101 EROTICA STORIES (62 page)

Just then, I pulled him off me and I lay flat on my back. He pushed inside me again and this time, we had a single steady rhythm and we moved to it again and again and again until we both exploded----hot lava creating a warm pool inside me. He moved several seconds more and again, I climaxed, even stronger this time. I soothed him as he spilled all of his cum inside me. We lay in the floor for a while. Our bodies meshed together, our arms around each other. He kissed my lips lazily and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want you to think I am asking for too much, but, will you have dinner with me tonight?” I turned to face him and smiled impishly. “Sure, buddy. Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Well, you saw through me. Please don’t say no.”

“I will, on one condition.”

“Anything. Ask me anything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Anything.”

“Will you cook for me?”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah. God knows I’ll be craving for that sandwich all week.”

“I’ll cook you a feast. Just be with me tonight.”

“Deal.”

“You’re very easy to please. I like that.”

“I like you.”

Even if the assistant to the dean didn’t tell them to stay after the test, most students in the class preferred to be rooted in their seats, their hands on their heads, some rubbing their napes, in complete exhaustion. Their professor gave them the perfect going away “gift” it would seem – a fucking shitty test – as Sarah vehemently griped.

“As you all know Professor Stanton is on maternity leave,” the Olive Oyl look-alike assistant was saying in her whiny voice, “Someone else will be taking her place for the remaining couple of months before the end of the semester.”

No one moved or made a sound. Every single brain cell of each person inside the room, save Olive Oyl’s, was probably used up so not one thing she was telling them was being processed in their worn out brains.

Edie herself just wanted to sleep. She glanced at her watch again: 11:09. OK, then. Lunch first, she reminded herself, then sleep. Her next class was at three in the afternoon, anyway.

“So, everyone,” Olive Oyl continued. “I would like you to meet Mr. Ian Roy, substituting Professor Stanton.”

Everyone’s heads turned to look to the direction that the reed thin woman was pointing at. She was surprised they could do that even, when she didn’t want to move at all. So she kept her gaze straight, looking at the board, recalling stuff that Phyllis Stanton, their Organic Chemistry professor, wrote on it.

She heard few surprised gasps from some of her female classmates – which she ignored. Then she snapped out of her reverie when Sarah, beside her, clearly said: “Holy fucking cow, he’s hot.”

Edie turned to her, “What?”

“He is fucking hot!” she repeated, a come-hither smile plastered on her face, her eyes smoldered with longing.

When she finally looked at the source of the commotion, her breath hitched at her throat. Their substitute professor was – from Sarah’s words – fucking hot.

“What’s his name?” Edie asked Sarah, unable to tear her gaze from the beautifully sculpted mouth, straight aquiline nose, the hard slash of his cheekbones, square jaw line and firm chin. His hair was dark as night and neatly styled. Even at this distance, a few rows away from the podium, she can see the intelligent glint of his sharp, green eyes.

Sarah didn’t answer either. She forced herself to look at her friend who was still ogling the man. Actually, everyone was still ogling him – especially the female population of the class. Even the men’s interest were slightly piqued with the introduction.

From what she heard, he was a graduate of this university a couple of years ago. His family owned the well-known Roy and Sanders pharmaceutical company. They were the ones who formulated a new, more effective, anti-rabies vaccine which is administered only in just one dose. They dabble in other medications too. Now, he’s running the marketing part of the company. He’s here because Phyllis Stanton is his cousin’s wife – it was a favor – blah, blah, blah…

“Sarah, what’s his name?” she asked again.

“Ian Roy.” came her friend’s sharp answer.

The curtness in Sarah’s voice made her realize what sort of ninny she was – well, the whole female population in the room was, come to think of it. She gave herself a mental shake, telling her head that Ian Roy was just another handsome teacher. There was nothing to be so nervous about him.

Then she turned to look back at Mr. Roy.

Edie berated herself. She shouldn’t have done that anymore.

Now, his gaze was unmistakably directed at her. Those green eyes were devilishly assessing her, a sensual grin forming in his mouth.

Her lips parted slightly, varied sensations pooling in her belly. She wanted to touch her breasts, all of a sudden. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her face heating up as she felt desire.

“Alright, everyone,” Olive Oyl exclaimed. “I’ll leave you with Professor Roy and he’ll explain what needs to be done for the next two months!”

That’s the time that Edie noticed the red blotches on the dean’s assistant’s cheeks. She, too, was getting disconcerted with Ian Roy so close to her. But who can blame the poor woman? This man promised steamy sex with just one stare. And he was still looking at her – or was she only imagining that?

Olive Oyl left, unhurriedly, she noticed, leaving Ian Roy with them. He smiled looking at the others now.

“Right…” he started talking. Whatever it was, this was bad. She knew that nothing registered in her head, not because of uber-difficult test, but because of him.

***

“Hey! Where you off to?” Sarah slurred; the seven shots of tequila working crazy around her brains already.

Edie herself only had two bottles of beer and a tall glass of water. “I need to return some books to the library.”

“Oh come on, White. It’s a friggin’ Friday night!” her friend complained.

Today was the books’ due date. She looked at her watch: 9:07. “I need to.” she just said by way of explanation, which got her an irritated ‘tsk’ from her.

Pete got up from his chair, still sober. “I’ll go with you-”

“No,” she told him, eyeing Sarah. “She’ll need to get home safely, though, wasted and all. You take care of her.”

He ruffled his golden hair with obvious annoyance. “But you-”

“Please, Pete. Just take her home.” she requested. “Please? We have a ten o’clock with the new Chem professor and she shouldn’t be hung over.”

It was obvious that he’d rather not, but kept quiet and nodded his assent.

The door to the library was closed, the ‘closed’ sign turned. But there was still some light inside and, anyway, it was only (she checked her watch) 9:25. Doesn’t it close at 10:00pm latest?

The custodian wasn’t there. But the door wasn’t locked. And it’s not yet 10, for heaven’s sakes. She had money to spare now, true, but overdue fees are expenses she doesn’t need to have. Maybe she was fixing up books – or whatever it is that they do.

She saw a coat on the chair at the back of the desk – that meant that the librarian was still here, right? She sat down on one of the plush sofas near the desk, unable to not think about what to do with Pete. 9:32pm. Where was she?

After five more minutes, she stood up and decided to walk around. She’ll find her somewhere. Then she heard a moan.

Slowing her pace, she peeked behind one of the tall shelves at the end of the room. Her eyes widened, her pulse picked up its beat.

There, sitting on top of the table, was the gorgeous Ian Roy. And the blonde custodian, her top and bra off, was giving him a blow job.

***

She should have left, she knew, but this is the first time she’s seen something like this – well, live. Of course she has seen some soft porn but this was different – real. And it would seem that Ian Roy had the power to just make people stare at him – whatever he was doing.

Ian Roy had a grin on his face – every now and then, his mouth would form an ‘oh’ or an ‘ooh’, a low moan escaping him. But that was probably natural since the custodian seemed pretty good at what she was doing.

Her mouth was going up and down his cock – and what a huge cock that was. It was thick and long – maybe six or seven inches. One of her hands was squeezing his balls while the other one was fondling her own breasts. Every time she would reach the bulbous, reddened head, she would seize it in suction then let it go with a pop.

Ian was looking down at her, “That’s good, Alice. Just suck me good. There…”

Edie’s mouth watered. God, if she were Alice, she wouldn’t be able to gobble him all up like her. He’s so big! And then her breasts felt heavy and her vagina was getting wet. Oh wow, it’s happening to her! Half of her wants to give them privacy while half of her is dreaming to be the woman sucking that huge cock.

Alice the custodian continued mouth fucking him. She then licked his penis from the base up to the tip. After that, she alternately put his balls inside her mouth and squeezed it. That drew a chuckle from Ian. The woman looked up at him. “Will this get me fucked in the pussy?” she asked him.

He grinned. “Get back to work, Alice. Swallow, and we’ll see.”

“Oh I do that very well.” she answered flirtingly, opening her mouth to fellate him once more. This time, she focused on the tip, gliding her tongue on the slit of his penis while her hands rubbed the shaft up and down briskly.

“You’ve got pre-cum already,” she said. “Oh you taste good! Come in my mouth.”

“Soon.” he promised.

Alice lubricated his shaft by spitting on the tip and then going down on him again. She sucked, licked, and rubbed his penis until he groaned. “There, there, I’m-”

And then spurts of milky white semen spilled from the sides of her mouth. Alice swallowed some but she took his penis out and let the rest spray on her face.

That made Edie gasp, which she immediately covered with her hand. Unfortunately, Ian Roy heard the sound and tilted his head to see.

Her wide, dark brown eyes met his narrowed green gaze. His mouth thinned into a grim line. Then he heard her tell Alice “Lick me dry.” but his stare never faltered from her. Edie was rooted on the spot. She should run to safety now but his eyes hypnotized her to stay put.

His mouth quirked into a half-smile; a wicked gleam entered the green depths of his eyes. While the other was clutching the custodian’s hair tightly, Ian raised one hand then curved his forefinger at her, motioning for her to come.