Sick and Wrong Ch. 04

Author's note: this is a man cheating on his wife with Priscilla, that's about the most kinky thing going on in this story; but it's the lead in to the next chapter which is going to live up to the title of this series. Hope you enjoy!

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Priscilla was incredibly sore for the next few days after her experience with Justin... it had been everything she'd asked for and more. She reflected on how lucky she was to have someone like him that she could go to for her perverse needs... and as she smiled at the other people in her extremely expensive private college she knew that not one of them thought that she might be doing with her free time. They all thought that she was the perfect little sweetheart. In fact, just that morning one of her favorite teachers had invited her to a very exclusive party at his house. Professor Danford was the type of person who looked for those students that he thought would go far in life and cultivated them, he had an absolute knack for picking the brightest, best, and most talented.

He was also awfully attractive for a forty five year old man and Priscilla was determined to see if she could find a way to sleep with him. Tonight. It was a challenge that she couldn't resist now that she'd finally been invited to his house... of course she knew that he had a wife, but chances were they hadn't slept with each other in years. Professor Danford was practically infamous for checking out the girls in class, and most of them responded pretty happily to his attentions. She'd had several days to recover from Justin and her pussy was finally feeling mostly back to normal, no longer sore or oversensitive.

That night she dressed the part of an elegant, yet sexy young woman. A sleek black dress covered her gorgeous body, clinging in all the right places, her perky large breasts were uplifted and plenty of cleavage was showing. However, that was only because the dress was so tight, she wasn't wearing a bra, it was the bodice of the dress that pressed her breasts up like that. The dress was made so that it clung stubbornly to her middle, but you could pull down the top exposing just her breasts, and the skirt was filmy and loose. It rippled around her thighs, flirtatiously lifting and sweeping around her legs, giving hints that it might just go higher. However, everything about the dress said class and elegance, rather than the slut that she knew she was.

The men noticed her immediately of course, and so did the other women. All the men wanted her and all the women were wishing that they'd dressed so quietly elegantly and sexily, rather than flaunting their wares. Many of the women felt tawdry and overdone next to Priscilla's innate sexiness. Professor Dandon could barely keep his eyes off of her, and when he put his hand in the small of her back to steer her over towards some people he wanted her to meet, she encouraged him by pressing gently against his side, her breast rubbing against the side of his chest. The maneuver was not lost on him, she could tell.

His breath caught and he looked down at her cautiously. Priscilla smiled back brightly, innocently, but with blatant invitation in her eyes.

"I have a wonderful print in my study that you might like," He told her, "It's an original, Escher in fact."

"I would love to see it," Priscilla practically purred, pressing her breast against his side some more. Professor Danford smiled and put his arm around her waist as he led her to the study.

It wasn't long after they got into the study that Professor Danford turned around to see Priscilla pulling the straps of her dress off, her breasts spilling out of their tight confinement. Although the older man had been having doubts about having sex with this gorgeous young student, having her flirting was one thing, but did he really want to cheat on his wife with a student? But with her gorgeous breasts hanging out of her dress, pink nipples already erect, the young woman stepping forward with a look of complete lust on her face... his dick was up and at the ready. His wife wasn't exactly very sexual anymore, not that she ever had been - very conservative that one, but he hadn't known that until after they'd gotten married. He'd always thought that he'd be able to open her up a little, but he never had.

So when Priscilla stepped forward and kissed him, her bare breasts pressing against his expensive silk shirt, her hands caressing his back, he snapped. Their kiss became incredibly passionate as he pushed her backwards, pressing her up against the wall, her soft body pushing into him. His hands slid down to her thighs, pulling up her skirt around her waist, moaning when he found that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"You planned this..." he gasped, the sudden realization knocking into him.

"Fuck me." she said, her fingers pulling his dick free of his pants. He hadn't even realized that she'd managed to undo his button and zipper. A short gasp, "Damn you're big... fuck me Professor, fuck me with your huge cock."

Priscilla, star student, the perfect angel of the school, seducing him, asking him to fuck her, Professor Danford wondered if he was dreaming. Surely the most accomplished and beautiful student in school wouldn't want anything to do with an older man like him? And yet, as his dick touched her already wet pussy, he decided that it had to be real. No dream had ever felt this good, this tight as it enveloped his dick. She moaned as he began working himself back and forth in her pussy, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Kicking her legs up she managed to wrap them around his waist, forcing him to push all the way inside her. He was so big that it was slightly painful, especially since their position made it harder for her pussy to relax and accept him, but she liked it rough. It made her tense her pussy up around him, and he gasped as she clasped him like a velvet glove.

They started fucking, her magnificent tits flopping up and down in his face as he stabbed her with his dick, slamming her hips up against the wall with every thrust. Burying his face in her breasts he started sucking on the pale flesh, finding her nipple with his mouth. Priscilla gasped and her pussy rippled around him as he began sucking on the pert bud, the sudden sensation around his dick made him bite down on her involuntarily.

About to apologize, he was shocked by her moan and the way she pulled his head against her chest as the pain flared from her nipple.

"Yeeesss...." she hissed, her back arching away from the wall and against his crotch. Experimentally he moved his mouth to her other nipple and bit down, getting the same reaction as his teeth dug into her flesh.

She liked it when he hurt her.

Something let loose inside of him and he began practically gnawing on her nipples, switching back and forth as his thrusts got harder and harder, pounding her against the wall. It was as though a flood had been loosed, a flood of his intense desires, pent up for many years as he was shackled to a conservative and uninventive wife. His hands dug into her ass, gripping her flesh tightly as his finger pressed into her asshole, making Priscilla squeal with delight as he really began to use her body, her asshole tightening over his invading finger. Professor Dandon was both shocked and ecstatic at her reaction, his dick swelling up inside her with excitement as his finger pressed into a woman's ass for the first time. It was so hot and tight and dry, he wondered what it would be like to shove his dick there...

The thought was too much for him, he gasped and slammed Priscilla against the wall, his dick pulsing inside of her. She squealed with passionate delight, her head thrown back against the wall with her breasts thrust out as she started to cum, her tight pussy squeezing every last drop of his jizz.

As Priscilla slid down the wall, her feet finally touching the ground again, they both sighed in completion. His dick slid out of her with reluctance, wet with their juices and slightly slimy.

A small gasp alerted both of them, and they looked at the doorway in surprise. Professor Dandon's heart sank, his wife was standing there, looking beautiful and perfect as always, her eyes wide open with shock. Anger and hurt hadn't had time to fester yet.

Priscilla moved faster than he could have imagined, jumping forward and grabbing his wife, pulling her into the room and slamming the door shut.