Perpetual Exploitations Ch 05

On Sunday morning, Mary could still feel the effects of the attention she had received on Friday night. Her fingers traced over her mound stopping on her tiny rosebud. It wasn't sore, but it was evident that it had gotten some attention.

Mary's hand went from inspection mode to a delicate caress of her backdoor. The sensation of her touch felt wonderful and she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't touched herself like this before. Wetting her finger it returned to moisten her rosebud; it felt good but not nearly as good as the tongue that made her pussy explode.

Whose tongue had probed her and made her explode uncontrollably? He was experienced, she was pretty sure that it wasn't one of the other students; this guy new how to touch a woman and make her beg for more. Mary moaned quietly as her finger pushed past the tight muscle.

With one hand squeezing her breast she tried to emulate the magical touch of the other night. Closing her eyes, she sucked her fingers to a slippery wetness and worked two into her ass. Instantly she began to feel an orgasm building. She consciously avoided touching her pussy; eyes closed, fingers moving quicker now she was close. It came on fast and her hips bucked wildly as an orgasm tore through her body like an earthquake.

"What the fuck are you doing over there girl?" Shandi's voice shocked Mary back to reality. "I'm trying to sleep here."

"Sorry." Mary's heart raced and she could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

On her way to class on Monday, her focus was now on more mature men; groundskeepers, campus police were high on her list as they had the means and access to places as well as the ability to blackmail a person into submission.

In class she couldn't focus, the detective in her was playing back all the likely suspects. What would she do if she found them? Would she call the police and press charges? Would she blackmail them back? She couldn't say for sure, she just knew that she had to know and that she wanted more.

"You still seem distracted Miss Tremblay." The professor stood over her.

Mary looked up, "I'm fine Professor Albert." His face showed genuine concern.

"Gilles." He smiled, "Please call me Gilles. Why don't you walk with me back to my office?"

Mary complied and it was a relatively one sided conversation. The professor tried to get her to confide in him knowing something was on her mind and she continued to downplay the situation. In his office, he continued his delicate interrogation, "You can tell me anything; I hope you know that anything you say will stay between us."

In an attempt to end the inquisition, Mary told him she was having some personal problems.

"A guy?" Gilles smiled.

Mary rolled her eyes, "You could say that."

"Well...I'm always here. I don't want this affecting your grades." Gilles gave her a wink.

A week had gone by since she had been used without contact from her assailant. No conversation about a video or a final task. If it was going to happen, it would be soon she imagined. She had an hour before her next class and returned to her dorm to grab some lunch. As soon as the door closed, she had the over powering need for release.

Sitting on the edge of her bed she slipped a hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her magic bean wildly. An orgasm was building quickly but stagnated on the cusp of release. She probed her pussy hoping to spur it on unsuccessfully. Closing her eyes she imagined someone fingering her pussy; an older guy probing her delicate flesh deeply. Her fingers slick with her juices found her back door and began to rub it until a fingertip pushed inside. In her mind an older man looked down at her watching her ecstasy as he brought her to the edge and pushed her off. Her hips bucked wildly and her pussy squirted gushed soaking through her panties and yoga pants. Mary collapsed on her back with her hand holding her throbbing pussy staring at the man who had pleased her; it was her professor and she would never look at him the same way again.

Mary was wrong; the weekend came and went without contact. She was actually disappointed and toyed with the idea of texting her assailant. On her way in the classroom she dropped her mid-term essay on the professor's desk, "Good Morning Professor." She couldn't help but smile at him.

"Gilles! Call me Gilles!"

Walking back to her desk she looked back over her shoulder to flash an evil smile before flipping her hair and sitting down. Did I really just flirt with the professor? What the heck was I thinking?

Throughout the class, Gilles appeared to be constantly looking at her. When class ended, he didn't waste any time walking over to her desk, "You are in a much better mood today Mary."

"I've got a new perspective I guess." Mary smiled.

Gilles smiled, "I'm glad!" his voice was sweet and genuine.

All Mary could think about was how good he might be with his tongue. With each word she imagined his lips eating her like candy, "Are you still open for grabbing a coffee and chatting?" Mary surprised herself with the question.

"Sorry, I've got a busy few days ahead of me." Gilles shrugged and pointed to the stack of mid-terms.

Mary tried her best to hide her disappointment, "No problem."

Gilles could see the disappointment in the young woman. He had put himself out there as a confidant and when she finally comes around he's too busy. "Are you free on Friday?"