EroticReverie

Jordan Stone

“I’m coming over.” I text Vanessa later in the day. It was six pm. I’d worked late. Actually worked. 

“Can’t. I’m busy.” She replies. 

“I don’t care.” I reply. 

“Fuck off Professor.” She types back and I grit my teeth but also grin. 

Addicted. That’s what I was doing addicted to her dirty fucking mouth. Addicted to her pussy. Her ass. Her entire fucking body. Addicted to thrill I never thought I’d be the kind of man to seek. Addicted to being unfaithful.  Addicted to the risk. Addicted to the taste of another woman. Addicted to degrading her. Addicted to getting it right back. Addicted to the fun of it. The pleasure of it. 

“I’m on my way.” I text. 

“Do NOT come here.” She types. I ignore her and make my way out of the building. Wondering if I should go home. But my car doesn’t take the roads home, it drive right to her. To Vanessa. To my addiction. 

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I ring the doorbell to her apartment. I ring it again. Then again. Smiling as I hear the sound of heels on hardwood and then the door being unlocked. 

She turns the knob, the chain still caught in the door as she glared at me through the few inches. 

“I said don’t come here. Can’t you fucking read?” She hisses and I just smirk. 

“Open the door.” I say. 

She narrows her eyes and her lips tighten. She has her makeup all done. Like she does for most of her sets. 

“I’m WORKING” she hisses. 

My cock throbs and I lick my lips. 

“Let me watch you work.” I say and she huffs. 

“No” she answers and then shuts the door and locks it. I press the doorbell. Like an obnoxious child. I press it over and over till I hear her curse and then unlock the door and the chain slides and she pulls open the door. 

“Youre so fucking dense” she hisses and I push the door open and look at her. Fuck me. 

She’s wearing a “skirt” which is more of a belt than it is a skirt. It covers absolutely fucking nothing. It’s red and white plaid. 

Her top is a short sleeved white shirt. Cropped. Beyond cropped. The lower part of her breasts are exposed. It hugs her tits tight. Covering her nipples up to her neck. a red ribbon around the collar that hangs down the center. Not a tie. But serving as one. It clearly her version of a naughty school girl. 

I look down and take in the knee high white socks and the red platform heels that make her a few inches taller. 

“Jesus Christ you look like a hot little whore” I groan and then reaches down and for her waist and she slaps my hand. 

“Don’t fuck with my money. You want to watch? You can watch. No touching. I need to film and take photos.” She says and groan. But I nod. 

She rolls her eyes and closes the door. 

“You know where to go.” She gestures to her room and I smile and walk in. Taking off my shoes and then following her into her bedroom. 

On the bed are props. A notebook , a backpack, pencils , a pen, one of those bedazzled ones with the fluffy shit at the end. A ruler. My cock throbs as I imagine taking it over that plump as of her. My eyes going to said ass. That short little excuse of a skirt doing nothing to hide her ass cheeks as she walks over to her camera that’s set up. 

Her hair is in pigtails. With red ribbons that match the one around her neck. My cock is aching. The schoolgirl fantasy always felt kind of creepy. But her in that makeshift uniform

And those fucking pigtails has me changing my mind. 

“You going to stand there? Fucking sit.” She says and I smile slightly as she points to the chair near her small desk. I walk over. Taking a seat and then watch her looking at me. She scowls. 

“Youre such a pain in the ass” she mutters and turns and walks to her bed. 

“Literally ? Because I’m pretty sure you enjoyed me in your ass earlier.” I say and she shoots me a dagger eyed stare. 

“Shut up. Don’t talk.” She says as she pushes the backpack to the side and positions it and then opens the notebook. 

I just smile and, leaning back. Letting my cock get stiffer as I watch her. 

She lays on her stomach, and lifts her feet and kicks them lazily back and forth as she looks down at her notebook. Pretending to study. I’m quiet. I don’t say a word. It’s a different feeling seeing her pose , seeing the behind the scenes of the content I consume from her daily. 

I watch her switch positions. Posing. Sometimes looking at the camera. Tossing it flirty little smiles and come fuck me eyes. Sometimes acting as if she doesn’t know it’s there. I don’t make a peep as I watch her twirl one of her locks from her pigtail around her finger and bite down on her pencil as she looks at the camera.  

She looks at me and my cock gets harder, my heart races and she smirks. I watch her move , onto her knees, and spreading them apart as she looks back at the camera. That little skirt doing nothing to hide the white cotton thong beneath. 

She grabs her skirt , toys with it, cocking her head innocently at the camera and batting her lashes. She pauses in her little poses and I assume she takes stills from her video instead of taking actual pictures. 

“Lean back on your hands. And spread your knees wider.” I say and she stops and glares at me. 

“I said no talking.” 

“Do you want to make their cocks hard or not?” I ask with a cock of my brow. She narrows her eyes briefly. But she knows I’m right. Who knows better what a man wants to see than a man?

And what I want to see is that cunt. Those little panties hugging her pussy lips with those tits lifted in the air and that under boob hanging out of her shirt. 

She does as I say. 

I watch her give a few different faces to the camera. Innocent doe eyes. A soft smile. A bite of her lip. Those come fuck me eyes with a mischievous grin. 

She moves and gives the camera a side profile, her ass in the air her hands out in front of her on the bed , her tits hanging , the shirt hiding her nipples until it doesn’t. Til her tight little shirt shift and her nipple peeks out and I groan. Her eyes come to mine and she slips her hands forward more. Arching her back as her tits lower towards the bed. 

“Do I look good professor?” She asks, putting in that little innocent doe eyed face, batting her lashes. Playing a part we both know doesn’t fit her. She’s anything but innocent. 

“You look better than good.” I answer and let my hand slip onto my lap and her eyes follow and she bites her lip. 

“What do you think you’re doing Professor she asks as she shifts, turning and facing me. Crawling to the edge of the bed. 

“Watching you be an incredibly hot little whore.” I say as I rub my dick through my pants. 

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself” she says and then swings her legs around and sits on the bed , placing her heels to the floor. I groan as I watch her slip from the bed and onto her knees. 

I grab my dick and my nostrils flare as she crawls. I watch her hips. Her pigtails dangling beside her face and watch that tongue lick over her lips as her hands and knees move her closer to me. 

She perches her ass on the backs of her heels as she places her hands on my knees and pushes them apart and I groan as she moves her knees closer to kneel between my legs. I look down her tits. Her shirt slid up and she hasn’t yet pulled it back down. Her tits are on display, the white fabric slipped above her tits and that little red ribbon dangles between the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. 

“How much will you pay for me  to play the innocent school girl that sucks her teachers cock?” She asks as her hands push over my knees and up my thighs and I move my hand as she leans forward and pushes her tits into my lap making me groan. She grinds them against my lap, rubbing them on my dick through my pants. 

“How much will you pay for me to turn that camera and record my innocent mouth sucking my teachers cock like a good girl ?” She asks and then slips her hands up and over my shirt and licks her lips with a little moan. 

I still couldn’t tell if she actually enjoyed me. Or if it was all for money. She’s right. Men are fucking stupid. It’s like going to a strip club. Theyre paid to dance. Paid to pretend to like you. Want you. Paid to give lap dances and make you feel like you’d have a fucking shot in hell at taking them home. I didn’t care either way. I was just trying to figure her out. I liked paying her. But I also liked the fantasy of her liking me. Wanting me as much as I wanted her. 

“How much do you want?” I ask as I lift my hand and twirl her hair around my finger just like she had done herself on the bed. Her eyes goes to my finger and then lifts back up to me. 

“Three hundred.” She says and I grit my teeth. 

Being a professor didn’t make me a ton of money, but I also came from money, had investments , stocks. Being a professor wasn’t my only source of income. 

“Such an expensive little whore.” I say as I keep twirling her soft hair around my finger. 

“You know I’m worth more” she says and grinds those tits harder on my lap and I groan. 

“Youre worth every penny I have” I say and she bites her lip and moans. 

“Am I?” She asks and I didn’t miss how much she loved my praise earlier. It was more than praise, it was the truth. 

“You are.” I say and drop the lock of hair and then shift to the side, reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet as she sits back and watches. A little smile on her lips as I open my wallet. I pull out the cash. Grab three hundred in different bills and then close my wallet and drop it to the floor and then sit up straighter. 

“Lean back like I told you to on the bed.” I say and watch her knees spread and her arms reach back as she leans back.

I groan as I take one of the twenties and fold it in half. Making it stiffer and then bring the end of it to her left breast and let the paper graze her nipple. She sucks in a breath as I drag the money over her chest and let it graze the other nipple. I drop it, letting it fall on her breast and slip off and down to the floor. She’s breathing harder. Eyes on me as I smirk and grab another twenty.

I fold it half again and bring the end to her mouth , her lips part as I drag the paper over her lips. Her breath making the paper flutter and I drop it. Letting it fall down onto her chest.  I grab a third twenty and tease her nipples. Her hips roll slightly as she pants softly and I grin watching her get turned on as I repeat the same action with every bill until I grab the hundred dollar bill. 

She bites her lip with a moan as I press it flat to her stomach. Pushing it down over that tiny fucking skirt and between her legs. 

I press my fingers into the paper. Into her panties. I rub it up and down her soaked panties and she moans. 

“This pussy loves my money” I groan and she nods and I slide my hand up and push the hundred dollar bill down into her panties and push it against that patch of hair and then down over her pussy lips and rub her with my fucking money. 

She lets out a moan, her hips gyrating as she pushes on her hands and her clit chases the paper pressed between her pussy and my fingers. 

“Youre such a beautiful little fucking whore” I groan and she whimpers and rides my fucking money. My fingers. 

“You like that dirty money against that dirty little pussy?” I groan and she cries out a little moan. 

“Yes” she breathes. 

I push it down and against where she’s wettest, where’s warmest and her eyes pop and she gasps as my finger make the paper wet.  Rubbing it into her, fingers pushing the paper up into her cunt. 

“Oh fuck!” She cries and rides my fingers as I push the last of it inside her and slide my fingers into her. Stuffing my fucking money up her cunt and she …fucking…loves it. 

“Oh fuck” she cries as I finger her. She sits up. Grabbing my arm as she looks at me, riding my fingers while I’m leaned over and she whimpers as she pants.  Her face right near mine. 

“Youre a god damn dirty little fucking slut” I groan and she nods and, her mouth parted as she moans and clenches around my fingers. 

“Fuck my  money into that little cunt Vanesssa” I groan and she grins my arm harder. Fucking my fingers as the curl and push , feeling the hundred dollar bill buried inside of her. 

“God , I want to fucking fill this cunt with it” I groan. Imagining myself fucking every god damn dollar I have into her.  

“Fuck” she cries and I groan. 

“Kiss me you fucking whore” I groan and she lifts one hand , the other still grabbing my arm as she rides me fingers , the other sliding right behind my head as she crashes her moaning mouth to mine. I groan. 

If she’s pretending to want this. To love it. She deserves a fucking Oscar for her performance. Because she kisses me hard, with the most desperate sounding little whimper and moans I’ve ever head. 

“Suck my cock with that hundred dollar bill in your cunt” I growl on her mouth and she moans and keeps kissing me. Panting and her other hand lifts to my face. Shutting me up and I groan as she keeps fucking my fingers. I slide a third in , listening to her gasp and curse and then feeling her smash her pretty fucking mouth back to mine.