Caroline is in bed, peering out from under the duvet where she’s pretending to be asleep. On the other side of the room, Lauren moans into a pillow as a guy thrusts in and out of her from behind. Her ass is tight and toned, thanks to all those Pilates classes, and her small, pert breasts bounce as he fucks her, working up a sweat, balls slapping hypnotically against her.

Caroline recognizes him from her statistics class: a basketball player who is kind and outgoing. She’s impressed by his muscular physique, nicely complemented by a thick cock and a tan, chiselled ass. Caroline’s panties are nearly soaked through, and as Lauren moans louder, she pulls them to the side and slips the handle of a hairbrush inside. When she and Lauren met freshman year, she had not anticipated masturbating to the sight and sounds of this lively, athletic blonde girl having sex. But Lauren gets turned on by Caroline’s presence in the room, and Caroline likes to imagine how they would react if she suddenly pulled back the duvet and pleasured herself in the open while they fucked. Maybe next time she will.

Lauren leans forward, letting his cock slide out of her, and lays him down on the bed. She swings her leg over, mounting his face in a 69 position. She really is getting adventurous these days. He grabs her round ass cheeks, spreads them apart, and runs his tongue roughly along her open slit while she takes his tip into her mouth.

Caroline’s own mouth is watering at the thought of tasting his cock, saturated with Lauren’s juices, pre-cum oozing from the tip. She works her clit faster with slippery fingers, pumping the brush with her other hand.

He starts groaning with pleasure as Lauren’s soft lips slide expertly up and down his shaft. Lauren always claims to have no gag reflex, and, to Caroline’s surprise, she slides her mouth forward, taking his entire length down her throat and holding it there, her upper lip grazing the edge of his smooth sack. When she finally pulls her head up, eyes watering, he lets out a rumbling groan.

Lauren continues to slurp his cock while he moans into her dripping pussy. She takes one last deep gulp of his shaft, and then rolls off him and kneels next to the bed, holding her breasts up to him with her palms. He stands over her, abs and pecs tensed, the muscles in his forearms bulging as he rapidly strokes himself and unleashes a massive load of sperm in three powerful spurts all over her boobs and neck. Lauren beams up at him as his cum pools in the hollows of her collarbones and slowly drips down her tits and toward her stomach. He collapses back onto the bed, exhausted.

Under the duvet, Caroline is picturing his load gushing into her pussy, and that pushes her over the edge. She bites her lip as she climaxes, trying desperately not to make a sound while pleasure radiates across her body. Fifteen minutes later, he is gone. As she drifts off to sleep, she hears the hum of Lauren’s vibrator finishing the job that he started.

— | — | — | —

It’s the autumn semester of her junior year, and Caroline needs to line up an internship for next summer by the end of the month. She has an appointment with Professor Byrne later today to discuss her plans. Of course, internships aren’t the only reason she’s signed up for office hours. It has taken her a year to work up the courage, and it’s only because she now has the excuse of her summer plans that she was able to convince herself to do it.

Prof Byrne is forty, tall with brown hair and a dusting of grey on the sides of his beard. He’s brilliant and funny, and all the students adore him, but especially Caroline. Not only is it a wonder to see his mind at work, but also to view the outline of his chest underneath his blazer and the sharp line of his jaw under his thick-rimmed glasses. She has fantasized about him non-stop since her Sophomore year when she found herself in his American Lit class.

The meeting doesn’t go the way she planned. The deadline has already passed for internships at her favourite online magazine and she’s starting to panic.

“The thing is,” says Caroline, “I’ve dreamt of working at this magazine for years. Are you sure there’s nothing you can do? I heard that you know one of the editors.”

She wore jeans and a crop top that shows off her flat stomach and accentuates her full breasts. He glances briefly below her eyeline before turning to look at the calendar on his computer. She can’t tell whether that glance took in her cleavage, which is on display.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make some calls and see what I can find out. We have to get moving on this quick if we want to make it happen. Can you meet me in auditorium 21B tonight at 9:00? I teach an evening seminar, but I can pass along whatever I find out afterward.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you!” She heads back to her dorm with a bounce in her step.

— | — | — | —

That evening, she steps inside the large, amphitheatre-style classroom and finds it empty. As she starts down the stairs, she hears the click of the door closing behind her. Prof Byrne smiles warmly and says “Good evening” as he gestures for her to continue.

“I got in touch with my contacts at the magazine,” he says, following her down the stairs. “It looks like we might be able to get your application accepted, and maybe even moved to the top of the pile. But it’s going to cost me, so I’ll need some things from you in exchange.”

“This is such great news!” exclaims Caroline. “I’ll do whatever you need.”

He settles into a chair in the front row and gestures toward the large desk at the front of the classroom. “I’m glad to hear that, Caroline. I’ve made a list for you there.”  

She looks slightly puzzled as she walks over to the desk. There’s probably not much she could do that would be of value to him. She hopes it’s not just busywork. Caroline takes the top sheet from a small stack of papers. It reads simply:

#1. Take off your clothes
 

She inhales sharply and looks up at him. His face is impassive, but there is a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“Professor… I… I didn’t realize… You want me to do this right now? Won’t I get in trouble?”

“The doors are locked,” he says, “and there’s no one around at this time of night. We’re adults, and we have the place to ourselves. Of course, we can find some clerical work for you to do instead, if you prefer. . .”

Being categorized alongside him as an adult makes her feel both pride and desire at once, and her nervousness settles into something like resolve. She’s not entirely sure where this is going, but she can feel her fantasy within her grasp if she can only keep her nerve.

She nods, slips out of her shoes, and unzips her jacket, setting it on a chair. Then she unbuttons her shirt and pulls it off, revealing a white lace bra that discloses her pink nipples, which are now rock hard. Goosebumps race across her skin as she unzips her jeans, glancing at him and pulling them down. His hand moves to the bulge in his slacks, but otherwise he remains still, waiting and watching intently. She hooks her thumbs in the waste-band of her panties and slips them down over her hips. As they slide past her knees, she reaches back to unclasp her bra, holding it over her breasts for a protracted moment before letting it fall to her feet.

Prof Byrne gazes at her body, and she watches his eyes roam from the light tuft of hair above her crotch, across her muscular stomach, to land on her full, round breasts. She rests a hand on the gentle curve of her hip and twists a stray curl of hair around her finger.

Her breathing slows as he drinks in the view of her body, and eventually, he raises his eyes to hers and nods back at the table: “Next.”

She slides the top sheet over and takes the second page, which reads:

#2. Give me your bra and panties

 
She grins and bends down to retrieve her underwear. Because of her anticipation for this evening’s meeting, her thin lace panties are damp with desire. She walks slowly over to him, holding them out in front of her. He takes them with one hand, rubs his thumb along the moist crotch and, gazing into her blue eyes, reaches out with the other, gently gliding his finger up between the slippery edges of her labia. She gasps at the pleasure of his touch and her heart jumps into her throat with the expectation that he will push his finger inside. Instead, he sits back and nods at the table, saying “Ok, next.”

She can feel his eyes on her ass as she turns to walk back to the table, and she surprises herself by bending over it seductively, spreading her legs enough to give him a full view of her from behind. While he scrutinises the little rosebud of her asshole and her young, smooth pussy lips, she reaches for the next sheet.

#3. Insert something inside yourself

 
This is unexpected, and she looks up at him. The edge of his mouth twists up just slightly and his eyes soften. A faint grin plays across her face as she glances around the room, unsure quite what she is looking for. She’s unlikely to find a hairbrush or even a wine bottle, which she’s used before. Her eyes land on a short stick propped up in the corner. It looks like one of those things they used before laser pointers were invented. The handle is worn smooth from years of use. She looks back at Byrne and he raises an eyebrow suggestively.

Caroline retrieves the stick and then lifts herself gracefully onto the desk, sliding back from the edge so that she can put her feet up, legs spread wide facing him. Now she knows exactly what he wants, and she can’t wait to give it to him.

She reaches down to feel her dripping-wet lips and quickly slips a couple of fingers inside to prepare herself. She can see the pleasure on his face, and it makes her ache inside. The feel of his gaze on her body is ecstasy.

She wants him to take her, to have her body and use her holes how he wishes. She wants him to pick her up, cover her mouth, and fuck her until she screams; to squeeze her breasts and slap her ass and soak her with his cum.

She gently pushes the shaft inside. Her labia part easily, and her creamy pussy slides open for the smooth wooden phallus. She moans and flicks at her clit as it slips deeper inside her. A gentle sheen of sweat appears on her breasts and stomach as she works it slowly in and out. No object has ever felt this good inside her, and she knows it’s because he is watching. She can see his hand moving subtly along his bulge, and her motions hasten.

As her pleasure builds, Prof Byrne stands up, walks over, and leans with his hands on the edge of the desk, eyeing her glistening pink pussy. She gestures for him to take the shaft from her hand, and he takes over the penetrating motions while she starts to rub her clit.

As he fucks her with the wooden rod, she lets out a cry and feels herself start to lose control. The room is silent, except for her whimpers as he thrusts the pointer inside her. Her nipples stand at attention, and she contracts around the warm wooden shaft: “Mmm... mmm ... ohhh... yes.”

She gives herself over to the pleasure and starts to build toward an orgasm, which comes more quickly than she expected. Before she knows it, she’s cumming violently, her juices dripping down the wooden shaft as her hips shudder and she loses her breath. Her eyes snap open and lock onto his as waves of pleasure pulse through her body, breasts bouncing, body convulsing. Beads of sweat trickle to her navel. They’re both still for a moment, breathing hard and gazing into each other’s eyes.

He places his hand gently on her cheek and slides the pointer from inside her. Her creamy vulva lies open, gently pulsing, and dripping onto the desk. He extends a finger once more, rubbing softly along the inside of her labia. Then he says, “You are absolutely stunning Caroline. I’ve had a lovely time this evening, and I would like you to meet me in my office tomorrow at the same time for the next series of tasks.”

He puts her bra and panties in his jacket pocket and turns to write on the chalkboard while she slips into her shirt and jeans and strides, elated, out the door.
 

— | — | — | —
 

The next night, she’s standing in his office, wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline under a full-length peacoat. She and Lauren spent the afternoon doing her hair and makeup, and she shaved her entire body from the neck down. She unbuttons her coat and hangs it on a hook, taking her time so he can admire her backside, which is barely covered by the dress.

He says “You look beautiful. Are you ready for your next task?” Her pulse quickens and she smiles, nodding. He gestures toward some papers, and she approaches his desk.
 

#4. Do the splits

She laughs and says, “Professor Byrne, you’ve done your research.” Caroline has danced ballet most of her life, and still does three times a week.

“The internet makes it all too easy these days,” he concedes, wistfully.

She steps gracefully onto his chair and then onto the large oak desk. Facing away from him, she begins to slide her feet apart. The hem of her dress slips up her slender thighs as her legs spread, and by the time she is halfway down, he can see that she isn’t wearing panties. Her ass emerges as her dress slides up around her waist. There is a faint, wet slapping sound as her vulva lands on the desk. Sitting in a full split, she leans forward on her elbows, twisting her hips to reveal her smooth pussy to him. She can’t help but grind her clit into the cold desk as he looks on, admiring her soft ass cheeks and sultry pink folds. She pulls her dress the rest of the way up and tosses it on the floor, pressing her exposed breasts against the desk.

He’s wearing an Oxford button-up with a dark-grey sweater, tan slacks, and thick-rimmed tortoise-shell glasses. His substantial cock strains against the thin fabric of his pants. He’s leaning casually against the wall, smiling, impressed again by her flexibility and exhibitionism. She glances back at him and gives him a wink, which makes her laugh.

She can be shy in her day-to-day life, but when it comes to sex, she’s always been free of inhibition. His eyes trace the smooth skin of her back, the curve of her breasts where they peek out past the outline of her ribs, and her perfect cheeks, spread wide apart.

All she can think about is his desire for her, and how to escalate it. 

“Can you reach the next page from there?” he asks playfully.

She opens her mouth, gasping in mock offence, and then stretches effortlessly to retrieve the paper.

#5. Remove my clothes

Caroline tremors involuntarily at the thought of finally touching him. Then she sits up and hops lightly off the desk. She saunters over to Professor Byrne, glancing at the books on his shelves and wondering if he’s read all of them. Her stomach flutters as she nears him and reaches for the hem of his sweater. She begins to pull it over his head, and as his face emerges, glasses slightly askew, he reaches out, cradling the side of Caroline’s face in his hand and kisses her. Her heart leaps in her chest as his kiss grows urgent. His tongue glides softly along the top of hers and then he pulls on her bottom lip, sucking it between his own. She can feel his hands come to rest on her hips and then slide up toward her breasts. Her nipples tingle with pleasure as his hands close over them.

Caroline starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing a powerful chest covered in dark hair. His muscles contract as her fingertips run along the grooves of his abs, and down toward his belt. She explores his mouth with her tongue and her fingers fumble with the buckle, button, and zipper. Once she manages to get them open, she kneels down. Her fingers reach inside the waistband of his boxers, and she pulls them and his slacks over his swollen penis. His shaft juts out from a short tassel of hair, curving upward, veins throbbing. She searches his face for permission, and he nods.

Caroline takes his cock in her hands and begins to stroke it gently while her tongue traces the outline of his tip, licking beads of pre-cum as they roll down it. His skin tastes clean, and there is a faint smell of sandalwood. The circumcised head of his cock is thick and fleshy, and he groans appreciatively as she surrounds it with her lips. She pulls him deeper into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, and glides her fingertips lightly across his smooth balls.

He makes the sexiest rumbling sound in his throat in response to her movements, and she replies by taking him deeper into her mouth. The muscles in his jaw tense with ecstasy, and he strokes her hair as her head bobs up and down.

When she finally comes up for air, he helps her to her feet, kissing her deeply and savouring the flavour of her tongue. He pulls her close, sliding his cock into her thigh gap, and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around him as he carries her to a leather armchair and sets her into it. Then he kneels in front of her, picks up one of her feet, and sucks her toe into his mouth. He runs his tongue along her foot, ankle, and calf and starts gently kissing her inner thigh. She feels the scratch of his stubble along her skin as he advances upward, gradually closing in on her waiting cunt, which is now dripping wet and quivering with anticipation.

She yelps as he kisses it, taking her labia between his lips and pulling playfully. He runs his tongue up along her slit, tracing the path that his finger took last night. Then he pushes his tongue inside her. With a sharp inhale, she moans with delight. He alternates between twisting his tongue in circles around her throbbing clit and pushing it deep inside her, as his lips caress her vulva and hungrily suck up her juices. She rocks her hips in time with his kisses, holding his hair in a firm grip to ensure he doesn’t stop. This is what she almost pleaded with him to do to her last night when he pulled that wooden shaft out of her, and his tongue feels like magic.     

As her pleasure builds, a familiar ache begins to grow within her. She needs him inside her, desperately. The desire makes her dizzy, and she reaches for the coffee table to steady herself and finds another sheet of paper:
 

#6. Fuck me

She holds it up for him to read, biting her bottom lip and nodding urgently. He smiles, wipes his mouth and chin, which are glistening with her wetness, and lays back on the soft carpet, pushing a stack of books to the side before beckoning for her to mount him.

She stands over him and starts to slowly squat down. His firm shaft is straining up toward her, and his thighs and stomach tense with anticipation. When she reaches his tip, she uses her hand to guide him inside, and continues squatting down lower and lower until his entire length is buried inside her. She squeezes him tight.

“Oh God, Caroline . . . wow,” he moans. She squats slowly up and down, savouring the feeling of his eyes roaming between her open legs, his cock glistening with more of her juices each time it emerges from her slit. She transfers to her knees, hanging her breasts down against his chest and kisses him as she starts to ride. His hands roam her body, grasping at her ass, hips, and breasts. She looks into his eyes, still struggling to comprehend how she can be naked in the arms of Professor Byrne right now.

They lay there, kissing and caressing, Caroline pleasuring him luxuriously with her wet pussy and softly moaning into his ear. His hands explore her milky skin and the curves and clefts of her young body, relishing the outline of her collarbones, the firm swell of her ample breasts, nipples hard and pink, and the six smooth knots of muscle contouring her flat stomach. He moans as she slides up and down on his slick shaft. “Mmmm . . . Mmmm . . . Caroline . . . Oh . . . Yeah . . .” Then she buries his length all the way inside her so she can grind her clit against him, flexing her core and bouncing her tits as her pleasure builds.

Before she can climax, he deftly rolls them both over, spreading her legs wide, and begins to fuck her. She emits a low sultry moan and wraps her legs around him. His shoulders ripple as he holds himself over her, tensing the ropy muscles of his arms and chest. He pounds his lengthy shaft deep inside her over and over, thrusting his hips against her and grinding the base of his cock into her clit. The sound of their bodies clapping together swells and they moan louder. She’s almost screaming with pleasure—“Oh professor, oh my God, yes, yes, yes.” Their skin shines with sweat.

She constricts around him, and he thrusts against the friction. The pleasure is intense, and she yells out as it builds up, spilling over. She grabs his ass to hold him deep inside her as she cums, bucking and twisting with pleasure. She gasps and whimpers, “oh professor, yes” as she lurches. He stares into her eyes, pinning her to the ground with his weight as she contracts over and over around his stiff phallus. When her muscles finally start to relax, he leans in and kisses her softly, lingering for a while and thrusting slowly in and out. Then he reaches for the last sheet of paper. 

#7. Drink my Cum
 

She smiles playfully and pulls his face to hers. He feels her warm breath on his ear as she whispers: “I want you to cum inside me, professor...”

The hair stands up on the back of his neck, and his breath catches in his throat. “I can do that.” He smiles. “Will you do the splits again for me?”

She nods, grinning, pushes him off her, and jumps up on the desk once more, facing him this time. She lays back, positioning her ass right on the edge of the desk, legs straight up in the air, and then pulls them apart, lowering them until they lie flat in each direction.  The professor slides his shaft inside her, holds her hips, and begins to thrust. She squeezes him as he picks up the pace and her ass jiggles with each penetrating slap. She reaches down to work her clit, and white cream seeps out of her as he thrusts, her breasts jiggling with the rhythm of his building pleasure. Caroline is lying back on the cold surface of the desk, eyes closed, lost in the world of his desire and the anticipation of his hot load filling her to the brim.

Beads of sweat trickle from his forehead and between his straining pecs. He is grunting with effort, and she tightens her grip around his shaft. With one last powerful thrust, his cum fills her, squeezing out in spurt after spurt of hot, white, bliss. She can feel it surging into her, warm and sticky, lathering her silky folds, and she starts to cum again, shaking with ecstasy as her orgasm washes over her. They hold each other, lost in pleasure. He glides gently in and out of her as their heart rates normalize, and then he pulls out and collapses into the armchair.

Caroline sits up and reaches for a whiskey glass from the bar cart next to the desk. She contracts her muscles while holding the cup under her milky vulva. After a few seconds, his cum starts to slide out of her into the glass. He looks on, stunned, as she lifts it to her lips and drinks it down, swallowing it greedily and relishing the musky, sticky-sweet taste that flows down her throat. “#7 Done” she says, with a sultry smile. His cock shudders with delight and he laughs in admiration.

— | — | — | —

Ten minutes later, she is sitting in his lap as he studiously examines her breasts. “You know, I had expected you to choose me as the object for your third task, but the show with the pointer was exquisite.”

She blushes. “To be honest, professor, I didn’t realize it was an option, or I would have. You showed remarkable restraint just sitting there.”

He smiles at the memory, reaching for a file labelled ‘application’, and says, “All good things come to those who wait.”