hands on his desk, her dress so short it looks like it is a childs. “I bet she forgot her bra today” I groaned to myself and rolled my eyes. “That's my job” I hear Paul’s voice, dominant and strong. “Sorry! Sorry, that came out wrong. How can I help you Peggy? "I hear him ask her with both question, and facts in the statement.
“Well professor, I've loved romance and erotic stories since high school, but I can't get past the slight embarrassment of writing it.” stopping is such an over dramatic way, inhaling deeply like she didn’t practice this all night in her dorm room mirror. “I’m not very experienced, we’ll say, in the topic” giving him a seductive look, she flips her hair and smiles. I step into the room, ensuring my heels click the ground harder than necessary, clearing my throat and politely announcing my presence. “Good Morning Paul”
Like a dog caught trying to get into the trash Paul quickly darts his view from little miss sunshines breast and on to me “Umm Morning Celine” stumbling for words, embarrassment all over his face he continues. “Ms. McGovern was just asking for some guidance, and help in gaining writing experience” he looks back to her “See me after class”
Did he really just wink at her? Oh my god. Look at him now fumbling like an idiot jumping up too late and shifting towards me “How are you this morning?” he asks, knowing all to well his real question is, how much did you see and hear.
“I’m fine” I tell him, blowing him off and shrugging my shoulders. I set my briefcase and cup down on my desk, and as I started to pull the papers out, I ask “Do we have time to go over my notes? Or have I arrived too late?” Probably just in time I think to myself.
Standing there still, looking so guilty, glancing back and forth between me and Peggy. “There is always time. Do you feel there are any papers that need my attention, or were you just wanting me to review?” Such disrespect and condonation in his tone.
Flipping through the papers, “No it’s fine, i'll just pass them out as they are” I say, with defeat in my voice
As the students arrive I shuffle through the papers giving them back their assignments from last week. Polite greetings and pleasantries are exchanged. Paul stands at the lectern waiting for the rustle of papers to stop, and begins to lecture. “Good morning my fellow deviants and perverts,” he annoyingly laughs pointing around the room. “We are going to read a few more excerpts from the last assignment prior to moving on. I've selected two for our listening pleasure." He stops looking like he is making sure no one outside is listening, “and our deepest pleasure.” He smiles looking around. God why does he have to be so cringe I suddenly wonder to myself. “Mr. Randi” he waits a moment as Randi gets up. “ I've highlighted a section that I'd love for you to read for us. No intro needed”
Randi takes his paper back from paul. “Thank you Mr Thomas, don’t know if im excited or scared that you picked me” he says in a half laugh half gulp or air. He looks for the highlighted section and begins to read
“I'm sorry, I'm a mess, I never thought that we were going to end up here like this so I never told you before"
I hesitantly move my mouth from your breast, my fingers still softly caressing and teasing your lips and clit.
"What baby girl. What are you talking about, what did you not tell me."
"I Get very very wet, I cream when I cum, I'm sorry, I just never thought to tell you, I never thought you would be here"
Without thinking I pull my hand from between your legs, bringing it up to your mouth, I softly press my finger against your lips. I feel your tongue tease out from between to lick my finger.
"Baby girl there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about, see there's something I didn't tell you either."
And without warning my head was instantly from your breasts to in-between your legs, licking firmly, from bottom to top, my tongue slowly flicking across your clit with each pass. You let out the sweetest moan as I push my face in sliding my tongue deep inside of you, licking and sucking every bit of your sweet sweet juice that I could.
My hands now firmly massaging your breasts, playing and pulling at your nipples as I continue to lick, suck, and devour you.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, God Daddy, I'm Cumming" you scream out in a whisper pushing my face harder against you grinding against my tongue.
My mouth feels, and my face is covered and what I can only describe as the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life, as you come more and more for me.
"You see baby girl, eating is what I love the most, I'll eat you for hours upon hours if you'd let me, the sex doesn't please me you coming for me does"
I continue licking your clit and fingering you, enjoying the sweetness of your creamy squirt every time you come, your nails scratching up and down the back of my head you beg me
"Please Daddy, I want to feel you, I want to make you cum now."
You push me back away from you slightly, your hands on my shoulders slowly pushing me up into a kneeling position forcing me to lean back, you kiss your way down my body and take me deep in your mouth. Instantly my cock throbs and pulses in your mouth as the excitement and unbelievable pleasure forces me to fight filling your mouth with my cum.
"Baby please stop, you're going to make me cum. I've been honest with you you know I haven't had sex in a while I can't handle this it feels too damn good"
You pull back my cock slowly stroking it with one hand caressing my balls with the other you look up at me as you softly lick the precum that is glistening the tip of my dick.
"Cum I'm my mouth, I want to taste you now"
You say in an almost demanding manner as you take me back into your mouth without giving me a chance to speak.
Primal growl escapes my mouth as I feel my cock starting to throb harder and harder in your mouth. Caressing my balls more aggressively now, stroking my cock every time your mouth reaches the top, you look up into my eyes as you feel me start to explode in your mouth.
Peggy is sitting there listening so intently, but staring so hard at Paul. “Really? Could you be any more obvious? "I think to myself with disgust as her eyes molest his body. “You got no chance” I laugh. She snaps back to reality as Paul begins to speak. I actually think she didn’t even realize Randi had finished his story.
“Ok now for Ms. Jacksons selection, where is Ms. Hernandez?” Paul smiles, as Mary confidently walks up and grabs the paper.
Mary Hernadez is in her senior year. We've talked a few times, she's super funny, easy to talk to, super cute and just an overall nice person. She joked with me after the last class that her only goal is to make Paul blush with one of her stories. “He is so cute, but firm” she said “if i can break his composure i know i’ll be able to write great things” I assure her i’ll do what i can to help her do it.
She leans against the side of the lectern, flipps till she sees the section. “You sure this is the part you want me to read Professor” in a mockingly inquisitive tone she asks Paul. “Yes Mary!” he says, shaking his head.
You feel his erect cock pressing against your hip as he leans over you increasing the pressure and speed that he's rubbing and fingering you. You start to cry louder as your juices begin to pour out cumming all over his fingers with an intensity like you've never came before.
Without any control your hips begin to grind underneath the weight of his body pushing your clit firmly against his fingers, making them go deeper each time he slides them back in you. Your tears now fading away as moans begin to escape your mouth.
"That's a good girl" he growls into your ear
As that first orgasm begins to subside slightly you find a way to get more words to escape your mouth. " Please fuck me, make me your dirty little cum slut" you beg of him
And no sooner than the last word fades away, it's replaced with a loud moan as you feel his throbbing cock slide into your waiting pussy. With passion, not force, he drives deep in and out of you with a rhythm of a dance. Long deep strokes, his cock throbbing with every stroke, your pussy dripping more and more and you feel the next wave of orgasmic bliss filling your body.
"Cum for me you little slut, show my cock how good It feels inside of you".
And like a puppy sitting upon command your body listens, squirting down his cock as you cum hard and soulfully deep. Your body is more relaxed than it has been in longer than you can remember.
He continues to use you, punishing your body with his raw primal desire. For what feels like hours over and over your body feeds off of his passion, releasing feelings and needs bottled up for too long. With a growl and a deep thrust you feel him begin to fill you, to pump you full of his seed. " Breed me" you moan in an almost hushed tone.
As you feel the last throb of his cock, and the combination of both of your fluid dripping down your clit onto the bed he sighs and moans softly in your ear, "Good girl, I knew from the first time I saw you that you needed this"
Paul sits at his desk, leaning on his elbows. Listening with more intensity than I've seen yet with anything else. He likes this one, that is apparent. His hazel eyes locked on Mary as she talked. His mind taking in every word, I can see him truly envisioning the story in his mind. His arms, snug within his shirt, sleeves rolled up mis forearm, tighten, showing off the strength of them. His wide shoulders hunch slightly forward, almost in a stance ready to pounce on his prey.I like the way the corner of his mouth curls up into a sly smile every time she calls him Daddy, the primal growl building up within him when he calls her a good girl. The way his tongue slips through his lips, licking them, as if to make sure they slide with ease along her back. He bites his lower lip a little as she begs to be bred, unable to stop the slightly audible moan from escaping his mouth. “Celine Stop It” you yell at yourself as you realize that your hand had ventured below your desk and between your thighs.
As Mary finishes up, Paul begins to get up from his desk. Abruptly stopping he sits back down. An odd sudden change of mind it seems, but begins talking from there. “Thank you Ms. Hernandez, and thank you again Randi” he gives a nod of approval looking briefly at each. “You both did a wonderful job, Descriptive, lingering, steady flow of movement,” He adjusts slightly in the chair shifting his weight. Both perfect examples of two different perspectives.”
He begins to clap slightly, waiting for the students to follow suit. Mary, sitting back down now, looks at me and winks. I mouth to her, “You just about had him.”, and returned a wink to her. Standing now Paul begins to lecture the class about perspective. He explains to the class the differences between first and third person, and informs them that they are the two most used perspective styles. He then spends a few minutes talking about second person view. Admit that it is his favorite style because he feels it's easier to detail the world.
“Over the next 2 weeks, I would like you all to write me something romantic. Again you are at liberty to use your own discretion as to what romance is.” pausing to take a breath he turns and looks at me, “The only thing that must be certain is that you write the same thing, from all three perspectives.” Looking back to the class now. “Thursday we will be doing some more spontaneous dialog, and you will need to turn in the first version”, he puts his finger to the side of his head as if thinking, “that's correct, in first person perspective” he laughs in a cute way at his own joke.
He spends the rest of the class going back and forth with the students. He gives a brief descriptive about the student, and has them return it from a different perspective. It's just so silly, seeing where the student will go with the response, until Peggy that is. He briefly describes her dress, god why did he stare at her so long its not even that cute of a dress. She fails at her attempt to shyly add detail about what lays under desk. Honestly it was pathetic to watch her even try. “He’d never go for her” I strangely reassure myself.
“OK, one last one. Whos next” he slowly scans the classroom, eyes locking in on his target. “You”. And with a little bit of shock on my face I realize he’s pointing at me. “Class lets see what Ms. Jackson can do on the spot” I hear a sigh from across the class, Fucking Peggy. As he slowly steps towards me, I suddenly feel a little dizzy, short of breath, hot. “The light tan tone of his hand contrasting with the rich deep caramel smoothness of her neck, like looking at thunderstorms, raging in the distance of sunset skies, he can feel her heart crashing like thunder as his grip slowly tightened” He is staring at me, with so much focus, so much, i can't even describe it. “Leaning in closer to her, he softly presses his lips to her cheek then whispers” Dramatically, but with purpose he leans on the edge of my desk and growls. “MINE!”. He lingers there for an extra moment, staring right into my eyes, I realize I'm not even breathing. Just as i finally take a breath he swings around, “Ready class, lets see her work”
I hesitate, unable to start speaking, like he is truly holding my throat in his firm grip. I swallow, take a deep breath, “As his hand reached my throat, and I felt the calluses on his palm massage into my neck, I”m transported to the place i visit with him in my mind so frequently as of late”. My nerves have eased slightly at this point, I begin to speak more freely. “My mouth feels instantly dry, even though, droll escapes the corner of my lips. That oh so familiar feeling of need begins to rise in my body as I stare back into his eyes, ready, willing, wanting to submit to his every command.” I stand now, walking slowly around my desk to be face to face with him. “My knees weaken slightly, causing his grip to tighten under the added weight there now. I feel his weight shift as he leans in towards me. As his soft lips graze my cheek closing in on my ear, a raging river of desire begins welling up within me. And with one word, a word I longed to hear, my fate is sealed.” Our faces inches apart now, “Yes Sir! My voice and body moan in response to his statement,”
I stand there for a moment, and realization hits me “tell me i'm yours” uncontrollable goes through my mind. He lingers there a moment as well. I can see something deep in his eyes, but what it is i'm not sure yet. “What do you think class?” I hear him say as he steps back away from me, eyes still locked on mine. And i hear the class begin to cheer and clap.
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