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  Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to be consumed by it.

  He offers me his hand then, and I grab, allowing him to pull me up to my feet. I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With the Devil’s smile on his lips, he takes one step forward and places his fingers on my waist. He starts to guide me across his living room until the back of his knees meet the edge of his leather couch. Only then does he let go of me: he goes around the couch and sits down, his smile inviting me in. “Come on,” he tells me, “I want to see what you can do.” Anxiety clawing its way up my throat, I climb on top of him but, instead of allowing me to guide his cock inside of me here and now, he decides he still wants more.

  He pushes me to the side and, moving as fast as a wild predator, he lays me down and climbs on top of me. He grins, looking into my eyes as my heart becomes so tight inside my chest it might just stop; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.

  “First, I’m going to show you what a real man can do,” he tells me, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, I can’t wait for him to show me what a real man can do.

  Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.

  Oh, I want this bad. No, I need this. Laying down on the couch, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell, that sounds just right.

  I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.

  With the gentleness of a man that knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my pussy in a downwards line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.

  This is good. No, this is very, very good. More, please!

  I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. The man is made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. With my petite frame, I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone could match him. He’s simply one step above all other mortals.

  The insanity of lust raging inside my head, I take my other hand to his head and hook all of my fingers on his hair like briar thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my lips as I feel his mouth on me - if I told you it feels amazing, I’d be lying. It feels fucking amazing!.

  He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.

  Relentless, Anders eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. It’s hard to believe that the strict lecturer I’ve been studying under is actually a sex god. Eat your heart out, Ashley, I now have a sex god of my own!

  I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.

  “Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.

  I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

  It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.

  After this, I know how I’ll end up: sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not - I’ve been dying to have a man making me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Anders’s going to be free from being sore tomorrow either.

  While my mind tries to deal with these whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Anders pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.

  I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time - he wants me now…

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his eyes finding mine once again, an uncontrollable hunger flickering there. “You’re mine now, Christine,” he tells me, and I almost come just by hearting his words..

  “I’m yours, sir,” I manage to say between hard breaths, “only yours.”

  “Good girl,” he says, an all-consuming fire burning on his eyes. Grinning, he grabs my hands as he lays down on the couch, pushing me into him. I climb on top of his body, eager to feel him inside of me.

  I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his glans resting on top of my pussy. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. His lips curl into a grin and, before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.

  I’m screaming... Oh, I’m screaming really loud now. It’s impossible not to - after making an effort to keep quiet when I was on his office, I have to appreciate the fact that now I can scream my lungs out - which is exactly what I do. As he rams his cock inside me, I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.

  I remains still for God knows how long, my body still trying to adjust to the enormous cock inside my pussy. I lift my ass slightly up and moan, his thickness completely devastating me, then I ease myself down, making him go deep once more. Before I know it, I’m riding him in a pendulum motion, his cock sliding in and out at a careful and gentle pace.

  I start going faster, not even knowing if I can take it. But I don’t care… I just don’t. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of.

  With both his hands grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine fast, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even tell what’s right and what’s left.

  I had no idea that sex could be this good.

  I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Anders doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so fucking pleasant it should be illegal.

  I can already tell that Anders is like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked. And I’ve had more than just one taste… Yeah, you can say it: I’m more than hooked. I’m an addict.

  He smacks my ass hard, grabbing my cheeks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming. I have no other option but to surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure.

  “OH GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure surreal pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t se
e or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Anders’s cock has unleashed inside of me.

  I feel him tense up then but, acting by instinct, I tighten my pussy around his cock like a vice.

  “More,” I mutter. I still want more from him. I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. I roll to the side, my back against the couch.

  “More? If you think you can take it,” he tells me with a grin. He gets up from the couch and picks my limp body from the couch with his strong arms. He takes me down the corridor and carries me straight to his bedroom, fully knowing how he wants to finish this sex marathon.

  Still holding me, he turns the knob and steps inside. In three steps he approaches the bed, throwing me on top of the mattress harshly. I lay stomach down, almost no strength left in my body, as he climbs on top of me.

  Before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy run through me, and I use it to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.

  Let’s see what you can do, Professor Anders..

  He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick glans pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his cock in me to the hilt.

  This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless - which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Fucktoy, he called me, and that’s exactly how he’s fucking: as if I’m his toy, as if I only exist to please him.

  I love it

  “Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, please!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.

  And that moment is coming really soon.

  Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.

  “Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself - either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.

  He pistons into me mercilessly, both our bodies tensing up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. Maybe this is what it means to “cum your brains out”.

  At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hand squeezes hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back. I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much - I never even knew it was possible to cum this much, honestly.

  I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. He lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.

  “So,” I start, still moving my fingers over his bare chest, “how did your fucktoy do?”

  He turns to me, an easy smile on his lips.

  “A+.”

  15

  Anders

  "Double scotch rocks neat, please," I ask the bartender. The drink is already in my hand before I have a minute to think about whether I should ask for a triple.

  Yeah, it's gotten to that point. I'm thinking about getting a triple helping of scotch to take an edge off that won't seem to go away.

  I know this is ridiculous.

  Christine is probably the most qualified candidate for the Consultancy program. Hands down. There's no way you can deny that - she's got the brains, the talent, the natural understanding of how to get people to work together and the determination to see something through.

  It's not her fault that she has the hottest ass I've ever seen on a woman.

  I mean that thing is the modern definition of the word juicy. It's perky and ripe just the way you want it. The scotch is working it's way through my body and my cock is thinking of those ass cheeks. I have an urge to just go over and squeeze both ass cheeks as I push my cock in between them.

  Let's not even talk about what I want to do right now to those slender legs and flat, taut tummy. To those delicious fucking tits and that cute as a button face.

  "You look like you want to ravish me," Christine says, and I realize that she's actually a lot closer than I had expected. In fact, she's now standing right in front of me.

  "What makes you say that?" I ask her, a bit ruffled but trying to comport myself with dignity.

  Christine takes a step closer and moves her face towards mine. I look around, wondering if we've attracted the notice of anyone. But no one seems to care.

  "Because you were staring at me like a ravenous wolf is why," Christine whispers and I wonder if anyone heard that comment. But she gets up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth closer to my ear. "And your monster cock. It's very, very hard. And pointing straight out at me."

  I look down as discreetly as I can.

  She's right.

  I'm sporting an erection the size and shape that would attract the attention of any one of the old and fussy types at this party.

  "You got a Consultancy Program in your pockets or are you just happy to see me?" Christine says, her eyes twinkling. I can tell she's enjoying teasing the fuck out of me.

  "Just be careful, young lady," I say with quiet gravitas. "Just because we're in public right now doesn't mean that in private I won't punish you for your sass."

  Christine's eyes go wide and she takes a sip of her wine.

  I watch as she lifts the glass to her lips and parts her mouth. I can just imagine that's my cock going into her mouth.

  What? It's not that hard. My cock has the girth of a wine bottle - the fat bottom end. I watch as her tongue swirls in the glass, just the way it would swirl around the head of my cock. It would travel along my shaft.

  As the liquid travels down Christine's throat, my eyes watch every twitch of her beautiful body.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  It's no wonder I have a raging hard on for this woman - I couldn't care less right now if she was my student or my stepdaughter. I just want to get her into a room and fuck the living daylights out of her.

  "You're thinking of punishing me and then fucking me, aren't you?" Christine asks me, her eyes twinkling with mischievous lust. "You're thinking you want to bend me over your knee, hike up my skirt and run your hands over my ass cheeks, aren't you?"

  God, her body is so fucking luscious. So supple. So ripe.

  "I'm going to show you want I want in a little bit," I tell her.

  "I want you to rip off my thong and spank me, Professor," Christine says and my blood begins to boil with desire.

  One look at Christine tells me that she's not teasing me anymore. Whatever lust she was able to hide by pretending it was just a tease is now gone. In it's place is now simple, unadorned, desire. Lascivious want.

  I stare back at her. I think it's safe to say that this party has run it's course.

  "Let's get out of here," I tell Christine, taking a step towards her.

  "But we just got here maybe ten minutes ago," she says to me. "I still need to talk to some of the other professors. And you need to talk to the Dean. Plus isn't he going to announce..."

  I don't let her finish. I grab her hand and lean in close to her.


  "I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you so hard that you moan," I hiss in her ear. "But I want you to moan and scream so loud that only the fucking birds will hear you."

  There's a moment where Christine freezes. She doesn't stiffen or anything. But she looks at me.

  "You're right, this party is lame," she says. "Let's get the hell out of here."

  Finally.

  She's seeing some reason.

  "Ladies and gentlemen," the Dean of the Political Science Department says to the room. The general hubbub and talking dies down.

  "Thank you all for coming to tonight's reception, and it really is meant to be just a simple reception - I know we all have other plans after this."

  That's right. I have other plans. I'm going to take the most gorgeous girl in my class and I'm going to stick my cock as far into her as I can get it.

  And then I'm going to pull out and put it back in repeatedly, stimulating all her nerve clusters and making her body twitch with pleasure.

  I'm going to make her cum and then I'm going to pull my long, fat cock out and cum all over her. I'm going to spray my semen all over her body and claim her as my property.

  "But it's only fitting that as the Political Science head here at NYU, we recognize those of our fellow scholars who have been nominated by their peers for the prestigious United Nations Consultancy Program," the Dean says. He doesn't know it, but he's trying to kill my night.

  "Any tenured professor is able to nominate as many or as few students as he or she chooses and the only criteria for this award is that the candidate demonstrates the sufficient moral fiber and character required for the next generation of leaders to change the world for a better place."

  Maybe if I'm lucky I can get Christine out the door.

  "There are ten names that have been submitted," the Dean says and I grab Christine and start to walk.

  I need to get her the hell out.

  But the Dean's already reading names. He's gotten three down. People are applauding each one.