Sex that is forced or reluctant in reality can be frightening and traumatic to say the least. In that otherworld of fantasy and fiction however, it can often be hot, sensual and exciting. That having been said, please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. This story deals with an older, experienced man whose lust and desire for a young graduate student leads him to find sexual fulfillment in an unconventional and non-consensual way.
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My name is Dr. Matthew Dorhring. Samantha's father and I met almost 25 years ago while working as teaching assistants at the same institution where I am now a tenured professor. A few years ago, I took a sabbatical from the university during which I traveled and lived in different parts of the world and had missed seeing Samantha develop from child to adolescent. It wasn't until just before Samantha's high school graduation that I moved back to the states, and for the first time saw how beautifully she had grown and transitioned from a gangly adolescent into a nubile, sexy young woman, eager for life and new experiences.
Two years ago, I returned to teaching at the university. I had easily settled back into professorial life and duties, and now, after years of waiting, my dream has finally come true. As of this past semester, Samantha has begun her graduate studies here; and I have begun to know her . . . intimately.
No, she was no longer a little girl; Samantha had blossomed into a very attractive and sexually desirable woman. Sam had let her wavy auburn hair grow past her shoulders, and I loved to tangle my hands in it when she sucked me. Her firm high breasts would become erect at the slightest provocation; sometimes when she was on display beneath me, I would caress and play with her beautiful dusky pink nipples as her long, lean legs encircled my waist. She had grown into a striking beauty whose full womanly hips, and soft, smooth-shaven mons begged to be kissed and licked.
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Just seeing her walking on campus, even at a distance, was enough to get me hard and begin fantasizing about fucking her in every way I could think of. I knew the fantasizing was becoming obsessive; then one night I awoke from a dream covered in a cold sweat, with an erection so hard it hurt.
I had dreamt I was in a dimly lit room in the middle of which, bent over an old ornate desk was Samantha. I walked to the desk and discovered that she was paging through a large, leather bound photo album. The album was full of naked, salacious pictures of her posing, exhibiting herself, and engaging in various sexual activities. Coming up behind her, I caressed her ass, fully expecting her to pull away but was surprised to find her neither upset nor alarmed as I continued to touch, fondle and press myself against her. In my dream, her hair was loose, and sensually cascaded about her shoulders and she wore a white, lacy, very virginal looking dress that hugged her full, ripe woman's body. As she leaned on the desk absorbed in the album's contents, I lifted her dress up over her hips and pulled her thin, white panties down exposing her lovely ass; then unceremoniously pushed my hard dick deep into her.
I sensed it must have been uncomfortable for her at first, because she squirmed and tried to pull away. "Stop moving or I won't be able to get all of it inside your pussy . . . isn't that what you want?" I shouted at her.
She was so fucking warm and tight, I was afraid I was going to cum too quickly. When she suddenly closed the album and said, "Daddy will be mad if you get my dress dirty," I froze in surprise.
Recovering, I laughed nervously, telling her, "Don't worry, I'll be careful, but you must be still."
Reassured, she stood there silently obedient while I fucked her with abandon. I came, and with a satisfied grunt pulled out of her, and wiped my cum covered cock on her beautiful white dress. As I left the room I looked back and saw that she remained where I had left her . . . bent over the old ornate desk; only now she had my thick, white cum slowly dripping out of her well used pussy.
I lay in bed the next morning, recalling my dream and becoming very aroused. I began to plot how to actually, finally, fuck Samantha and make my fantasy come true.
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We were both excited and looking forward to my being the advisor for her graduate project. We had a regular appointment to meet each Thursday during which we'd discuss her project over a cup of tea and I would get to know her better.
On one particular afternoon, I sat across the office at my desk, matter-of-factly confirming our appointment for the following week, and chuckled inwardly while chiding her about daydreaming during our session.
"Me, daydreaming?" she asked.
"Well, regardless of whether you were daydreaming or sleeping, you definitely were not mentally here this afternoon," I responded. "You're going to need to stay focused and that may mean cutting down on the late night sex with your boyfriend."
I observed a flicker of confusion pass over her face as she gathered up her things and gave me a chaste peck on the cheek before departing. I walked over to the window and watched her cross the parking lot and get into her car. Amused by her confusion, I found I enjoyed the game I was playing with her subconscious thoughts, almost as much as I enjoyed fucking her. Yet, as I thought back on our session, I made a mental note to be more careful with her, physically. While dressing her I had discovered the beginnings of a bruise on her breast where I had bitten her as I sucked her tits. Hopefully, she would just assume that it was the result of a little rough sex with her . . . boyfriend.
Over the following weeks, our meetings progressed as usual, typically beginning with my preparing tea for the both of us. While pretending to review a section of her thesis, I'd surreptitiously watch her as she sipped her tea. When finally, I saw her drop her notes onto the floor and lean her head against the back of the sofa, I'd stand up and call her name as I walked towards her.
"Sam . . . Samantha? Sam, are you alright, can you hear me?" I called, and as expected, there was no response. Though it was the middle of the afternoon, once the drapes were drawn the room became quiet and dim. I helped her stand and removed her panties before walking her to my desk and positioning her on her back. There was no struggle, no serious resistance; she appeared to be in a fuzzy semi-conscious state, oblivious to what was happening around her. My cock was throbbing now; I unzipped and freed it. I maneuvered her ass so it was at the edge of the desk, bent down between her legs, and buried my face in her warm, moist fragrance. With my hands on the smooth, pale skin of her inner thighs, I pressed her legs open and hungrily tongued and licked her.
"Oh god yessss, oh yes," she said so faintly, so haltingly I could barely understand her words.
When I started sucking her clit she moaned and sighed softly. I could feel her clit getting swollen and warm, and then without intentionally meaning to or expecting to, my beautiful girl came hard and wet, as her juices gushed into my mouth and an exquisite orgasm swept over her. Afterwards she laid there, eyelids fluttering as her breathing calmed. I slipped my hard, dripping cock into her, and pounded her mercilessly until overcome with my own orgasm.
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I helped her onto the sofa, and covered her with a light blanket, having decided to let her sleep off the lingering effects of the tea. When she started to come out of her sleep, my office was quiet and dark, except for the glow of the campus streetlights outside. I heard her stirring and came into the room.
"How are you feeling, Sam?" I asked as she struggled briefly with the blanket, and then heavily swung her legs off the sofa and she sat up.
"Just a little groggy," she said, "but I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"You must have been exhausted. I hope you don't mind, but I was concerned and so I decided to let you stay and rest here in my office before driving home." She sat quietly for a few minutes, still a little out of it and I found myself wishing for a more accurate way to gauge the potency of the tea. It had become obvious that sometimes she would remain unconscious during her visit and would remember nothing at all, while at other times she appeared to be semi-aware while I was having sex with her but still did not seem to remember anything afterwards.