"Ohhh, myyy God...Jude, ohhh you're sooo hard, mmmmm, sooo big... I'm... I'm ughh, CUUUMMMING!." Tracy Baker's eyes rolled back and moaned loudly as Jude kept pounding his latest conquest--his history professor!
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Jude was a consummate alpha stud who bedded more women in a year than most men had in a lifetime. While just 28, Jude was much older and vastly more experienced than other college sophomores, but still at least 10 years younger than his history professor.
Ignoring the advice of his parents who he considered elite New England snobs, Jude had enlisted in the Marines after high school and seemed to thrive in all things physical, including sex. Dark haired, sharp blue eyes, handsome face and 6ft 2 inches tall, Jude had been a walking recruiting poster. His 215 pounds of hard, lean muscle filled out his crisp uniform. He earned himself elite status both as a marine and as a prodigious womanizer.
Jude's dominant and sexy swagger led to so many wild encounters that his fellow marines treated him as a modern-day folk hero stud. After 8 years of distinguished service, however, Jude decided to try civilian life, and was now using the GI bill's education benefits to earn a history degree. He let his dark hair grow out, and found himself frequently skipping the morning shave which accentuated his square jawline, cementing his virile, bad-boy image.
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His 9 inch cock was jack hammering Professor Baker who was on all fours and soaking from her second monumental orgasm. Jude loved taking women, and had high physical standards for himself. He also liked to pace his fucks and enjoyed exercising his stamina until he decided it was time to climax, which he considered level six on his own secret fuck scale. Most of all, he loved to verbally and physically dominate his partners into submission.
Professor Baker was no exception. He bitch-slapped her ass repeatedly, earning loud yelps in response, then grabbed a lock of her soft brown hair and pulled her upwards, thrusting his cock into a grinding mode, and whispered into her ear, "Your cunt is on fire..ohhh Babe, yeah... you're just leaking for my cock, aren't ya? Yeah, don't you worry, I'll fuck your pretty brains out, cuz that's what you wanted, you need me to plow your sweet pussy, isn't that right, Baby?"
He slapped her roughly again. She squealled and submissively moaned, "Yes, yes...yes fuck me, ohh God, ohhhh...Jude...mmm."
Jude expertly assessed she was close to another orgasm which also heightened his arousal. He gauged himself to be on level four. He pulled his cock out, effortlessly lifted her curvaceous and fit body, then muscled her into a full missionary position. She submissively spread her legs below his ripped and sweating physique. Kneeling over her, he used his thick cock to tease his prey. Slapping his meat against her clit, he looked into her partially closed eyes. His dominant attitude and deep voice exerted total control over Professor Baker who just days before had attempted to humiliate him during one of her class lectures.
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Professor Baker stood tall, in sexy black pumps in front of her virgin whiteboard with arm raised and hand poised with a blue marker, wearing a plunging red blouse and stylish black, hip hugging slacks. She turned from the whiteboard to address the class, and frequently called on Jude. He suspected she was attracted to him, although she never attempted small talk before or after lectures.
"Jude, what prominent socio-political forces led to the rise of the imperial empire of Japan, according to Turner?" She was referring to last week's reading assignment.
Jude almost smiled, and was tempted to verbalize what he was thinking--that the professor had delicious prominent tits and an imperial ass!
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and knew all eyes were turned in his direction. He cleared his throat, tapped his pen on his notebook, then answered, "Well, Turner's article made the case that the political elites known as the samurai pushed the country towards nationalism in the late 19th century."
With a slight frown, Professor Baker sighed and said, "For a marine, that's an almost satisfactory answer, but in a college classroom I was hoping you'd mention the effects of Western trade and unfair treaties. Turner argued this exploitation ushered in a new era of nationalism which led to a powerful miltary force in the 20th century." She smirked briefly, them turned to the whiteboard and made a couple annotations.
Now a bit pissed off, Jude retorted, "Yeah, they had a good run for a while, but after Pearl Harbor it didn't take long for the Marines to pound their imperial asses back to the 19th century so our colleges could have safe spaces for smug lectures." There was an immediate eruption of laughter and a couple frat boys behind Jude started to golf clap.
Professor Baker wasn't amused. She walked slowly towards Jude's side of the lecture hall and in a quiet voice said, "I'm not sure you appreciate how class participation grading works. Remarks like that can pull down one's grade, sometimes into failure territory." There was more laughter and Jude heard one nerd whisper, "Ohhh, that's gotta burn."
Jude decided at that moment Professor Baker would be his next conquest.
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"You still want this cock, Professor? Grab my shaft...go ahead, be a good girl and guide my cock into that hot, wet pussy." Professor Baker's petite hand reached for Jude's cock, wrapping her dainty fingers partially around its magnificent girth. For good measure Jude pulsed his cock, causing a soft gasp from the out-of-breath professor. Holding his throbbing cock as steady as possible, Professor Baker adjusted its angle and moved her hips forward, willing her alpha student to re-enter her dripping cunt.
She released her grip as Jude lowered himself and pressed his muscular, defined chest against her luscious breasts, his large hands reached for her wrists, pressing them down, and moved his mouth to hers and began kissing her quivering lips while his rock hard cock advanced into its wet target. She gasped as his pressure and fullness caused her to melt away in a stupor of sexual euphoria. Jude started grinding and pumping, his mouth smothering hers, exhalting in her grunts as he pounded her womanhood. "Ohhh Babe, you are sooo hot, yeah this pussy's making me sooo fuckin hard...yeah Baby you're close aren't you, yeah I can tell you're close. How's my class participation now?"
Jude's pace quickened as her breaths got shorter, knowing he controlled the rhythm with his thrusts. His verbal taunts were nonstop, "Babe, you're going to have another Jude-gasm, your pussy is almost there isn't it? Ohhh, fuuuck...yeah I'm close too, Baby...yeah, ohh yeah, I can feel your sweet pussy hugging my big cock, yeah, I know you need this cock Babe as much as I need your pussy...oohhh, fuuck, Babe...yeah your hot cunt is ready" Jude had been thrusting rapidly and steadily and he sensed he'd reached level five on his six-point scale. His forceful thrusts and dominant taunts overwhelmed the professor.
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Jude scouted the staff parking lot and waited patiently for Professor Baker, hidden by large shrubs adjacent to the lot. He spotted her 20 minutes later, walking quickly to her car while talking on her cell phone. Jude took note of her car and smiled to himself. The following day he waited again, this time in his truck which he parked at the far side of the staff lot, ready to follow the professor, or ready to abort his plan if a parking attendant discovered his illegal use of the staff lot.
Almost two hours ticked by. Then the professor made her way to her vehicle, wearing tight jeans today and a white blouse. As she pulled out of the lot, Jude followed from a distance. She stopped briefly in front of an English department building. A couple weeks earlier, Jude had overheard two girls in his history class giggling about the professor's cute boyfriend, and he noticed a thirty something man approach her car. He was sandy haired, thin and clean shaven, probably about 5 ft 10 inches tall, wearing an expensive looking suit. He entered the passenger side and leaned over to kiss the professor. Jude concluded this was, indeed, the boyfriend
He followed their car to a popular off-campus cafe where they parked and entered the building. Jude took note of the time and suspected they were having lunch together. He waited several minutes and smiled when another parking spot became vacant on the other side of the professor's car, two rows down. He drove around and maneuvered into the vacant spot knowing this area wasn't visible to the cafe's dining room. Jude felt emboldened to execute his plan, even though he hadn't considered the boyfriend. No matter, his military training taught him to improvise when plans didn't go as expected.
After making sure the coast was clear, he slipped out of his truck with a backpack, crouched below the door frame to remain out of sight, and frog walked to Professor Baker's car. He removed the valve cover of the front passenger tire and depressed the stem. The burst of air was loud but didn't draw anyone's attention, and 30 seconds later the tire was flat. He then grabbed a tire wrench and forcefully torqued two of five nuts, improving the odds that whoever attempted to change the tire would be frustrated.
He frog-walked back to his car, then drove around the block and parked on the street opposite the cafe where he could still see the professor's car. Twenty minutes later the couple left the restaurant and got into the car. They didn't notice the flat tire until Professor Baker attempted to back out of the parking space. The reverse lights turned off, indicating the car's gear was placed back into park. The boyfriend got out first and noticed the flat tire, then yelled to Professor Baker who was exiting her side of the car. Jude couldn't hear what he was saying, but suspected he was cussing up a storm.
Jude got out of his truck, walked towards the cafe on the pretense he was making a lunch run and sauntered past the disabled car and acted surprised when approaching the couple, "Professor Baker? Is there something wrong with your car?." The boyfriend was on his phone, probably calling a tow truck, making Jude ecstatic.
"Oh, hello Jude, no the car is fine, it's just a flat tire and Professor Farrell is calling an auto service."
"Well, I was only on my way to lunch, and don't mind lending a hand."
Professor Farrell sounded agitated with the person he had been speaking to, "I've got a class in 30 minutes, are you sure you can't get a truck here sooner?"
