EroticReverie

Elliot Middleton

I stopped writing in annoyance at the interruption of the hall door opening as I sat at the bottom of the lecture hall at my desk. That annoyance was short lived though when I saw who was interrupting me. 

She was one of my assistants. She applied for teaching assistant, but her schedule for her classes conflicted, as well as the spot already being filled. She was far too fun to look at though for me to not find something to keep hear near me more than her Monday class sitting in my lecture hall would allow. 

She held a stack of folders in her arm and a coffee in her hand. I'd texted her requesting both of those things. Not only was she a fucking treat to look at, but she was competent and eager to fucking please. Which I had often wondered if that quality extended into the bedroom, I was lucky to find out, it did.

I set down my pen and pushed back slightly into my chair, watching her as she started to walk down the steps. She smiled looking at me, making me return the smile, and then she looked down to watch where she was stepping. 

She was wearing a round neck, cap sleeved dress, that hit right on her knee. It was a dark navy, with some kind of small flowers dotted over the fabric, there were buttons that went up the entire length of the dress all the way to her neck. She had the first few buttons undone, and there was a thin belt like sash , cinching her waist, showing off her hourglass figure. 

I smile to myself as she reaches the bottom step and I can see the sheen of flesh colored panty hose, or stockings on her legs, transparent tights, clinging to her legs. I hated the appropriate length of her dress, wishing she'd show a bit more of her fantastic legs. 

I watched her navy pumps hit the linoleum as they clicked across the empty lecture hall and towards my desk. Her cheeks lifting as she smiled again, walking towards my desk, holding up the coffee.

"Extra milk, extra sugar right?" she says with a playful wink, and she leans forward over the desk slightly, handing it to me. 

"Very funny" I say with a slight narrowing of my eyes. 

"If there's a drop of milk in here, you're fired." I said teasing her. 

She laughed and walked around to my side of the desk, plopping the stack of folders on the desk in front of me. 

"Mr. Middleton, we both know that's not true." she said, pushing the lightly curled strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulder on one side. I took a moment to admire the light freckles on her nose and cheeks. 

"We both know i'm you're favorite student...AND assistant" she added with a little smirk 

The little minx knew it was true. Jessa Jones was my favorite by far. Years of teaching college students, has tempted me several times to do inappropriate things.  She however, was the first to make me not even think twice about the consequences. 

 Jessa Jones, is the dream, she's the fantasy men have at night, that make them cum in their sheets, or wake up with hard ons in the morning that make it hurt to fucking piss.  She's innocent looking, but I could tell she was a little bit of trouble from the day I saw her sitting in the 3rd row, chewing on a blue pen, head cocked and staring as I spoke.   It was the second class though, when she wore a dress, and ever so subtly spread her knees apart when I looked in her direction during my lecture. 

I watch her turn and rest her ass on the top of my desk. I look down at it, then up at her, and reach over, sliding my hand between her knees. She looks down at me and smiles, as she spreads her feet slightly apart, and leans back on her hands, biting the corner of her lip. 

"I'm your favorite, aren't I Elliot?" she says using my first name. I let my fingers curl around her leg as my hand slips up the inside of her leg , lifting the front of her dress along with it. 

"Am I YOUR favorite Miss Jones?" I ask her my hand slipping up, finding my answer to the panty hose question, thigh highs, with  a fucking garter belt. God damnit, she was hot for wearing that under such an innocent , modest fucking dress. 

The side of my hand brushed her heat as she she nodded. 

"Mmhmm" she hummed as my fingers played against what felt like lace panties. 

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Jessa Jones

I watched his hand lift higher and higher until it brushed my panties and I spread my legs apart even further for him, feeling him slip my panties to the side, and his fingers playing gently in my arousal, licking his lips as he stroked a finger over my clit, making my hips push forward and making me breathe in deep and then exhale a satisfied little moan.  It'd been days since we last got to mess around. I'd missed him. 

I knew screwing around with a professor was never a good idea, especially not a married one. The proof of his marriage was evident when he sunk his ring finger up inside me slowly, and I could feel the metal band against my wet pussy. He knew how much i enjoyed it. He knew I loved the fact that he couldn't resist me even though he was married. He knew I was turned on by the fact he sometimes went home with my juices on his fingers, on his mouth, on his dick. He knew I got off, thinking about his wife tasting me when he kissed her, or when she sucked him off. 

A second finger was inside me as I leaned my head back , feeling his middle finger and ring finger fuck me. 

"Mmmm, fuck, yes" I pant, my jaw dropping as his fingers go harder, faster, curling inside of me. 

I let my moan escape me at full volume and heard him groan, and I continued to pant as he stood and looked down at me on his desk, fingers inside of me, placing his other hand on the desk, leaning over me. 

"I've missed this, so much" I moan, and he grins. 

"It's only been a few days Jessa" he says leaning closer, kissing me once. 

"That's too long" I whimper as I spread my legs even wider, and lift my feet from the floor and into the air as I lean back and he drives his fingers harder into me. 

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Elliot

I love screwing around with her in the lecture hall , instead of at her apartment, or a hotel. I love the risk, the adrenaline of someone finding me with my hand up her dress, fingers fucking her slick wet cunt. It's my favorite fucking hobby. 

I watch her pink lips part as she gasps, that long strawberry blonde hair falling back with her head as she moans my name.

"Oh god, fuck me harder" she inhales a sharp breath and whimpers. 

I let my fingers drill her, listening to her soak my fingers, feeling her soak my fingers, and probably my fucking desk. I dont look down to check, cause I dont really care, nor can I take my eyes off her gorgeous face as she cums around my fingers, muscles clenching, eyes shutting tight as she trembles. I grin to myself , licking my lips, watching her get her release. 

Her head lifts back up as she still stays open mouthed, panting and holding back her cries of pleasure as I feel her cunt soak my fingers even more. 

My wife, get embarrassed when she quirts. Jessa though, has no fucking shame as her pussy cums, drenching my fingers, my hand and my desk, and the juices from her orgasm, drip down my fucking wrist, as I angle my fingers and keep fucking her for more of it. 

A pretty little scream escapes her lips as her legs shake wildly and I laugh, chuckling at how fucking hot she looks, how helpless she is to control the reaction her body has to my fingers inside her. 

She curses loudly, and my fingers leave her drenched cunt, and rub her clit as she grabs my dress shirt and pulls my mouth to hers, crashing it against mine. 

"Lick it" she moans. I groan, more than happy to oblige. 

I sit in my chair, pulling myself up to the wet fucking feast before me and bury my head between her legs. 

My tongue going right to her clit and I listen to my favorite noises. Her pretty little moans and whimpers, her breath being sucked in through teeth. 

I've always liked eating pussy.  But with Jessa, I fucking loved it. I loved the way her pussy looked, the way her pussy tasted, the way her pussy came so fucking easily for me. I loved sucking her cute fucking clit, making her scream everytime. I loved burying my tongue in her, and licking every fucking part of her pussy. I could never get enough, she made me hungry for her, crave her whenever she wasnt around. I was an addict for her fucking cunt. 

Licking her clit, it took all of another 20 seconds before she was cumming again, getting her clitoral orgasm. I felt her hips vibrate, and listened to her pants and curse as her legs shook violently as she squealed. I groaned into her cunt , pulled my mouth away, fucking smacked her pussy with my hand making her jump and groan, and I sunk my mouth back to her pussy, licking it up and down, the entire length of her slit letting my tongue devour her taste, cleaning up my girl.

 My little pet.