He Had to Say Goodbye

His cum dripped out of me, making my thighs sticky, he was supposed to be my mentor, yet he fucked me wildly with reckless abandon. I walked back to my dorm room, my short skirt barely covering anything and heels in hand. The cold air felt good against my skin. Was supposed to feel bad that we were having an affair? That I was the other woman?

When I finally got back to my dorm room, I looked down at my phone and I saw his text "I hope you got back okay. Please let me know," He put us both at risk. Risk of his wife knowing. Risk of getting us both kicked out. A student teacher relationship isn't wise, but he has a big cock, and I loved being his good girl-a cum slut for him. He was more of a man than any guy on campus, filling me with his seed, fulfilling my needs and desires. I remember the first time we met; he wanted me despite our age gap of twenty years. His muscles were heaven as I slid my hands over them, picking me up like I weighed nothing. Can this be over so I can stop torturing myself?

My roommate perks up from her bed as I enter the room,

"Victoria. Where have you been? Are you okay?" she said.

"I think so, just a late night," trying hard to sound tired.

"Must have been, who is the lucky man?" tilting her head to the side.

"I can't say, it was really just a one-time thing," I lied.

She shrugged and went back to watching her show. I took a shower and fell asleep. I really needed to stop relying on him to fulfill my needs.

****

The next morning, he calls me, "What are you doing this weekend?" he asks

"Nothing, just studying. I know we're supposed to go over my lab work this morning," I was short with him. I think he sensed something was off with me.

"Yeah, just meet me in my office, can we talk?"

The dreaded words I hated to hear 'can we talk?', but he had a family, it would be better if he cut ties between us.

I gathered my things to head out the door, I said goodbye to my roommate and that I would see her tonight. I arrived at his office, afraid to go in, afraid I couldn't control myself. I turned the knob and there he was, sitting behind his desk.

"Sit down," he said.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I said sitting on the couch he just fucked me on less than twenty-four hours ago. I can still smell him.

"I have a new teaching job, so I will be moving away- Professor Holstrom will be your new mentor."

Professor Holstrom was slightly younger than Daniel, maybe he would use his power over me, the way I liked. I wondered what he smelled like, tasted like, how he fucked.

"Daniel, does it have-"

"No, nothing like that. It's okay, I'll miss you, but I just wanted to say goodbye Victoria," he said, 'I'll miss you', like he meant it.

I silently moved around his desk to where he sat, he stood up, towering over me. I could feel this was torture for him and... me. My eyes wide as I stared at him my fingers trembled, feeling how close he was, not sure if I could or how I should touch him. A hug would be anticlimactic, but safe. Instead, he crashed his lips to mine; His warm hands caressing my face, moving down exploring the curves of my neck and breasts.

I think we both felt the rise of guilt and regret, how easy it was to submit to each other. "We shouldn't be doing this... again," he said, ignoring his own conscience.

His mouth became eager, as he lifted me to sit on the desk. Hiking up my dress, to expose the pink flesh he loved so much. Dropping to his knees, he began devouring my pussy, the way someone craved cake or ice cream. My breath was heavy, becoming more and more shallow. At night no one was here but during the day I had to be quiet.

I can feel the first warm pulse of cum as I came against his mouth. "You taste so good," he said, his hot breath against my pussy.

"Fuck me, I need your cock inside me," I said.

He quickly unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. I wrapped my hand around it, guiding it towards my pussy. He rammed into me in one stroke, stretching me, fucking me hard and relentless. This is where he cums inside me without warning, without letting me completely finish. Was he like this with his wife?

His cum was warm and thick- I couldn't believe he had it in him to cum again. He wouldn't stop, using his cum to ease the friction. He ordered me to turn around and bend over, slapping my ass, "I love that you take me so well. I love how you let me fill you," he said.

The air became thick, so thick a knife couldn't cut it.

He entered me again from behind, my hands gripping the edges of his desk "don't stop-" I quietly cried out.

"Not anytime soon baby, I want to make you remember me."

Skin slapping against skin filled the silence, my pussy was becoming pleasurably sore. I looked back at him, the determination in his eyes to fill me again, sent my body on fire. I could hear the wet mess between my thighs, as he overfilled me.

"You make me feel young again," he rasped.

I wanted him to clean up his own mess, to lick it off my thighs, to taste the mess we made together. He pulled out of me, his cock glistening in the low light.

I got to my knees cleaning him off, I wish he could taste this, my tongue stroking down his length, encircling his bulbous tip. His cock twitched, "You like that, you like how I look you in the eye with your cock in my mouth," I said, staring up into his blue eyes.

"Yes, baby. I also love when you exposed your sweet pussy to me the first time, I met you," his breathing shallow, "the way you feel is incredible."

"I'm your perfect slut," I smirked.

"My perfect cum slut," he breathed.

He grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his cock into the back of my throat, I gagged. His thrusts were heavy, I could feel his cum drip out of me onto the floor, I began stroking my clit using his seed as lubricant. My body trembled as he came down my throat, hot and thick.

I loved being called his cum slut. Knowing this was Goodbye.