Ellie
I’m a dirty, dirty girl.
Well, no, not really. I mean I’ve slept with all of one man now in my entire life, but what I’m doing is dirty. It’s dirty and naughty, but I love being naughty for him.
And sitting half-naked on my
professor’s desk with my legs spread while he curls his tongue around my clit would probably be consider naughty.
Liam grunts as he hungrily licks and slurps at my soaking wet pussy, burying his tongue deep inside and making me whimper as I clutch his hair. His fingers stroke my thighs, brushing across my pussy lips and even teasing around the tight little ring of my asshole, making me squeal and moan as he eats me.
I gasp as his lips fasten around my clit, his tongue darting across it and making my whole body melt.
“Play with your nipples baby,” He growls, looking up to see my hands sliding absently over my lacy bra with my blouse unbuttoned.
I bite my lip and nod obediently, unhooking the front clasp of the bra and letting it drop before I run my hands over my full soft breast.
He growls as he reaches down and pulls his cock out, and I moan as I watch him start to stroke it in his fist while he pushed his tongue deep inside of me.
“Mmm…you like my little pussy, don’t you Professor?” I say in that voice I know drives him wild.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Oh am I being obvious?”
I start to giggle, but his tongue on my clit suddenly as me gasping, tossing my hair back as my fingers pull and pinch at my nipples.
“Such a bad little girl, coming for her professor like this,” he growls, and I moan as I feel my body start to melt at his words. “Such a bad, dirty, naughty little girl,” He murmurs, his tongue sliding over my clit again and sending a shock through me.
“I’ve been bad!” I gasp out, rolling my hips against his mouth. “I should probably be punished.”
I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth, but then, I can hardly believe anything about what’s been going on the last month or so with him. All of this is so surreal, and wonderful, and perfect, so I’ve stopped trying to believe it and just let it all happen.
“Punished, hmm?” I squeal suddenly as he yanks me up and spins me sound. Before I know it, he’s got me bend over across his desk, my breath catching in my throat as I suck my lip between my teeth and feel his breath hot against my thigh.
“Bad girls need to get punished, Ms. Thompson,” he husks into my skin, and I shiver. The moan falls from my lips as I feel his hands pull me wide as he buries his tongue in my pussy from behind like that.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp crack, and I gasp at the bloom of heat spreading across my ass.
Oh my God, he’s spanking me!
The hand slaps down again, cracking deliciously against the smooth pink skin of my ass as he drives his tongue deep inside of me.
“You’re such a naughty girl, honey, sneaking into my office so I can lick this tight little bad-girl pussy.”
I cry out, my nails raking across his desk and my breath coming in gasps as his words and his tongue and his hand across my stinging ass rock me towards my climax.
His hand spanks across my ass again as his tongue curls around my clit, and I can feel the orgasm start to clench up in my toes, my eyes squeezing shut.
“Only dirty, naughty girls spread their legs on their professors desk and let him fuck their tight little pussies with his big cock.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over that edge.
“Only bad girls open their mouths and swallow every drop of their professors cum.”
His hand slaps down again, his tongue sliding deep inside. “And only very bad girls let their professors fill their hot little pussies with cum.”
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that?”
He grins.
*****
We’re pulling our clothes back on, later, after I’ve ridden his fat cock and felt him explode deep inside of me, when my phone buzzes with a text. It’s Ally: “Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks…perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”
I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me an nuzzles my neck. “Whats is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone down and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.
“Nothing, huh?”
I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him; him, this man who’s making me feel and opening up this whole new side of me. “I- I mean, do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”
“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”
I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”
He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A party?”
“It’ll be fun?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I teach here.”
“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weight out how serious I am about this. Heck, I’m trying to weigh that out.
“It’ll be fun, huh?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just… I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”
He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”
He pulls me into lap as he sinks back into his desk chair. “Show me off, huh?”
I feel my face flush. “Well, yeah, cause you’re sort of wonderful, you know.”
Liam laughs. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
“I can think of a few other sweet things I can do to this man,” I say breathily, feeling my cheeks blush at even saying something like that.
He laughs though, pulling me into him. “I’ve created a monster.”
I giggle. “Yep!”
He hold my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before he starts to nod. “Alright, fuck it; yeah.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah, lets go to the mask party.”
“Mask and toga party, actually.”
His brows shoot up. “What?”
“Can’t back out now!” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely.
Ellie~
January in coastal New England seems like possibly the last time of the year you'd want to throw a toga-themed party, but never-the-less, the festivities are in full swing by the time we get there.
The fraternity house is just off campus, and it’s pretty much exactly the place you'd imagine it to be - a little grungy, a little dirty, smelling a lot like beer, and full of people.
There’s another flash of apprehension as we move through the front door and into the crowd as people start to to turn and see us, but I force myself to relax. We’re both wearing masks, and Liam’s even wearing a white spandex sports sleeve over his tattooed arm under his toga. No one knows who we are.
"So, ready to party?" I grin as I grab Liam’s hand and drag him through the front door.
He looks bewildered and a possibly more than a little out of his element amongst the throngs of college-aged kids chugging beer and grinding to hip-hop music, but really, so am I. He squeezes my hand back and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“What, this?" He rolls his eyes dramatically and grins back at me. “I’m going to show these kids how it's done."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, peppering his cheek with kisses.
We went to a shopping center earlier a few towns over earlier to buy sheets for tonight, and someone had mistaken us for father and daughter. It wasn’t totally unbelievable considering he was more than double my eighteen years, but I was determined that tonight, no one would have any illusions as to the nature of our relationship, and they could think whatever they wanted about it.
Besides, it isn’t like it’s going to be hard keeping my hands on Liam Martin all night. I mean he’s gorgeous for one, and honestly in probably better shape than half the frat guys cavorting around the place in bedsheets. I grin to myself as we walk in, seeing him already turning heads as we move into the crowd, and I know it isn’t just that he’s by far and away the oldest guy in the room. He looks hot, and I knew that more than a few of the looks he’s getting from a lot of the girls my age there are much more about checking him out than wondering who he is and why a guy their father's age is at this party. Liam isn’t like all the other shirtless jocks high-fiving each other and crushing beer cans, with their waxed chests and cheesy tribal tattoos. No, Liam is a man, complete with hairy chest and without cliched tattoos.
As we move into the back room, looking for the keg, a girl I recognized from one of my classes but who’s never spoken to me catches my arm while Liam’s head is turned the other way.