EroticReverie

Jordan Stone

I'm sitting behind my desk in the lecture hall as students pack up their things, packing up my own, shutting down my laptop, and getting ready to leave for the day. I answer a few questions for students that drop by my desk before leaving, and I'm all packed up and ready to go, standing and grabbing my lap top bag when my eyes catch something, someone still sitting in the front row. Vanessa Vancourt. She doesnt usually sit front and center, she usually sits somewhere in the middle on the left side, but now she was right there. My eyes jump to her bare legs, she's wearing a tight dark purple sweater dress that must only go to her knees, cause it's a little shorter than that right now as she sits there, one leg crossed right over the other, my eyes crawl up her body quickly, my dick responding slightly to those fucking curves of hers, especially the ones snug in the top of her dress, the neck of it is high, but it doesnt do anything to hide her fucking tits. Tits that I just subscribed to for $25 dollars a month when I found her page on OnlyFans. I could practically see her right now, sitting right there, without any clothes on at all. 

It probably wasn't a great idea for me to have searched for her Twitter and social media when I'd heard rumors that several students were taking up sex work as a way to help pay off their college. I couldn't blame them, who wanted to live in debt like that? But I'd done it, I couldnt fucking help myself, even though I should have.

My eyes are on hers, and they shift to her perfectly painted lips. The rest of her makeup is minimal, but has on a bright fucking red lipstick that she wears often. I watch a small smirk form on her lips, and then the tip of her tongue is riding along that plump lower lip of hers. God, the things I watched that mouth do the other night while my wife was asleep. Watching her suck that fucking rainbow colored dildo, and shove it down her fucking throat, drooling all over herself. The front of my pants get tighter and I sit back down. 

"Is there something I can help you with Vanessa?" I ask, trying to act like I haven't seen her, every fucking inch. Trying to act like I dont know what her pretty fucking cunt looks like, or her bare naked ass bent over and spreading it wide for myself and probably hundreds of other people on the internet. God, she had a hot fucking pussy. So god damn pink, and so fucking wet. Stop thinking about her fucking pussy when she's right fucking there. My wife didnt give a shit if I watched porn. Would she care if I watched porn of one of my students? I could hope and pray all day that she wouldn't give a shit, but she most definitely would. 

I watch her get up,my eyes falling down over her. God, how were her hips that fucking delicious? The curve of her body is ridiculous, and I watch every bit of her move as she leaves her things at the desk and walks over to mine, the knee high black boots she has on, clicking across linoleum , making my cock hard. God, I wanted to see her in only those fucking boots right now. 

"You know..." she says with a little smile, trailing her finger on the side of my desk, sweeping it over the polished wood as she walks around and then turns, and leans against the edge of the desk, right by chair. 

"You're not the first professor that's found my fun little site." she smirks. I swallow hard. 

I open my mouth, ready to fucking deny it and she laughs softly. 

"Don't deny it ..Mister Stone." she says, her voice dropping slightly, becoming far less playful and more seductive as she pushes her ass up onto the desk and slowly crosses one leg over the other.

"It's fine...that's what the site is for....for you to watch me." she says and leans back on just one hand. 

"Like I said, you're not the first teacher I've seen on the list of subscribers...but.." she says, that devious little tongue slides along her lips again and she hums softly. 

"You are the first to buy up all of my content." She grins. 

Fuck, I feel like a fucking loser right now. I did spend, quite a fucking bit of money, hundreds. My cock couldnt get enough ever since I found her site recently. Every picture, every video, ever special little thing she had on there, I'd seen at least once. And she had months and months of content, new things posted everyday. 

"You sure make a girl feel special doing that Mister Stone" she says and I lick my lips as I watch her sit back up straight and then lean forward slightly, and I watch her hand as she reaches out and slips a finger under the start of my tie at my neck and smirks to herself as her finger drags down under it, then curls around it, then the rest of her fingers grip it and she tugs me by tie just a little bit and my nostrils flare.

"I like picturing you enjoying what you see Mister Stone" she whispers. 

I dont say a fucking word, but my cock is saying it all, and when her eyes drop, she bites her lower lip with a smile. She sees it, the proof is right there, straining against my dark grey slacks. 

"Mmm, you enjoy it, don't you?" she asks.

"Would I have bought it all if I didnt?" I ask back when she tries to fake like she doesnt know whether I truly enjoyed it. 

She grins at my response. "Maybe, I don't know what kind of filthy pervert you are Mister Stone." 

I raise my brow at that. "Filthy perverts are your bread and butter, are they not? You've got my money, why do you care whether or not I enjoy it?" I ask. 

"Because you make my fucking pussy wet, that's why." she says and grabs my tie harder, pulling , my eyes widening. NOT the response I was expecting. 

"And I want to know you enjoy that fucking pussy when you look at it..I want to know your cock is in your hand everytime you look at my photos, my videos...I want to know I make you fucking cum." she says and then is sliding off my desk and I curse.

"fuck" I heave a breath as she hitches her dress up, the tight fabric climbing to her hips and I groan as she reveals black mesh panties, and I can see the small traingle patch of perfectly trimmed hair. 

"do I make you cum Mister Stone?" she asks and then is sliding right onto my lap.

"I ...." fuck...god damn. Her cunt slips right onto my fucking dick and I can feel the heat of her against my cock through my pants as she wraps my tie around her neck. Her hips automatically rolling, she's grinding on my erection like it's fucking inside her.

"I have a wife" I exhale. 

"Congratulations Mister Stone, I'm so happy for you" she smirks and then grabs my one hand, and then brings it behind her and puts it on her ass. I groan, the feel of her bare ass in my hand, my hand grabbing hold of it hard, squeezing and she moans. 

"do i make you cum?" she whispers, leaning in, her lips just a breath from mine.

"yes" I groan and she hums. 

"when is the last time you came for me Mister Stone?" she moans, grinding me faster. 

"this morning, before work...in the..shower" I groan through the pleasure, the way those fucking hips move on my lips. 

"you brought your phone in the shower?" she asks. 

I shake my head. "I thought of you."

"mm yeah? what did you think of, tell me Mister Stone" she moans, her mouth still so fucking close, I can taste mint on her breath. 

"Your cunt" I growl and she moans, her lips brushing mine.

"what about my cunt?" she asks. 

"Fucking it" I groan, barely able to fucking think. God, I was a bastard, a real fucking bastard. I had a fucking wife, a good one too. Yet, my cock couldnt turn Vanessa down.

"Mmm, yeah? You want to fuck my cunt Mister Stone? You want to fuck this cunt that's rubbing on your big hard dick right now?" she moans. 

"God, yes" I groan. 

"Mmm, you dirty man, you dirty, fucking man" she hisses and then leans back. My hands going to her hips, both of us looking down as she rolls her hips and grinds against my dick. 

"Mmmmm, my cunt is getting your pants all wet Mister Stone....do you like that hmm?" she asks and I groan, gripping her hips harder. 

"I want to fucking taste you" I growl. 

I watch her slip one hand down into her panties and groan, she gasps, and I watch her hand move as she fingers herself, drawing her hand back out, two fingers covered, and glistening. 

"Say please" she smirks and then smears them over my lips as soon as I start to speak, my please becoming muffled and distorted. I growl, my tongue lashing over her fingers, my hand grabbing her wrist and she gasps as I suck them into my mouth. 

she yelps when I pull her fingers out, and grab her ass, standing and drop her ass on the desk and shove her legs open. 

She's laughing as she spreads her legs. 

"What do you think you're doing Mister Stone?" she asks as I push my face between her fucking legs and drag my tongue over her soaked panties, making her gasp.

"Mmm fuck" she pants, leanning back, her legs going even wider. "oh fuck yes" she moans as I drag my tongue over them again and then snatch them, pulling them hard to the side and she gasps, and then curses right as my tongue slips up her perfect fucking pussy, between her lips, to her clit and I groan. Pushing my face harder into her, devouring her, licking and sucking as she moans and curses. 

"oh fuck, oh fuck, mmmm, eat that pussy" she moans, and then is dropping back, laying over my desk as she grabs my hair, fingers sliding into it. 

"oh shit...oh fuck, right there" she cries with a little laugh and a moan. 

I dont even know who I am in this moment. I've never cheated on my wife. I'd like to think it was because I was a good man, but apparently, I've just never had irresistable pussy shoved in my fucking lap and offered up for the taking. 

"make me cum, make me cum on that tongue" she cries. "shit , yes, yes, yes" she chants as her legs shake and she cries out, back arching as I bring her to orgasm, sucking and growling on her clit and keeping it going till her clit cant take another second. 

I stand, my mouth soaked with her pussy juices as she breathes heavily. 

"mmm, that was fucking hot, so fuckin hot" she breathes and I unbuckle my belt and she shifts onto her elbows. 

"What are you doing?" she asks panting still as I unzip my pants. 

"It's your turn to make me cum Vanessa." I say and she bites her lip and shakes her head. 

"I dont fuck guys I'm not dating" she says.

"That's too bad" I say and her eyes widen and then they drop as I take my cock out.

"cause you do now" I say, stroking my cock and she shifts on the table. 

"seriously, I dont"

"shut up Vanessa" I groan and then push her back down.

"Mister Stone" she says with a nervous laugh as she tries to sit back up and I grab her neck and push her back down, stepping between her legs as she whimpers, eyes wide.

"you cant just, i said no" she says and I shake my head.

"you put your pretty little pussy in my lap, and think you get to tell me no?" I ask, shaking my head. she goes to scream, but my hand squeezes tighter on her throat, my other hand guding my cock, and when Im lined, up, I reach up, slapping the other over her mouth.

"Good girl" I groan as I nudge the head of my cock into her, then slam every other inch into her, making her scream into my palm. 

"MMmm, don't worry, ...i'll pay you when Im done Vanessa."