âNow swallow itâI told her.
Dr. Virginia Patterson had just licked a big glob of my cum from the smooth shaven pussy of the beautiful coed sitting naked on my office couch.
Just watching her tongue lick the cum from off her lips, was enough to make even my softened cock twitch a bit. Damn, she looked sexy. For that matter, Traci Townsend, the leader of our freshman cheerleader squad, was gorgeous herself.
How I, at 56 years old, find myself in this ridiculously fortunate situation still amazes me. Oh, it may not last⊠it may even end badly for me, but for nowâŠâŠ it is all I could ever dream for.
It all started less than a week ago.
As a department head at a major mid-western university, it is not unusual for faculty members to come to me with their problems. But that day, as I watched the tears forming in Virginia Pattersonâs lovely eyes, I could not help but shift uncomfortably in my chair. Virginia, Dr. Patterson to her students, had always been totally professional but relaxed and friendly in all my dealings with her. To see her so obviously distressed was something of surprise, and it was disquieting.
Virginia is a talented classical singer with a fine academic background and a great rapport with her students. She is a tall, attractive woman in her mid-thirties who always wore tasteful but conservative clothing. I had met her husband at several faculty functions and was always impressed by the warm, affectionate and obvious loving relationship they appeared to have. I knew they had two beautiful young children, I had seen their pictures in her office. I suddenly felt chilled, almost afraid of what might be wrong in this quintessential family.
âDr. Woodâ she began in a shaky voice.
âYou know it is Al to you, Virginiaâ I interrupted with as much of a kind and soothing voice as I could muster.
âThank you DoctâŠ. Alâ, she smiled nervously, pausing to clear her throat.
âWhat is it Virginia?â I prompted, reaching across my desk and gently wrapping her hands, tightly wrapped together, in my own. I am sure I was subconsciously holding my breath from what she might say.
As Virginia struggled to regain her composure, her face began to redden even as a wiped a tear from her eye.
âIs it the family?â I said softly.
âOh no,â she said, her face suddenly brightening, âThey are fineâŠItâsâŠsomething elseâŠ. Itâs one of my studentsâŠ.â
I felt relieved. Problem students were a common issue around the place and I knew I was on safe ground. But why was she so upset?
âGo on,â I again prompted, this time a little more professionally.
âOh I donât how to say thisâŠ.â She blurted outâŠ.. She yanked her hands from me, stood up and turned around. I could see her neck turning progressively more crimson.
I also stood up and moved around to her. I gently took her in my arms. She turned and buried her head in my shoulder, letting loose a loud sob. We stood like this for minute as the sobs quieted until she gently pushed me away.
âOkay, I can do thisâ she said as much to herself as to me. She sat down again, and dabbed the tears from her eyes. I returned to the imposing turn of the 19th century âCattle Baronâsâ chair of which I was so proud.
She looked up at me and took a deep breath.
âDr Wood, do you know Traci Townsend?â she asked, her voice stronger.
âItâs Al, Virginia, and no, I donât think I do.â I thought, âShould I?â
âShe is a student in my Intro to Music Theory classâ Virginia explained.
âYesâŠ..âI encouraged.
âShe⊠she âŠ. she is blackmailing meâŠ., Dr. Woodâ Virginia began, âAnd I donât know what to do about itâ
I let her words sink in as I watched her shift in her seat, her face now beet red. Blackmailing a Music Department faculty member? What on earth could she possibly be blackmailing her about?
âGo on,âŠâ I said slowly. I was suddenly on a very foreign soil, even for a man with my experience.
âDr. Wood, I uhhhâŠâŠ. I write erotic literatureâŠâ she finally said, her eyes downcast.
My own face must have reddened as my own mind started racing with my own guilty thoughts. I had been contributing to Literotica for several years. I knew what I meant by erotic literature. But I wasnât sure what this demure, conservative women before me could possible mean by it.
âYes⊠and?â I said, finally recovering my voice.
âWell, I was in my office and I was chatting on line with another author⊠andâŠdo you know what that is, Dr. Wood?â
âYes, yes of course, VirginiaâŠ. go on..â I responded quite quickly. I wanted to know where this was going.
âWell⊠we⊠uhh I was âŠ.â Virginia tried to continue.
âYou were âŠ. What, Virginia?â I asked.
Still looking downward she mumbled something quietly.
âSpeak up, Virginia, I canât hear youâŠ..â I said a little more forcefully.
She raised her eyes and looking right at me said in voice loud enough to surprise us both âI was masturbating, Dr. Wood, I was masturbatingâ.
Now it was my turn to be speechless.
âSo was heâŠâŠ.â She continued.
âSo was who?â I asked, my mind now not thinking clearly.
âThe other author, Dr. Wood, he was masturbating too, on web camâ she said almost a little testily.
I quickly tried to re-assert myself.
âIn your office?â I asked. My face contorted incredulously. Of course, I myself had done exactly the same thing, albeit at home, the proceeding weekend. It suddenly seemed a very important distinction to make.
âIn your office?â I repeated.
âYes, in the office, I told you that alreadyâ she replied, almost snapping in annoyance.
âDr. Patterson, that is hardly appropriate behavior for the office.â I intoned. âWhat the hell were you thinking about, Virginia?â
Virginia hung her head, and murmured just loud enough for me to hear. âSex, Dr. Wood, I was thinking about sexâ.
As I stared at her, suddenly I was seeing Dr. Virginia Patterson in a whole new light. Now, I was thinking about sex, too.
âYes⊠soâŠ.. what happened?â I said evenly.
âTraci Townsend caught me, Dr. Wood, literally. With my pants downâ she said a slight smile at her lips at her own ironic humor.
My mind raced as I tried to picture what this lovely woman must have looked like. Sitting at her desk, her professional slacks down her long, lovely legs, and masturbating.
âGo onâ I said evenly, my cock beginning to stir.
âThatâs it!â she said. âThatâs what happened..â
âI mean what did she see? What did Traci say?â I inquired.
Virginia looked at me with something of a puzzled look on her face.
âVirginia, if I am going to help you, I have to know all the factsâ I patiently explained..
âYou.. you were wearing ⊠exactly what?â I asked, hoping that my building lust was not as obvious to her as it was to me. I had picked up a pen and was trying to take notes⊠I had only written âVirginiaâ and âTraci Townsendâ so far.
Virginia looked at me curiously but continued.
âI was wearing a suit, very much like this oneâ she said.
âAnd⊠you had lowered your pantsâŠâ I asked my throat now dry.
âI had removed themâ she quickly answered, her face turning red again.
âAnd your pantiesâŠ?â I again prompted.
âI wasnât wearing anyâ she said quickly. âDr Wood, is this necessary?â
âAbsolutely, Virginia, now please go one, I havenât got all dayâ I said, pretending to glance at my watch. I was not going to let anything else distract us, believe me.
âSo you ⊠wereâŠ.â I continued for her..
âMasturbatingâŠ.â She said. âYou know what Masturbating is, Dr. Wood?â
Her sarcastic tone was as obvious as the salacious aspect of my questions.
I slammed the pencil down on my desk and sat back in my chair.
âYes, Dr. Patterson, I know what Masturbation isâŠâ I said sternly. âIf you donât want my help, I will just turn this over to the Ethics committee and let them deal with it!â Virginiaâs face suddenly went from beet red to paste white. Her eyes were wide open in surprise and shock. She shook her head and looked down at her hands still folded on the desk in front of me.
âNo, Dr. Wood, I donât want that, IâŠI .. canât have thatâŠâ she said quietly, not looking at me. âIt would ruin everythingâŠâŠmy life, my careerâ
My voice softened and I again reached across the desk and gently took her hands.
âThen let me help you, Virginia⊠now please, go on with your storyâŠâ
âSo you were at your desk, you were still wearing your suit jacket and blouse.â I said glancing at her full breasts, barely held captive by the jacket she was wearing today.
âMy jacket was offâŠ. My blouse was openâŠâ Virginia murmured, still looking down.
âYour breasts exposed?â I asked. She nodded.
âSee, these are important details, Virginiaâ I said picking up my pencil again. âSo it was obvious what you were doingâŠâ
Virginia glanced up at me, briefly smiled to acknowledge what I was saying. âYes, Dr. Wood, I see, thank youâŠâ
I was glad she did. I smiled to myself at my own cleverness. I hadnât been made Head of the Department because I was stupid.
âSo you looked upâŠâ I prompted.
âI thought I had locked the door, I always do when I am chatting on lineâŠâ Her face again reddened as she realized the incriminating statement she had just made.
I couldnât help it. I looked at her with my eyes squinting and pretended to write this fact down. In reality, my mind was reeling in lust and my cock was definitely stiffening.
âBut not this time⊠â I added wryly.
âNoâŠnot this timeâŠâ she agreed looking down at her hands again.
âThat is when the flash went offâ she said.
Ooooh. A flash. This was getting good better.
âI looked up and there was Traci Townsend smiling at me, a small, fancy looking camera in her handsâ Virginia said.
âShe was smiling at me and said something like âŠâThat was good, I think I got both you and the guyâs cock on the screen in the pictureâŠâ I donât know.. I donât remember exactly.â
I didnât even know Traci and I was already beginning to like her.
âWhat was she wearing? â I asked, the irrelevance of the question even apparent to me as I tried to picture the scene in my fevered brain.
Virginia looked a little surprised and answered âI donât know⊠no, no.. I do know. She was wearing a short top and low cut jeansâŠand thong panties.â It was still warm at the campus and the scenery was frequently delectable.