Grace had never enjoyed chemistry as a field of study. For some ridiculous reason, though, an extra couple of science credit hours were required for her Business Administration degree. So, having little to choose from and almost no experience in science, she chose chemistry as her final science course. Best get it out of the way now, while she was still a college sophomore, than have to worry about it next year or the year after.
She’d had to have a tutor the whole semester. Chemistry completely confused her. What the hell was an O2 and why didn’t they just call it oxygen, for Christ’s sake? Sodium Chloride? What the fuck was that? Just call it salt already, that’s what it is! She wanted to bang her head on her desk every time she had to learn some new abbreviation or chemical code or some such nonsense. Her tutor treated her like she should still be in high school: “You DID take science in high school, didn’t you? Did you pay attention at all?”
Ugh. She wanted to choke him. Snooty-ass brainiac dork who probably didn’t have any friends in high school and more than likely was still a virgin. Or at least that’s what she told herself, to make herself feel better. Sometimes she fantasized how much fun it would be to seduce him and fuck his brains out, just to show him a thing or two about what she really does know. But that was just a fantasy, and besides, she’d have to be dead before she fucked a nerdy guy like him.
Not at all like Ben, with whom she’d grown much closer since their first tryst together. Nothing romantic had developed, just a strengthening of their friendship and their shared bond, not to mention the sexual benefits they still enjoyed. Their after-class chats became longer and more often, and they had even begun calling each other late at night, after Monica and the kids had gone to bed. They were very discreet in class, though. Everyone knew they were friends, but no one knew the true extent of their student-teacher relationship.
So it happened, that one day after class they were talking as usual, chattering about nonsense the way friends can do.
“So my fucking chemistry tutor can pretty much bite my ass,” Grace was saying. “He thinks he’s big shit because he’s on student council.”
“You heard about the student council wanting to erect a statue in the front, right?” Ben offered.
“Yeah, something about a tribute to the founder of the school. It’s completely retarded,” Grace sneered.
“Why’s that?”
“Give me a break, Ben. Do you even know who the founder of the school is?”
He gave a long pause before breaking into a laugh. “No, I don’t.”
“Exactly. No one does! And they want to build a statue that everyone will look at and go, ‘Who the hell is that?’”
Ben laughed again. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of retarded.”
“See? I’m right again.”
He gave a lift to his eyebrows. “Right again, you say? What makes you think you’re ever right to begin with?”
“Bah!” she cried, going to kick him, but he dodged. “I was right when I started fucking you, wasn’t I?”
Suddenly he was right in her face, pressed against her, his hands holding her wrists behind her back. He was nuzzling her neck. “You’re damn right, you were,” he growled. “And you still have no idea how hard I get when you look at me the way you do during class.”
“Don’t I?” she whispered.
“You don’t see me get up from my desk when you’re wearing one of those skirts, do you?”
He had a point.
She was wearing one of those skirts today, and purposely at that, and he was right, he hadn’t moved from his desk since the beginning of class.
He went on, “I don’t move from that spot, I don’t want anyone to see the raging hard on I’m sporting thanks to you. You’re making my job very difficult, you know.” To punctuate, he pushed against her, grinding his rock-hard cock into her thigh.
“I’m such a bad girl,” she said, throwing a bit of a mocking tone into her voice.
“Damn right. And I think I need to punish you for it.”
A rush of blood filled her pussy, making it swell, and her clit hardened instantly. A trickle of wetness seeped out of her, her panties soaking it up. “Do I have to go to detention, professor?” she whispered.
He chuckled. “Get your ass in my office, right now. I’ll be there in a minute.” When she could only stare at him, he slapped her on the ass and yelled, “MOVE!”
She bolted to his office and shut the door. What did he have in mind for her? They had recently talked about secret dom/sub fantasies. Was he going to try those out? Her heart pounded and her pussy grew still wetter as she pondered the possibilities. She crossed the room to the little sofa and sat gingerly on the edge, staring at the door as if she could force him through it with her gaze. What was taking him so long? After a moment, she couldn’t stand it any more; she leaned back against the sofa, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and began to finger her hard little clit. She dipped her fingers in her hole for lubrication, and circled the tip of her finger around her clit. Jesus, she was hot. She hadn’t been this horny or this wet until she sat in Ben’s class, listening to him lecture, wishing he would get up and pace so she could check out his ass. But he didn’t get up, and it was because he was so hard, and he was hard because of her, and that only turned her on more. She doubled the speed of her assault on her clit, thinking she might cum before Ben arrived. Still holding her panties aside with her free hand, she managed to wiggle one of those fingers into her pussy, fingering herself while she jerked off her clit.
And this is the way Ben found her when he opened his office door: spread open on the sofa, rubbing her clit with one hand, and simultaneously holding aside her panties and fingering herself with the other. Talented girl, he thought.
She jerked her eyes open and froze when she heard the door. He’d caught her! She felt the color rush to her face. No one had ever seen her masturbate before.
He smiled. He understood the vulnerability she had to be feeling, and wasn’t going to use that to his dominant advantage. “Don’t stop,” he said gently. “You look beautiful.”
Slowly her tension faded and her focus on her pussy returned. She kept her eyes on Ben, who kept his eyes fixed to her. She wormed her finger deeper inside her, marveling at how much wetter she’d gotten since Ben came in, and continued massaging her clit. This would be so much easier with a vibrator, she thought, but her hands would do for now, as Ben seemed to be enjoying the show very much. He was rubbing his cock through his wrinkle-free khakis, the erection visible under his hand. After a minute he unzipped his pants and took his cock out, stroking it firmly, watching her all the while.
The sight of him leaned against the door with his cheeks flushed, his eyes fixed on her dripping pussy, fondling his own cock, made her that much wetter, and she sped up her strokes on her clit even more. For some reason she couldn’t quite understand, she loved the way he looked jerking himself off. It made her want to cum for him, really give him something he could get off on. She removed her hands from her pussy only long enough to slip her panties completely off, spreading her legs even wider now, and shoving three fingers inside herself, rubbing her clit furiously. He stroked his dick a little faster as she went, having no intention of cumming just yet, but being too turned on to do anything else.
Suddenly her breath quickened, and she muttered, “Oh my god…”
“That’s it, Grace…Let me see you get yourself off…Show me what a horny little bitch you are…”
She absolutely loved the tone of his voice when he talked to her like that! It was enough to send her over the edge, the orgasm seizing her firmly as she cried out.
“Ooooh, yeah…That looks great, baby…” Ben’s mouth literally watered as he watched her buck her hips under her own touch, her face reddened by her orgasm. “Beautiful.”
She recovered slowly, opening her eyes to see him smiling at her, still stroking his cock. “I’ve…never done that before…” she whispered.
“I know. I could tell. You were so surprised when I came in, like you’d…well, like you’d been caught masturbating!” They both laughed. “But you looked so hot, Grace, I swear. I’m so hard right now I’d probably break a window if I ran into it.”
She threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, both items falling to the floor. “Why don’t you bring that big hard cock over here?”
He crossed the room, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants as he did so. He stepped out of his pants as he reached the sofa, towering over her. She pulled him forward until he was leaning over the couch, supporting his weight with his hands on the back of the sofa. She nibbled him hungrily all over, from his neck to his nipples, down his stomach to his cock. She twirled her tongue around the end of his cock, and he let out a long, low moan. Encouraged by this, she ran her tongue all the way down his cock in a spiral, bringing more sounds of pleasure out of him.
Suddenly a better idea occurred to her; she lifted up a little and placed his cock firmly between her breasts, squeezing them together, perfectly nestling it. “Oh holy god,” he whispered.
“Fuck them,” she begged. “Fuck those pretty little tits.”
He didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting his cock in its envelope of tits, and she bent her face down to catch the head of his cock in her mouth. The feel of her mouth on the end of his dick after its traveling through the tunnel of her cleavage was such a sensation-change, it brought him more quickly to the edge – too quick for his liking, but he wasn’t about to stop or slow down. This was simply too good.
“Couldn’t wait, could you,” he whispered to her. “You couldn’t wait for me to come get you, you had to start playing with your pussy as soon as you were alone, didn’t you?” She moaned and nodded, her mouth closing over his cockhead. “You’re such a horny little slut, and I love that about you…” He felt the orgasm building, his breath quickening. “You ready for a big load shot all over you, little cumslut?” he grunted, and before she could think about answering, he had pulled back far enough to take his cock in his hand again, and jerk himself to the finish, shooting his thick juice in spurts on her breasts, her cheeks, her chin. She held her mouth open for it, catching what she could, licking the rest from her fingers as she gathered it.
With a loud groan, he flopped onto the sofa next to her, sighing contently. “I love a good tit fucking,” he said, grinning at her.
She grinned back, leaning against him. "Was it that good?"
“You kidding? It was awesome. Especially that whole sucking on the end part. True porn-star quality, there.” He tossed his arms around her, gathering her to him. “But I was all prepared to be dominant and give you a spanking and everything, and seeing you like that when I walked in, I just totally forgot everything I’d planned, and got all wrapped up in watching you pleasure yourself. You see what you do, woman?”
She giggled, settling against him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He stroked her hair lightly, holding her close.
After a pause, she ventured, “You ever tell anyone about us?”
He pulled back to look down at her, his brow furrowed. “Who would I tell, Grace?”
“I don’t know…bar buddies…strip club buddies, that kind of thing, I guess.”
