The Professor: An Awakening

The Professor: An Awakening

The clock on the wall ticked past 9 p. m., its steady rhythm a faint counterpoint to the rustle of papers under his hands. Professor Jason Calderston sat in his third-floor office in the Psychology building. Even the grad students had gone home for the night and his office was a cocoon of quiet, the campus beyond the tall windows hushed under a blanket of October night. Dim street lights cast long shadows across the quad below, while inside, a single floor lamp bathed the room in a warm amber glow.

Jason sat at his desk, surrounded by the detritus of a long day--graded essays, a half-finished manuscript, a stone-cold mug of black coffee abandoned hours ago. His shoulder-length hair, a mix of dark brown and silver, framed his face. The coarse, short beard framing his rugged face (more salt than pepper these days, damn it) caught the light as he leaned back in his worn leather chair. At 48, his six-foot-and-a-fraction frame still carried the hard, corded muscle of his powerlifting and Crossfit pursuits, with a slight softening at his middle from too many late nights working and a fondness for whisky. Fatigue tugged at him --he'd been up since 5 a. m., and the ache in his shoulders was a quiet nag.

He scrawled a final comment on a student's paper, then reached into the bottom drawer of his desk. A bottle of Crown Royal whisky sloshed as he pulled it free, his secret companion for nights like this.

A widower for three years, the whisky had been Jason's companion of choice as he processed his grief. And then, just last week at an academic conference, he'd found a post-doc from a southern university flirting with him... and to his great surprise found himself responding to her. One thing led to another and he'd wound up going back to her room for some vanilla but very satisfying sex. It was unexpected but not unwelcome. He had no idea what switch had flipped inside of him, but he was suddenly noticing women again. After years of being banked, the embers of his desire had flared into flame. They smoldered now beneath his steady, taciturn exterior.

Jason poured a generous measure of the whisky into a tumbler, the amber liquid catching the lamplight as he lifted it to his lips. The first sip burned smooth and warm down his throat, a quiet reward as he savored the stillness.

That was when the knock came--soft but deliberate--against the open door of his office.

Lena stood framed in the threshold, her five-foot-five silhouette backlit by distant hallway fluorescents. Platinum hair shimmered around her heart-shaped face, cut into a sharp and sleek bob just above her shoulders, with a slight inward curve at the ends framing her neck. Wide, almond-shaped blue eyes locked onto him, icy and piercing yet brimming with unspoken depth, while her full, rosy lips curved into a smile that was equal parts invitation and challenge.

She carried herself with the confidence of a woman who knew her power. A loose coat hung open just enough to offer a glimpse of her lush body and the outfit beneath: a fitted top that clung to her bosom and a fitted miniskirt in broad black-and-white houndstooth that hugged her hips. Shapely, tanned legs disappeared into shiny knee-high boots. Jason scanned the outfit as 'classy, but sexy as hell'.

Lena was no stranger to Jason's world. A mature student in one of his larger classes, she balanced her part-time degree studies with a high-stakes day job as a public relations manager for firms owned by wealthy sheiks from Dubai. This semester, she'd sat in his classes once a week, her expressive eyes fixed on him from the back row of a big lecture hall. She'd been drawn to his iconoclastic approach to teaching, gruffly straightforward among academics that relished complex words to prove their education. His physical presence was an undeniable draw as well - somehow, he made her feel safe just hearing his voice.

Since the second week, thoughts of Jason consumed her nights. Her slender fingers and innumerable toys had given her countless orgasms as she imagined his strong hands, his gravelly voice, his vivid blue gaze unraveling her. The crush had grown into an obsession, and tonight, she'd resolved to act. She'd chosen some sexy clothes, something daring yet plausible for a late-night "study session," draped the coat over it to mask her intent, and made her way to his office, heart pounding with weeks of pent-up longing.

"Professor," she said, arms crossed casually to push her chest forward just so. "Still slaving away over papers? Or is that whisky a sign you're finally ready to unwind?" Her eyes flicked to the glass in his hand, then back to his face, a playful glint dancing in them as she waited for his response.

Jason's gaze lifted from the papers, his eyebrows raised at the vision in his doorway. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking faintly under his weight. His graying beard creased as a wide smile emerged.

"Oh! Yeah, I'm done for the day," he said. His fingers curled around the whisky glass, the amber liquid glinting as he raised it slightly. "Although, theoretically, I'm not supposed to have this here." He paused, his smile deepening with a flicker of mischief. "You won't fink on me to the administration, will you?" He tilted the glass in a silent toast to his unexpected guest, his gray-blue eyes meeting hers over the rim, steady and inviting. The weariness from his long day lingered in his broad shoulders, but a spark of interest was clear.

Lena grinned as she uncrossed her arms and stepped further into the office, her long coat swaying open to reveal more of her tight curves and stylish, sexy outfit. She sauntered toward his desk and rolled her hips with deliberate ease, then stopped just close enough to let her presence fill the space between them. Her wide eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on the edge of his desk, her delicate fingers brushing the corner of a graded paper. "Fink on you?" she asked, "Not a chance, Professor. I'm good at keeping secrets--especially the fun ones." She straightened, tossing her platinum locks with a flick of her head, as she fixed him with a lingering stare. Her other hand toyed with the collar of her coat, nudging it wider to hint at the plunging neckline beneath, daring him to notice.

Jason's eyes widened and he regarded her steadily, his stare intent and curious. He appeared to make a concerted effort to look Lena in the face rather than letting his eyes wander to... richer pastures. "Thanks. I appreciate your discretion, Ms...." he trailed off, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty as he searched for her name.

"Matthews," she supplied smoothly, her voice low and rich. "Lena Matthews. And you're welcome--discretion is one of my special skills. " Her fingers trailed off the desk, brushing the air near his whisky as she straightened again, her coat slipping open further still and giving him a good look at an expanse of shapely thigh between skirt-hem and boot-top..

The whisky and the attention of this gorgeous woman added up - Jason's cheeks flushed slightly. "A pleasure, Ms. Matthews. I'm sorry, but do I know you? You look familiar to me, but I can't quite place it. Do you work here at the university? Do I know you from the gym?" Jason didn't quite squirm but his posture held an edge of uneasy tension. The sudden appearance of this flirty vixen in his office had him off balance--a contrast to his usual easy confidence and friendly demeanor.

Lena noticed the faint flush creeping up Jason's cheeks. Her eyes danced with delight as she took in his uneasy tension, savoring the crack in his usual armor. She slid her coat off one shoulder with a casual shrug, letting it hang loose as she stepped around the side of his desk, further encroaching on his space.

"No gym, Professor," she said, her voice a soft tease, laced with a hint of mock disappointment. "And I don't work here--yet. I'm in your Tuesday lecture, the big one. Back row, usually in black." She paused, lips curling into another deliberate smile as she leaned forward, resting her hands on her thighs, her pert breasts pressing against her top. "Guess I've been easy to miss--until now." Her gaze lingered, bold and unapologetic, as she let the words hang between them.

Realization dawned on Jason's face and he broke into a wide, unselfconscious smile. "Oh! Yeah--in the old Biology theater. My apologies, I recognize you now! You normally wear glasses, don't you? And type your notes on a MacBook?" Jason stood, gesturing offhandedly with the tumbler of whisky in his hand. "Well, welcome to my office, Ms. Matthews. I don't normally hold student hours at this time, but you've caught me-- how may I help you?"

She straightened fully and let her coat slip off entirely, tossing it over the arm of the scuffed couch in the corner. She turned back to him, hair swaying as she stepped closer, her scent--something warm and spicy--drifting into the space between them. "Glasses, yes, sometimes," she admitted, her voice dipping into a playful lilt. "And the MacBook--guilty. Full marks, Professor."

She crossed her arms under her chest, subtly lifting her breasts against the fitted top, and let her gaze linger on him, bold and unflinching. "I don't need office hours," she said, her tone softening into something richer, more deliberate. "I just figured it was time we met properly. I've been... thinking about you a lot lately."

Up until this moment, Lena's moves and words had seemed smooth, almost rehearsed. A performance. This statement resonated differently to Jason's ears, containing a vulnerability and a longing that he abruptly recognized. A wave of realization crested across Jason's features.

His brief look of delight was quickly chased by one of disappointment across his broad-featured face, "Ah. Well, I really appreciate your attention, Ms. Matthews. I do. But the university has some pretty strict policies about student-professor... interactions. Especially when the student is in that professor's class. I imagine that the policies are more or less intended to prevent less scrupulous members of the academy from... taking advantage of naive young women."

Jason's blush deepened a bit, "Which you are NOT. I mean, a naive young woman. I mean, you're not naive. Or young. Which isn't to say you're old. Ah, goddammit. Not what I meant to say." With a visible effort of will, Jason stopped talking and took a long, slow swallow of whisky from his glass, hiding for a moment behind the tumbler as he gathered his thoughts.

Lena watched the cascade of emotions as they rippled across Jason's face--delight, disappointment, then flustered explanation. A sense of relief was chased by soft laugher that bubbled up as his words tripped over themselves. She shifted her stance, planting one hand on her hip, the motion accentuating the swell of her hip beneath the tight skirt. She stepped closer still, her tanned legs brushing the edge of his desk as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Relax, Professor," she said with a teasing smile. "I'm not naive, and I'm not offended. I'm flattered you noticed I'm not some wide-eyed undergrad."

"I know the rules," she continued, "But I'm not here for grades or favors. I'm a big girl--thirty-two, actually--and I've been around enough to know what I want. And right now, I want to know if you're as interesting outside your classroom as you are in it."

She said the words with confidence and a sultry tone, but that vulnerability skittered around the edges - he sensed a crashing NEED for him to accept her advances after so much buildup.

"Well, hell," said Jason. He set his whisky on the desk and grabbed a post-it note. He scribbled on it--'transfer student Lena Matthews into Sec03 for PSYC208 lecture course, effective Oct 27.'

"There," he said. "You'll have to endure Professor Calligan as your lecturer for the rest of the term - be careful, he spits when he talks. But, as of right now, you're no longer my student. Which means I can offer you a whisky--if you're interested in that."

Lena' expression melted into a delighted grin. She hooked one hip over the edge of the desk, her skirt riding up dangerously high as she watched him scribble the note, strands of hair falling across her nose as she tilted her head to watch him.

The faint scratch of the pen against paper was the only sound for a moment, and when he finished, she offered a soft, appreciative laugh. "Professor Calligan, huh?" she said, her voice rich with mock dismay as she straightened. "He's a bore, but I'll survive--if it means I get this instead." She glanced at the whisky glass, then back to Jason's face, lingering on the flush still coloring his cheeks. "So yeah. I'm very interested," she purred, her tone dipping low and warm.

Jason pulled another tumbler from his desk drawer and poured her a generous slug into it, then offered it to his guest. His gaze lingered for long moments on the generous expanse of thigh she was showing him, then his eye-line flickered back up to her face.

"To interesting solutions," she toasted, her smile sly as she took a bold swallow, draining the whisky at one go.

Jason's eyes widened as he took a more modest drink. He gestured at the worn couch in the corner. "Can I offer you a seat then, Ms. Matth... Lena?"

Lena felt the whisky's heat sliding down her throat as she watched him gesture toward the couch. Her expressive eyes followed his motion, a playful glint dancing in them as she set her emptied tumbler on the desk, sauntering toward the corner with a sway of her hips that highlighted her curvy posterior beneath her skirt. "I'd love one," she said, her voice a soft tease as she turned to face him, pausing just before the couch. "And it's Lena--definitely Lena now." She lowered herself onto the worn brown cushions, crossing one lean leg over the other, her tight top clinging to her bosom as she leaned back slightly. She offered an inviting smile, and patted the space beside her. "Plenty of room here, if you're not too attached to that chair."

Jason, having regained his composure somewhat, followed Lena to the couch and took a seat. He sat with his back against one of the arms, turning to face her and settling comfortably down with his left leg angled up onto the couch and his left arm along the couch's back. He gestured vaguely toward her with the tumbler in his right hand. "Well, you've got my full attention, Lena. What do you want to know about me? I don't know if I can live up to your expectations of being interesting, but I'll do my best."

Lena angled her body toward him, uncrossing her legs and tucking one beneath her as she sank deeper into the cushions, closing some of the space between them. Her eyes traced the casual sweep of his gesture, a spark of curiosity flickering in their depths as she leaned forward just enough to let her presence press closer. "Oh, I think you're doing fine already," she said, her voice low and rich with a teasing edge. She toyed with the hem of her top, unconsciously tugging it as she met his gaze. "Let's start simple--tell me something you don't put in your lectures. Something real. Maybe what keeps a man like you up here late with a bottle of Crown instead of... I don't know, out there living it up."

Jason gathered his thoughts for a moment and took a thoughtful sip of his whisky. He decided to reward her vulnerability with some of his own. "The short version is that I'm a widower. I met the love of my life in high school, we were happily married for twenty years. A little over three years ago, she was in a traffic accident. A big 18-wheeler lost control and just smashed into her car. It was all over in an instant," Jason said. He paused and took another sip. His voice and attitude weren't those of someone who was sad or looking for sympathy. He was just stating facts with blunt pragmatism. Almost, but not quite, a challenge to see how she reacted.

"Since then, I've been just burying myself in work, going to the gym, and probably a little more of this whisky than is good for me. Oddly enough, I recently had a bit of a shift and I find myself interested in 'living it up', as you call it. So maybe the fates were at work on your behalf. I'm in a reasonably good place now, I think. But that's how I got here." Jason looked at Lena appraisingly.

Lena just listened as Jason spoke. She didn't flinch at the weight of his words, lips parting slightly as he laid out the raw facts of his past. Her expression softened, not with pity, but with a quiet respect that flickered beneath her usual boldness.

She leaned in, resting one elbow on her knee. "Wow. I guess I asked for real," she said, her voice low and steady, matching his matter-of-fact delivery. "And you delivered. I can't imagine what it's been like for you." Silence hung for a beat, her gaze warm and unflinching. "I'm glad you're in a good place now, though. Takes guts to climb out of that and still sit here looking like you do." He gave him a long, appreciative full-body look, before locking back onto his face, a spark of warmth mingling with her curiosity. She straightened a bit, fingers dancing on the couch near his arm, close but not quite touching. "Your turn--what do you want to know about me?"

Jason leaned forward, putting his left hand atop hers on the back of the couch and stilling the dance. "I want to know what you're looking for. It might have taken me a minute to figure things out. My only excuse is that it's been a long while since I've done any meaningful flirting. But I get it. I'm flattered. I'm delighted to have the attention of a beautiful woman who decided to accost me in my office at 9 p. m. on a Thursday. So tell me. What are you looking for, Lena?"

Lena felt the warmth of Jason's hand settle over hers on the couch back, a shiver of anticipation rippling through her at the contact. She turned her hand beneath his, letting her palm press against his, curling fingers to brush the underside of his wrist. She could feel his pulse racing beneath her touch.

She shifted still closer, curvy frame sinking into the cushions as she leaned in, hair swaying with the motion. "I'm looking for you," she said, her voice low and husky. "Not some abstract idea of you--the real deal. The guy who's blunt about his past, who hides whisky in his desk, who's got that quiet strength I've been staring at for weeks in that class."

Her free hand lifted, hovering near his chest before settling lightly on the end of the couch's arm and surrounding him. Her gaze simmered with intent. "I've spent too many nights imagining what it'd be like to get past your lecture slides and into something... messier. So here I am--9 p. m., Thursday, coat off, no more excuses." She paused, her smile turning sly as she squeezed his hand gently. "That clear enough for you, Jason?"

"Yeah. That'll do," said Jason. He dropped the now-empty whisky glass. It bumped against the couch and then onto the carpeted floor. His right hand curved around the back of her neck, and he pulled her toward him. His mouth met hers and he held the first moment of the kiss for several beats, savoring the tension in the air and the sudden imminence of intimacy.

Lena's breath caught as the glass thudded softly onto the carpet. She felt his right hand slide around the back of her neck, the short hairs under the platinum bob prickled under his touch, and a jolt of electric anticipation surged through her as he drew her in. Her lips parted to meet his, yielding to the press of his mouth as he held their kiss. She leaned into him, drawing more of them into contact, her lean legs parting and skirt rising scandalously high as she moved. Her left hand lifted, fingers grazing the beard along his jaw before settling lightly on his cheek, her touch warm and eager. A soft hum escaped her, vibrating against him, as she savored the slow burn of that initial intimacy, her body alive with the promise of more.

Jason shifted his hips on the couch and pulled Lena to straddle him atop the worn brown cushions. One hand continued to caress the back of her neck while the other stayed on her hip as they began to make out like teenagers in their parents' basement.

Lena sensed Jason's shift, and before he could fully guide her, she took the lead. She swung one shapely leg over his hips, straddling him atop the worn brown cushions with a bold, fluid motion that snugged her hips against his and let him feel the heat radiating from her body. Her lips crashed back onto his, claiming another kiss with a fierce, urgency, her tongue darting out to tease his. Her hands didn't wait--she slid one up the back of his neck, fingers digging into the dark brown-and-silver hair as she gripped him, while the other roamed down his chest, pressing firmly against the muscle beneath his shirt. She pushed her hips forward, her rounded buttocks flexing as she straddled. She broke the kiss just long enough to nip at his lower lip. She wasn't asking--she was taking, her body demanding every inch of the intimacy she'd craved for weeks.

Jason's left hand slid up from Lena's hip to cup her breast, gently cradling the weight of it through her low-cut top. He met her nip at his lip with equal, growing ferocity as he kissed her. His tongue found hers again and the smoky burn of the whisky flavored their kisses.

Lena arched into Jason's touch as his left hand slid up from her hip, a sharp thrill racing through her when his fingers cupped the heavy weight of her breast through her top. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp breaking from her as she pressed herself harder into his palm. She met his growing ferocity head-on, as she kissed him back with a fierce edge, her tongue clashing with his in a smoky tangle.

She began grinding her hips down against him with deliberate force in a rhythm that matched the pulse of their kiss. Her right hand fisted in his shirt, tugging it upward as her nails scraped lightly over the skin of his chest, while her left tightened its hold in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could devour him whole. A hungry growl rumbled from her, and her eyes slid half-lidded with want as she broke away just enough to drag her teeth along his jaw, her breath hot against his skin.

Jason shifted his weight and raised his arms, allowing Lena room to pull his loose Henley shirt and the white tee beneath it up and over his head, revealing his muscled torso and shoulders. Brown hair, some of it turning gray, lightly covered his chest and abdomen. His skin radiated heat and the smell of him joined the warm, spicy perfume from Lena--no colognes, just the earthy, healthy scent of his body with a lingering whiff of soap from the morning's post-gym shower. As soon as the shirt was off, he tossed it aside and pulled her back down towards him, his lips hungrily seeking hers again.

Lena seized the moment as Jason shifted, her hands swift and sure as she yanked his Henley up and over his head, drinking in the sight of his body. His earthy scent--raw and clean, with that faint trace of morning soap--mingled with her spicy warmth, igniting a fresh wave of hunger in her chest. Her fingers splayed across his chest, tracing the planes of muscle. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, chasing the smoky whisky burn, while her hands roamed--one gripping his shoulder, nails digging in, the other sliding down to his waist, tugging at the edge of his jeans with impatient need.

Jason's hands roamed up under the back of her shirt, seeking the clasp of her bra. "Your turn," he murmured.

Lena shivered, her skin prickling with heat where his fingers brushed. She arched her back slightly, giving him room as he found the clasp of her bra and snapped it free with a deft tug. She didn't hesitate--her arms lifted, her silky, platinum hair cascading down as she let him peel the tight shirt and bra up and over her head in one swift motion. The fabric hit the floor, and her pear-shaped breasts spilled free, full and heavy, the large, pink areolas and puffy nipples tightening in the cool air of the office. She leaned forward, pressing her bare chest against his, molding her tits to the heat of his muscled torso. Her hands shot to his shoulders, gripping hard as she rocked her hips down with a bold, thrust, nuzzling his ear. "Better?" she teased, her voice husky as she nipped at his lobe, her breath hot and ragged.

Jason met the movement of her hips with a sure rhythm and muttered a muffled "Mmmmmhmmmm" into her neck as he began to plant kisses down her neck and across her chest, following a pale tan line down from the top of her shoulder. Slowly, tantalizingly, the kisses made their way toward her breasts.

Lena's breath hitched as Jason matched her rhythm, his hips rocking up to meet hers with a steady, confident pulse that sent a jolt through her core. Her eyes fluttered half-closed at the muffled sound vibrating against her neck, and she tilted her head back. Her curves quivered under the slow, deliberate trail of kisses, heat blooming where his mouth brushed her skin. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, nails biting into muscle. She moaned as his kisses teased across her chest, inching toward her breast with maddening patience. Her nipples grew still harder, aching for his touch. She arched her back, shoving her chest forward to urge him on, "Don't stop," she whispered, voice oozing with want, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

One hand raised to cup under the heavy swell of her breast, Jason lifted a nipple into his mouth and ended the string of kisses. He alternated gentle suckling at the nipple with some swirling of his tongue, clearly relishing the feeling of her nipple stiffening and lengthening at the attention. His other hand found the curve of her bum and he gave her a squeeze there. As she rode him, Lena could feel the stiff bulge arising from his jeans, pressing a ridge of fabric upward into the throbbing cleft between her thighs.

Lena exulted in the sensation as Jason's hand cupped her breast, lifting it to his mouth with a gentle but possessive grip. When his lips closed on her nipple, it sent a rush of heat straight to her core and her pussy redoubled its throbbing. Her hands tightened in his hair, fingers digging into the silver-streaked strands as she pressed his face closer, urging him on. When his other hand squeezed her backside, she rocked her hips harder, her muscles flexing beneath his touch. The stiffness beneath her ground into the throbbing between her thighs, and she shuddered, trembling with need. She tilted her head down, hair falling forward as she nipped at his ear, her breath ragged and hot. "God, yes," she hissed, her voice dripping with hunger as she ground herself against him, chasing the friction with relentless intent.

He drew back slightly, playful fingers replacing his mouth on her nipple. He smiled, looking into her eyes and showing her the need in his own--a steely gaze of pure lust. "I will take you and leave you utterly undone, Ms Matthews," he whispered. "I have a lot of naughty ideas of my own and I've been saving them up for quite some time. But you call the next shot. Where do we go from here?"

Lena's breath caught as Jason drew back, eyes snapping open to meet his gaze, the pure lust in them mirroring the fire roaring through her chest. She writhed at his touch, quivering as she held his stare, her own eyes blazing with equal need. His whispered promise sent a thrill down her spine, and mouth curled into a wicked, eager grin. She rocked her hips once more against the bulge in his jeans, savoring the pressure, then slid her hands down his chest, nails scraping lightly as she shifted her weight.

With a sudden, bold move, she swung her one leg to the floor and stood up. Her braless breasts bobbled with the movement and her proud, puffy nipples stood tall. Her fingers flew to the waistband of her tight skirt, shucking it down her hips and stepping out of it to reveal she wore nothing beneath. Her hairless pussy glistened with arousal, and she stood defiantly in front of him wearing nothing but her shiny knee-high boots.

"Desk," she said, her voice a husky command. She strode to his desk and swept a stack of papers aside with a careless flick of her hand, then perched herself on the desk's edge. She spread her thighs slightly and dipped a hand between her legs to part her pussy lips and show him her slick heat. "Right here. Make good on that promise, Jason." Her tone was pure challenge, her body taut and ready, waiting for him to follow through.

Jason watched her move across the room, eyes fixed on the rolling globes of her buttocks as she walked, then eyeing the bare, glistening slit between her thighs. His gaze held there a moment and then rose to meet her eyes, telling her everything she needed to know about how much he appreciated what he was seeing. He surged to his feet, closed his office door, and turned the deadbolt with a snap. He turned and smiled, almost boyishly. "I'd hate for us to be interrupted. I have the feeling this is about to move from PG-13 to R-rated. Maybe even X-rated."

Lena perched on the edge of the desk, a satisfied smirk on her face. She felt the weight of his gaze on her and she felt it almost as caresses on her curves. The imagined feeling accelerated the pulsing want that coursed up from her pussy. When his eyes finally rose to meet hers, the raw appreciation in them sent a fresh pulse of desire through every fiber of her being.

She spread her pussy lips open a fraction wider, letting the wet folds glisten in the lamplight. "Good call," she purred, her voice rife with anticipation as she leaned back slightly, her other braced against the desk. "I'd say we're already past R--and I'm not here for anything less than X."

Jason strode towards Lena as she writhed provocatively on his desk. "You said you've been thinking about me every night, Lena." He put his hands on his hips, framing the denim-covered tent in his jeans. He stared pointedly at the bare, dripping slit as she spread it open between her thighs. "Why don't you show me what you've been doing during all those lonely nights while you thought about me?"

Lena watched Jason stride toward her, his words stoking the fire already blazing in her core. His pointed stare at her pussy and his abrupt command sent a shiver through her.

"Every night," she confirmed, as she slid two fingers into her pussy with practiced ease. She spread her thighs still wider. "Like this," she murmured. Her other hand joined the first between her legs. Two fingers encircled her clit and started to roll it gently back and forth. "And this," she said, starting to work her fingers in and out of her pussy. She rocked her hips forward, her rear end lifting slightly off the desk as she pleasured herself with deliberate, teasing strokes, showing him exactly what those lonely nights had wrought.

"And tell me, Lena. Just what did you imagine while your fingers were working your clit? What did you imagine us doing? What did you imagine ME doing?" Without taking his eyes off her busy fingers and glistening cunt, Jason kicked off his boots and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them. The thick muscles of his legs flexed and stretched as he moved. A pair of gray cotton trunks remained on him, straining to contain a bulge in the front. A spot of moisture darkened the front of the shorts, testifying to the pre-cum seeping out of him in his excitement and arousal.

Lena's breath hitched as Jason's questions rolled over her, and her fingers continued moving, slick and relentless against her clit. "I imagined you," she said, her voice hoarse, "watching me like this--those gray-blue eyes burning into me while I fucked myself thinking of you." Her fingers dipped lower, sliding inside her glistening cunt with a wet sound as she worked them in and out, her glutes flexing against the desk. "I pictured you pinning me down, right here--your hands on my hips, your mouth on my tits, driving that cock into me so deep while I screamed your name."

Her eyes stayed locked on his, wild and unyielding, as she sped up her pace, her platinum bob bouncing with each shudder. When he kicked off his boots and shed his jeans, revealing the straining bulge in his gray trunks, the dark spot of moisture sent a fresh surge of heat through her. "I wanted you to take me, Jason--fast and rough, making me cum until I can't see straight," she rasped.

He knelt between her thighs, gently removing her fingers from her pussy. He replaced them with two fingers of his own, rubbing gently up and down her swollen slit before sliding them up and inside of her. He inhaled deeply, drinking in the musky scent of her sex, then looked up into her eyes. He didn't move his fingers at first, content to just leave them inside of her and feel the pulsing of her needy, horny pussy around his fingers.

Lena felt a jolt as Jason's fingers pressed up inside of her. The sudden touch after months of anticipation and fantasizing abruptly sent her over the edge into an orgasm. She arched her back, body trembling. Her needy pussy clenched around his fingers and she tilted her hips forward to force more of him inside of her. Her hips rocked back and forth on the wave of it. The musky scent of her sex filled the air. Her free hand shot to his shoulder, nails digging into the muscle as she rode it out.

When at last she could focus, her eyes found his again, "Fuck, Jason--I waited so long for that. Now move them. Please." Her fingers fell again to her clit, and she shifted her hips against the desk as she sought the perfect position for her pleasure.

He began to move his fingers with a slow, sure rhythm. He rotated his wrist so the fingers could curl upward, and he began to make a deliberate "come here" motion with the fingers each time he pulled them out a little. The pads of his index and middle finger rubbed insistently against the front wall inside of her pussy, unerringly seeking out and pushing against her G-spot. His other hand slid up to play beside her own fingers on and around her clit in a dance of shared pleasure on that most sensitive spot.

Lena's breath caught as Jason's fingers began moving. The g-spot pressure dragged a low, guttural sound from her, sending shivers through her body as he expertly fingered her. Each insistent rub against her G-spot sent a wave of electric heat crashing through her. She started to lift her ass off the desk as she arched into him. A string of soft curses spilled from her as his other hand joined hers at her clit, his fingers dancing alongside her own in a wicked tandem.

"Oh, fuck--yes," she hissed, her voice raw and desperate, her free hand gripping his shoulder harder, nails biting into his skin. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, pulsing with need as she chased the edge..

Long minutes passed as Jason patiently gave her pleasure and built up the pressure toward orgasm. Now and then he would lean in and his tongue would dart onto her clit, joining the fingers swirling around on it. Then he'd draw back and look at Lena. Sometimes he'd smile like a cat that was enjoying a saucer of cream.

Lena surrendered to Jason's patient ministrations, every curve trembling under the relentless build of pleasure. When his tongue darted out to join the swirling fingers on her clit, she'd jolt, sometimes with a sharp cry. Each time he drew back, her gaze followed him, wild and needy. Platinum strands of hair to her sweat-dampened neck as she rocked into his touch, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Goddamn you," she rasped, her free hand clawing at his shoulder as the other pressed harder against her clit alongside his fingers. Her pussy pulsed tighter around him, a frantic rhythm building as she teetered on the brink, pleading with her eyes for him to push her over again.

At last, Jason sped the rhythm of his right hand. His left hand left her clit and instead clutched at the tender skin of her inner thigh as he braced himself. Then his right hand started to move in a relentless, back-and-forth. No longer a gentle "come here" suggestion, his fingers attacked her G-spot with gentle ferocity and drove her inevitably towards that helpless, squirting, heart-rate-spiking release of a G-spot orgasm.

Lena's breath exploded as Jason's right hand quickened, her body quivering. Her ass lifted completely off the desk, and she shoved her pelvis forward, jamming his fingers deep inside of her. Her lean legs trembled as the pressure snapped, exploding into a helpless, squirting release. Hot liquid gushed over his hand and spattered onto the carpet as her body convulsed with each wave of the orgasm. She was left gasping and shaking, her eyes rolling back in a haze of bliss.

Jason allowed her to ride out the climax and let his hand grow still. He watched her for a moment, eyes lingering on her proudly-jutting pear-shaped breasts with their large and rosy nipples. Then he leaned forward and nuzzled aside her fingers to place his mouth on her swollen clit. He grabbed at her thighs, pushing her back against the edge of the desk and pushing her legs further apart. His tongue lashed out, teasing each side of the little bud of flesh before licking it with gently increasing pressure. He looked up into her heart-shaped face as his mouth devoured her.

Lena yielded to his hands on her thighs, legs parting wider under his push. A fresh cry spilled out as his tongue lashed against her. The teasing flicks along the sides of her clit made her hips buck and when the pressure of his licks grew, she clutched the desk's edge with a white-knuckled grip. Her expression was one of raw, burning need as his mouth devoured her, her breath hitching in sharp, desperate pants.

After tasting her pussy for a few languorous, pleasure-filled minutes, Jason stood, reluctantly relinquishing his assault on her clit. Pulling on her hips, he brought Lena with him to stand as well, then crushed his mouth onto hers. The tang of her juices mingled with the whisky on their breath in a heady mixture. His strong arms molded her body to his, and the bulge in his (now very damp) shorts prodded bluntly against her stomach. Pausing for breath, he smiled--not slyly this time, but almost shyly. "It has been a minute since I've done something like that. You... seemed to enjoy it."

Lena felt a pang of loss as Jason's mouth left her clit, emotions flickering with a mix of satisfaction and longing. She met the kiss with equal hunger, and she tasted the sharp tang of her own juices mingled with the whisky on his breath in a dizzying rush. Her arms wrapped around him as he molded her body to his, breasts mashed against his muscled chest.

When he paused, pulling back to catch his breath, she caught his shy smile and her blue eyes softened, gleaming with delight. She slid a hand up to cup his face, her thumb wiping a few remnants of sticky juices from his beard. "I did," she murmured, her voice husky and warm. "More than you know. You're... better than I dreamed." Her free hand trailed down to rest just above his bulge, daring him to keep going.

Jason held her tight at the waist, picked her up, and then smoothly pirouetted them both so his back was to the desk. He leaned back against it, much as she had just been doing. He glanced meaningfully down at his shorts, then back up at her, the lusty thoughts plain to see on his face,"I think a polite student in my office would return the favor after such a thorough... oral exam."

Lena's breath quickened as Jason's arms tightened around her waist, a thrill racing through her as he picked her up so effortlessly. His words sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs, and she licked her lips, tasting the lingering mix of whisky and her own arousal. She stepped closer, her lean legs brushing his as she planted her hands on either side of him, caging him against the desk. She moved her lips very near his ear, her voice dropping to a lower, sultrier octave.

"Polite, huh? I'm not here to be polite, Professor." Her slender fingers hooked into the waistband of his damp shorts, yanking them down with a swift tug that bared his straining cock. She pulled the trunks all the way down and sank to her knees in one motion. As he stepped out of the underwear, she settled between his thighs. Her eyes locked onto his, gleaming with wicked intent, as she wrapped one hand around his girth, her pouting lips parting to take him in with a slow, deliberate slide. She gulped greedily at his jutting manhood, clearly relishing the taste and sensation of it. His musk now filled the air, adding its own distinctive scent to the cocktail of desire hanging in the office air.

It was Jason's turn to grip the edge of the desk as his shaft disappeared into Lena's willing mouth. His knees went weak, and he sagged against the scarred wood, groaning with pleasure, "Ahhhh, you sweet, sweet girl. Not very polite at all."

Lena felt Jason's groan ripple through her as his manhood slid deep into her mouth, and she watched him sag against the desk. She hummed around him, the vibration teasing his length as she took him deeper, gripping his thighs, nails digging in slightly as she savored his pleasure. Her hair swayed with each bob of her head, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the heat in his voice.

When he called her sweet, she pulled back just enough to flash him a wicked grin, her tongue swirling around the tip before plunging back down. She sped up slightly, one hand sliding up to cup him beneath, rolling gently as her mouth worked him with relentless hunger. Her muffled cries echoed his pleasure as she savored every shudder she drew from him.

Jason groaned again and arched his back in ecstasy as she started to work his balls in addition to her expertcocksucking. He felt himself swelling even harder, and his cockhead grew thick and sensitive with the incredible arousal.

Lena's expression betrayed her satisfaction as Jason's groan filled the air, his arching back pressing him deeper into her mouth. She felt his head swell against her tongue, the velvety skin of it growing taut under her expert attention. Her mouth tightened around him, sucking harder as she bobbed her head with renewed fervor, hair bouncing with each eager motion. Her hand rolled his balls with a firm, teasing rhythm, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin as she worked him, her other hand bracing against his thigh for leverage.

Jason held Lena's gaze as he disappeared into her willing mouth over, and over, and over. The sight of it stretching her lips wide as she surrendered her mouth to him was so fucking hot. He felt his balls grow tight as they ached for a release.

Lena held Jason's gaze with fierce intensity, her wide eyes burning into his as his dick plunged into her mouth again and again. She felt his balls tighten under her rolling fingers, pulsing against her touch, and she doubled down and sucked him even deeper. Her tongue flattened along his length, teasing the underside with each stroke. She worked one hand between her thighs again, rubbing her clit in rapid circles.

Jason gently put his hands on her shoulders. "No. Not yet." He quirked a smile again, and tilted his chin. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. "Stand up."

Lena felt herself gush at his sudden command. The tone in his voice demanded obedience, though it was softened with that quirky smile. She slowed her rhythm, then reluctantly eased off. Sticky moisture glistened on her cheek and chin as she pulled back and she made a soft, frustrated whimper. She rose to her feet and her every curve stood bare before him, lean legs flexing as she balled one on her hip, her shapely behind shifting with the stance. She ran one finger along her chin, catching an errand bead of spit and pre-cum that had dribbled there.

Her blue eyes locked onto his and she licked the sticky moisture off of her finger, her expression simmering with a mix of impatience and eager anticipation. "What's next, Professor?" she teased.

He stood up from the desk and took her hands in his, raising each to his lips and planting a kiss on each palm. Then, he led her to the edge of the desk and guided her hands into positions flat on the desk, at its edge. The desk surface was just below waist height and Lena needed to bend at the waist to achieve the position. Jason leaned in to whisper into her ear, "The game here is that you keep your hands flat on the desk. Don't move them. And take a wider stance with your feet."

Lena's breath hitched as she splayed her slender fingers against the scarred wood, her curvy frame bending at the waist until her ass jutted out, the position leaving her parts exposed and vulnerable. When he leaned in, his whisper tickling her ear, a shiver raced down her spine, her body tensing with anticipation. "Got it," she murmured back, her voice trembling with want, a teasing edge lacing the compliance. She'd lusted after this man for weeks - but having this calm, relentless control from him was driving her mad. He contrasted starkly with lesser lovers she'd had; they seemed as boys to this man that was now taking her.

She shifted her feet apart, widening her stance as instructed, her lean legs flexing as she planted them in place. Her palms stayed pressed flat, obeying his rules.

*SMACK*

Jason gave her juicy butt a stinging slap. He leaned in again to whisper in her ear, "I've wanted to do that from the moment you took off your skirt. To quote one of the greatest movies of all time, you have an absolutely breathtaking heinie. Plus it fits my hand perfectly."

Lena jolted at the spanking, a gasp escaping her as the sting bloomed across her tanned cheek. Her wide blue eyes widened briefly, then narrowed with a mix of surprise and heat, her knees trembling slightly as she held her position. The desk creaked under her grip, her fingers flexing but staying flat as she fought the urge to move.

Jason moved behind her, and his hands found her hips. Then he stepped forward. He pulled himself up against her buttocks. She could feel the heat of his rigid member along the cleft of her cheeks. He let his touch wander upwards along her flanks until they cupped her breasts. He paused for a moment, weighing her heavy tits in his hands and enjoying the feel of his rigid tool nestled between her ass cheeks.

Lena's breath quickened and she rocked her hips subtly, grinding her cleft against him, her voice a husky whisper. "You're gonna drive me crazy like this," she murmured, her blue eyes cracking open to shoot him a heated, impatient glance over her shoulder.

"Yes," he said. "And you're being a very obedient girl. I know you're smart. Competent. Powerful, even. I also know that women like that need a man to take charge, at least now and then," his hand found the cheek he'd spanked and he gently caressed the reddening skin.

Lena's blue eyes flared at Jason's words. She offered a soft, approving hum, savoring the praise laced with his command. When his hand found the reddened skin of her spanked buttock, the gentle caress sent a shiver racing up her spine, her skin prickling into goose pimples under his touch. She pressed her hips back subtly, leaning into his hand, her lean legs steady in their wide stance. "You've got me figured out," she murmured. Her blue eyes flicked over her shoulder, locking onto his with a glint of challenge and surrender.

His hand withdrew and he walked around the desk to retrieve the whisky bottle. His cock bobbed proudly with each step, proclaiming his lust for her as it rose above its thatch of light brown hair. Jason took a swig from the bottle and then arched an eyebrow at Lena, proffering the liquor.

Lena's blue eyes followed Jason as he stepped away. As he circled the desk, her gaze dropped hungrily to his cock. She licked her lips as she shifted her weight, still bent over the desk, following his instructions. At his arched eyebrow and the offered bottle, she straightened just enough to reach out, her slender fingers brushing his as she took it.

"Don't mind if I do," she said, winking. She tilted the bottle to her mouth, the amber liquid burning down her throat as she swallowed. Her blue eyes locked onto his over the bottle, smoldering with raw desire. She licked a stray drop from her lower lip, then handed it back, her stance widening slightly as she leaned forward again and replaced her hands on the desk, daring him to keep the game going.

His eyes danced with mischief. "Uh oh. That's a forfeit in the game. Hands left the desktop." He replaced the bottle on the desktop and then strode behind her, out of view. "Hm. There should be a penalty for breaking the game's rules."

Lena caught the mischief dancing in Jason's vivid blue eyes, her own eyes narrowing with playful defiance as his words sank in. She twitched into a smirk, a soft huff escaping her when she realized her slip. She didn't argue, instead letting her head fall forward in mock surrender. She exaggerated her bend at the waist, pushing her rump higher into the air and exposing herself to him. She pressed her palms extra flat on the desk as if to reclaim her obedience.

"A penalty, huh?" she teased, her voice a low, sultry drawl. She twerked a little, as if to punctuate her comment, lean legs flexing in their wide stance. "Make it good," she challenged, her tone daring him to up the stakes.

His hand was suddenly underneath her, fingers rubbing along the length of her sodden pussy. Then they pushed inside, slipping easily into her. They once again pushed against the front wall inside, stimulating that magical spot. His other hand found her left nipple and pinched. Hard enough that there was a brief flare of pain before it blossomed into a warm pleasure that sent waves of horny feelings shuttling back and forth between that nipple and her pussy.

Lena quivered as Jason's hand darted beneath her, her wide blue eyes widening as his fingers pushed inside. Her breath hitched, waves of horny sensation rippling between her nipple and her pussy, amplifying the fire his probing digits stoked inside her. She gripped the desk harder, her lean legs quaking in their wide stance, and tossed her head back, her voice a ragged, needy howl. "Fuck, yes--punish me like that," she rasped, rocking her hips against his hand, chasing the dual assault with desperate hunger.

His hand left her nipple and wandered down the front of her body, caressing ribs... belly... hip, before touching her pussy. Rather than giving attention to the swollen clit's glans, he instead split his fingers and gently pressed against both sides of the hood. He alternated that along with some occasional rolling of the hood over her throbbing clit. Jason's right hand kept up its steady rhythm in her pussy, sliding in and out. After a while, he slipped a third finger inside of her.

Lena's breath shuddered as Jason's other hand found her pussy. The alternating pressure, paired with the occasional roll of her hood over her throbbing clit, sent electric sparks through her core, her curvy frame quivering under the tease. She rocked her hips, chasing the sensation, her hands gripping the desk tight. When his right hand maintained its steady rhythm inside her, sliding in and out, she groaned low and deep, but the addition of a third finger stretched her further, drawing a ragged cry from her. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and eager, her legs trembling as she pushed back against his hand, her blue eyes half-lidded with wild, desperate pleasure. "God, don't stop," she rasped, lost in the mounting storm he was building.

"Tell me what else you want now, Lena. What's the next thing that will push you over the edge and give you a great, shuddering, messy cum while you're standing here with your ass in the air and my fingers in your pussy?"

As Jason's words washed over her, Lena took a ragged, lust-drenched breath. The steady thrust of his hand inside her pussy, stretching her, had her teetering, and his teasing at her clit was driving her nearly berserk with lust. "I want--" she gasped, "--your cock. Pull your fingers out and put your cock inside of me. Fuck me hard, Jason, right here--fuck my little pussy until it squirt all over the fucking floor. " Her legs quaked in their wide stance, her buttocks pushing back and jouncing with the movement as she shivered. She looked over her shoulder, wild and pleading, clutching the desk as she panted. "Make me cum all over you--messy, shaking, screaming. Please." Her tone was raw, urgent, dripping with need as she begged for the final push.

Jason stood and, in one movement, withdrew his hand and slammed his cock into her, right up to the hilt. He grabbed her hips and paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of suddenly being buried balls-deep in her wet, hot, extremely horny pussy. "Just like that?" he growled.

Lena's breath exploded in a sharp, guttural cry. She came again, her pussy spasming around the cock that was suddenly penetrating her so deeply. Her eyes rolled back and she thrashed against him, pressing back against his hips as if to take still more of him inside her. She squirted, helplessly spraying liquid over the front of his desk and onto the carpet. It took long, gasping moments before she could answer his question. "Yes--fuck, just like that," she rasped, her voice raw.

Jason held the moment, his mind somehow wandering to other intimate moments, to other explosive and sensual penetrations. He felt a ripple of her pleasure undulate inside of her, seeming to suck him deeper still. That jolted him back to the present and he grinned fiercely at the back of Lena's head. Hands moving to her hips, Jason began to slam into her. He began with a few tentative movements. There was a brief resistance inside her... and then suddenly it released. Jason felt her fully surrender and blossom open around his cock. His more modest strokes then built up into a thunderous rhythm. His hips jammed forward and his hands pulled her onto him with each stroke. It became athletic... and then somehow primal. Soft grunts escaped Jason as he fucked her with vigorous strokes.

Lena gasped as he began to fuck her hard. The tentative strokes jolted her at first, her legs almost buckling, but as he built into that thunderous rhythm, she surrendered to it, her platinum hair a chaotic halo around her head as she bucked and pushed and thrashed against him. Her pussy gripped him tight, slick and pulsing, amplifying the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. When his soft grunts reached her ears, she answered with her own, a series of desperate, throaty cries spilling out as he ravaged her. She clawed at the desk, her eyes half-lidded with feral pleasure, lost in the relentless storm he unleashed.

Jason did something to change the angle of his hips and suddenly the swollen head of his cock was plowing into her cervix. With each thrust, the contact sent electric shards of orgasmic energy shooting up through her body. Lena felt almost as if the top of her head was going to explode clear off her skull as the sensations built and built towards the inevitable, shattering orgasm.

Lena's pussy clenched hard around him, slick and frantic, amplifying every punishing stroke. The pressure built relentlessly, a white-hot storm coiling in her core, her voice breaking into sharp, desperate barks. She scrabbled at the desk's edge, nails scraping wood as her head tipped back, her eyes rolling with the overwhelming rush. It felt like her skull might split, the orgasm barreling toward her with shattering force, and she surrendered, her body trembling on the brink.

"NNNNNNNnnnnnngaaaaahhhhhhhh," shouted Jason. With a final grunt, he forced every inch of his length into her and his hips bucked with the throes of a powerful orgasm. His body shook, muscles tensing and breath ragged, pleasure crashing through him.

The sudden, forceful plunge sent her over the edge, and she convulsed against his hips--she felt him pulsing inside her with the force of his orgasm. His body shuddered against hers, pleasure evident in his tense grip and ragged breath. Her pussy clamped down around him, pulsing wildly as her own shattering orgasm erupted, waves of ecstatic pleasure crashing through her. Her long legs nearly gave out, trembling uncontrollably, and she collapsed back against him, her firm behind pressing back into him as her juices mingled with his, soaking them both in a messy, shuddering release. Her eyes glazed over, lost in the bliss, her breath coming in sharp, broken pants as she rode out the storm.

Jason leaned forward and his arms wrapped around her waist, supporting her spent and quivering body. He nuzzled his mouth into the fuzz at the nape of her neck. He rested there a moment, then murmured, "That... was a very good introduction, Ms. Matthews. Are you finding me... interesting so far?"

She lingered in the moment, savoring the heat of his skin against hers, then let out a low, husky laugh at his murmured words. "Very good?" she teased, as she pushed her hips back just enough to feel his hardness still inside her. "I'd say it's a hell of a start, Professor." She regarded him over her shoulder, catching his gaze with a playful spark. "And yeah--you're more than interesting. I'm hooked." One hand slid from the desk to rest atop his arms, fingers tracing lazily as she grinned, utterly sated yet still hungry for more.

He clasped the hand on his arm and held it a moment. "I could use a little rest after that, he said. "It was a workout. Why don't you take care of me for a while? I'll recline on the couch over there and you can practice doing some naughty things."

Jason gently disengaged from her and took a step back.

Lena straightened slowly, her voluptuous frame unfurling as she turned to face him. The heat of their exertion still flushed her skin, and she let out a soft, teasing laugh, her voice husky and warm. "A workout, huh? Guess I wore you out." Lena turned to face him and then stared at his still-erect member.

Jason's cock was shiny with the juices of their lovemaking but it still jutted proudly up and away from his body, bobbling slightly with each beat of his pulse.

"But... I felt you come," she said. "I know I did."

Jason moved to the battered couch and sat down, reclining comfortably. "Yup," he said. "There's this amazing sex coach - she lifts things with her vagina. Anyway - I did these salons and workshops. Orgasm and ejaculating aren't the same thing for me anymore. Turns out I still have the knack. He gestured at his stiff cock and smiled. "So have at it, wench! Show me what naughtiness you've got in you!"

Lena followed him to the couch and dropped to her knees before him. "Wench, huh?" she teased, her voice a low and sultry as she leaned forward, her hand wrapping around his slick and veiny length with a possessive grip. She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, her eyes never leaving his, then dipped her head, her tongue flicking out to trace the underside of his length from base to tip.

She could taste her pussy on him, mixed with the slippery pre-cum from him and the tang of her squirting. She slurped at him greedily as she took him into her mouth, sucking lightly at first, then deeper, her glutes flexing as she moved. Her free hand slid up his thigh, nails grazing his skin, ready to push the boundaries of naughty as far as he'd let her.

Jason put his hands behind his head and pushed his hips forward, forcing him further into her throat with each stroke. He groaned with pleasure at her ministrations. "That's a good start. What other naughtiness have you got?"

Lena took his cock eagerly as Jason pushed it deeper into her, stretching her full lips wide. She met the push with her own muffled moans, the sound vibrating around him as she adjusted, her hair swaying with the motion. She gripped his thighs, nails digging in slightly as she savored his groan, her voluptuous frame rocking subtly on her knees.

She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her tongue swirling around the tip as she grinned up at him, her voice husky and teasing. "Just a start, huh?" She shifted, her long legs flexing as she rose slightly, then swung one leg over his lap, straddling him without sinking down yet. Her tanned skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat as she hovered above him. She leaned in, her pink-tipped breasts pressing against his chest, and nipped at his lower lip, all mischief and mayhem. "How about this?" she murmured, guiding his cockhead to tease along her slick folds, her hips rolling slowly to taunt him with the promise of more.

"Mmmm, pretty tame so far. I feel certain that you can be naughtier."

A spark of defiance ignited in her gaze. "Tame, huh?" she challenged. She shifted her weight, rising, then spun around in one fluid move, planting her long legs on either side of his hips to face away. She hovered above him, teasingly close, as she tossed a smoldering glance back over her shoulder.

She reached back, gripping his shaft with a firm hand, and guided it to press against the tight pucker of her ass, rubbing the tip there with slow, deliberate circles. "Naughty enough yet?" she teased, as she lowered herself just enough to let him feel the resistance against her sphincter, her skin flushing with heat. Her free hand slid between her thighs, fingers dipping back into her slick pussy.

"Oh my, Ms. Matthews. That is quite naughty indeed. This might call for another spanking if you proceed with such naughtiness."

Lena smiled with wicked satisfaction at Jason's words, then broke into a breathy, teasing laugh. "Might?" she challenged, her voice a sultry rasp as she held his gaze over her shoulder, peering through the blonde strands framing her flushed cheeks. She pressed down a fraction more, letting the tip nudge just past the tight ring, her body trembling with the bold move.

Her long legs tensed, as Lena swivelled her hips subtly, testing him, while her fingers kept working her slick pussy, "Go ahead then--spank me," she dared. She leaned forward slightly, arching her back to surrender to him, her voluptuous frame quivering with anticipation as she pushed the naughtiness further.

Jason started to tremble a little with desire, watching the head of his cock begin to disappear into the ass of this naughty nymph in front of him. Taking his hands from behind his neck, he gave her pale cheeks a gentle caress, tracing the thin tan lines across her flanks and down her crack before delicately tracing the lush curves on each side.

Lena felt the faint tremble in Jason's body, imagining that she could sense his desire radiating from him as he pushed past the tight ring of her asshole. She pressed back slightly, urging him deeper. When he caressed her cheeks, she writhed gently and her rosebud pulsed around the penetrating head.

She steadied her bootheels against the carpet, still teasing her slick pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "That's it," Lena said, glancing back at him with a daring glint in her eyes. Her skin quivered under his caress, inviting more as she arched.

*SMACK*

Another solid spank, on the other cheek this time.

*SMACK*

Back to the first cheek that'd been spanked by the desk. Now both of her cheeks stung slightly, a warm flush spreading across the otherwise cool flesh. Lena felt each slap like a bolt of lightning zapping straight into her pussy.

Jason watched the flesh of her cheeks jiggle, then redden, as he smacked her juicy behind. Her wanton and aggressive moves were driving him wild; he could feel his cockhead swelling to a new girth even as it forced its way into her tight little ass.

Lena gasped as she pushed down, forcing another couple of inches inside of her, her legs trembling slightly in their stance. "Fuck, yes," she panted, as she glanced back at him with a wild, approving look. Her fingers sped up between her thighs, teasing her slick pussy as she leaned into the sensation, her voluptuous frame quivering. "Keep it coming," she taunted, daring him to match her naughtiness with more.

He kneaded the supple flesh of her freshly-spanked cheeks. He felt the tense muscles underneath as she suspended herself, partially impaled upon his dick. "Not just sex but ANAL? This is a helluva first date, Lena. How are we going to top this for the second date?"

As Jason's hands squeezed her, Lena whimpered with pleasure. She tensed, the muscles beneath her fair skin flexing as she held herself suspended, her tight ass swallowing his rod. The sensation sent a shiver racing up her spine, making her very aware of each subtle shift in her hips.

She glanced back at him, eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and playful defiance. "Anal on the first date's just the warm-up," she purred, as she shifted slightly, teasing him deeper. Her long legs quivered, still working her slick pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Second date? I'll think of something--maybe I'll tie you up and make you beg." She laughed low and sultry, her tight ring clenching around him as she taunted, daring him to imagine the possibilities.

Jason groaned and his fingertips roamed to trace the stretched rim of her hole. "I might have to beg if you don't start fucking me with that beautiful butt of yours. Ride me, baby. Give your ass to me."

Lena inhaled sharply as she felt the delicate touch on her stretched and cock-filled hole. The touch sent a jolt through her, her voluptuous frame trembling. Her blonde bob swung forward as she tilted her head, catching his words with a wicked, hungry grin.

"Begging already?" she asked. She shifted her long legs, planting her feet more firmly, and began to lower herself, sliding him ever-deeper with a slow, deliberate thrust. Shaking as she took him deeper, her pussy clenched around her own fingers in rhythm. She rode him with a steady, powerful pace, eyes locking onto him over her shoulder, wild and unyielding. "Like this, baby?" she asked, giving herself fully, gripping him tight inside her as she fucked him with bold abandon.

Another groan. He managed to respond, his words punctuated with little grunts of pleasure with each stroke as she took him into her ass. "Yeah... baby... exactly... uhh... like... that..."

Lena preened with triumph as Jason's groan filled the air. Each stroke taking him deeper drew a fresh wave of heat through her, hair bouncing with the rhythm of her thrusts. She bounced harder, her long legs flexing as she drove herself onto him, her voluptuous body shuddering with each plunge.

Her breath came in sharp, ragged pants, and she involuntarily matched his grunts with her own. "Good," she rasped, her voice thick and sultry, glancing back at him. She accelerated the touching between her thighs, teasing her sopping pussy in time with her ride. She clenched tight around him and pushed them both toward the edge with relentless, primal need.

He leaned forward a little and his hands circled around her chest, cupping a breast in each hand while working her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He made light pinching rolls with his fingers and he pressed the flesh of her breasts against her chest. Jason began bucking his hips up off of the couch to meet her, unable to resist doing some of the work himself.

The light pinching rolls on her nipples sent electric jolts through her, her voluptuous frame arching into his grip as he pressed her flesh against her chest. Her skin flushed more with each teasing twist.

When his hips bucked up to meet her, driving his cock harder into her ass, she cursed softly, her long legs trembling as she matched his rhythm, riding him with relentless force, now frantically pawing at her own slick pussy. "Fuck, yes," she rasped, her voice breaking with pleasure, every part of her wanting him to keep pushing.

His hands left her breasts and moved to her hips, grabbing them hard and pulling her down to meet him with each thrust.

Lena's breath hitched. The hard pull yanked her down onto his cock, her eyes widening as the force drove him even deeper into her ass. Her long legs quaked, struggling to hold her stance as she surrendered to his rhythm, her bouncing, fleshy globes slamming against him with every tug. "Harder--fuck, don't stop," she urged, her body trembling on the edge, lost in the primal surge he commanded.

He responded, driving his hips upward and coarsely pulling hers down until the ferocity of their fucking was equal to or even greater than what they'd had against the desk. His breath started coming in gasps as he ruthlessly plundered her horny and willing asshole. He felt her surrendering to him, as he went deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

Lena's eyes rolled back fully as Jason answered her plea, his hips surging upward with brutal force while his hands yanked her down, the ferocity of their fucking eclipsing even their earlier clash against the desk. She was breathless, hair thrashing wildly as her voluptuous frame shuddered under the onslaught. Each ruthless thrust into her horny, willing rump drew a raw, primal scream from her, her fair skin slick with sweat.

Her long legs buckled slightly and she drove down onto his shaft with frantic abandon as the combined assault pushed her over the edge. She felt her body surrendering completely as he plundered her deeper and harder, muscles rippling around him, clenching tight around him with every plunge. Her fingers faltered against her dripping pussy, overwhelmed by the intensity, and she collapsed forward a fraction, her hands clawing at the couch. "Yes--fuck, take it," she rasped, her voice fracturing with ecstasy, eyes glassy and wild as she gave herself over to the shattering storm he unleashed.

As the throes of her orgasm began, the rippling waves of clenching muscle tipped him over the edge as well. He pushed himself fully up and inside of her ass, and launched powerful jets of cum into her willing butt. Beyond speech, beyond comprehension, he made an inarticulate growling noise as he came.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm crashed through her, loosing a ragged scream as rippling waves of clenching muscle gripped his cock. The sensation shoved her into a trembling, shuddering mess. When he was fully inside, buried in her ass, she relished the hot surge of his cum as it flooded her. Her frame convulsed, and her long legs quaked beneath her, scraping her bootheels across the stained carpet.

His inarticulate growl echoed in her ears, fueling her own release, and she rocked her hips weakly against him, milking every jet as her pussy pulsed in sync, soaking her thighs. Her hands scrabbled at the couch, nails digging in as she settled into a hazy, blissful blur, lost in the raw, overwhelming aftermath of their shared climax.

As their second shared orgasm wound down into flutters, he pulled Lena back onto him and leaned back on the couch. His now-softening length remained buried balls-deep into her quivering asshole. He wrapped his arms around her again, and squeezed, hugging her gently. "Oh, that was very naughty. You have an absolute aptitude for naughtiness, Ms. Matthews."

She felt his hand stroke her hair, the gentle touch soothing her racing pulse, and she pressed closer, her long legs curling against his as she let herself be held. Her breath slowed, warm against his skin, and she lingered there, savoring the stillness, slitting open one eye just enough to glimpse him through her lashes, a faint, sated smile creasing her expression

"That looked like it was pretty fun. Was it fun?" asked Jason.

Lena radiated a lazy, satiated aura as she lifted her head slightly from the hollow of his neck, her full lips curling into a slow, contented grin. She propped herself up just enough to meet his gaze, her fair skin still flushed with the afterglow.

"Fun?" she echoed, her voice brimming with amusement. Still pressed against him, she let out a soft, teasing laugh. "Yeah, it was a fucking blast--best kind of fun I've had in ages." Her long legs stretched out as she settled back into his embrace and wriggled her backside into his lap. "You?" she asked, her tone playful but curious, inviting him to share the moment's aftermath.

"Oh yeah." He nuzzled her ear and murmured, "Can I tell you a secret?"

Lena shifted slightly, tilting her body and turning her head so she could see his face.

"A secret?" she murmured, her voice a low, sultry tease laced with curiosity. Her long legs stretched lazily, one curling over his. "You've got my attention--spill it," she urged.

"Making a woman cum is one of my very, VERY favourite things. I might even like it better than cumming myself. I mean, don't get me wrong... I DO enjoy a good orgasm. There's no version of me that wants to be denied that. But to make a woman cum, to give her pleasure until she explodes like that? SO good. Might be one of the reasons I was put on this planet."

Lena's eyes softened with a mix of surprise and delight as Jason's secret spilled out, her face bloomed in a slow, appreciative grin. She propped herself up a little higher, her pink-tipped breasts wobbling. She trailed a slim finger along his jawline.

"That's a hell of a secret," she acknowledged, her voice low and rich with warmth. She looked at him with a little awe and a newfound admiration. "Lucky for me, then--I explode pretty damn well under your hands." She let out a soft, husky laugh. "Guess we're a good match--I love cumming, and you love making it happen." She leaned in to kiss him, almost chastely, a quiet promise in the gesture. Then she nestled back into him, savoring the shared heat of their bodies.

Jason cocked an eye toward the desk. His gaze roamed around the room - discarded clothes, tumbler on the floor, whisky spilled on the couch, the floor and the desk... wet stains of semen and the juices from their lovemaking marked the couch and the whole area in front of the desk. "Hm. We made quite a mess, naughty girl. So where do you think we should go from here?"

Lena scanned the chaotic scene. A laugh bubbled from her. "Quite a mess, huh?" she teased, "Where to next? How about my place--shower, clean sheets, and round two? Or three," she added, challenging him to keep the night going as she wriggled her bum against him again.

Jason felt himself stir within her as she wiggled, and he paused for a moment. "Mmm. Shower sounds like a good idea. And maybe food, too. Between drinking too much whisky and losing about a quart of fluid between all the sweat and the jizz that has left my body, I should probably have a goddam Gatorade or something, too."

Lena leaned forward and stood, his cock sliding out from her well-fucked ass. She twisted to look at her behind as a dollop of fluid trickled out of her ass and splattered on the carpet. "Shower and food, huh?" she mused, "I clearly need these sorts of things. You've made an absolute mess in my butt, for starters." She let out a husky laugh, then smiled. "My place has all that--shower, kitchen, electrolytes. Plus, I make a mean late-night sandwich. Let's get out of here," she urged.

Jason couldn't resist giving her bouncing, cum-leaking rear end a playful swat as she stood, but this was just a tap - not the firm smacks from earlier. He helped Lena find her clothes and pulled his own back on.

Lena let out a soft, playful yelp at the swat, and then proceeded to sway her butt more than necessary as she bent to gather her clothes, sashaying around in her shiny boots. At last, she straightened, slipping her tight top and skirt back on with a fluid grace, her long legs flexing with each move.

Shrugging back into her long coat, she watched him pull his own clothes on, her blue eyes lingering appreciatively, then stepped closer, brushing against his arm. "Ready when you are, Professor," she said. She adjusted her rumpled outfit, poised to lead him out into the night.

"Lead on, Ms Matthews. Do you live close to the campus?"

Lena's large blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she turned to face Jason fully, her full lips curving upward. "Close enough," she replied, her voice a low, sultry drawl as she stepped toward the door. She glanced back at him, her fair skin still flushed from their romp, and shamelessly rolled her hips and shook her cheeks as she moved.

"It's going to be an interesting walk - I figure I'll be able to feel your cum leaking from inside me the whole way. But it's just ten minutes from campus, in a quiet spot," she added, her long legs carrying her with a confident stride as she opened the office door, holding it for him. "Plenty of time to work up an appetite again," she purred, stepping into the hall and beckoning him with a tilt of her head, ready to guide him to her domain.

Jason closed his office door and locked it, trapping the mess and the musky scent of their lovemaking behind the door. "I might need to hire a professional cleaner before my next office hours," he muttered. He walked up to Lena and, with a shyness that was at odds with the Olympic-level fucking they'd just performed together, held her hand as they walked.

When he stepped up and took her hand, his shy gesture drawing a soft, surprised noise from her, she squeezed his hand back gently, her skin warm against his. The contrast to their earlier ferocity pleased her, and she fell into step beside him, matching his pace with ease.

The cool October air was bracing after the sweaty confines of the office. They set a good pace as they walked across the campus and into the city.