Candy Loving

"Ooohhh yeah," he sighed after the last of his seed was down her throat. "I knew you could suck cock."

Candy tried to slide him from her lips but he held her head in place with his softening cock still in her wet mouth. Instinctively she continued to suck on it, pulling at the flesh and draining every last drip of his semen from it.

"Keep sucking it baby," he instructed her. "You've gotta get me hard again so I fuck you now."

Candy's mind screamed with his words. She felt torn between her fear and her desire. She had somehow convinced herself that after she swallowed him that he would be done with her and send her on her way. But now she knew different. Her mind reeled with the idea that he was still going to fuck her, which is what she'd expected in the first place, when he had first grabbed her breast. She really didn't know how to react to this fact now. Her mind was ready for her to get out of there but her body was feeling an ache that she knew could only be filled by a cock in her pussy.

While she tried to come to grips with the whole situation she continued to suck on his cock. She felt it grow slightly harder again. Her hand was pumping at the base, squeezing and tugging the flesh, and her other hand had come up to gently hold his balls in its warm embrace.

"Yea, that's it girl," he told her. "Get me good and hard for that pussy of yours."

He was leaning back against his desk looking down at her while she worked to manipulate his member. While he watched her he continued to talk to her.

"Yea, I'm gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. I'm gonna stick my cock deep into you. I'm gonna watch you squirm while I fuck your gorgeous body. While I fuck your hot body. I came in your mouth and now I'm gonna come in your pussy."

During this his cock steadily grew stiffer in her mouth and she was soon sucking on a near complete erection.

"Get up here baby," he ordered, pulling her head off of his cock. "Get up here so I can fuck you."

"Please Mr. Smith; be gentle," she moaned now that her mouth was empty. "Please."

His pleasured expression instantly turned to one of malice as he reached down and grabbed one of her arms. He pulled her upright, spinning them both around and pushing her back against his desk. She felt herself being lifted, felt her ass being set on the edge of that desk. One of his hands laid on her breast and while rolling her swollen nipple between its fingers pushed her backwards.

She soon found herself laying on top of his desk, her ass teetering on the edge of it, her blouse hanging open as her breasts heaved from her ragged breathing under his mauling hand. She felt his other hand on her pelvis, felt his fingers gripping the edge of her panties, felt it tugging them down. He jerked at her under wear, yanking them down off her waist and along her legs.

"Oh, yes, yes. Pl- Please Mr. Smith," she cried now. "Please, I need you.

"Oohhh, yea, I'm gonna fuck you sweetheart," he told her. "I'm gonna stick my cock into that wet little snatch of yours and you're gonna love it."

Then he yanked her panties down over her shoes and off her kicking feet. The hand left her breast and arranged her legs so that they were spread open, her feet propped against the desk edge, knees bent. She jumped when she felt that hand delve under her skirt and between her spread legs, his fingers brushing against her sex.

His fingers ran through the think and curly bush and reveled in the dewy warmth of her.

"Look how wet you got sucking my cock darling," he informed her.

His fingers, two of them, had slid easily into her pussy, her juices having coated it for the easy access.

"You are a horny girl Candy," he told her. "Getting all wet from sucking on my cock."

"Yes, N- No...' she whimpered. "Pl- Please."

Her head rolled to the side as she tried to not look at him. In her peripheral vision she saw the hand drop out of sight. She felt his fingers pumping her sex, felt his thumb bumping into her clit. She felt her ass hanging precariously off the desk edge and used her legs to hold it steady, hold it from falling. Rolling her head back she saw that both his arms were pumping and she realized that he was jerking on his cock while he pumped her pussy.

"Ooohhhh, Mr. Smith," she whimpered again as his fingers delved deeper into her pussy. "Ooohhh yeeessss."

Candy rolled her head from side to side as he pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy while stroking his cock and staring down at her. She argued with her own mind as she tried not to want what he was doing, what he was going to do, but her body was telling a different story.

"Please Mr. Smith," she cried. "Please."

She felt his fingers slide her sex and felt his hand lay onto her belly. She saw him repositioning himself, felt his cock brush against her wet opening.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you girl," he leered. "I'm gonna stick my cock into your pussy. I'm gonna stick it in your sweet little pussy."

She felt him push the head of his cock into her, felt it spreading her sex open and slowly filling her. Her body tingled with anticipation as each inch of his shaft spread her further apart.

"Pl- Pleeaasse," she cried looking up at him.

"You feel my cock baby?" He growled as he pushed it further into her. "Feel it filling your pussy?"

"Ooohhhh God yes," she whimpered.

He pushed himself fully forward, burying himself all the way inside of her sex. She felt it stretching her inside, felt her juices flowing to coat him, felt her muscles clenching at his girth. When he had the full length of his cock stuffed into her pussy he held it there, grinding himself into her. His hand still rested on her belly, almost as if he was holding her from sitting up.

""Please Mr. Smith," she continued to plead. "Please. Oohhh God please."

After grinding himself into her for a minute he pulled back. She felt his cock slipping out of her, felt her lips being drawn out along it's length as he retracted all but the last inch of it. Then he pumped forward again, still slowly, so that she could feel every millimeter of him as he pushed into her. Her legs came up and her ankles crossed behind his back; she squeezed her legs pulling him in deeper.

"Oohhh God," she whimpered, her head rolling. "Please Mr. Smith. Please."

"You like my cock in your pussy baby? You like me fucking you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, oh God. Yesss."

He started to pump himself in and out of her, steadily building up his pace as his hard cock drilled writhing body. Soon she felt her body being pushed and pulled on the desk top, felt the piece of furniture rocking slightly with their motions. She also felt her juices flowing out. She felt his hands come up and start to knead her breasts as they rolled on top of her body.

"Oohhh please Mr. Smith. Please."

"Yea baby, you like it. You like my cock. You like being fucked. You pussy's all wet and hot, wrapped around my hard cock. Feel my cock baby? Feel it fucking your sweet body?"

"Oohhh God Mr. Smith, pleeaasse."

His rhythmic fucking of her increased in speed, he was now pounding himself into her, rocking their bodies and the desk as he hammered his cock into her sex. She could hear the slurpy wet noises of their parts sloshing together, could feel him burying the full length of his cock in her with each hard inward thrust.

His fingers closed on her nipples and pulled them sending pain and pleasure signals through her body. She firmed the stance of her feet on the desk edge and lifted her ass an inch off the desk, lifted her sex at his cock.

"Pleeeaaasssse Mr. Smith, oohhh pleeaasse."

"I knew you were horny Candy, I knew it. I knew you'd like sucking my cock and having me fuck you."

She'd been listening to his words, listening to him and trying to understand why he was saying the things he said. She'd never liked that kind of talk before but his words seemed to hold her prisoner, to kindle some animal lust insider her, and they seemed have an overwhelming power on her. She felt the orgasm that had building in her since he had first grabbed her breast blossom to its precarious peak. His dirty words made her feel the heat from it, made her juices flow hotter. She didn't understand why but she was confused with the idea of her body enjoying all of this so much and the confusion seemed to enhance the pleasure.

"Ooooooooooooo," she whimpered as she realized that he was going to make her come. "Oooo Mr. Smith."

Her whimpering seemed to fuel his desire. She felt his pace and force increase even more as he released her breasts and grabbed her legs. He held them tightly, pushing them open wider while pulling them toward him. His hips were bucking at her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy as he reamed her sex with its girth.

He could see her face reddening and her dark eyes were moist with tears of yearning. Her lips were open in a wide O of surprise and bliss. Her cheeks seemed to be burning coals and her nostrils flared out with uncontrollable lust.

Her huge lush breasts quivered with each thrust, tickling his chest with the rock hard nipples.

She felt his increased force fuel her own desires, felt her orgasm leap toward the edge and start to wash down over her. Her head flew from side to side as her hands reached out to grip the desk edge behind her head. Her feet pried harder onto that edge and lifted her ass even higher toward his pumping member.

"Oooooo. Please, fuck, God, yeees, ooooooo," she cried, thrashing into her orgasmic shivers.

"Take it girl!" He growled.

She felt him ram his cock into her deep and hard, felt it stretch and fill her. She felt her orgasm begin to rack every nerve that she could sense and felt her back start to arch off the desk top.

"Oohhh God yesssss," she cried again. "Ooooooooooo. Pleeeaaaassssse oooooooooo."

She felt his cock twitch as her muscles clamped down around it, squeezing it as her body quivered and shook through her orgasm. He pulled back once more before slamming himself into her with enough force that she felt the desk actually slide across the floor. Then he grunted loudly and held himself deep inside of her. She felt his cock jerk, felt it begin to spray its load into her pussy, the semen pumping against her inner walls.

"Oohhh God no. Oohhh God no," she cried, her head snapping from side to side.

Her body jumped at his cock, pumped her hips at him as he shot his load into her pussy. Her orgasm rolled wave after wave over her and she squirmed on top of the desk as it racked her body.

A few minutes later her body slumped back onto the desk as she felt his withering cock slowly drop from her quenched sex. He stood looking down at her as he pulled his pants up and fastened them. She couldn't move for a couple more minutes, only lay there with her chest heaving, her legs spread as a mixture of their juices leaked out.

"Okay Candy," Professor Smith smiled at her. "You have your extension. Bring your paper by next week."

She looked up at him trying to discern what he meant, not sure of the whole situation. She weakly pulled herself from the desk, her hands automatically working to fix her blouse and straighten her skirt. Her downcast eyes saw his hand, saw the panties he held in it. She looked up to his face and knew that she would not be getting the garment back.

"The rough draft that is," he clarified. "You have a one week extension. You want a longer one, dress appropriately next week."

She watched him casually walk back around his desk and take his seat while he in turn watched her attempt to repair her appearance. She looked into his face for some sign of something but only found mild amusement.

Minutes later she walked out of the office without either of them having said another word. Her mind was reeling with what had happened and she struggled to decide whether to actually do a paper or not. All she knew was she wanted that cock again and soon.

Candy left the office in a state of bliss, dizzy with confusion. She didn't notice the door of the office next store open slightly and a cold, lecherous eye peer out. Poor girl.

*************** Candy on her way to her Theories of Communication class a few days later -- Professor Stock is a lizard and she loathes him as does every other student. But all Candy can think about is her confusion about Professor Smith. Does she want it to happen again. She already canceled two dates with her boyfriend to sit home and go over the events in his office again and again. She's caught herself reaching down under her panties as the images flood her mind.

Get a grip girl ...

"Ms. Loving, please see me in my office after class," you tell me as soon as I step in your classroom. Well that doesn't sound too good.

And of course I can't fully concentrate on the subject you're teaching, now that you have me wondering about what could be so important you need to discuss it in the privacy of your office. Especially considering what happened last time I went to a prof's office.

Not that you usually give that good a class anyway. You take forever to get to the point and your digressions make it even harder to actually identify the point. Plus you are so critical and demanding... no wonder I am one of the rare students who excel in your class!

My grades being what they are, it's not like I need close tutoring... and good thing I don't have any plans tonight or you would kiss this little meeting goodbye. The only reason I'm going to your office is to satisfy my curiosity as to what it is you want to talk about in private.

And I hope you're not getting all excited about having my tight little ass in your office because even if you weren't a teacher and you could date me, I wouldn't even lay eyes on you. I mean could you be more obnoxious when you inhale deeply before a sentence, probably thinking you're about to say the cleverest thing ever?

"Close the door Ms. Loving," you say in your nasal tone. Yeah, so you can look at my ass again? You think I don't notice your little green eyes leering and your snaky tongue flicking over your lips whenever you see me?

Like I want to be in a closed room with you! I close the door anyway, facing you, sit in the chair in front of your desk and cross my legs, the hem of my skirt riding up my firm thighs, revealing a hint of the lace trimming from my stockings.

You just look at me, lick your thin lips and cross your hands on your desk. Why do you do that? Do you think it makes you look intelligent? God I hate it when you do it! I can't wait to finish this semester and never hear from you again. You must be the meanest teacher ever.

You consider me silently, cocking your head, thinking you're so fucking superior. I frown and, still not sure what you want from me, and quickly getting more impatient – as if that was possible! - I sigh.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Oh great! Here's one of your long inhalations again! You ignore my question and start, "I spend a lot of time in this office you know."

What the heck are you talking about? Get to the point! Jeez...

"So?" I ask with irritation. How did you even become a teacher anyway? Ugh... I rarely think like this, but I hate you!

You keep on ignoring me but you still stare at me with your little eyes, as if you wanted to cut me to pieces with a glance. "You know Ms. Loving, this building is very new, built only a few years ago. Not built the way they used. Very thin walls now. Did you know that?"

What the heck are you talking about? Are you going to give me a history of the school; tell me about how the English Department and the Communications department merged? I frown and look at you quizzically. "Why am I here?"

You lean back in your chair and take a long, deep, slow breath... Oh no! You're going to say something very boring you think is the brightest thing ever said again!

"Well, Candy," you start, crossing your arms on your chest. Candy? Since when do you call me by my first name? I don't like this one bit...

"The walls are very, very thin. You can hear everything that goes on next store..."

Ugh! Just get to the point! God you speak slowly!

"You know who's office is next store."

So that's what you wanted to see me about?

"And?" I urge you to say what you want to say.

You just smirk, looking at me from head to toe, stopping on your favorite parts - my breasts and thighs.

Now I'm getting really impatient. I stand and head for the door.

"What do you want?" I ask, sneering at you, opening the door.

As I step out of your office you stop me with a sentence that is (for once) quick and direct, "Wouldn't it be sad to compromise your reputation as well as that of Professor Smith..."

All right, you got my attention - for a change. I close the door, lean on it and cross my arms on my chest, my big breasts jutting forward as I do so.

"What do you want?" I repeat, ready to negotiate.

You chuckle with your annoying nasally voice and lick your chapped lips. "You are a very pretty girl, Candy, and I could use a little company..."

Oh please don't be saying what I think you're saying... you repulse me so much I couldn't even fake wanting to be with you!

"Maybe if you were to keep me company for a while, I could keep my mouth shut about your... 'visit' with Professor Smith. You know how people are, they'll talk... Not to mention a possible criminal file for dear Professor Smith."

Think you're darn clever don't you? "And what if I was to mention this little meeting to the dean? What would people say about you?"

You stand and slowly walk towards me. I cringe at the thought of your sweaty hands touching me.

"You fail to see the point dear," you say, getting so close to me I can smell your cheap cologne.

"This is about you, Candy; doesn't matter what they say about me. The point is: do you want them gossiping about you? Do you want Professor Smith to lose his job?" you ask, leaning over me, putting your limp arms around my waist and locking your office door.

Darn! You might be right...

"Because that is what they'll do, Candy, if I were to mention your 'visit'. You know how narrow their minds can be..." you whisper in my ear.

A shiver of disgust gives me goose bumps, and for some reason my nipples think I am getting aroused and decide to grow hard.

I sigh. Shucks, you have a good point. People can be so close-minded. Not that I am about to tell you you're right though!

"Screw you," I capitulate, looking into your malicious little eyes.

"I knew you'd see it my way, my pretty, pretty, pretty girl," you say, taking the time to kiss and nibble my neck between each syllable.

Your cold hands run up my thighs, under my skirt and find my black lace panties. You slide a finger along the crotch and chuckle, "Wearing the standard uniform I see."

Standard uniform? Shoot! Even your sense of humor stinks!

You wrinkle my skirt around my waist and squeeze my ass, nibbling on my earlobe, brushing your crotch on my hip. I don't move and suffer your fondling silently.

You sigh and caress my cheek with your slimy hand.

"No... Candy, this isn't going to work. You either have to be a good, convincing lover, or I'll be forced to reveal your...'secret'. Which will it be, dear?" you ask in a calm tone.

"Look mister, there is no way I will ever be able to pretend to like you. I accepted to keep you company, so I'll let you do whatever you want to me, but don't expect me to enjoy it," I answer in an equally calm tone.

You raise a brow, as if doubting what I just said.

Your moist hand goes up my inner thigh and you start rubbing my pussy through my black lace panties. And damn it, you're good at it! Sliding your finger slowly, barely touching my pussy, teasing almost.

I get wet quickly; blessing or curse I still don't know.

"Well... the slut is getting wet... good," you chuckle, your thin, dirty fingers sliding inside my panties and finding my sensitive clit, rubbing it gently.