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Damnit.
I’m hard as fucking stone, I’m getting nothing done, and I can’t ignore it anymore.
Fuck it. It’s dark, it’s late, and no one is ever here besides me anyways at this hour.
I have exactly one more voice of reason trickle into my ear, but I bury it as I quickly start to yank my belt off and unzip my jeans. I groan as I pull my cock out and start to stroke it, closing my eyes and thinking of her.
My head drops back as I imagine little Ellie Thompson on her knees, her hand around my cock. I growl as I pump my fist up and down, imaging her soft wet, innocent lips wrapping around my dick. I think of her big, pillowy tits wrapping around my shaft, her hands holding them together as she slowly and softly pumps them up and down, until I blast rope after rope of sticky cum across her breasts.
I stoke faster, imagining bending her over my desk and pulling those little daisy duke shorts down to her knees.
Please fuck me, Professor Martin, she’d beg, looking over her shoulder at me. I can feel my cock swelling up, my blood roaring in my ear as I imagine sheathing every fat inch of my cock in her barely legal, totally off-limits pussy.
And that’s what does it, as I feel my balls twitch as the orgasm roars through me. The thought of blowing my cum deep inside her fertile young body - bare and totally unprotected - has me groaning her name out loud in the empty office as my cum blasts across a student’s paper on top of my desk.
There’s a flash of something in the corner of my eye, and I’m jerking my head around to just miss whatever it was. My eyes narrow, and I can feel the cold shiver hit me as I realize my fucking office door is cracked open.
You fucking Goddamn idiot, I hiss to myself as I jump out of my chair, tucking my cock back into my pants as I yank the door open and look down the dark hallway.
There’s nothing there, and slowly, I can feel my pulse start to slow from the manic pace of seconds before.
But that was close; too close. That was treading a line that’d get me kicked out of this cushy college job faster than you can say “better go write another best-seller.”
Been a lot of that today, hasn’t there.
I need to watch myself. First I’m hitting on a student and blatantly staring at her big, juicy tits, and now I’m almost getting busted jerking off in my fucking office. Yeah, I need to get my shit in line.
I’m shaking my head as I head back to my desk, and I’m starting to groan about the big load of cum I just dropped on some poor little shit’s paper, before my eyes freeze at the name on the top.
Jesus, I just came on Ellie’s report.
Its a filthy, cock-twitchingly dirty thought, and I groan before I shake my head. No, I need to get these taboo, off-limits thoughts of Ellie Thompson right out of my head.
Except I’m still thinking them when when I lock up later and leave. I’m still thinking of fucking that sweet young body and watching those tits bounce high on her chest. I’m still thinking of tasting that tight pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside as she whimpers for more. I’m groaning as I slam the door to my house off campus shut behind me and whip my cock back out, dreaming about absolutely covering her big perfect tits my cum.
And when I imagine buying my cock inside that barely legal cunt and pumping her full of my seed, I growl as my cum goes flying across the room.
Chapter 7
Ellie
I’m buzzing as I leave the english department building. I can feel my whole face blushing, and my entire body throbbing and tensing like I’ve been hit with some sort of electric spark as I make a bee-line right to my dorm.
Because what I just saw has me soaking through my panties.
“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open….I work late.”
If I were any other girl - maybe a more experienced one, I’d say ‘talking’ wasn’t why I went to Liam Martin’s office so late, after the rest of the building was mostly dark and empty. But this is m
e we’re talking about, and truth be told, I don’t know why I went. To be near him and feel that illicit, electric glow I got whenever I was around him? To maybe feel that same rush I’d felt when he’d bumped into me out of class and talked to me and looked at me like I was this girl he had to have instead of just one of this students?
I fumble in my pocket for the keycard to my dorm, still feeling that powerful thrill thundering through me, making my nipples hard as points under my t-shirt and making my little pussy wet, soaking the cotton of my panties as I squeeze my legs together.
He said my name,
I walked down the dark hallway of the english building slowly, trying to even make sense of why I was there, and what I was possibly going say to him once I got to his office. What, that I was struggling in class? I was acing his class, along with every other class.
It was the grunting noise that stopped me cold in the hallway, a few feet before I’d gotten to his door. I might be young, and naive, and inexperienced, but I’m not that sheltered. I know the sound of well, that, when I hear it.
