"Professor, would you suck my cock?"
"What?" Julie looked up, startled, at the undergrad standing in her office.
"Would you check my chart?" the young man repeated.
"Oh," Julie nodded. "Sure, let me see it."
Inwardly she winced. It had been three months since she'd moved out here to take a new teaching position. Three months without being in any more interesting positions.
Her husband, Glen, had had to stay behind to finish up a major project for a client and make arrangements to relocate his business to be closer to her. That, by itself, wasn't a problem. Julie and Glen had always enjoyed the benefits of their open marriage. She was quite sure Glen wasn't having any problems. Julie had no doubt his little secretary was bobbing her head on her husband's thick, meaty cock and swallowing his warm, salty load...
Julie stifled a groan. Three months with nothing but her vibrator. Three months without even one cock, much less a decent gangbang. Between the strait-laced nature of the town and the college's strict policies against associating with students (which Julie wasn't quite willing to test yet, if only because she'd just started here), it had been a long dry spell.
Sighing, Julie tried to focus her attention on the student's work. His chart looked good. So did the well-defined muscles in his arms. Julie wondered if he played college sports. He probably had excellent stamina.
Julie signed again. Once her office hours were over, she'd pay a little visit to the supply room for some alone time...
...
"Man, did you see 'em today?" Chuck grinned foolishly.
"Son," Dan chuckled as he pushed a broom over the same spot on the supply room floor he'd supposedly been cleaning for ten minutes, "Professor Julie Manchester's tight shirts and braless titties are one of the true perks of cleaning this building."
"They sure are perky," Chuck said. "I'd love to get my hands on them, give them a good squeeze."
"I'd squeeze 'em alright," Dan leered. "Squeeze right around my dick, give her a nice pearl necklace."
"Dude!" Chuck laughed.
"What, you know she's got to be freaky," Dan smiled. "No woman with purple hair and tattoos ain't freaky. I bet she don't even wear panties under those skirts of hers."
"I wish she wore shorter skirts," Chuck mused.
"I'd love to bend her over, flip her skirt up and slide right in," Dan pumped his hips. "Oh yeah, take it baby! Take it hard!"
Chuck's laughter died as his face went white.
"Really," Julie said.
Dan's broom fell with a clatter as he whirled around.
Professor Julie Manchester leaned against the storage room shelves behind him. A woman of medium height, her hair was dyed in shades of purple, fading from dark by the roots to light, almost pink, where it brushed the tops of her full, round breasts. Her blouse was a different shade of purple, tight across her obviously braless breasts, hard nipples visibly pressed against the straining fabric. Her typical long, full skirt flowed down from her lovely hips. Bright, clever eyes watched both men with amusement.
"Uhhhh," Chuck stammered.
"We were just..." Dan started.
"Saying something about squeezing my tits," Julie said, one hand sensuously tracing the lower curve of those tits. "I believe there was also something about fucking them, giving me a pearl necklace. Oh and then you were going to bend me over and... fuck me... hard. You must have impressive stamina. Did I miss anything?"
She sashayed into the open space in the middle of the storeroom. Her firm, round breasts swayed with every mesmerizing step.
"We're dead," Chuck mumbled, plainly trying to think of how he was going to escape and still have a job.
Dan, on the other hand, decided he may as well brazen it out. Fixing a tough look on his face, he said "No, that about covered it."
