EroticReverie

Vanessa Vancourt

I’m sitting there. Legs spread , shaking , with my professors cum, leaking from my cunt. 

I watch him tuck his cock back into his pants and zip himself back up. I just sit there, watching, in shock over what just happened. Did I deserve it? For teasing him? For coming onto him and letting him go down on me?

He pulls out his wallet and I watch him pull out cash. He drops several twenties and a few fifties onto his desk right beside me. The paper of the “Fuck money” rustling slightly as it hits the desk. 

“This didn’t happen.” He says. Eyeing me and my eyes go to his wedding band and then back up to him. I swallow. I nod. Because if I told anyone what he just did, then I’d have to admit I’d baited a married man. That I’d been the one to come on to him. 

“You….just….I’m not even on anything” I say and he eyes me and looks down between my legs where his cum leaks from my cunt that he’d just forced himself into. 

He takes out another fifty. 

“Take a plan b.” He says and then ticks his wallet into his back pocket and I just blink at him. 

“I’m not a whore Mister Stone , you can’t just-“

“Aren’t you?” He cuts me off and my eyes widen. 

“You sell your body.” He says. 

“Not…like that” I say and he smirks and looks between my legs again. Then to the money. 

“You don’t? Because you just did.” He says and grabs his briefcase. 

“You…raped me” I say and he pauses then looks at me and cocks his head. 

“Is that why you came?” He asks and my jaw clenches and my eyes water. 

“I said no” i bite out. 

“You did.  Till my cock was inside you.  Then what did you say Vanessa?” He asks with a condescending smirk. “Because it wasn’t no”

“Are we going to have a problem? Are you going to cry rape and make me tell everyone you threw your little fucking money maker at me like a bitch in heat? Then pretended you didn’t want my fucking cock inside you just so you could feel better about being a slut?” He asks and my eyes water and he licks his lips as he looks over me. 

“You’ll keep your mouth shut. And your legs open for me. And I’ll keep your wallet full.” He says and my eyes widen as my mouth parts. The audacity. 

I don’t even have words as he turns with his briefcase and walks right out of the lecture hall. 

———

I grit my teeth as I upload new content later that day. A new video along with a photo set. I’d found sex work empowering. It was my body.  And I made the rules. Until today. But I wouldn’t let him stop me. I wouldn’t let him shake me for what I chose to do. He is the one who should be ashamed. I’d told him no. I’d said it several times. Hadn’t I? 

No. I had said it once , maybe twice , before I was getting wet for it. I’d wrapped my legs around him and said “yes” when he fucked me so hard on that desk that I saw stars. 

I check mew new subscriptions. I send messages to the few new customers. I chat with the vip members currently online and send flirty and dirty messages to them to keep them satisfied and thinking that they’re special. 

A new message pops up and I click it. Already knowing the user name. Knowing exactly who it is. 

“You look like a delicious whore in the new photos Vanessa. I approve.” He types and my jaw clenches. 

“I don’t care if you approve. I could block you , you know?” I type. 

“You won’t.” He says. 

My nostrils flare and grit my teeth. 

“I could tell your wife.” I type back. 

“Send me a special video. One nobody else has seen.” He types. And I scoff.  He completely ignored my threat.  Because he knows I won’t fucking tell her. He knows I’m bluffing. 

“Pay me.” I type. 

“Smart little business whore.” He types. 

“How much?” He adds. 

“A hundred.” I type. 

“You think you’re worth that much for a single video? Try again Vanessa.” He says and I growl at my screen. 

“Fifty.” I type and send my Venmo info to him. 

A minute later I get a notification and open up the app on my phone and I slam my phone down. 

“You think you’re funny.” I type back. 

“A dollar?” I type. 

“Go fuck yourself Mister Stone.” I type. 

“Why? When I could just fuck you instead?” He types. 

I squirm in my seat. 

“You send ME a video. Then I’ll send you one.” I type. 

“A video of what? How hard you make me?” He asks. 

I hate the way my pussy drenches , reading his words.  

“Yes.” I type. 

“Send me your phone number Vanessa.” He types.

I take a deep breath and punch in my number and hit send. 

Half a minute later my phone pings and I pick it up. Opening the message. 

“Hello, Vanessa.” Is all it says. 

I save the number under Professor. Then I type back. 

“Send me a video.” I type. 

“Why? Because you already miss my cock Vanessa?” He ask and I lick my lips. 

“Shut up. And send it.” I type. 

He’s quiet and then a few minutes later a video pops up and I press play. 

My nipples go hard and my pussy is a fucking mess as I audibly whimper at the sight of his cock. 

I turn up the volume and bite my lip as I hear the low groan of his voice as I watch his hand stroke his long , hard, thick cock. 

“This what you like Vanessa? My cock hard for you? This what you want? Hmm?” He groans and strokes himself. 

“You want it, don’t you Vanessa? You want this cock back in that expensive little cunt, don’t you?” 

“Fuck, you’re worth every dime Vanessa” he groans and exhale and spread my legs. My hand slipping up my legs and under my dress as I lean back in  computer chair and moan as I touch myself. 

“Your body makes me harder than I’ve ever been, …not even my wife can make cum the way you do …even when I’m only looking at you….watching your videos….looking at your pictures…..I get so fucking hard just thinking about you….and I’d rape you again Vanessa…I’d do it again, and I will if you don’t fucking give it to me when I want it, and you like it….you like that I can’t control myself…that I took what I wanted”

My fingers plunge inside of myself as I fuck my fingers and buck my hips as I moan and listen to him. 

“Your pussy is so fucking good Vanessa, best I’ve ever felt, and I WILL have it again , I’m going to take that cunt and make it cum on my cock again” he groans. 

“Now show me your fucking pussy and how wet it is for my cock”

His stroke slows and the video stops and I moan and press replay. Biting my lip as I masturbate to his voice and his words and his cock. 

After my second watch , I record my own video. I grab the stand I use when recording my videos and go to my bed and set it up and press record as I sit on the side of my bed. My dress lifted. The same one he fucked me in and I pull my panties to the side and show him what he wants to see. I was fucking soaked. 

I look at the camera and touch my clit and rub it as I moan. 

“Youre a sick fucking bastard…paying to rape this pussy…so pathetic….you’ll never have it again….you don’t deserve to fuck this pussy…you’ll never feel it cum for your cock ever again…you’re going to have to fuck your wife and imagine me…you’re going to have to fuck someone who actually wants you….because I don’t….because my pussy might be wet…it might have cum on your cock once…but never again…I only get off by making you hard…I like teasing your cock….you sad old man…and you’ll keep paying just to fucking look at this pussy…that’s how good it is…go fuck yourself Professor, go fuck that cock while you think of me” 

I sit up and cut the video and send it. 

A few minutes later. My response is another video. It’s shorter and it’s of him. Cumming. It spurts from the tip and down the head and over his fist as he groans. 

“See you after class Friday Vanessa” he says. And the video ends. I lick my lips and lay on my bed and watch that video on repeat. His cum making me edge harder and harder each time i watch it. 

I don’t respond. Not even after I’ve gotten myself off to it. I save the videos to my phone.  Go back to my desk.  I finish talking and sending messages.  I do homework and then eat dinner. Then I do more homework.  Then. When I lay down to go to bed. I watch both videos again. And again. As I get myself a second time.