This story was written for the 2024 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:
"So, Mr. Valles," she said, after she'd released my shaft from her lips to brush back her dark, wavy hair, "Is this what you expected when you saw me come in, the first day of class?" She put her lips back onto me and waited for an answer.
I sat in my chair in the classroom, alone except for the coed who knelt between my legs. "Expected? I'm not a movie star. Hoped. Dreamed." And fantasized during this and every 90-minute evening class, with her eyes always on me.
"I knew I'd be doing this the moment I set eyes on you," she said.
"Really?"
"I admire your work. Super-hot. I figured that if you looked half as cool as the photo in your book, I'd want to do it. And when you gave me that look when I walked in . . . I knew." That confession finished, she returned her mouth to a more intimate form of communication. She had me straining and grunting in seconds and kept me there long enough that I was no longer in control. She teased me, making me wonder with a series of luscious sucks if one of them would be my last.
It was, but not because I'd spurted my load all over her delightful mouth. She stopped, making me jerk. "You praised my writing," she said. "Were you just bullshitting me to get between my lips?"
"Not at all. It's the other way around. Your writing is smoking hot. I knew that if you could be so hot using your tongue in that way, then using your tongue
this
way—" I took a handful of her hair and ran her mouth up and down on my cockhead— "I knew that the real thing would be even hotter."
I was rewarded for the compliment with some enthusiastic fellatio, almost painful in its intensity. She didn't waste time breathing and had to come up for air. I appreciated her spontaneity and devotion.
"But it's time for you to take your passion to the next level."
