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Professor Dawson removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with his palms, followed by running his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. He looked up at the decorated walls in his large office, realizing that day had turned to night. He had been reviewing and grading midterm exams since the early afternoon, and had completely lost track of time. He stood from his chair, and stretched his arms, gazing out the window. There was a small scattering of students walking between buildings on the campus, but most were either in their dorm rooms studying for their midterms, or elsewhere blowing off steam from taking their last one. He was as committed to his work these days as some students were in trying to forget theirs.
In the years following his divorce, he had chosen to channel his energy into his work. He had been with Lori his entire adult life, dating back to their own college years, and now she was out of his life almost entirely. He reflected as he picked up a photograph of his family, taken in happier times, of the four of them together.
He had grown lonely, although he was too proud to admit that out loud, and didn’t share the company of a woman very often. It had been years since he was sexually active. He had thought about it, but hoped that wrapping himself in his work, it would help him forget. Very often, it did not, and tonight was one of those nights. He pulled out a copy of the local yellow pages, and thumbed his way through the various escort listings, trying to decide which one might best suit his needs. This wasn’t the first time he had considered this option, but this was the first time he felt confident that he would pick up the phone and pursue it. He was nervous about many things, like being able to perform well, as well as being caught by someone at the university. It was common knowledge that a handful of female students had helped pay their way through college by working as an escort. What if he contacted an escort who also happened to be a student in his class?
At that moment, his peripheral vision thought he caught something moving outside his window, but when he turned to look, he saw nothing. Believing his mind was playing tricks on him due to fatigue, he began to walk around his office, to get his blood flowing again. He stopped to look shelf containing the many awards he’d received over the years, and began to stretch his forty-something, yet slender-and-fit body to the left then to the right. He still had a few exams to grade before he left for the weekend. As he began to sit down again, he stopped. Another shadow outside his window, and this time there was also unmistakable rustling. He was certain it wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
He placed the open yellow pages on his desk, grabbed a letter opener from his desk to use as a weapon, and walked outside. The chilly autumn air blanketed the campus, and Professor Dawson clenched the letter opener in his fist as he began to investigate the area outside his first floor office. He sifted through the bushes outside, and found nothing. He wandered to the rear of the building, with caution, and found nothing. Convinced he was alone, he headed back to the front door.
He entered the building, and found something on the hallway floor that wasn’t there when he left – a pink sock. He bent down and picked it up, holding it with his fingertips and walked toward his office to throw it away, and continue his work. As he entered his office, a smoky voice from the corner behind him said, ‘That’s mine’.
Startled, the professor turned around, dropping the sock and his letter opener in the process. Before him stood a young woman of average height with long, wavy, jet-black hair, wearing blood red lipstick and a form-fitting black velvet dress. Her figure was voluptuous, with amazing curvaceous features made even more apparent by her attire. Her aromatic scent permeated the air, and her fair skin complimented the rest of her look. At her feet rested a giant travel bag, stuffed to capacity. She leaned over to pick up the sock, revealing an ample amount of cleavage from her naturally large breasts.
‘You don’t have to carry it like that. It’s clean.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Who are you?’
‘Professor Dawson. This is my office, and you’re trespassing. It’s after hours for student access. Now, answer me, or I’m calling security.’
‘And tell them what, exactly? That an unarmed Goth chick half your size carrying a huge bag with all of her earthly possessions, placing her at a severe disadvantage when it comes to fleeing, entered the building when you left, and wandered into your open office and cowered in the corner?’
Dawson sighed, and lowered his guard. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Lavannia.’
‘Something tells me you didn’t come in here looking for a lost sock, Lavannia.’
‘Do you have anything to drink?’
Dawson made his way to the mini-fridge in the corner beneath his desk, and retrieved a bottle of water, handing it across the desk to the young beauty. ‘Thanks. You wouldn’t happen to have any food, either, would you?’
‘There’s a snack machine down the hall…’
‘Nah, thanks. So what are you doing?’
His anger, brought on from being startled, subsided. The professor picked up the pile of essays he had completed then dropped them back to the desk. ‘Grading essays,’ he responded as he sat. ‘Have you completed your midterms yet?’
‘Oh, uh…I’m not, uh…a student here.’
Professor Dawson grew even more puzzled. ‘Then what are you doing on campus?’
‘Honestly?’
‘No, Lavannia, lie to me,’ was Dawson’s sarcastic response.
Slightly put off, but enjoying her new friend’s demeanor, she responded. ‘I was looking for a place to stay tonight. I was trying to locate one of the dorms.’
‘Are you homeless?’
‘As of a few hours ago,’ she took a swig from her bottle, and sat at the chair across from him, ‘…yep!’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘My parents kicked me out.’
‘Why? Drugs?’
Lavannia didn’t appreciate that insinuation. ‘Look, dude, not all Goths are stoners. I know I look a certain way, but I’m not in some stoner cult.’
‘Uh huh.’
‘Hey, fuck you, man!’ She stood up, and began to pick up her bag.
Professor Dawson suddenly felt a twinge of regret, and even compassion for the young woman. ‘Sit down, Lavannia.’
‘Why, so you can insult me some more?’
‘No, because if you leave, then your search for shelter begins again. The next person you encounter while you’re sneaking around this campus might not be nearly as welcoming as I have been.’
Lavannia weighed her options, and realized that even though what she felt was less than welcomed, the longer she stayed indoors, the longer she remained warm and safe. She placed her heavy bag back on the floor, and slowly returned to her seat. She took another sip from the bottle, and looked around the office. ‘You’ve got a lot of awards here.’ She picked up the photo of the professor’s family, and examined it with great interest.
‘I’ve suppose I’ve been pretty successful.’
‘How long have you taught?’ She placed the photo back on the shelf, giving it one more solid look before she turned all her attention back to him.
‘Twenty-two years. Nineteen at this university.’
‘Oh.’
‘Why aren’t you in college?’
Lavannia took another sip from the bottle. ‘That’s a huge reason I’m sitting here homeless.’
Dawson continued listening, with interest. ‘My parents are pretty conservative. Right wing religious types. They’re real thumpers, you know? Anyway, they offered to pay for my college completely – if I went to the college they chose.’
‘What college did they choose?’
‘A religious college, half a country away. Now, granted, the ‘half a country away’ part sounded great, but the other part didn’t. People can believe what they want, but I don’t believe what they do, and I d
on’t want to be surrounded by it. They gave me an ultimatum – go to the college they chose, pay for another college myself, or find another place to live. The first two weren’t an option, so here I am.’
‘And how’d you end up on this campus, tonight?’
‘Took the bus here. When I boarded the bus, I didn’t even have a destination. The idea hit me as we were going along. I hoped I might find an empty dorm room to crash in for a night or two, and I figured I’d weigh my options and see where to go from here.’
‘What about friends, or other family?’
‘I don’t have other family around here. As far as friends, I have a few, but as far as living with them on an indefinite basis? Let’s just say that it wouldn’t last very long.’
‘Interesting…well, what were your high school grades like?’
‘Straight A’s,’ she replied with a measure of pride. ‘Second in my class, but only by a fraction of a point.’
‘Have you thought about what you’d go to school for?’
‘What’s your first name?’
The professor was impressed with Lavannia for a reason he couldn’t quite explain. ‘James. My name is James Dawson. Is your real name Lavannia?’
‘I think college is one of the biggest shams in America. People pay thousands of dollars to better themselves, and they end up flipping burgers, and sending all their earnings back into the system that ate them up and spat them out. Bust my ass for four years just so I can be in hock for thirty, not to mention no guarantee that I’d be doing what I was educated to do? Doesn’t sound like a great deal to me, thanks. I’ll garner my own education – through life experience.’
James noted that she skirted the question about her name, but opted to move past it because he found her answer intriguing. He also found himself peeking at her heaving breasts when she would look around his office. They seemed as if they were ready to burst from the fabric that barely contained them. Lavannia turned her head back to face James just in time to catch him looking. The thought of this man twice her age ogling her body excited her. She grabbed the top of her dress, and pulled it up just enough to keep him interested. She took note of the yellow pages on his desk, and particularly noted the reference page it was turned to. The word escort seemed to jump off the page. Her mind began to formulate a plan.
‘So it’s late. Don’t you have to get home to the wife or anything?’
‘No wife. Not anymore.’ She looked at his hand. No ring. There wasn’t even a discoloration of the skin where the ring would have been. Clearly, it had been some time since their split.
‘Well, there’s no need to go home alone tonight, James.’
‘What does that mean?’
Lavannia stood up, and began to slink around the office. She was an intelligent woman, and she knew from past experience that men of all ages found her desirable. She loved and embraced the power that brought her, but rarely wielded it. Tonight, however, she needed shelter. She became more conscious about the way she walked, trying to entice the elder man.
‘Well, lets me ask you something, James,’ her deep voice asked, licking her pointer finger, ‘…when’s the last time you had a great piece of ass?’
‘I beg your pardon…’
‘Begging…I like that. You see, it seems to me that each of us has something the other wants. It might be fate that we met tonight.’
James drank in the sight of the young Goth woman slowly licking the tip of her finger.
‘What is it that you want from me?’
‘I told you – I’m homeless. I need a place to stay.’
‘You’re insane.’
‘Maybe, but here I am, a young woman ready to throw myself at you, and willing to fulfill any fantasy you can name.’ She began moving closer to the desk where James sat. ‘How many of these college girls have you fucked?’
‘None! That’s not something that I would do or think about!’
Lavannia scoffed. ‘Oh, OK…a handsome older man, surrounded by young pussy all day long never thinks about it? Please.’ She rested on the desk, inches away from the professor. ‘You’ve never stood before your class, and lost your train of thought because some cute blonde wore a short skirt, or because that redhead with big tits wore something that bordered on public indecency? You’ve never rushed off to the men’s room to jack off after asking one of your prettiest students to stay after class, pretending that you wanted to talk to them, but in reality all you wanted to do was memorize her scent so that it would enhance your masturbation while you thought about her?’
James sat in silence, staring at her. It was as if she had been there all those times when he had done or thought the things she described. He nervously peered around her at the office door. ‘The door’s wide open. Somebody might hear you.’
‘So what,’ she asked, running her hand through her thick black locks. ‘Let them listen. I like an audience.’
‘You’re too young.’
‘Tell me you don’t find me attractive. Tell me you wouldn’t want to fuck me right now.’
James sat silently for a brief moment, and then responded with, ‘I wouldn’t.’ His answer seemed less than sincere, and he knew it.
‘The only person you’re trying to convince is yourself, James.’ She opened her legs wider in front of him, resting her ass against the desk. ‘Touch me.’
James balked at the idea. ‘If you’re leaving, you should do it now.’
‘I’ll leave, but only once you ask me to. So, go ahead…ask me to leave, or lift my dress, and touch me.’
James’ brow began to sweat. Lavannia took his hand in hers, and began to examine it. ‘You have nice hands. You’ve taken care of yourself.’
James began to tremble slightly, and for the first time, admitted to himself that he was not in control. In his mind, he wondered if he would have reacted this same way with a woman he would have hired for the evening. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’
Lavannia pulled her dress up to her stomach, revealing herself to him. She wore no panties, and was clean shaven. Her navel piercing was also now in clear view. She slowly began moving James’ hand in between her legs, with very little resistance from him. The tips of his fingers first touched her smooth pubic bone area, and he then touched her moistened vaginal lips for the first time. The erection that James had been fighting by thinking benign thoughts finally won the battle. His cock began to grow, and grow quickly. Lavannia began grinding very slowly on his hand.
‘Put your fingers in, James. It’s all yours. Do to me whatever you want.’ She was playing the role of temptress as if she had invented the term. It was at that point that James broke.
He fell to his knees, driving his face in between her legs. His tongue quickly entered her wet pussy, and she lay on her back across the deskto enjoy it. She grabbed the fabric of her dress, and began to pull it over her head to remove it. Kicking off her sandals, she now lay on his desk completely naked, enjoying being pleased by a man more than twice her age. His experience showed in his tongue’s work.
‘Mmmmph….mmmmm…’ were the only sounds he could utter as her juices flowed, satisfying his palate. Lavannia slowly ground her crotch all over his face, massaging her voluminous breasts while she did. Eyes closed, she smiled widely as she felt James’ finger enter her, and begin thrusting fiercely. Much as James knew he was not in control, Lavannia knew that she was – and that’s how she liked it.
James’ one finger became two inside Lavannia, finger-fucking her with ferocity. He began sucking on her clit, trying to bring her orgasm to the surface. His hands and tongue felt amazing to her as her breathing got faster, and she began pinching her nipples as hard as she could as she felt that orgasm grow near. Her head hung over the opposite side of the desk, allowing the blood to rush to her head. Her long hair flowed near the floor as she felt herself come much
quicker than she had expected.
‘OH GOD…OH YES!’ She made no attempt to mute herself from anyone that might be listening nearby. ‘MMM…YEAH…OOOHHHH…’
James burst to his feet, and loosened his tie. Lavannia lay across the desk, gasping for airs, listening to him unbuckle his pants, and hearing them hit the floor. She smiled as she felt him grab her by her legs, pulling her close enough to the desk’s edge so that he could place his now-erect cock inside her. As she felt the tip against her tender pink flesh, ready to enter her, she pulled away and sat up. ‘Not so fast, professor.’
James stood stunned and confused. ‘What is it?’
‘Do we have a deal?’
‘What deal is that?’ James now made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was admiring her huge breasts as he stroked his cock to keep himself hard.
Lavannia slinked around to stand up on the opposite side of the desk. She took her arm, and moved everything on the surface of the desk to the floor with one huge sweep, crashing pens, papers, the yellow pages, and an empty coffee mug to the floor. She crawled back on the desk, lying on her stomach, and positioned herself so that her mouth was only a few centimeters away from James’ cock. She took his balls into her hand, caressing them gently. Her other hand began fondling his cock.
‘Did you like doing that to me?’ she asked, looking up at him with a combination of feigned innocence and experienced vamp.
He could feel her breath on his shaft as she spoke. Trying not to answer, he took her hair, and began to try and guide his cock into her mouth. She pulled back, preventing it. ‘Answer the question, my dear professor – did you like tasting this young pussy?’
‘Y-yes,’ James stuttered out of both nervousness and anticipation. Lavannia continued to massage his balls, slowly moving her mouth close to his cock again. She kissed the tip of it, leaving a hint of her lipstick on it. She heard James’ breathing heighten.
‘Do you want to fuck this young pussy?’
‘Oh, God in heaven, YES,’ the professor responded. His hands hadn’t left her hair since he grabbed it before. It was now torturous being this close to being inside this woman he not only found beautiful, but fascination.
‘Every day?’
‘What?’
‘Do you want to fuck me every day? How about every night? Anytime you want, James, and all you’d have to do,’ she said, kissing the tip of his cock again, gently, ‘is ask me.’ Continuing to gently kiss his shaft, and lightly run her tongue along it, she added, ‘If you didn’t want to ask, then don’t. Take me in your house, take me in a public place, take me anywhere.’
James’ palms were sweating now, aching to fuck her. ‘In exchange for?’
‘Take me home tonight. I live with you. I’ll cook for us sometimes. I’ll clean up after myself, but not you. I’ll even look for a job. But I don’t pay rent money. Ever. No bills, no money from me. I’ll carry my share of the load. When either one of decides that the deal is over, then it’s over. No questions asked. I’ll pack up my things, and vanish.’ Her eyes never left his erect cock, and she made sure that he could feel her breath on it.
James’ mind began to race in a direction that it hadn’t before. ‘You said any time I wanted?’
‘Any time, any place, any way. There will never be a wrong answer from you. You want anal, you’ll get anal. You want to watch me with another woman, bring her home to me. I will be your faithful sex slave, and all I’m asking for is a roof over my head and a warm place to sleep. So do we have a deal?’ She began stroking his cock in her hands. James pondered the deal as the possibilities ran through his mind. Conservative thinking was his nature, but he loved the brief taste he’d already had, and wanted more, and wanted it often. He briefly recollected all the times he was home alone when he wanted to be with a woman, sometimes any woman. He already knew that this was not just any woman. He felt he was in no position to say no.
‘We have a deal.’
Lavannia smiled widely. ‘Great. Now, let’s make it official.’ She barely finished the sentence before she placed his cock in her mouth, and began to suck it passionately. James moaned as he began to pump in and out of her mouth. His hands grabbed her hair as she moved her mouth up and down on him, trying to make him come. She had executed her plan to perfection, and now had a place to stay for a while. She had never used her looks for anything this elaborate before, but loved realizing that she had the power to do so. She also had every intention on fulfilling her part of the deal. She also realized how much she was enjoying sucking James off.
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