Of course, I noticed she was hot. Every straight male in my Criminal Justice graduate class noticed. Mrs. Johnson was the professor’s assistant. And the professor was her husband. Her shirt strained to stay buttoned against her voluptuous chest. Her dark hair fell in long waves, with long bangs side-swept across her beautiful face. Fake eyelashes donned her eyelids, adding to her sultry appearance. I struggled to avert my eyes from her huge tits whenever she leaned in to talk to me. Every male tried and failed to hold back their hard-on in class. It was like high school all over again for me. Damn, she was hot.
I fantasized about her often. Maybe that is why I didn’t really read too much into it when I caught her looking at me often. I figured it was just wishful thinking on my part. I was good-sized at 6’1″, played rugby, so was in good shape. But Mr. Johnson was bigger at 6’4″ and always carried a hard-to-read expression. You know, men always size up their competition. I sized him up and found him a little intimidating. Sitting in class, I often thought about fucking her and her husband finding out. What would his face look like then? Not gonna lie; right or wrong, this thought turned me on.
“That’s it for today,” Mr. Johnson said, closing his book.
As everyone left their seats, Mrs. Johnson called to me, “Alec, would you mind staying behind for a few minutes?”
Her husband didn’t seem to notice her request and continued to gather his belongings at his desk.
“Sure,” I said, trying to play it cool. What could she want?
I walked towards her and she just silently stood there looking at me. She glanced over at her husband and watched him packing up. It was an awkward few minutes.
“Bye, darling,” he said, kissing his wife on the cheek. Then, he shot me a look I couldn’t quite decipher.
Mrs. Johnson stayed still until he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Alec, do you know why I wanted you to stay?” she said in her sultry voice, leaning forward to where our faces were just a few inches apart and putting her hands on my shoulders.
“No, I don’t,” I replied, shocked by her touch. What if Mr. Johnson walked back in?
“Mr. Johnson is not happy with your test scores and would like me to help you study for the final exam. He thinks you can do better. Can you do better, Alec?”
“I mean, I guess so. A little tutoring would probably help. How much do you charge?”
As she reached up to stroke my cheek, she said smiling, “I think we can come to an arrangement suitable to us both.”
What does that mean?
“Okay. Thank you,” I answered, feeling excited.
“Let’s get started then,” she said.
She led me over to a desk and we sat down. As she went over the material with me she was constantly touching me. Her hand would stroke my leg, rub across my back, and stroke my neck. Of course, I grew hard as a rock. Of course, I wanted to fuck her. What to do. What to do. It was dangerous to make an unwanted advance on your teacher. But, wasn’t she wanting it? So, I tried to think of a clever way to address this situation.
“So, how can I make this up to you?” I asked making sure to make eye contact.
She took my hand and put it under her skirt on her crotch. WHAT!! This was all the invitation I needed. My free hand pulled her head in to kiss her red lips, while my other hand rubbed her already wet pussy. Of course, she wasn’t wearing panties. I had often wondered. I inserted a finger and was finger-fucking her as she kissed me harder. We were both all over each pretty quickly, hands roaming, wildly kissing. She was a hot box for sure. She reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Then, she stood up and bent forward over the desk.
“Fuck me, Alec” she ordered looking over her shoulder at me, passion written all over her face.
She was gripping the desk as I entered her from behind. There was no taking it slow. We were both too excited. I flipped up her skirt so I could see her tight ass and plunged my cock inside her. Holding her in place, I fucked her deep and hard. It didn’t matter that someone could walk in at any moment. The desk was scooting forward with each thrust, making a screeching sound. Nothing would stop us. I was fucking her like a wild animal. I lasted longer than I thought and then released into her.
“Yes, Alec! Come inside me!” she screamed as I was releasing.
When I pulled out she flipped around and hopped on the desk with legs spread before me. She pushed my shoulders down to where I was sitting in the chair in front of her. I knew what she wanted. I ate her out. Still caught up in the wild fuck we just had, I roughly licked her and in a few minutes, she was having her orgasm. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders leaving marks.
When she caught her breath, she stood up, pulled down her skirt, and simply, calmly said, “Goodbye, Alec.” Then, she walked out the door.
I was left dumbfounded. What just happened? Not a word from her about what we had just done. She just walked out like nothing had happened.
A few weeks went by and not a word from Mrs. Johnson. Not even a glance. It was just like the whole thing never happened. She had enjoyed me fucking her. I knew it. So, what was her deal?
“Alec, please stay after class,” Mrs. Johnson said, surprising me one day.
I had been hoping for this. Every time I had seen her, I visualized her bent over that desk. I saw her tight ass and me pounding it. The other students filed out, and I walked to her at the front of the class. This time, Mr. Johnson wasn’t packing up his things. He was just staring at me with that same unreadable look on his face. Then, he walked over and shut the door and walked back to us.
“I believe my wife was tutoring you. Let’s get started,” he said unemotionally.
“OoooK,” I said confused. I glanced at Mrs. Johnson, but she wasn’t giving me any signs of anything.
She led me to our “fuck desk” again and we started talking about the lesson. This was so awkward. I was very uncomfortable with her husband in the room and us studying at the desk I had fucked her on just weeks ago. After studying for a while, her hand slid to my thigh and I looked over to see Mr. Johnson watching. I pushed her hand back and stood up.
“Well, that’s probably enough. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, for your help,” I said nervously smiling, walking towards the door.
Mr. Johnson walked out from behind his desk and said, “Wait. Don’t you owe my wife something?”
Shocked I replied, “Oh, yes. How much do I owe you?” What the fuck? I didn’t have any money with me.
“I believe she found your last payment agreeable, and enjoyable even,” Mr. Johnson said calmly.
“Uhhh. I’m not sure what you are talking about,” I stammered searching Mrs. Johnson’s face for some sign of what was happening.
“I have some papers to grade, so go ahead and pay her and then you can leave,” he said.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What is going on here?
I guess Mrs. Johnson figured I was never going to move in this situation, so she stood up, removed her skirt, AGAIN NO PANTIES, and walked over to me. Mr. Johnson sat back down at his desk with that same expressionless look on his face. What the fuck??
“I can’t do this!” I whispered to her. “Not in front of him. Doesn’t he care?”
She pulled my face down and kissed me and grabbed my cock and squeezed through my pants. God, she was hot. I couldn’t say no as this hot, hot woman had a hold of my cock. I blocked out Mr. Johnson, and pulled her in close and grabbed her round, firm ass. She unbuttoned my pants and I pulled them open. This time she sat me in the chair with my back to her husband. She climbed onto my lap and I pushed inside her. She was looking over my shoulder at him, I just knew it. But, God, she felt good, so I went with it. As she bounced up and down on my hard cock, I was rubbing her clitoris with my thumb as she squealed loudly, too loudly. She was gasping and calling out my name.
“I want to fuck harder,” she pleaded. I lifted her off me and bent her over the desk again. We were both facing her husband. I didn’t want to look but glanced up as I pushed inside his wife. Again, his face was unreadable. His eyes moved from me to his wife.
“Alec, harder! Fuck me harder!” she screamed.
I held her ass and pounded her pussy as hard as I could. We were both moaning with each thrust, We fucked and fucked and then she screamed out her orgasm. I spilled my cum very quickly afterward.
After I pulled out, she calmly stood up, walked over and put on her skirt, as I buttoned my pants.
“That’s all for today, Alec,” Mr. Johnson said, as he rose from his chair.
What the fuck just happened? I didn’t dare look at Mrs. Johnson; I just grabbed my stuff and walked out the door. It was the longest walk ever to the door as I felt their eyes upon me.
Neither of them ever spoke to me again in class and I got an ‘A’ on my final exam. What did I learn from this? Different people have different sexual fantasies, and people can constantly surprise you. And you can never truly know what you will do in a sexual situation until you are in that situation.
