I reached into my pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and offered it to the quietly sobbing girl. She took it gingerly and dabbed the tears at the corners of her sky blue eyes. She made to return it to me, but I declined. Without protest, she balled up the damp cloth and held it in her palm on her lap. After peaking at her cleavage for just a moment, I forced myself to look in her eyes.
“I’m really sorry, Hunter. You’re a beautiful girl, you really are. And you’ll find someone much better – and younger – than me. You shouldn’t be with a man in his mid-forties; you should be hanging out with the other young 20-somethings.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
I looked at her for a moment. It was difficult to deny this girl.
“Well. In any case, I can’t risk my job.”
She used the handkerchief again and stood up to leave. Her bared, flat white tummy – and a delicate belly button – caught my eyes.
“See you in class”, she said, wiping her eyes, “Professor.”
And with that, she walked away. Despite the guilt of turning her down, I couldn’t help but stare at her pert bottom, wrapped in a tight pair of jeans.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
“Everything will be… discrete, won’t it?”, I asked, nervously.
“You have nothing to worry about, sir”, came the practised reply from a young female voice, “we’ve been in this business for a long time. Our clients choose us for our discretion, and of course the quality of our cars.”
I sighed with some relief.
“That’s nice.. so, I wasn’t able to see a picture of the car online…”
“You don’t need to be concerned. You filled in your preferences, and we will make sure we find the perfect car for you. Our car will meet all of your needs.”
“…right, and I just want to make sure that you guys got the special request? I mean, I just don’t want your usual… car.”
“Yes, we have them right here. You might be surprised to learn how usual this request is. Listen, I can tell this is your first time using our service. Don’t worry. You’re going to have the night of your life. I promise you.”
That call was four hours ago. Four nervous hours. Fours hours of cleaning up and wondering if this was the right thing to do. I mean, I had never used an escort service before. Should I just suck it up and keep trying the online thing? Or ask to be set up? And just as I was entering the fifth hour of thinking, I heard a knock on the door. She was here. I took a big gulp, checked myself in the mirror and walked up to the door.
“Yes?”
“Hi!”, came the confident voice from the other side, “I have a package for you. Can I come in?”
“Yup”, I muttered as I swung the door open. And I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing. I just stood there, dumbfounded. She too was shocked, but had the courage to speak first.
“Professor”, she said, her full pink lips turning up in a smile, “fancy seeing you here.”
I still couldn’t say anything.
“Maybe you should let me in before someone sees me here like this?”
I stepped aside and let her walk in, locking the door behind me.
“Hunter? Why are you here?”, I asked, although I already knew the answer.
“We both know why I’ve come here, Professor”, she said, standing opposite me, “the question is what are going to do now.”
“Hunter, we’ve been through this. You and I cannot be a thing. You’re my student, it’s weird. And I can’t risk my job. And you have better options – whatever, this is not happening. So you can watch a movie or something if you like, I’ll still pay for your time.”
She didn’t respond to my little speech. She just stood there, smiling. Her long, straight golden blonde hair was drawn to one side. She had little makeup on her face – she didn’t really need it, the girl was blessed with supermodel features. She was wearing a black coat, which I’m certain was covering something much more risque.
“You know, Professor”, she started, taking a step towards me, “when my agency assigns me to a client, they are some things they tell me and some things they don’t. For instance, they don’t tell me your real name. It doesn’t matter to me, and it helps protect the client’s privacy. What they do tell me, however, is what the client wants. What he needs. What he desires. And this includes any requests of a… special nature (she was a mere couple of inches in front of me by now). So, for instance, (her voice dropped to a whisper) I know that although you’re a big Professor out there, in here you just want to be… a toy. You want to be teased. Played with. Punished, if necessary. So now when you tell me that we can’t be a thing because of your excuses, I simply do not care. Do you understand?”
I was determinedly not meeting her gaze. I could feel her breath on my face. Although she was just 22 and I was 43, she was as tall as I. Suddenly, I felt her hands on either side of my face. She made me look into her eyes.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded weakly.
“Good. Now on your knees.”
Her hands pushed me down so I was kneeling in front of her. And she took off her coat and threw it aside. I was directly facing a pair of flimsy red lace panties barely covering her shaved pussy. I looked up at her – her large breasts were perfectly encased in a matching bra.
“And you can’t honestly tell me that you didn’t want any of this. God knows how many times you’ve wanked off thinking about me.”
I didn’t respond. She stepped closer to me – pushing me against the wall.
“I think you know what you have to do.”
I looked in front of me and leaned in to kiss her pussy. But she pushed me back, laughing.
“That’s not what I meant”, she laughed, raising her foot to me. “I read your preferences – I know you want this.”
I took her foot in my hands and pulled her shoe off. Her feet were admittedly beautiful – slender and well taken care of. I kissed the ball of her foot and heard her stifle a moan. My dick also twitched in my pants. I kissed her foot all over – the heel, the arch, the ball. Then I took her tiny toes in my mouth and sucked on them. I started kissing up her leg. Her beautiful, toned calf muscle. Then her knees. And her delightfully muscular thighs. Not an ounce of fat that didn’t belong there. Not a single hair. And the taste of strawberry body butter. I grabbed on to her legs and licked her thighs wet. And she turned around, presenting her gorgeous bottom to me. Despite having a tiny waist, her ass was thick and juicy. And, as of now, inches away from my face covered in the flimsiest of materials.
I immediately leaned in and buried my face in her buns.As my hands squeezed her ass cheeks, I went to down on her asshole, pulling her panties aside. She too took a step back and pushed my head against the wall, smothering me and sitting on my face. I was hungrily eating and licking this girl perfect ass, and could hear her moaning more loudly now. I think she was fingering herself while I rimmed her. Part of my brain needed some air but I was too occupied. Too hungry. Eventually, I heard (and felt) her orgasm. She pushed back all the way – my tongue deep in her asshole, moaned loudly, and squirted all on the floor. It was powerful. When she was done, she stepped away from me. I took a deep breath and came to my senses. And she turned around, grinning ear to ear.
“Looks like someone was hungry for some ass.”
I just looked away. I couldn’t believe that I had just given one of my students – a girl 21 years my junior – a rimjob. How could I ever go to university again?
“Look, get up”, she said, pulling me to my feet and walking me over to the couch. We sat down next to each other.
“I don’t want to make you miserable – that’s not my plan here”, she said, her hand rubbing my thigh, “I just want us to be together. Especially now that I know what you really like. And I know you want it to. It’s obvious.”
Her hand was on my erection. She unzipped me and pulled out my cock, stroking it gently.
“You’re just too scared to admit it. I understand. That’s why I’m going to admit it for you. Just repeat after me. You love being my toy.”
“I l-love being your toy”, I said, my eyes fixed on her chest.
“You love worshipping my body”, she said, spitting on my cock and stroking me faster.
“I love worshipping your body.”
“I’m your queen”, she said, swigging one leg across my lap so she was now straddling me, my dick in front of her pussy.
“You’re my queen.”
“You will never (she raised her other hand and grabbed my face with it) be mean to me ever again”, she said, rubbing my dick against her pussy.
“I will never be mean to you ever again.”
“I own you.”
“You own me.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes”
“Beg me for it”
“Please, Hunter, I’m fucking begging you, let me in.”
No response.
“Please! I’ll do anything you say, anything! Just let me in”
And she finally, finally pushed my dick between her pussy lips and inside her. We both moaned in ecstasy as it happened.
“Go on”, she said, rolling her hips, “fuck me!”
I grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and started fucking her from below.
“Fuck me you bastard! Fuck your queen!”
Her large tits were spilling in my face. Her heady scent filled my nostrils. And her tight, warm, wet pussy was heaven. I felt her hands wrap around my neck.
“You want to cum?”
“Yes”, I replied. And she slapped me.
“Say yes queen!”
“Yes, Queen”
“Good boy – now cum when I tell you to. In five…. four…. three…. “
As soon as she said “Cum!”, she slid forward in my lap so my dick slipped out of her, and I ejaculated – copiously – all over her ass and my legs. And with that, I was spent.