How Christi Paid for College Ch. 09

She loved sucking dick. It was so fucking good to feel what she could do with him. And yet, she felt something was a little off... what could it be? Suddenly she realized. He was half-standing, and she was sitting in a chair. That wasn't what she really wanted. She needed to give herself to his needs completely, to serve him as his whore.

She lifted a little and kicked the chair back. It scraped loudly against the floor as it slid away. Never letting the cock slip out of her mouth, Christi lowered herself to her knees in front of her professor. Her hands wrapped around the back of his thighs. She bobbed her head on his stiff shaft, gulping for life. That was better. This was how a whore pleased her master. On her knees, where she belonged.

She gave to him as he had given to her -- slowly, firmly, languidly. She slid his cock in and out between her hungry lips, drinking in every inch of him (and he had quite a few). His thick flesh filled her mouth as she pushed her head onto him, and gulped his head back into the tight channel of her throat, before letting him go and sliding off, licking the veined underside as she pulled off him. At each gulp she pushed a little deeper, until her nose pressed into his belly and his shaft totally filled her gullet, choking off her air. She would hold him there, gagging, under her head started to swim and her vision blurred, then pull off and gasp for breath. A long line of spittle hung between her lip and his cock, then dripped down across her sweater as she sucked in a breath and dove onto him again. A tear slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek, smudging her mascara as she gagged on him.

The professor groaned at every gulp. He threw his head back and moaned, ecstasy radiating from his cock as she sucked it. Then he would shake his head and look down on her again, watching in joy as one of his best students filled her mouth with his cock. Faculty had hinted and gossiped and joked about colleagues who had affairs with students, but he had never experienced such a thing. He had always thought it was an urban legend of the academic world. Now he knew different. This girl was smart, she was talented, she was beautiful -- and she was eagerly stuffing her instructor's thick meat into her throat until it choked her. She looked up at him, his cock entirely vanished between red lips, and winked. It was heaven.

And she wanted more. It seemed like another eternity of pleasure had passed, but they both felt the moment together. Silently, smiling, she slipped his shaft out of her mouth one last time, held it in her hand and lightly slapped it against her cheeks and lips and eyes. Then with a huge smile Christi put her other hand to his chest and pushed him firmly back. Professor Hansen tipped backwards onto his desk, falling uneasily onto a jumble of books and pens and clapping his laptop shut in the process. As he shifted to even out what he was resting on, Christi, still holding and stroking his cock, rose up and climbed up onto the desk over him. She was still bottomless, her jeans on the floor somewhere, and a fuzzy v-neck sweater clinging to her curves on top. He was still in his tweed blazer and tie, stuffy and academic, the way she liked him. She straddled his thighs and rubbed his swollen pole against the soft slick mess of her cunt. The tip parted her pussy lips and she ground her pelvis down, sinking his cock deep inside her vagina.

Professor Hansen groaned louder than ever. He would later wonder if he was loud enough to be heard in the other faculty offices down the hallway, but at the time all he could think of was the goddess fucking him, shoving his hard meat into her cunt. Christi grimaced with pleasure at the feeling of his dick inside her, and started to systematically pound her pussy up and down, sliding on and off his shaft, letting him out till the cock was just barely an inch inside her, then heaving down on to him again. She had plenty of practice riding customers at the Lightning Bean... but fucking a professor was special. There was an admiration there, and adoration even, the sense that she was giving the pleasures of the body to a man who had given his life to the exercise of the mind. This was no ordinary guy who wanted a lay, this was another breed. Somehow there was something different, an intensity, a concentration of focus, that poured all of her energy into the careful, relentless humping of her cunt onto his intellectual cock.

He was all mind; she was all body. The world of the spirit, the mysteries of things unseen, the perplexity of logic and reason, radiated through him, and met something in her, something pure, the sheer reality of flesh and pleasure. She was a goddess; he was her priest. Or was he the god and she the priestess? It didn't matter, they were both the same. She gave him her gift. It was there. An answer, to a question she could not even ask and did not know. He was in her, entirely in her, entirely her possession. She gave herself to him, her cunt, her vagina, her womb. The life of the mind and the life of the body met and merged and began to glow with ethereal light. Her pussy pounded down onto his cock and demanded not merely his cum but his spirit. They fucked.

He was crying out, shouting, his hands gripping her flanks through the soft downy sweater. Christi was shouting too, "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY...." The light grew and grew until it exploded, like a nuclear blast in her cunt. She erupted and her flesh seemed to melt away and blast off into space. Professor Hansen thundered under her, pounding his flesh into hers, and she felt his sticky blast as her pussy went suddenly, deliciously, slick and tender. He came in her cunt and filled her with his seed. For a moment -- a moment of mundane sobriety - Christi wished she were not on the pill. She wanted the power of that seed making life in her. It wasn't rational, it made no sense, she was in no situation to actually raise a real child. But she wanted to keep the power he delivered in her belly forever.

They kept on pushing into one another after the explosion, as the light and heat slowly faded, unwilling to let it go. The miracle slowly evaporated, and Professor Hansen grew soft. Finally Christi yielded to the inevitable and let him slide out of her, and rolled onto her side next to him.

"Oh my god," Professor Hansen said, "That was... that was..."

"Shhhh" Christi said, stopping his mouth with a kiss. "I know. There are no words for what that was."

"Is it always like this with you?"

"Hmmm... no. I've come close. That was something more," she said, and then smiled. "You are something special, Professor." She winked and giggled as she stressed his title.

"I've never felt that before. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to go back to normal now."

"You're not normal, Professor," she giggled again. "I love saying that word! So, professor... have you ever fucked a student before?"

"God, no. I didn't think it ever really happened."

"Did you like fucking a student today, Professor?" Christi couldn't stop giggling.

"Did I! Straight A!"

"Do you think you'll fuck more students in the future, Professor?"

That gave him pause. "I can't imagine anything would be like that again. I don't know."

Christi smiled at him. "Good answer. You're right. No one will ever fuck you like I can. But I don't mind if you try other girls out. I even have some friends you might like."

"You... really?"

"Sure. I'm not the jealous type. I just know when something is special, is all. You may get a knock or two on your door in the next couple of days."

"Wow... I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything." She leaned in and kissed him, deeply, leaving her taste for him to remember. Just then her eye caught sight of a clock on his desk. It was 1:27.

"Oh shit!" She cried. "I have to go!"

And she grabbed her jeans and pulled them on hastily, then ran out the door, blowing kisses over her shoulder. Professor Hansen, baffled, his pants still around his knees, watched the door slam behind her. Then his eyes fell on the thong panties she had left on the floor in her haste. Thoughtfully, he picked them up, held them to his face and drank in the smell of them, then carefully folded them and tucked them into the top drawer of his desk.