More Than Meets the Eye Pt. 01

1) I am completely new to writing erotica. This is my first ever story involving sexual themes of any kind.

2) Somehow I didn't catch some awkward wordings in the second revision. I'd like to say third time's the charm, but don't count on it.

3) This is completely fictional. I've never been to Princeton (not even as a visitor) and I've never blackmailed anyone, nor would I encourage anyone to do that or any other illegal activity.

4) As it says, 'part 1' meaning this is an incomplete work.

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I was what most considered an 'undercover achiever' throughout high school and I always thought it would pay off, but not until this day. Many people wonder how I go into a university as prestigious as Princeton. Sure I made good grades and even got a near perfect score on my SAT, but that's actually the baseline minimum for somewhere like that. Almost everyone there was also what they considered an 'outstanding' member of their community in high school. I was the quiet kid that made good grades and went home. Sure I studied, but I always made sure I had plenty of free time. Most people presumed I either played video games or watched movies since I didn't get out much. They were wrong.

I was a stereotype defying person. Guys that were good students, shy, and isolated were supposed to be pale skinny nerds with glasses. The pale part of it would have still been true, but my swarthy Greek and Turkish complexion prevented it no matter how much I stayed indoors. Then there was the fact that I lifted weights on a regular basis. And since I played absolutely no sports throughout my life, I focused on the ideal bodybuilder form rather than anything disproportionate like athletes do. I have dark brown hair, green eyes and olive skin with a husky build.

Spending an absolute minimum of two hours a day lifting in conjunction with a solid diet, by now I might have passed for a male model. People think a guy with with my appearance would have equally stunning girlfriends, or at least a girlfriend. But my attire of sweatpants with long-sleeve polo shirts concealed my looks, plus it's up to the guy to approach and I didn't out of fear of rejection. This was the day all that changed.

It was a hot day in the mid-summer and I was visiting Princeton's campus grounds. I'd just turned 20 and was thinking about applying since I already lived in New Jersey so it would have been a reasonable drive. Despite knowing they probably wouldn't want me, I figured there was no harm in applying. Besides, I'd always wanted to at least see it. Getting out and exploring the campus grounds, it saddened me to almost immediately to realize I probably couldn't afford going here. The gothic architecture was in a class of its own and the production value of the small university I was attending had nothing in comparison. I spent about 30 minutes exploring random parts of their outdoor grounds before going in the first door I saw.

All of the lights were off and every other door into this building was locked, perhaps this door had forgotten to be locked by mistake. I walked down a long twisted staircase which led me to a narrow hallway, and I walked the entire distance to find one small office with the dimly on.

I looked inside and was immediately stunned to see a drop-dead gorgeous woman appearing to be in her late 20's make out with a guy about my age. Neither of them noticed me as they were far too busy with themselves. This was the first time in my life where I would do something I wasn't supposed to do. To be a bad-boy instead of the clean-cut person my parents raised me to be. Taking out my cellphone I took several pictures and even a 12 second video clip before finally they noticed me. By this point she was actually partially undressed with her right breast mostly exposed and her skirt down, and she'd taken off his shirt.

They were both astonished to see me with my phone and I smirked as I walked off. At first I was sprinting at full throttle speed but I quickly slowed to a snail's pace as I realized what I recorded could be more than just jerk-off material.

The guy had just went down the other staircase to God-knows-where, but she had followed me all the way down the steps until her dainty hand reached my back.

"Could you... forget what you saw in there? Surely you wouldn't want to threaten a sweet teacher like myself would you? You look like such a good boy after all," she said.

I'd been called 'good' all my life, and worse yet, 'boy'. That was the last straw. She may have had a genuine chance of me deleting those photos and recordings on the spot, but not with those harsh words.

"No way," I replied, smirking. "You're going to give me what he gets, or I'll upload these online and report you to campus authorities. Make my day or regret it."

She looked horrified and finally realized defeat.

"You've got me, kid," she admitted. Finally she wrote her address down on a scratch piece of paper and handed it to me. "Meet me at my house tonight after 6. I'll do whatever you want, but let's make this a one-time meeting," she said with a pleading tone.

"As you can't bargain we'll meet as many times as I want. But fine. Just once will be good enough," I agreed.

I knew I was in for a treat. She had skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, boobs that were at least DD if not quite bigger, and a very womanly body with curves in all the right places while still being slim with golden blonde hair and a tight butt.

Four hours passed and I pulled into her driveway, seeing her blue BMW and house which was at least five times bigger than my apartment. Her wealth shouldn't have surprised me since she was a distinguished Princeton professor, but I was a young and naive student.

I rang the doorbell and waited with my heart pounding fast, and began to wonder why I was so nervous. I had control, not her!

"Well hello I guess, come in," she sighed.

I stepped in, taking off my shoes as she further intimidated me.

"I'll have you know I took a warm bubble bath to ease the burden of our encounter, but I'm much more relaxed now considering how today went."

Looking around I immediately got an impression of her house. Everything was top of the line, from Italian luxury furniture to the marble staircase and ivory plates by her dining table.

"Have a seat on my couch," she said finally after a few uncomfortable glances.

"For someone incredibly bold back there, you sure are quiet now."

By this point I realized if I could travel I would take this back. But it was too late, all I could do is go through with this.

"Come and get my lap," I said, trying my absolute best to sound domineering but instead sounded frightened. Here I was, telling some woman who as at least 6 or 7 years older than me, probably smarter than me and definitely richer than me, to be used like some whore whether she liked it or not. Our agreement was relevant to her by this point, but to my subconscious it was void of any value.

She complied, sitting down in my lap facing me, replicating the position with the other boy. "This is what you want isn't it? You never mentioned your name, by the way."

"Dylan," I told her trembling, my heartbeat ecstatic. Besides the blackmail itself, I had one more 'trump card' in my deck: my body, which had had nearly completely concealed. "Undress me" I told her almost stuttering as I did.

"Are you bi-polar?" she asked me with a small giggle.

"No, not as far as I know." I said nervously, all common sense knocked firmly out of me by that point and I felt like an idiot.

"You're cuter than at first glance." She said again with a soft smile, then she took off my shirt to reveal my chest and arms.

"My... Dylan you're not what I expected."

She then continued undressing me, undoing my belt and throwing it across the floor before unbuckling my pants and slowly lowering my zipper and took my pants down, tumbling it in a pile with my shirt.

"You... you beast. An inexperienced cute beast, but a beast." She said softly and gave off a slight moan. I could feel her getting hotter by the minute and her compliments had given me the confidence to relieve her some clothes.

Starting off with her skirt I began undoing it, but immediately ran into trouble. It became painfully obvious that I didn't have experience with female attire.

"Here." She said sweetly, completely taking off her skirt revealing a body exactly how I imagined, with what appeared to be size HH breasts in a lacy black bra and panties.

"You've never seen a woman's vagina before, have you?" she asked me. "Look." She said, taking her thong off as well as her bra, revealing her cherry vulva and big gumdrop nipples that were pointy erect.

I was practically hyperventilating by this point and she took notice. Taking both of my hands in hers, she put one of them between the cup of her breasts and the other on her vagina. "Make me as excited as you are. And you're practically already there," she whispered.

Finally I maintained my composure and began holding her breasts in my warm right hand, my left hand going with my index finger in and out of her bright-red vulva.

"Ah that's good. But one finger isn't enough. Put another in" she begged me and I complied by adding my middle finger inside her.

With the little common sense I had, I pleasured her from a slow pace to a wicked fast one, and that did indeed make her whimper like I'd hoped.

"Mmm damn" she cried out, and I felt a sense of victory to cause someone as educated and high class as her to use such cheap language... now I knew where her instincts were, no matter how much she wanted to cover them.

Finally I tugged on each of her nipples gently before suckling on them with my mouth equally soft.

"Harder Dylan... I want it to hurt" she pleaded. I bit down with my teeth on each of her buds and she cried out in both pleasure and pain.

"Oh FUCK" she cried out.

Finally comfortable with myself again, I undid my boxers to reveal my member, rock hard in its complete seven and a half inch glory for her to see.

"Oh God," she sighed.

I spanked her ass and she moaned once more, looking at me in raging lust.

"Get on all fours, you sexy woman" I told her.

She quickly complied, shaking her ass in the air again and I spanked it, seeing her vagina dripping wetter than I imagined any to be. Going behind her I started thrusting, going slowly and gentle at first. I wanted to lose my virginity the 'right' way, plus I didn't want to hurt her. My penis wasn't just long, it also had a near exceptional girth and she looked incredibly tight for a woman that was probably very experienced.

"Harder Dylan! Much harder oh please..." she whined as I started picking up the pace until gradually I was at full speed, ramming her over and over with deep and powerful thrusts, my balls slapping against her delicate vagina each time.

"Oh yes! Fuck me just like that! Oh God you're so good at this" she cried out as I continued and her fingernails dug sharply into her couch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

I swatted her ass once more and continued thrusting deeply behind her when suddenly she screamed my name, climaxing. I came right after she did, filling her with my seed.

"Pick me up Dylan and take me to the room on the right. I would walk myself but you've made me too sore. I can't even feel my legs."

I picked her up by her legs and butt, carrying her to her master bedroom. This was going to be a good night.