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Her laughter abruptly stopped when Connor grabbed a wooden spoon form her counter and whacked her ass cheeks with it. Stinging pain and soaring pleasure mingled inside her body. Juices, slippery and heated, ran down her legs as he hit her again, turning her bottom a pretty rosy red color. It burned and itched a bit and she writhed as more blows came down, alternating with long slow caresses that softened the agony and kept her walking that fine line between exquisite suffering and exquisite satisfaction.
Her fingers clutched the edge of the table and she lifted herself up on her tiptoes, offering herself to him. The spoon came down again and she shrieked and twisted, he pulled her up by a handful of her own hair and a hot primal thrill shot through her body.
He spun her around for a long intense kiss that left her legs shaking. Unable to think, uncaring of anything except the moment unfolding around them Sandra sank to her knees in front of him, bowing her head in supplication as her trembling fingers went to his zipper and tugged it down.
His cock sprang out at her—hard and trembling. The heavy purple vein throbbed and he filled her hand. The sheer solid weight of his shaft made more fluids leak from her center, she wanted him inside of her, wanted to feel his balls slapping against her ass cheeks as he fucked her hard and fast.
Her mouth opened and she flicked her tongue across the taut skin of his helmet, a thin drop of precum leaked out and its taste filled her mouth. Reveling in the manly scent of him, she opened her mouth wider and took him down her throat. He was large and thick and his cock pushed against her tongue. She used that tongue, swirling it around and around the head and then licking down his long member even as she swallowed it.
Her eyes closed and her hand came up to cradle his balls. They tightened below her caresses. Growing bolder she pulled her mouth of his pulsing prick and took his balls into her mouth, suckling on them.
Connor had been fucking her face, thrusting his hips in time to her movements and he had been excited then but when she began to suckle on his sac he almost came. He doubled over and shoved her away gently before hauling her back to her feet and bending her back over the table.
His tongue slid into the cleft between her cheeks, ran down to her labia, and parted them. Whimpers escaped her as he massaged her clit, his fingers plunging inside of her. The friction and heat made her body feel loose and liquid, her eyes closed as spasms of ecstasy made her inner walls clench and open again.
His clever tongue continued to torment her even as he slipped a questing finger into her asshole, pressing past that tight ring of muscle. Heat flushed her entire body and she cried out, aching with need.
Connor stood and his cock entered her, full and ready. He filled her, her legs quivered and her ass jerked higher even as her hips ached from being pressed against the table’s edge. Connor yanked her hair again, pulling it ruthlessly as he fucked her.
He slid along her walls then withdrew, creating a delicious rhythm that made her pant and gasp, her nipples scraped the table’s surface, and her hips thrust back and toward him.
Her snug walls held him fast, pulled him further inside of their heated oily depths. The ecstasy was nearly unbearable, she knew she could not hold on long and she did not want to. Her body begged for a release from the sweet torture he was inflicting upon it.
“Please can I come?” Sandra begged, “Please I want to come so badly.”
“You may come when I say you can come and I have not said that, now have I?”
“No,” she whimpered. “I cannot wait much longer though, please Connor.”
He was not ready to allow her release however. His hands were hard and cruel on her ass cheeks, they were already sore and the blows stung but the pain turned to pleasure so fast she barely had time to register it at all.
“You can come right now,” he said as he stopped spanking her and reached around her so that his fingers could manipulate her clit. That proved to be too much for her. Thick come spilled from her wet slit and moans broke from her throat.
Connor came as well, his cock jerking inside her as his hot seed spilled into her tight tunnel, splattered her walls and then mingled with her own juices. He panted heavily in her ear, his body trapping hers as their heartbeats slowed and their bodies cooled.
He finally stood and helped her to stand up; she was a bit shaky as they made their way into the bathroom. Connor helped her strip and then stripped his own clothes off as she turned on the water.
Steam filled the room and they clambered into the tub. Sandra relaxed, allowing the heat and the scent of the soap she preferred to seep into her senses and ease the aches and pains that Connor’s rough lovemaking had left behind.
His hands were soothing as he soaped a cloth and washed the fluids from her pussy, each circular stroke making her gasp. She would have come again if he had let her but he did not, he wanted her to be on the edge to be left wanting so that perhaps he would have an advantage when he asked her again to go to Maine for the holiday.
That plan backfired though. Dressed and back in her kitchen Sandra had regained her footing somewhat.
“I can’t go,” she said as she placed a dozen cookies into a brightly wrapped container.
Connor demanded angrily, “What’s holding you here?”
“This is my home and this is where I have always spent Christmas.”
“Why do you have to be so afraid to do things that are new?”
“I’m not afraid!” Only she was, and they both knew it.
“Leaving here is not the end of the world.”
The campus was her whole world. She did not know how to express that. Going on the occasional vacation or sail into waters she had not tried before was one thing but going against the traditions she had had for years…and going away with a man no less, those were two things she could not handle. Leaving the campus with him for Christmas…it would only be the precursor and she knew it and the knowledge terrified her.
Who would she be away from the place where she had always been …who was she? That was such a confusing thought. She was Professor Sandra Eckhart, the daughter of a well-known and respected professor who taught three buildings down from her own and whose university provided home sat on the next street over.
