Christine Vs. Professor Page 8

  “Go get ‘em, girl,” she cheers me as I turn on my heels. I throw her one last smile and then I head out of Dos Caminos, a steely determination taking over me.

  It might be the the hardest thing I have ever done, but I’m going to do the right thing… And I’m going to do it right now.

  19

  Anders

  “Anders, can you come up to my office?” The Dean asks me, and his tone of voice leaves no room for doubts: I must go there now.

  “On my way,” I respond and then end the call, placing the cell phone

  inside my pocket as I stand up. I leave the papers I was reviewing right on top of my desk, and I don’t even bother with shutting down the computer. I get out of my office in a hurry and head straight to the Dean’s office. I don’t even bother with knocking - I just step inside.

  “Glad you could join us,” Andrew tells me. He’s the dean of the department, a man in his fifties with horn-rimmed glasses and a head full of snow white hair. He’s sitting at his desk and, right in front of him, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen - Christine.

  “Anders?” She calls my name, turning to look at me. Her eyes are red and puffy, and her makeup is slightly smeared.

  “What’s going on?” I ask Andrew, and he just points at the chair next to Christine. I sit down, and then he folds his fingers and takes a deep breath.

  “Okay, Christine, you were saying…?”I notice her hands shaking, but she then rests them on her lap. She lowers her gaze to her hands, looking away from me.

  “I want to…” She starts, but then falls silent. I can tell that she’s hurting to get the words out, but I don’t dare to stop her. She has made her decision, and I can do nothing but respect it. She takes a deep breath and then finally says it in one single breath. “I want to formally withdraw my application for the UN Consultancy Program.”

  “Wait - what?” I start, turning to her.

  “That’s right,” she tells me, returning my gaze. She then turns to the Dean, takes another breath, and steadies herself. “I’ve been in a relationship with Professor Anders, and I don’t think that I should be considered for the position at the UN. And this is all my fault and --”

  I can’t help myself - I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh. She looks at me with wide eyes, trying to figure out why the hell I’m laughing when she’s crushing her dreams because of me. Then the Dean starts to chuckle, adding to her confusion.

  “What?” She asks, looking from me to the Dean.

  “Christine,” Andrew starts in that patient tone of his, taking his reading glasses out of his face and setting them down on the table. “There’s nothing in the bylaws stopping a professor from having a relationship with a graduate student. You did nothing wrong.”

  She looks at the Dean as if he has two heads, but then she finally allows for the good news to sink in. But she’s not done yet. “Well, sir, I still want to withdraw my application. I don’t think that it’s right for me to be nominated and evaluated by Professor Anders. It’s unfair for the other applicants.”

  Smiling, I reach for her and place my hand over hers. “Christine,” I call her, and she turns to me, that look of determination in her face. She looks even more beautiful like this, never mind the make-up. “I didn’t nominate you. Dean Andrew did.” Her eyes narrow as she tries to understand the ramifications of what I just told her, and then they almost seem to shine.

  “You’re saying that--”

  “That’s right,” the Dean cuts her short, still in that patient and kindly tone of his. “Anders took himself out of the equation and let me handle it for him impartially. He didn’t want to jeopardize your dreams, I believe.”

  “That’s right,” I nod, gently giving her hand a squeeze. “You don’t need to withdraw your application, babe.”

  “In fact, I think that the applications process is now over,” the Dean agrees with me and continues. “You see, Christine, the concept of ‘moral fiber’ is one of the pillars this program stands on because the United Nations are in dire need of leaders with strong ethics. They want to train young people like you, so that when you grow up you can be a force for good in this world.” She nods attentively, but I can tell that she’s not understanding the real reason the Dean is telling her all this. He then adopts a more stately tone of voice and continues speaking. “Judging by the way you handled yourself in this particular situation, preferring to assume personal sacrifice and do what’s right instead of going down an easier path, I formally appraise you as someone of outstanding moral fiber.”

  “Me?” Christine starts, her mouth hanging slightly happen as she tries to decode the full meaning of the Dean’s words. She turns to me, trying to see if I have any answers for her, but I just grin. “Congratulations,” I say, and she looks back at the Dean with an expression of disbelief on her face.

  “Christine, the vacancy for the UN Consultancy Program is yours. Congratulations!” He finishes with an easy smile, and she almost passes out. I’m ready to move fast out of my chair and grab her when she jumps out of her seat, both arms raised in the air.

  “Thank you! Thank you so much!” She cries out happily, reaching for the Dean and shaking his hand effusively. She then turns to me and, with the happiest smile I have ever seen on her lips, slaps me on the face.

  Wait, what?

  I recoil.

  “That’s for leaving my stomach in knots for two fucking months!” she says.

  What the hell is happening?

  Pause.

  One moment.

  Another.

  She throws herself at me. I embrace her, kissing her.

  It’s a sweet kiss. But it leaves me wanting more.

  “And that’s for thinking enough about me from the very beginning,” she tells me. “I love you.”

  “This is all you. You deserve it, babe,” I whisper, my hands on her waist. Then, I smile and whisper against her ear. “What do you say we get out of here and celebrate?”

  “I say, let’s celebrate,” she whispers back at me, looking into my eyes as she nibbles her lower lip in that seductive way of his. Yeah, she’s thinking of celebrating in the same way that I am.

  20

  Christine

  We thought of getting a Uber and heading straight to his place, but, in the end, we settled for the privacy of his office. We ran straight there after we got out of the Dean’s office and, now finally alone with him, I feel my heart bursting with joy.

  With a grin on his face, Anders locks the door behind us and then turns to me.

  “I love you,” he whispers, taking his hands to my waist and pulling me in.

  “I love you too,” I tell him, finally letting him know what I feel. It’s liberating… It’s magical. It’s love.

  He leans into me and I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss. His lips part and, in an instant, we are lost in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing in circles around each other. We kiss as if this was our last day on Earth, our tongues dancing around one another while I feel that hunger for his body growing inside of me. He drives me completely insane, as you’ve probably realized by now - when he kissed me for the first time, I became his. I’m always ravenous whenever I’m around him, anxious to get my hands on his naked body and his massive cock inside my tight pussy.

  I’m so wet right now that my thong is sticking to my skin, and it’s a miracle that my juices aren’t dripping down my legs. It feels good to surrender, it feels good to accept his love and desire without the need for any more secrets.

  I stop our kiss and fall to my knees as if my legs suddenly grew weak. I need him so bad - I need to feel his hard and thick cock, and I need it fast. And, of course, by fast I mean now.

  Placing both my hands on his stomach, I let them slide down to his belt and then purse my lips. I press on his crotch with the open palm of my hand, and I chew at my lip as I feel his thickness already throbbing hard against my fingers. I’m going completely insane feeling it... I want him so so bad.<
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  I start unbuckling his belt with trembling fingers and, moving as fast as I can, I unzip his fly and push his pants down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but pull them down as well, yanking so hard I’m surprised I didn’t rip his boxers apart. His cock springs free and my heart skips a beat at the sight of his monstrous shaft - it doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it’s always surprising to see how big he really is.

  My fingers curl around his thickness and I start moving my hand up and down, my eyes glued to his cock. Now, I know you always get to see things up close… But don’t get any ideas, alright? He’s taken!

  “Go on,” he tells me, kicking off his shoes and then taking out his pants and boxers. “I want your mouth,” he continues, and then I feel both his hands running through my hair; grabbing it, he guides my mouth right to where it belongs. I part my lips obediently and the salty flavor of his shaft inundates my mouth the moment I touch him. I dart my tongue out and let it trace a long and gentle circle around his glans and I prepare mentally to have him filling my mouth.

  I take one long deep breath and let him slide in.

  * * *

  His girth rolls over my lips and fills my whole mouth, his length slowly going down inside of me. I push myself hard, wanting to devour his delicious cock, and look up at him as I do it.

  Still with my eyes on him, I start bobbing my head back and forth - I start moving slowly, but I pick up the pace as quickly as I can. I hear him breathing out sharply and I slow down just for one short second; then I start going faster than before, my skin prickling as he grabs at my hair in abandonment. He presses my head down, his length going to the back of my throat, and holds me there for a few amazing seconds.

  You know, this might be a silly thing to say, but I’m proud that I’m actually capable of fitting his whole cock inside my mouth. If you don’t think that’s an amazing feat, that’s because you don’t really understand how big a twelve-inch cock that’s as thick as a wine bottle base really is.

  I press my tongue against his cock and pull my head back, allowing his hardness to slide out gently - but I need more. Still wanting to feel his flesh on my mouth, I lick the side of his shaft, my hand working it with the same intensity that I sucked him with.

  I reach for his glans with my mouth once more, sucking on his tip as my tongue laps at it happily. I let my lips move slowly over his glans, gently caressing him and driving him crazy. Actually, I’m the one going completely crazy, the wet sound my lips make as I kiss and suck turning my thong into a total mess.

  Anders suddenly grabs a handful of my hair and guides my mouth down, desire pulsing hard in all of his length. I go down obediently, my open mouth taking him and welcoming the flavor of his cock. “Fuck, you really know how to use that mouth of yours,” he sighs, and I suck and lick as my hand keeps on stroking him, his enormous length ravaging my mouth.

  I keep licking and sucking as he looks at me straight in the eyes. I feel my skin prickling again - I don’t know why, but there’s something really intense about looking a man in the eyes while you suck him off. Never tried it? Well, if you’ve never done it, you should.

  "I fucking love you so much," he tells me with a grin, the words rolling out of his lips like the perfect compliment. I never thought that having a man tell me that he loves could be such a powerful aphrodisiac… But it is: I start to bob my head faster now, my tongue darting out to lick his pulsing cock - I want to live up to his words.

  I take his cock out of my mouth but I keep stroking him hard with both hands. He has that devilish smile of his on, and I almost shudder thinking of what he has in mind for me. He grabs my hair hard and, with no warning, he starts to thrust his hips at me, fucking my mouth with such fury that I can’t help but think that he has no control over what he’s doing.

  I close my eyes, losing myself in all of it, but then he slows down and stops. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and then brushes his fingers against my chin. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes tells me everything that I need to know - he’s going to devour me, and he isn’t stopping until I’m totally spent.

  * * *

  Grabbing my hand, he lifts me up and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me in his arms toward his desk. With my arms around his neck, I finally realize something: I found the man of my dreams and, swear to God, I’ll never let go of him.

  “What are you going to do now?” I ask him with a teasing tone, but he simply smirks at me and sits me down on his desk. He then whispers into my ear.

  “What am I going to do? I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless, that’s what I’m going to do.” Oh, God, let’s get right to it. I can’t wait for him to bend me over and start pounding into me with that thick mast of his.

  He grabs the hem of my blouse and pulls it out my raised arms, his mouth immediately going for my breasts. He pulls one nipple out of my bra and starts sucking on it eagerly, all while his hands go to my back and open the clasp there.

  He sure doesn’t want to lose any time - he takes off my bra and his fingers to my skirt. He makes me lift my ass and pulls it down my legs, pressing the open palm of his hand over my wet pussy immediately after. I squirm, rubbing myself against him as desire pulses wildly inside my head.

  I flick my thong to the side and, grabbing his hand, I press it hard against me as a moan escapes my lips. I sigh hard as he brushes his finger up and down my inner lips, threatening to slide a finger in at any moment now. Then, in a flash, he actually does it - he goes for it with one finger, making it go deep and upwards in a hooking motion.

  “Oh God…” I moan, my voice quivering.I feel my body shaking as he slides one more finger inside me, his thumb rubbing against my clitoris. I’m burning.

  He takes his time, allowing for his fingers to go in and out with deliberate patience, stretching me and getting me ready for his cock. The rhythm changes quickly enough, though, as he starts moving his wrist so fast his fingers become a blur.

  With his free hand he grabs at my breasts, squeezing them and taking his time with my hard nipples. My eyes are closed, but I part my lips for his kiss as I feel him leaning into me, our mouths locking in perfectly.

  I’m thrusting my hips at him, pushing my pussy against his fingers and willing them to go even deeper. I thrust and sway my thighs until the slow burn of pleasure starts to eat my muscles from the inside out and making me moan louder.

  “Oh… My… God!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, doing my best not to scream as my whole body trembles and shakes, succumbing to one mighty orgasm. I’m still shaking as he leans into me and nibbles at my earlobe.

  “We’re just getting started, babe,” he says, “can you handle it?” I nod furiously and I notice a glint in his eyes. “Can you handle this… for the rest of your life?”

  “Yes! Yes!” I cry out, grinning like a mad woman. Did you hear what he just said? For the rest of my life! I nod again, still swaying my hips and feeling my body begging for more of his perfect touch.

  Grinning at me, he grabs my thong and pushes it down my legs in a hurry, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He grabs my knees and forces my legs apart before kneeling on the floor; with both hands on my ass, he pulls me to the edge of the desk as he places his head between my thighs.

  Oh, yes, please. You wouldn’t believe how insanely good he is with his mouth.

  I close my eyes in anticipation and, the moment I feel his lips on me, I find myself swaying my hips all over again as a response to his hungry kisses. He nibbles gently at my clit, sucking and licking on it with clockwork precision. Each time his tongue brushes against it I feel sparks under my skin.

  Yeah, he’s this good.

  With his mouth open wide he sucks on my inner folds, only stopping to let his tongue lick me up me and down with maddening slowness. I tangle my fingers on his hair, holding his head in place - no way I’m letting him get out from between my thighs before his mouth makes me come again.


  He replies to my hold on him by doubling his efforts, sucking viciously as my mind goes completely blank. He’s wild and fierce, eating me out as if he only has minutes to live. His dedication shows, as I’m already on the verge of tears. Yeah, I’m close to crying - my body is buzzing with such intensity I just want to cry in pleasure.

  Pressing his free hand over my belly, he forces me to stop my swaying. I feel one of his fingers going inside of me and I pant, suddenly becoming desperate for his cock. He slides two more fingers in, fingering me hard as he sucks on my clit.

  I feel an orgasm looming in the horizon and I -- oh Jesus! I can't even think straight right now. I moan as my body erupts in delight out of the blue, his tongue ripping an orgasm out of me so fast I become dizzy and have to grab his shoulders for support.

  “Now we’re warming up,” he whispers against my ear, standing up.

  “Fuck me… I need you to fuck me,” I say as I open my eyes and look into his. “I need to feel your cock in me… Right now.”

  “So bossy…” He grins at me teasingly and then pulls me into him; I cross my legs behind his back and lock him in place, his cock one inch away from my pussy. I nudge myself forward just an inch and I almost moan as I feel his tip brushing against my labia.

  Just get it in me, I actually feel like saying, but I resist the urge to do it. Instead, I place my hands on his chest and tug on his shirt, forcing all the buttons to pop out. With frantic movements, I push the shirt down his arms, and then tell him what I want him to do once more: “fuck me already, Professor.”

  That’s exactly what he does: one quick thrust and his cock parts my inner folds and nestles itself deep into me. I rest my forehead against his shoulder, savoring how it feels to have him inside of me.

  When he starts to rock his body back and forth, I’m moaning so hard it’s almost silly. Only when I remember where I am - his office, for God’s sake! - do I make an effort to quiet down. Even though there doesn’t seem to be a problem with me being Anders, I still don’t think the Dean wouldn’t approve of us fucking loudly in the department’s premises.