EroticReverie

Professor Jordan Stone

The weekend leaves me little excuse to disappear under the guise of “working”.  So I tend to my needs through her content, through the god damn video she took of us the other night in her bedroom. I’ve watched it at least a dozen times. and I’ve played a specific part at least triple that.  

The part where I’d told her she was making love to me. Oh. She didn’t like that at all. Again, she’s either a spectacular actress or she really hadn’t felt what I’d felt in that moment. And what I’d felt was stupid, dangerous and made me an even bigger bastard. Because I’d been making love to her in that moment. Had forgotten that she was a dirty little secret and that I was paying her to spend time with me. 

It’s Monday morning and I’m a few hours easily before my first class, because I’ve got plenty of papers to grade and have been slacking on my duties, because I’m too busy either fucking Vanessa , or fucking my fist while thinking of her, or just simply distracted by my addiction to her. 

I’m in my office when the door opens. 

“Student hours are after classes. Two to four pm today.” I say without looking up from the paper I’m currently grading. 

“Should I leave then?” Her voice purrs and my eyes dart up and instantly my dick is awake and reacting to the sight of her. 

“Come in Miss Vancourt.” I say with a small grin. She came to me. She’s here willingly. No money bribe , no text from me beckoning or demanding she come see me. 

“And lock the door.” I say after she steps in and closes the door behind her. She cocks a brow, and pauses. But then turns and flicks the lock.

As always she’s dressed to impress. She’s wearing a tight light grey colored long sleeve shirt, a black skirt with a belt , transparent black stockings and thigh high black suede boots, and had a grey, tan and white colored scarf draped around her neck. Her makeup is done, her hair curled into soft waves and pulled back half up and half down , with a small white ribbon bow fastening the hold of her hair. 

When she turns around she lifts her manicured fingers to her scarf and slowly pulls it off. I set down my pen and lean back slowly as I relax in my chair. My eyes moving up and down as she walks in further. Slipping off the scarf to reveal the v cut neck line of her shirt, and reveals the view that her thick decorative scarf was covering. Those gorgeous tits. Hugged tight by the thin light grey fabric, a faint outline of her bra, her nipples hard and poking against her shirt. 

“What brings you to my office?” I smirk and she gives me a sarcastic little smile and drops her scarf and purse in the chair meant for her and other students to sit in. 

“Grading my paper?” She asks and I lick my lips as she walks over. I loved the sound of her boots against the floor. Those soft steps as she rounds the edge of my desk. 

“You’d have to hand in a paper in order for me to grade one Miss Vancourt.” I say and she smiles as she perches her ass on the edge of the desk and pushes the papers in front of me to the side. 

“Oops, didn’t I hand one in?” She smiles. Vanessa Vancourt isn’t only the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but she fucking smart too. Top of her graduating glass and one of the top in mine. So I know she has the paper done. But she wants to play. Wants to fuck around on purpose because of our…little arrangement. 

“No. You didn’t.” I say and then drop my hand and bring it right to the inside of her thigh, right above her knee high boots, and below her skirt. I let my fingers slip over the thin tights that keep me from laying my hand directly on her soft skin. But I like the feel of these tights too, like how good they look, how her entire outfit looks on her. 

“Oh, here” she says and then picks up my pen and leans over slightly as my hand slips up her thigh further and up under her skirt. I rub back down and then back up as she writes on the little post it pad. 

I smirk to myself as she finishes and gives a little nod to the post it note. 

“That should do it.” She says. 

She slaps down the pad of post it’s along with the pen and I gently grab her thigh as I sit up straighter and peek down at the note.  

“Fuck me and give me an A.” Is all it says and I feel the corner of my lips lift and then my hand grazes higher and I groan when my fingers find that Vanessa Vancourt isn’t just wearing any tights. But crotchless ones. 

“That’s right professor, no panties, just little whore stockings made for you to fuck me without taking my clothes off.” She says and spreads her legs and I groan as my fingers stroke her pussy and I look at her as she reaches her hand to my tie and grabs it. 

“I’m not paying you.” I tell her. 

“That’s what the A is for” she says and I groan as she grins. 

“You think your cunt is worth an A?” I ask and she narrows her eyes slightly.

“We both know it is Professor” she says and then releases my tie and leans back on her hands. 

“You can either pay for it, or give me an A on that paper” she says and spreads her legs wider and my hand turns, my fingers playing between her pussy lips as she writhes slightly as my fingertips slip between them and drag up her pussy to her clit. 

“Or you could just hand in the paper you already have written. And get the A. And not have to have me touch you at all.  So why not just hand in the paper.  You don’t need an excuse to get fucked Vanessa, just ask for it” I smirk. She narrows her eyes. 

“Do you want to fuck me or not?” She hisses and I slide my fingers down and inside her. Two of them sliding right into her wet pussy and I lick my lips as she bites hers and moans. Her head falling back just slightly with what sounds and looks a lot like relief and desperation. 

“Admit you need it and that you have a perfectly good paper prepared, but just couldn’t wait for me to pay to fuck your whore pussy” I groan as my fingers curl and press to her g spot. Working it with little pumps of my fingers and she moans and her pussy drenches my fingers with each little thrust. 

“You either want to fuck me or you don’t professor” she moans and I smirk , just watching her as she breathes heavier and lets her head fall back further as she moans. 

“Fuck me” she whimpers when I say nothing and just slowly fuck her pussy with my two fingers. I slide a third one in without a response and she hisses and lifts her head and then lifts one hand and pulls up her skirt and looks down. 

“Fucking stretch me professor” she moans and I grit my teeth. Jesus Christ she was such a hot fucking thing. 

“You’re such a god damn whore” I growl. 

“Uh huh” she moans and I groan as I thrust my three fingers in and out. 

“Do you want a fourth you fucking slut?” I growl. She nods as she pants. 

“Stretch me” she moans. “Fucking stretch me out like the whore I am ,Professor” 

I groan and push a fourth in and she gasps. I’m moving up out of my chair and grabbing her behind her neck as I lean in, my mouth crashing to her hot little fucking mouth and my four fingers stretching her with each thrust as she moans against my mouth. 

“Fuck me” she moans. “Fuck me, make me earn that A professor”  she pants on my mouth and her hands are on my shirt. Pulling it up out of my pants and then her hands are undoing my buckle as my fingers push harder into her and I feel her pussy clamped around me , my four fingers buried as my thumb reaches to her clit and rubs it in circles as she unzips me and moans and curses. 

“Did you fuck your wife this weekend?” She pants and I groan and keep thumbing her clit as my four fingers thrusts out and in. 

“Yes” I growl and she moans and pushes down my pants and lifts her eyes to mine as she breathes against my mouth. 

“Did you think of me while you were inside of her?” She pants and my fingers slide out and I lift them , she grabs my hand in one of hers and brings my soaked fingers to her mouth and sucks them all in. Her tongue moving, my four fingers laid side by side in her mouth, stretching it as I groan. 

“Youre all I fucking think of, every fucking second” I growl and she moans as her other hand grabs my cock as I fuck her mouth with my fingers and she bites them gently and I groan as she drags her teeth over them and bites my fingertips harder as I step forward and she guides me to her pussy. 

“Think of her while you’re inside of me” she pants as he teeth release my fingers. 

“Think of your wife while you fuck me professor, think of your marriage and that you’re risking it all for the best whore you’ve ever had” she moans and I groan. I watch her as she twists slightly and reaches for my wedding photo on my desk and she smirks as she lifts it. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin your life. Think about that while you fuck me” she says and then throws the frame and it hits the wall and the glass shatters and the frame falls. 

It pisses me off and turns me on. 

“You little bitch” I growl as I wrap my hands onto her hips and pull her to the edge even further and right onto my cock as I thrust into her. 

She yelps and then laughs as she moans. 

“Oh fuck, yes” she moans as she wraps her legs around me and I feel the slip of her tights sliding out very my thighs , the suede of her boots against the backs of my thighs as my pants fall further to the floor.

“You’re such a bad man” she moans. “Fuck, you’re such a bastard” she pants as I fuck her harder. 

“You thinking about your wife?” She moans and I growl. 

“Yeah, think about her while you’re in this fucking pussy, think about how hard you are for a whore professor, think about your poor wife and what she’ll do when she catches you screwing my fucking cunt” she hisses and then bites my lip and I grunt. I cum hard. Lasting all of a fucking minute , hips jerking as she giggles like a fucking devil and licks her tongue over my mouth. Taking my jaw in her hand as she drags that wicked tongue over my mouth as I groan and spill all of my cum inside of her. 

“Men are such simple bastards” she hisses and then kisses me and I groan as she holds my face and her mouth moves over mine as she moans. 

“I really will be a good little wife one day professor” she says reminding me of the words I spoke to her in her bedroom. 

“Because I’ll marry a man the deserves a good wife, not a sick old student fucker like you” she hisses and I groan and keep kissing her. She moans and grabs my hair and her tongue pushes over mine. 

“My husband will deserve his good little whore wife, and he’ll be so fucking satisfied with this pussy, he won’t have a single reason to sink his dick into another woman” 

“Keep telling yourself that” I pant as I kiss her and she moans and then grabs my ass. 

“Fuck me” she moans. “Fuck me and make me cum” she whimpers. 

“No matter what man finds you, you’ll always remember me Vanessa. I can tell by the way you fucking moan when I’m inside you, that you’ll always be thinking of your professor when your husband is fucking his slutty little wife” I groan and she breathes harder in my mouth. 

“You love how I fuck you” I grin. 

“Shut up and fuck me” she pants and I grin. 

“You might satisfy your future husband Vanessa, but..will he satisfy you?”

“How does one satisfy a fucking whore?” I growl. 

“We both know this cunt won’t ever get as wet as it does for my married cock, that no fuck you have will ever compare to me paying to fuck your dirty little pussy” I growl and she moans as I start to thrust again. 

“You love being my fucking whore Miss Vancourt, and you always will be, my, fucking, whore”