Jude The Dominant College Student

"Ohhh, myyy God...Jude, ohhh you're sooo hard, mmmmm, sooo big... I'm... I'm ughh, CUUUMMMING!." Tracy Baker's eyes rolled back and moaned loudly as Jude kept pounding his latest conquest--his history professor!

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Jude was a consummate alpha stud who bedded more women in a year than most men had in a lifetime. While just 28, Jude was much older and vastly more experienced than other college sophomores, but still at least 10 years younger than his history professor.

Ignoring the advice of his parents who he considered elite New England snobs, Jude had enlisted in the Marines after high school and seemed to thrive in all things physical, including sex. Dark haired, sharp blue eyes, handsome face and 6ft 2 inches tall, Jude had been a walking recruiting poster. His 215 pounds of hard, lean muscle filled out his crisp uniform. He earned himself elite status both as a marine and as a prodigious womanizer.

Jude's dominant and sexy swagger led to so many wild encounters that his fellow marines treated him as a modern-day folk hero stud. After 8 years of distinguished service, however, Jude decided to try civilian life, and was now using the GI bill's education benefits to earn a history degree. He let his dark hair grow out, and found himself frequently skipping the morning shave which accentuated his square jawline, cementing his virile, bad-boy image.

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His 9 inch cock was jack hammering Professor Baker who was on all fours and soaking from her second monumental orgasm. Jude loved taking women, and had high physical standards for himself. He also liked to pace his fucks and enjoyed exercising his stamina until he decided it was time to climax, which he considered level six on his own secret fuck scale. Most of all, he loved to verbally and physically dominate his partners into submission.

Professor Baker was no exception. He bitch-slapped her ass repeatedly, earning loud yelps in response, then grabbed a lock of her soft brown hair and pulled her upwards, thrusting his cock into a grinding mode, and whispered into her ear, "Your cunt is on fire..ohhh Babe, yeah... you're just leaking for my cock, aren't ya? Yeah, don't you worry, I'll fuck your pretty brains out, cuz that's what you wanted, you need me to plow your sweet pussy, isn't that right, Baby?"

He slapped her roughly again. She squealled and submissively moaned, "Yes, yes...yes fuck me, ohh God, ohhhh...Jude...mmm."

Jude expertly assessed she was close to another orgasm which also heightened his arousal. He gauged himself to be on level four. He pulled his cock out, effortlessly lifted her curvaceous and fit body, then muscled her into a full missionary position. She submissively spread her legs below his ripped and sweating physique. Kneeling over her, he used his thick cock to tease his prey. Slapping his meat against her clit, he looked into her partially closed eyes. His dominant attitude and deep voice exerted total control over Professor Baker who just days before had attempted to humiliate him during one of her class lectures.

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Professor Baker stood tall, in sexy black pumps in front of her virgin whiteboard with arm raised and hand poised with a blue marker, wearing a plunging red blouse and stylish black, hip hugging slacks. She turned from the whiteboard to address the class, and frequently called on Jude. He suspected she was attracted to him, although she never attempted small talk before or after lectures.

"Jude, what prominent socio-political forces led to the rise of the imperial empire of Japan, according to Turner?" She was referring to last week's reading assignment.

Jude almost smiled, and was tempted to verbalize what he was thinking--that the professor had delicious prominent tits and an imperial ass!

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and knew all eyes were turned in his direction. He cleared his throat, tapped his pen on his notebook, then answered, "Well, Turner's article made the case that the political elites known as the samurai pushed the country towards nationalism in the late 19th century."

With a slight frown, Professor Baker sighed and said, "For a marine, that's an almost satisfactory answer, but in a college classroom I was hoping you'd mention the effects of Western trade and unfair treaties. Turner argued this exploitation ushered in a new era of nationalism which led to a powerful miltary force in the 20th century." She smirked briefly, them turned to the whiteboard and made a couple annotations.

Now a bit pissed off, Jude retorted, "Yeah, they had a good run for a while, but after Pearl Harbor it didn't take long for the Marines to pound their imperial asses back to the 19th century so our colleges could have safe spaces for smug lectures." There was an immediate eruption of laughter and a couple frat boys behind Jude started to golf clap.

Professor Baker wasn't amused. She walked slowly towards Jude's side of the lecture hall and in a quiet voice said, "I'm not sure you appreciate how class participation grading works. Remarks like that can pull down one's grade, sometimes into failure territory." There was more laughter and Jude heard one nerd whisper, "Ohhh, that's gotta burn."

Jude decided at that moment Professor Baker would be his next conquest.

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"You still want this cock, Professor? Grab my shaft...go ahead, be a good girl and guide my cock into that hot, wet pussy." Professor Baker's petite hand reached for Jude's cock, wrapping her dainty fingers partially around its magnificent girth. For good measure Jude pulsed his cock, causing a soft gasp from the out-of-breath professor. Holding his throbbing cock as steady as possible, Professor Baker adjusted its angle and moved her hips forward, willing her alpha student to re-enter her dripping cunt.

She released her grip as Jude lowered himself and pressed his muscular, defined chest against her luscious breasts, his large hands reached for her wrists, pressing them down, and moved his mouth to hers and began kissing her quivering lips while his rock hard cock advanced into its wet target. She gasped as his pressure and fullness caused her to melt away in a stupor of sexual euphoria. Jude started grinding and pumping, his mouth smothering hers, exhalting in her grunts as he pounded her womanhood. "Ohhh Babe, you are sooo hot, yeah this pussy's making me sooo fuckin hard...yeah Baby you're close aren't you, yeah I can tell you're close. How's my class participation now?"

Jude's pace quickened as her breaths got shorter, knowing he controlled the rhythm with his thrusts. His verbal taunts were nonstop, "Babe, you're going to have another Jude-gasm, your pussy is almost there isn't it? Ohhh, fuuuck...yeah I'm close too, Baby...yeah, ohh yeah, I can feel your sweet pussy hugging my big cock, yeah, I know you need this cock Babe as much as I need your pussy...oohhh, fuuck, Babe...yeah your hot cunt is ready" Jude had been thrusting rapidly and steadily and he sensed he'd reached level five on his six-point scale. His forceful thrusts and dominant taunts overwhelmed the professor.

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Jude scouted the staff parking lot and waited patiently for Professor Baker, hidden by large shrubs adjacent to the lot. He spotted her 20 minutes later, walking quickly to her car while talking on her cell phone. Jude took note of her car and smiled to himself. The following day he waited again, this time in his truck which he parked at the far side of the staff lot, ready to follow the professor, or ready to abort his plan if a parking attendant discovered his illegal use of the staff lot.

Almost two hours ticked by. Then the professor made her way to her vehicle, wearing tight jeans today and a white blouse. As she pulled out of the lot, Jude followed from a distance. She stopped briefly in front of an English department building. A couple weeks earlier, Jude had overheard two girls in his history class giggling about the professor's cute boyfriend, and he noticed a thirty something man approach her car. He was sandy haired, thin and clean shaven, probably about 5 ft 10 inches tall, wearing an expensive looking suit. He entered the passenger side and leaned over to kiss the professor. Jude concluded this was, indeed, the boyfriend

He followed their car to a popular off-campus cafe where they parked and entered the building. Jude took note of the time and suspected they were having lunch together. He waited several minutes and smiled when another parking spot became vacant on the other side of the professor's car, two rows down. He drove around and maneuvered into the vacant spot knowing this area wasn't visible to the cafe's dining room. Jude felt emboldened to execute his plan, even though he hadn't considered the boyfriend. No matter, his military training taught him to improvise when plans didn't go as expected.

After making sure the coast was clear, he slipped out of his truck with a backpack, crouched below the door frame to remain out of sight, and frog walked to Professor Baker's car. He removed the valve cover of the front passenger tire and depressed the stem. The burst of air was loud but didn't draw anyone's attention, and 30 seconds later the tire was flat. He then grabbed a tire wrench and forcefully torqued two of five nuts, improving the odds that whoever attempted to change the tire would be frustrated.

He frog-walked back to his car, then drove around the block and parked on the street opposite the cafe where he could still see the professor's car. Twenty minutes later the couple left the restaurant and got into the car. They didn't notice the flat tire until Professor Baker attempted to back out of the parking space. The reverse lights turned off, indicating the car's gear was placed back into park. The boyfriend got out first and noticed the flat tire, then yelled to Professor Baker who was exiting her side of the car. Jude couldn't hear what he was saying, but suspected he was cussing up a storm.

Jude got out of his truck, walked towards the cafe on the pretense he was making a lunch run and sauntered past the disabled car and acted surprised when approaching the couple, "Professor Baker? Is there something wrong with your car?." The boyfriend was on his phone, probably calling a tow truck, making Jude ecstatic.

"Oh, hello Jude, no the car is fine, it's just a flat tire and Professor Farrell is calling an auto service."

"Well, I was only on my way to lunch, and don't mind lending a hand."

Professor Farrell sounded agitated with the person he had been speaking to, "I've got a class in 30 minutes, are you sure you can't get a truck here sooner?"

Jude turned to Professor Baker, "If you have a spare, I can get you on your way in 10 minutes, I can almost change a flat tire with my eyes closed."

Professor Baker waved at her boyfriend to get his attention, pointed at Jude, and said, "It's okay Paul, Jude here is one of my students and can help change the tire."

Professor Farrell nodded, said something into the phone, then hung up. He smiled as he walked over to Jude, extending his hand and introducing himself, "Hi, I'm Paul, I was hoping an auto service could respond right away. I know how to change a tire, but preferably wearing jeans instead of a suit."

Jude was wearing jeans and a loose fitting sport shirt, untucked, and he gave Paul a crushing handshake while smiling and said, "Totally understand, I'm in my old jeans, so getting a little dirty isn't a problem," and released his vice grip and turned to smile at Professor Baker. She looked relieved and using her key FOB opened the trunk and looked helplessly inside, while Jude peered over her shoulder and spotted the spare tool kit.

Jude politely brushed her aside, opened the kit and passed the wrench to Professor Farrell, "Why don't you loosen the lugnuts Paul while I get the jack and pull out the spare." Jude knew this was a dominant tactic to issue directions and the boyfriend's compliance was a welcome response.

Jude started removing his white sportshirt, revealing a gray compression t-shirt with a marine logo. It outined his virile, ripped torso, and his muscular arms easily outgunned the boyfriend. It had the desired effect as Jude caught Professor Baker staring. She nervously joked, "I guess once a marine, always a marine."

Before Jude could respond, Paul, who had moved out of sight at the front of the car, cursed, "Damn it, these lugnuts are overtightened, we need a power torque wrench to take them off."

Professor Baker turned to Paul who was awkwardly bending over the flat tire grimacing with both hands on the wrench. She said, "Let Jude help, honey." Paul stood up, turned, and noticed Jude's muscular arms and shoulders. Already flushed red from exertion, Paul shrugged and handed the wrench to Jude feeling embarrassed and mumbled, "Maybe I've loosened them a bit, three of them came off but two are stuck, and I couldn't get leverage without tearing this suit."

"I'm sure it's just a matter of leverage," agreed Jude as he took the wrench from Paul, and handed his white sport shirt to Professor Baker. He could feel Professor Baker's eyes on him while he took one knee in front of the tire. Paul had stepped back to watch. Jude effortlessly removed both lugnuts. "Yeah, you definitely loosened them, Paul," Jude lied as he turned and efficiently positioned the tire jack into place.

As if to comfort her boyfriend's ego, Professor Baker whispered, "Paul, Jude is a marine, a former marine."

"Please don't patronize me, Tracy, I've got just one shot at making assistant Dean and can't afford to miss today's lecture, and I'm somewhat handicapped wearing this damn suit."

Jude was smiling to himself, elated these two lovebirds were already in a quarrel over his manufactured mishap.

Jude had the tire changed in less than 5 minutes, and with flat tire under one arm, announced, "You're all set, and I'll take your flat tire over to a shop I know. I didn't see any nails so maybe it's just a slow leak requiring a patch, can probably have it back to you before this afternoon's classes are over."

"Are you sure, Jude? That's so kind of you, and I'll be sure to pay whatever it costs," Professor Baker responded thankfully.

Paul, obviously irritated and feeling somewhat emasculated, said, "Yeah, thanks again Jude," then turned to Tracy and asked, "Can we get back to campus now?"

"Geez, alright, Paul, you don't need to be so rude," snapped Professor Baker who then smiled toward Jude, handing him his sportshirt and in an apologetic tone said, "Thank you, Jude, and I'll be in my office until 5pm if the tire is ready today, otherwise I'll see you at tomorrow's lecture."

Jude smiled and nodded to the couple as they got into the car, and noticed Professor Baker adjusting the rearview mirror or perhaps checking him out, then placed the car's gear into reverse. Jude just smirked and turned and walked away, pleased phase one of his mission was successful!

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Jude knew she was ready to be taken again. He kept pounding and thrusting and leaned his mouth over to her left ear and whispered, "Yeah, your pussy is mine, what would your professor cuck boyfriend do if he walked in right now, huh? Would he let me take you? Would he try punching me out? Or would he cream his pants watchin' us fuck, and seeing his girlfriend cum like a bitch in heat? You wanna cum again for me Babe? Yeah, ohhh, Babe you're sooo close cuz I can feel that sweet pussy huggin my cock. CUM for me, Babe, CUM now!." He planked just inches above her, then began grinding his manhood and muscular abdomen downward.

Professor Baker's senses exploded and she let out a feral scream as an orgasmic tidal wave washed over her, overwhelming her senses as she involuntarily convulsed, panted, grunted and continued to shudder for minutes. She finally caught her breath, then uttered in a tone of surrender, "Ugggggh, mmmmmmm, fuuuck, what, what....ohhhhh my, Jude."

"Yeah, ohhh yeahhh, Babe, you just had another Jude-gasm. You're sooo fucking hot...I'm almost there, Babe." Jude couldn't hold back any longer, his cock was so hard it almost hurt. He had slowed his pace to enjoy the professor's climax, but now lowered himself on top of his conquest, both of them sweating and panting, and centered his weight on his knees, then started his final thrusting and grinding movements, reaching level six on his fucking scale. His muscular body, hard cock, verbal grunts and jackhammer pounding were unlike any lover the professor had previously experienced. "Jude... ohhh.... you're sooo hard, ohhh, fuuckkk...UGHHH!"

Jude's pounding was causing the bed to squeak in protest as he pummelled the dazed professor, then he sensed the moment of triumph and was growling between thrusts as he approached the finale, "YES I'm there BABE [thrust], yeah, FUUCK [thrust], are you ready [thrust] to take my load [thrust], yeah ohhh fuuuck [thrust] TAKE IT BABE!" Jude climaxed as his rugged torso slammed into the professor, then slammed again, and again, pumping and pumping his hot seed into the professor who was moaning, shaking, and now having another seizmic orgasm of her own, cascading in waves of pleasure.

Professor Baker convulsed and threw her head back, breathlessly grunting, "Ohhhhh, ugh ahhh....JUDE, ohh, gaaawwd, ughhhh, mmmmmmnm," she couldn't form thoughts. Jude's thrusts finally subsided, then slowed, then he became nearly motionless, hugging her, breathing heavily with his cock still deep and hard, and her entire body seemed to be floating even though Jude's heavy frame rested on top of her. At one point she was certain she had passed out, totally spent, but managed to whisper in her orgasmic recovery, "What in the hell? What did you just do to me?"

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Just before 4pm, Jude returned to campus with the professor's "repaired" tire and used his own jack to remount it to her car, then sauntered to the professor's office, still wearing his compression T-shirt and slightly disheveled. "Tire only needed a small patch. I've mounted it and left your spare next to the trunk," he announced at her open doorway.

Professor Baker had been grading papers, looked up and smiled at Jude and glanced at his muscular chest before looking down, apparently looking for her purse, as she said, "How much was the repair bill, I'll write you a check."

"No need, Professor, the shop owner owed me a favor and it was a minor fix. But I did lose some studying time, so please cut me some slack tomorrow during lecture," he winked and she laughed.

"Seriously Jude, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done. Listen, Paul and I are having a casual dinner at my place, why not join us? It's the least we can do."

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I was looking forward to another dining hall dinner. I've had more appetizing food rations during field exercises."

Professor Baker laughed, gave Jude her address and told him dinner would be ready at 7pm, allowing Jude time to shower and change. He showered, checked his five o'clock shadow and decided to skip the shave, then drove to the professor's apartment, not knowing whether she shared it with her boyfriend. The apartment complex was upscale in a park-like setting, with multiple five story buildings.

Professor Baker greeted him at the door still wearing her tight jeans and white blouse, but in bare feet. Jude had changed into another pair of jeans that were slightly tighter, accentuating his glutes, as well as his hefty package, should anyone let her eyes wander in that direction. He also wore a golf polo shirt, showing off his rugged and ripped torso, strong arms and virile chest hair peaking above the unbuttoned v-neck.

Smiling handsomely with his chiseled good looks, Jude entered the apartment, kicked off his sandals and asked, "Where's Professor Farrell?"

"Oh, Paul just called, said he's running late and asked me to pass along his apologies, I guess he's working on a big project, hoping to make assistant Dean." She rolled her eyes and smiled.