23 year-old Jake McInnes rhythmically hammered his cock into the 54 year-old woman. His massive cock had already brought her to three orgasms and she was on the brink of a fourth.
"Oh, God, love," she panted. "You are so good at this...do you have any idea how good you are?"
Actually, Jake had a very good idea of how good he was at "this". He had been making close to $3000 a week for the past nine months doing "this".
"Getting close, babe," Jake said. "Where do you want it? On your tits? On your face? Up your tight, married pussy?"
Hearing that, the woman came hard. She grabbed Jake's tight ass and drew him even further into her.
"In my pussy, love! Shoot your seed into my married cunt!"
With a savage growl, Jake erupted, sending stream after stream of his potent seed into her womb. Gasping for breath, he collapsed onto the woman. She cradled him in her arms, rubbing and kissing him. After several minutes of this, he arose.
"Gotta take a shower and go, babe," Jake said.
The woman watched as he walked into her bathroom. As always, she thrilled at what she saw. First, the overall package: 6' 3" and 185 pounds of lean, corded muscle. Smooth, supple shoulders. Powerful thighs and well-defined calves. And his ass! Tight and muscular. She loved that ass...
Five minutes passed and Jake emerged from the bathroom. Now she took in the front of him. A tight, muscular chest. Six-pack abs. And there, in all its glory, was his magnificent cock. Half-hard, as it usually was, he had close to six inches of meat. Fully erect he was close to nine. The woman had become addicted to that cock.
As Jake was dressing, she asked him, almost whimpering, "When will I see you again, my love?"
Jake turned to her and grinned. "Your regular Tuesdays and Thursdays, babe."
"Can't I have you more often than that?"
"If one of my other regulars cancels, I'll let you know."
The "regulars" reference hurt a bit, although she knew it shouldn't. She knew that Jake had other women, but it was her fantasy that she alone belonged to him.
She walked him to the door, kissed him, and slid an envelope into the front of his pants, giving his cock a squeeze.
"Thanks, babe. Later," Jake said.
As he walked to his car, Jake pulled the envelope out of his pants. There was no need to see what was inside it, nor did he particularly care. He would fuck this woman for free. As Jake drove to his condo in Cambridge, he thought back to what had brought him here...
NINE MONTHS EARLIER
Jake stood at the reception for first-year students in the combined law and public policy program in which he was enrolled. His eyes gazed over the crowd, taking in his fellow students and other guests. A hand touched his elbow and he turned.
"Are you a new student here?" a woman asked. She appeared to be in her early 40s. She had wavy salt and pepper hair, sharp cheekbones, and gray eyes that looked at him through trendy eyeglasses.
"Yes, ma'am, I am," replied Jake.
"Wow—the men have gotten a lot better looking since I was a student here," she said. "I'm Andi Friedman," she said, offering her hand.
Jake was a bit taken aback by her forwardness. Who was this woman? He took a closer look at her. She was of medium height, perhaps 5' 6". She was slender, and, though she was dressed in a business suit, he could tell that she had a tight little body.
"Jake McInnes," he said, taking her hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Jake McInnes," Andi replied, coolly appraising him from head to toe. "Would you be a sweetheart and get me a drink? I'd like to talk to you. I'll be over there where it's a little more private," she said, indicating a dim corner of the reception area.
"Sure, Andi—what can I get you?"
"White wine would be perfect."
Jake made his way to the bar. He knew where this was going. He knew what she wanted. He'd known what women wanted from him since he was 14 years old and had been seduced by his mother's best friend. He'd wait her out awhile, to see how she wanted to play it. He'd let her think that she was in charge.
He returned to where Andi sat, in a little alcove with two comfortable chairs. He handed her her wine and sat down with his Stoli on the rocks.
"You're sweet," Andi said. "I can use this wine."
"Andi," Jake said, "You more or less told me that you're an alum. Is that why you're here?"
"Well, yes, I am an alum, but I'm also President of the Board of Trustees. I come to as many school functions as I can, if only to reassure myself that we're still getting, and educating, the best of the best."
"I hope I can fulfill your expectations...I'm a bit nervous about the course load and how hard it going to be," Jake admitted.
Andi glanced around and leaned closer to Jake. "I'll tell you something, Jake," she said, "and I'm trusting you to keep it to yourself. The toughest thing about this program is getting into it. You'll have no trouble here."
Jake was visibly relieved. "So what have you been doing since you graduated?" he asked.
"Oh, a variety of things—I started out in government, moved to the private sector, made a killing, and then retired two years ago. I do occasional consulting now, and the school takes up some of my time."
"You retired at, what, 38 or 39?" Jake asked incredulously.
Andi leaned forward.and placed her hand on Jake's knee. "You're absolutely adorable, baby. And thank you for the compliment. Actually, I'm 52."
"No fucking way...oops, sorry," said Jake. "You sure don't look it."
Andi did not remove her hand from Jake's knee. Instead she slid it a little farther up his thigh. The angle of the chairs concealed this from the rest of the room.
