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Stuck Between a Black Rock and a Hard Man {darkest_fate&LRDGRat}

darkest_fate

darkest_fate

machina erotica
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This is insane and wrong and just... insane on so many levels! Ugh, I hope that Ryder got everything together for this, or I swear to God, I'm going to kill him... Harlow Roxx thought to herself as she came up to the almost sedate office of her long-time professor. The college coed was nearly shivering, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with the cold: they'd managed to crank the heat up in the offices despite the fact that a thaw seemed to finally be in the works. Though Harlow had opted for something that was perhaps a tad skimpier than her usual classroom ensemble, it wasn't anything too horribly scandalous. Her boyfriend (practically fiance, really) Ryder's loose army style shirt covered up her slender frame well, and since she only had a relatively skimpy black lace bra underneath, well, it was pretty sexy. And her distressed jeans had something of a sultry look. It wasn't like she could really tramp it up, not when she needed to head across campus. Couldn't make it too obvious. At least she could opt for some skimpy lingerie underneath, which should send a message. As would all the trimming she'd done, which hadn't been too bad: Harlow liked to have everything looking nice and trim.

No, the shivering came more for the reason why she was there. It wasn't just the whole "seeing the professor" business, which was enough to scare most girls her age anyway. It was the fact of why. She was seeing them. She pulled out her phone, checking her bank account again. The negative number spoke for itself, really, and she wasn't going to get any money from her job at the school for another week. Ryder was supposed to have some money in time for the upcoming rent check, but supposedly he'd needed to use it for something else. Which left them officially screwed, since they were already behind and Harlow's paycheck might not cover all the late fees.

Easy enough, insisted Ryder. That one professor's been drooling over your hot, luscious blonde bod since the beginning of the semester. Fuck, since Harlow showed up, he'd probably taken notice, though she hadn't exactly had him in class yet. She'd actually taken a class later, hearing partially that he was good at what he did. Truthfully she liked it, and did alright. Ryder was the one bombing it. Which was probably why, of all the professors in the university, he'd singled out this one as the one they should blackmail. And his plan was relatively simple: use social messaging to flirt with him, get a session with him during one of his last office hours, and strongly imply that he could fuck you if he wanted. Considering that Harlow did, admittedly, look fucking hot, it made at least some sense. But she was usually all about empowerment. But apparently her suggestion of artfully posing nude was a bad idea, while this was a good one. Fine. Whatever. Harlow just had to get her cute little blonde ass to the office, perhaps work the professor up a little, then get him to one of the lounges nearby, usually used by professors, but sometimes with students. Ryder would be there, ready to record. Easy.

For Ryder. Harlow took another deep breath, unbuttoned a few buttons on the shirt, and knocked on the door. "Hey, professor?" she called, sticking her head in, a few blonde strands dangling free. Blue eyes swept the office, before landing on the man behind the desk. "Hey," she said, wiggling some fingers, "you ready to see me?" God, she hoped so, because it had already taken most of her nerve just to knock on the door and head in.
 
Jamal Anderson was not only a History Professor, but also a one-time college football player. He was 6'4" with broad shoulders and still a heavily muscled body despite pushing 40. He worked out every morning for an hour before classes and usually did the same after classes. Working out, he found, was a much better way to fight off the affects of aging than any drug or surgery. It also helped to have a healthy sex-life, something that Jamal did have - only his wife didn't fully know about what sort of things he got up to.

Jamal had a plethora of college coeds to choose from. It was a well kept secret that during the course of the year, he usually had an affair with one or two of his students - all white girls or Asian - who had a little jungle fever when it came to him. They were usually seniors, students about to graduate, but on occasion they were younger classmen too. No one ever talked about it, of course - he kept everyone satisfied - so the rumor mills were rather silent, despite a portion of the female students having crushes on him.

Harlow Roxx was a girl in one of his classes that had drawn his eye. She looked like the type who might be struck by some Jungle Fever and a string of texts lately had certainly suggested that. It was the usual flirting a college girl did to show she was interested in him and it was soon followed by her booking a study session with him - the last hour of the day. If past experience was any indication, this was the beginning moves of her trying to seduce him. He looked up her school profile, checking her grades and background, and nodded his head. Her grades in his class were doing fine, she really didn't seem like the type who needed help.

He sat at his desk, wearing slacks and a button down shirt that clung to his muscular body. He heard the knock on his door. "Come in." He responds, settling back in his chair. She stepped in and he smiled, letting his eyes run over her appearance. His winter coat hung on a peg by the door. With the rips in her jeans, she must be cold, but college girls were all about showing off. It'd be freezing out and they'd were short skirts and Ugg boots. A classic look that didn't make sense, but who was he to complain.

"Of course...please, come in and sit down and tell me what you need help with." He motions to one of the two chairs directly in front of his desk. The rest of the room had bookcases along the walls, a few pictures - historical ones - hanging on the walls, a coffee table with a leather couch, and a window looking out across the playing fields that were covered in snow.
 
Okay, come in. Shouldn't be too difficult and Harlow could handle this whole thing easily enough. Would hardly be the first time she'd flirted with a guy, even a married guy (though that was usually by accident). Technically would be the first time she flirted with a black guy, but she figured the overall principle had to be more or less the same. Plus she already knew that this one was thinking naughty thoughts and probably figured this visit would be starring them.

So putting on a smile, she headed on in. Harlow paused by the door, however, to make sure to carefully shut it behind her. Not lock: she'd need them to be heading out of there soon enough to actually get to the deed itself, but at least enough to give hints at some... impropriety. "Professor Anderson," she said, nodding her head as she came along to sit in the offered chair. "I'm just so glad you could come and see me! I know we get along in class and all, but it's always cool when a professor can see you outside," she nodded, before moving to lightly play with the edge of her hair. That was flirty, right? She shifted, looking up at him, trying to figure out how to best word it.

"So, you know my grades in your course are pretty good," she pointed out, figuring she'd start there. 'It's just so easy to pay attention and all," there, add a little more flirtation in there. Never hurt when you were trying to establish a deal. Plus professor types liked being complimented on their big brains and their teaching ability. Also didn't hurt that it was true, though Harlow was the type who could pay attention in most classes... so long as she saw the point. Since History informed the world, it just made sense to her. "But, see, I have this boyfriend... well, boy friend," she bit her lip, looking away, "you know, Ryder Ellison? And he's... not doing as good," she offered, trying to pout a little. Harlow wasn't great at that: she hadn't needed to, since she wasn't a daddy's girl or anything. Still, it was alright, all things considered. "We could really use some help with that...' she trailed off, trying to subtly imply that there would be compensation.

They'd been clear in their discussions: get him to be the one to suggest something naughty. Would put more blame on him when the time came.
 
And so it began, he thought. She wasn't a natural, it seemed, trying a bit too hard to flirt with him, but he would certainly entertain her and what she was looking for. He smiled softly at her as she began to speak, twirling her hair. Some of his previous lovers had been really good at the seduction thing. Some had played the innocent and naive part extremely well, before turning into a sexual deviant once the ice was broken. He wondered what type Harlow would be.

She complimented him, pointing out some obvious things, before working her way towards the meat of the subject. Yes, her grades were good - normally, they weren't, and the girl sought some 'extra credit', willing to do 'anything' for a passing grade - so he was interested to see where this was headed, whether she just wanted to bone her professor, or if she wanted to get something out of it. His head slowly bobbed as she revealed she had a boyfriend - he was pretty sure that meant she was screwing another guy, which made her being her even more enticing - and then he smiled a little more as the truth came out.

While she had not so much as said it out loud, she was offering to trade her body for a passing grade for her boyfriend. Jamal had to admit, it was kind of kinky. Obviously he was older and married - two facts that she knew - and most girls who came to him were not attached. But this girl, well, she had a boyfriend, an SO, but was still offering herself to him. That meant that they were pretty desperate for him to get a passing grade. So Jamal stood up, moving around his desk to stand in front of her, before resting his rear on the edge of his desk, leaning backwards slightly, his feet spread shoulder width apart.

"I've never had a student come to be on the behalf of another student, to improve their grade, Miss Harlow." He responds once she was finished. "Its certainly a unique situation to be in - since the student with the bad grade isn't here to work on improving their grade. Now, I think we both know why you're really here...and we both know just what you're willing to do to get that better grade for your boyfriend. So...to show you really mean it, I want you to take your jacket off and then come here..." He says, patting his thighs, meaning for her to come to him.
 
Of course Harlow knew that Professor Anderson was big: she had class with him, and she sat fairly close to the front. So she'd been sitting down while he'd been standing up before. But realizing that in the abstract and facing him down as he got up and approached you while making it quite clear what you were both there to do? Yeah, he suddenly seemed that much bigger now. She was only five foot three, and slender, so he did have over a foot on her, and that wasn't counting the rather impressive amount of muscle he'd built up as well. Plus there was just something about black guys that made them seem that much more... intimidating? Harlow blamed her very white focused upbringing, really.

He even seemed to take a position that was all but indicating what was going to happen. Harlow had to stare up at him, which at least she was used to, but it definitely made her feel smaller, something she wasn't a huge fan of. She suppressed it, giving him another doey eyed look, which at least she had some practice managing. The setup was unusual, she had to admit, and the latter part had her actually flushing slightly. Damn, he was just getting right to it, wasn't he? She hadn't quite expecting him to be so... blunt.

"Um, sure, I don't see why not..." she said, biting her lip and glancing behind her to make sure there wasn't anyone else there. Harlow rose to her feet, fingers working over the jacket. It took her longer than it would normally to get it off, fumbling some with buttons and all. It came free, showing hints of the lightly tanned skin beneath. Harlow shimmied, tossing the shirt onto the chair behind her, as instructed more or less, standing there wearing just a simple lace bra. It held up her moderately impressive breasts, hiding them from the direct eye. At least Harlow had done some light modeling, so she could handle this. Mostly just posing for other art classes, nothing big. She came up, almost shyly, standing just a few feet from him, looking up.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't exactly have... anything else on underneath?" she said, looking down at her mostly bared chest then up at him.
 
Jamal watched her fumbling with the buttons before the army jacket came off, revealing no shirt underneath, just a lace black bra that was simply for more than just comfort - it was for show. He had to admit, she had a nice body as well, now that her torso was revealed. He let his eyes roam over her appreciatively while he remained motionless, arms folded across his broad chest. She was certainly ready and willing, he thought - dressed for the occasion. He licked his lips, wetting them, before speaking again.

"Good girl." He murmurs softly. "Now, this is your last chance to back out from this, and we can pretend this conversation never happened, that you were never in my office, trying to barter your body for a better grade." He pauses, letting the words sink in, giving her a way out. "But if you want to go through with this, know that I am very...demanding, just like I am in the classroom. Its not going to be an Easy-A to obtain for your boyfriend and I hope you understand what that means. So, I'll give you a moment to think about it. Once you've made up your mind, you either dress and leave...or take your bra off and come to me."

He finished then, standing upright before moving over to the window to peer out. He wanted to give her some privacy, some semblance of not being pressured into anything, letting her make the decision. If she wanted him, if she wanted the grade, it would be up to her to make a move on him. At the same time, if she chickened out, she wouldn't have to do so under his gaze.
 
The licked lips nearly made Harlow shiver. He was just... there was something there that was downright unnerving to her. Probably didn't help that they were in extremely dangerous territory. Harlow was seriously considering backing out. Was it worth it, really? She hadn't exactly slept around or anything. Yeah, a few boyfriends, and she and Ryder were definitely having sex regularly, but nothing too major, nothing like this. Harlow earned her grades. But they had to do this. It was just for a little bit of money, to get them through. No big deal. They weren't even going to blackmail him for very long... really.

Ugh, the good girl was not helping. Harlow had to fight the urge to shiver at that, reminding herself that she was supposed to be acting pretty seductive here. Plus he was almost literally falling into the trap: outright saying that she had to offer herself up for a better grade. That was exactly what they wanted him to say! Because Harlow hadn't initiated it, she could use that against him. Using that to fuel her joy, Harlow let her smile deepen, blue eyes lighting up slightly as she did. She barely heard the bits about demanding and whatnot: wasn't going to matter because it wasn't going to get to that point.

Okay, so he wanted her naked from the top up from the get go. Harlow could play ball: wasn't like he was asking her to strip completely. Probably wanted to do that first. Plus, she could always throw the shirt on over her naked torso for their quick journey to the lounge area. She waited for him to turn her back, and shifted around. It took some fidgeting to get the bra undone: they were tricky, and it wasn't like she wore the sexy lace numbers all that often (Harlow was much more a "pull over the head' kinda gal). She finally got it, letting it fall free. She gave it a slight kick, figuring maybe it could be used for evidence later. Her breasts stood on their own, fairly moderate handfuls of slightly tanned skin. She had some natural slightly duskier coloration, and it went all the way to her slightly duskier nipples, which weren't quite fully erect.

Harlow shifted slightly, moving over a little more toward the window. "Uh, Professor? I'm ready to go when you are...?" she asked tentatively, reaching up to tap him on the shoulder. From there, she knew she'd have to lead him out to the lounge, Pied Piper style.
 
Jamal turned around slowly, his face expressionless until he saw her topless. "Now, thats the sort of view I enjoy turning back around to." He responds, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. His strong, powerful arms pulled her roughly against him, her petite frame against his giant size. His large hand covered the small of her back completely while his other hand slid up between them to squeeze one of her breasts firmly. His thumb rubbed over her nipple.

"I must admit, Harley...can I call you that? Or do you have a name you'd prefer me to call you?" He pauses, tweaking on her nipple. His face peered down at hers. "Anyways...I must admit that I've long admired you from afar....you have the most delightful looking body..." His hand on the small of her back traveled down, firmly grabbing her ass cheek, spreading it apart from her others in the jeans she still wore. "...and I look forward to seeing it naked. The female body is truly an art form, and its one that I enjoy admiring as often as possible."

He leaned down then, bringing his face inches from hers. "And I do hope you'll try you hardest to get your boyfriends grade up for him. I don't like having to tell a girl to do something twice, if you catch my meaning. Now, its time to taste those sweet lips of yours." He leans in the rest of the way, pressing his mouth against hers.
 
Harlow did have a little comeback ready for him, but it turned into a squeal as she found herself all but scooped up by him. Soon she found a hand around her waist, locking her in place, nearly pressing her much smaller body against his. Another sensation hit her chest, making Harlow gasp as she felt fingers teasing near her chest. The thumb just flicked a nipple, making her let out another squeak. "You really don't wanna mess around, huh?" she asked, trying to be playful, or at least be more of a participant in this.

Soon she was nodding as he offered up a nickname. "People use that. The movie helped. I went by Rebel online for a bit, but Harley's fine," she added a shrug, then forced herself to look up at him and smile. Damn, were they really nailing this! He had looked at her, admired her, which meant lusting after her. Fuck, he was even jumping straight to talking about and groping her body. Harlow couldn't have dreamed up a better setup, except for maybe being closer to the door or having left her jacket on. Wasn't like he couldn't work over her chest with the shirt still draped over it. Harlow tried shivering, wondering if that could work.

The looming down had her looking up, already anticipating what he had in mind. "I don't think any teacher likes a bad student," she replied, smiling slightly. Harlow definitely got his suggestion now. She raised a hand up, cupping it around his head to try and help pull herself up. Even then, the girl was stretching up on her toes to press her soft pink lips against his. He had leaned in, but Harlow definitely wanted to make it look like she was interested. Get him going, work him up. Guys'll do whatever if you get them horny enough first. She even parted her lips slightly, giving full indication that he could just slide his tongue on in and stake some claim if he wanted. Her hands feathered about his neck and shoulders, getting a feel.

Damn, he's built! This is, like, all muscle! He's not a bad kisser either. Mrs. Anderson's one lucky bitch. Almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do to them...
 
Jamal wasn't one to beat around the bushes. He was very forward with his desires, what he wanted and when he wanted them. He never saw the point in pretending like they weren't here to fuck. At their ages, thats all it came down to anymore. As a married man, he wasn't looking to fall in love and leave his wife. In fact, his life at home was quite good. His own daughters were off at another college, his wife took care of him and cooked him meals each night. They still had sex, frequently, but not nearly enough from him, and certainly not anything kinky other than her dressing up on occasion.

He pressed his tongue into Harleys mouth, moaning softly as he tasted her for the first time. His tongue was long, pressing deep into her mouth and over her tongue. His hand on her breast slid over to her other breast, repeating the same treatment to it before giving the nipple a tug and a tweak. His hand on her ass squeezed and caressed it some more. He slowly turned them around before pressing her up against the window.

He kept her like that, mouthing with her, for a few long minutes, his arousal starting to grow in his pants, starting to poke her in the belly, before he broke off the kiss. Jamal, of course, had no idea that she wanted him in a different room, where her boyfriend was waiting to film and blackmail him. "Mhm...I think its time to take your pants off so I can get the full picture..."
 
That tongue felt fucking long! Harlow kept expecting to find the end to it, or for him to just start reaching partway into her mouth or something. But she found herself dealing with a tongue that felt almost as big as Ryder's dick! Fuck, it actually felt a bit larger than some of the cocks that Harlow had in her mouth. Easy enough to put her lips on it, to even give it a little sucking action between kisses. Just bob her head slightly, act like it actually was a dick instead of just a flexible muscle. Easy to put that into practice, and should make her seem much hornier than she actually was.

Not that she wasn't starting to get revved up. His possessive hands upon her chest were doing their work. Teasing flicks drew little bursts of pleasure directly into her chest, making her jump with each one. She felt the dusky center tightening a little more, forming a harder target for him to work with. Caresses drew more arousal to the spot, Harlow's chest growing tighter and tighter. She could feel it pooling down between her legs as well. She let her own hands fall down upon his body, well, one anyway. One remained tucked behind his neck, to keep gripped, while the other moved to feel his chest for a few moments.

They turned... and not toward the door. Fuck! Harlow soon found her bared back against a window, making her squeal from the sudden cold on her skin. she arched slightly, shivering and twisting slightly. She could see some of the quad below, though it was highly unlikely that anyone would be looking up, and even if they did, they probably couldn't make it out, and even if they could, at most they'd see a blonde form pressed against a window, which could be anything or anyone. Harlow focused on kissing, both hands now cupping him to keep herself somewhat grounded.

Fuck, he could kiss for a while too. By the time he broke, Harlow was nearly panting. Her lips had that slightly stung look that came from too much work, and her breath came in slightly heavier gasps as she looked up at him. "Al--already?" she asked, adding a slightly nervous laugh. She twirled her hands along him, before moving up. "Wouldn't you rather get somewhere more... relaxing?" There, that should get the idea. Or at least delay it. Because she thought she felt something poking against her, and it definitely felt larger than a pencil.
 
Jamal dropped his mouth to her breasts once the kiss broke, bending down low to reach them with his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, rubbing his tongue all over it before letting it slip from his mouth with a pop. He repeated the process to her other perk breast as she spoke and then perked up at her suggestion. This was something new. He didn't know how many girls he had fucked, bent over his desk or on the leather sofa in his office. He was pretty sure a good many of the varied stains on that sofa were his cum. But none of them has suggested they go someplace else - at least, not until after the first few times.

He had fucked a few of 'his' girls in the back seat of a car - theirs or hiss - parked in the woods off campus. He had fucked another in the locker room after one of the football games, her cheerleaders outfit lifted up to expose ass and tits. One he had even fucked in her dorm room over break, while most of the dorm was empty of students. A few he had even managed to take back to his home while his wife was away on business, fucking them in his marital bed. And all of them, of course, had been fucked in his office and even nearby clasrooms.

He lifted his head up from her breasts and took a step back. "Oh - what did you have in mind?"
 
Since when was Professor Anderson some sort of awesome lover? Harlow had heard the rumors, but hearing them and being on the receiving end of the reality were two very different circumstances. Even Ryder didn't often go in for the whole tit sucking, figuring it to be infantile (and usually Harlow agreed, though she did love it when he gave her breasts little playful nips). But this felt almost lewd, like he was slurping up at her. The rubbing felt almost sinful, making her writhe slightly, pressing against the window. It had even started to steam slightly, which Harlow really didn't want to think further about. Best to focus on the task at hand, mainly getting him to head somewhere else.

Okay, he was off her breasts. And away. Both made it that much easier to talk, and she could step away from the window, shivering. Though her chest still shimmered slightly from his saliva, dusky nipples two erect points on her chest, practically begging for further attention. "I was figuring the lounge?" she offered, gesturing in the vague direction she knew it to be. "It's got, like, those long, low sofas and stuff? Plus there's this code people use to discourage people from just wandering in there. Kinda a common area for people to head for, y'know, what we're doing, when their dorms are busy or whatnot," she shrugged. College students needed places to fuck, mostly. So they found them, had little codes and whatnot. Didn't hurt that said lounge would be essentially abandoned at this time of day, save for one key person.

Harlow stepped around, working her way back toward her shirt while still giving him a teasing smile. "After all, you want to be comfortable, right?" she asked. She reached down, fingers playing along her waistband for a few moments. That's right; You could have what's inside here. Just come with me to the lounge. She trailed her hands down to the button keeping them sealed. A finger flicked that up, the pressure letting her sag for just a bit, not even enough to show the lacy black thong she'd worn to match the bra. Harlow gave him an almost coquettish look, falling just short of batting her eyelashes.

C'mon... take the bait!
 
Jamal watched the girl move, more sure of herself now as she put on a little teasing show. He was oblivious to the real motives behind her desire to get him to a more secluded area. His grin spread as she spoke, offering him a public-private place and one he had never ventured before. All doors had locks on them too, so they'd be able to lock the door to the lounge to prevent any unwanted visitors. Not to mention no one would try to unlock it - or had a key or the doorcode if they weren't Faculty, and most faculty did not hang around at the end of the day.

"You are certainly full of surprises today, Harley. I'm starting to feel like you've had this all planned out for some time. I had no idea you were this...eager...to get such a good grade." He responds, stepping past her, letting his hand grope her ass as he leaned in and kissed the side of her cheek. "But I'm sold. I like surprises like you. Why don't you put that jacket on and then lead the way? I'll follow a minute or so behind, so you can make sure its clear and safe for me to enter."

He nods his head, dismissing her once she agreed and moved back behind his desk. He packed his things up then, putting them into his satchel and made a once over...noticing her discarded bra on the floor where it had fallen just under the edge of the coffee table. He smiled and bent over, picking it up. He moved to his desk and unlocked the bottom drawer, pulling it open to reveal a collection of mostly panties and thongs, but also a few bras. His keepsakes from his girls, something to remember them by. He dropped her bra in with the others and then locked the drawer.

He exited his office, locking the door behind him and turning off the lights, before slinging his satchel over his shoulder. He then moved down the hallway and to the lounge where she was hopefully awaiting.
 
Yes! He was going for it! She just gave him a teasing smile, trying to act all innocent, like he hadn't pretty much just nailed precisely the whole thing in one swoop. She even let out a giggle as he bent down to kiss her cheeks, turning her head slightly, standing on her toes as he started giving her butt another quick grope. Harlow had a few more reasons on hand, ready to start talking him into heading that way. But fortunately, he seemed totally on board! Plus she even got to put her jacket back on, so Harlow was definitely counting this as a win/win!

"That's great!" she chirped, bobbing up on her toes and fighting the urge to clap like a little schoolgirl. "And you're right, I'm super eager, but you also know I'm smart," she wiggled a finger at him, "so you know I had to think this out some ahead of time," add in a playful, coy wink, and Harlow turned. She almost skipped over to her shirt, more than eager to put some spring into her step. The plan was working~ They were gonna get the money~ She wouldn't have to put out~

The girl even gave herself a little hip wiggle as she headed out, almost skipping her way to the lounge. Her shirt of course went over her first, though she only bothered with a few buttons now, just enough to keep it covering up the girls. Her belly was bared beneath it, which she thought looked kind of hot anyway, and would've been a way she'd probably have considered wearing the outfit in hotter weather. For now, she slid into the lounge, closing the door behind her and looking around. "Ryder!" she hissed. 'Ryder! It's Harlow! The fuck are you?" she started looking around, diving behind the long, low-slung couch (which probably had innumerable stains), around the vending machine. She even opened the cabinets. "Ryder? The fuck?" she mumbled, before feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. Still with her head in the cabinet, Harlow reached down.

Sry bab, sumthin cam up. nix plan.

Harlow panicked, sending a quick response, trying to let Ryder know that it was a bit too late, but he was already sending the next:

emergency practice. fone on silent. <3 u bab.

"Oh, fuck," mumbled Harlow, sitting back on her heels. Now what the hell was she supposed to do?
 
Jamal paused outside the door. He glanced both ways down the hallway before opening it and stepping into the lounge. He turned and closed the shades on the door before locking it. The door would beep several times if some one tried to get in using the now disabled door code. He stepped in past the vending machines and the little hallway that led to the door and into the main lounge, smiling as he saw her standing there. Her second chance to flee had come and gone. Now, now he was going to claim her.

He set his satchel down and walked over to her, coming up behind her as she seemed distracted. He slid his arms around her waist, reaching up to start tugging on the few buttons she had done up. "Mhm...I do like this setting a bit more. Its kinda kinky." He murmurs softly, bending down to start kissing and sucking on the side of her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark - yet - but to start warming her up once more.

Once her buttons were undone, he slid his large hands up inside of her now open jacket, those hands finding her perk breasts once more. Both breasts were squeezed and massaged at the same time now and he seemed eager to take things a hair slower then before - her jacket was still on, afterall! - and wanted to warm her up a bit too.
 
The murmur had Harlow jumping. She almost scrambled back, but found him instead pulling her to her feet. She leaned against him, not dumb enough to try fighting against someone that much larger, particularly not when she was supposed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Harlow tried leaning back against him, threading her arms up. But inwardly she was fighting panic: this was definitely not the plan. Anderson was smart: he'd probably locked the door. Which meant no one was coming in. Which meant no rescue. And she'd already agreed to this, led him in here. If she turned chicken now they couldn't blackmail him in the future, and they still needed the money. It wasn't like that many professors were drooling over Harlow (oh, if only she knew), or that she could gather the courage to do this again.

Her breasts kissed air. She felt the slightly hardened nipples tensing up, and soon hands were teasing them once more. Hot lips had pressed against her neck... which she actually rather liked. She could feel him almost being lax about it. Why not? No one would interrupt them, after all. Harlow's mind kept racing, trying to figure out what to do. How did she usually avoid sex if she didn't want it? Well, if it was a boyfriend...

That was it! Harlow almost let out a cry of triumph. She let a hand fall to Anderson's waist. Her fingers played along his waistband for a few moments, until she got toward the center. Licking her lips, Harlow dared let her hand drift downward. Just rub him a few times. In Harlow's experience, she could get most guys to actually blow their load in their pants. Anderson was older, so he should go even quicker, even if he was good at this. So she started moving downward, rubbing...

...only to pause as she felt just how much there was to rub. Don't panic, and don't say anything stupid... but he does feel... how big is he...?
 
Jamal felt her melt in his hands this time. She seemed more relaxed and eager in this setting. Maybe she was scared some one would walk in on them at his office, or that her boyfriend would come looking for her there and discover her cheating on him. He felt her nipples harden rapidly this time and started to focus his attention on them as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. She seemed to be enjoying that too.

He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger before tugging them, pulling them away from her chest. As he did so, he twisted ever so slightly before releasing them, then pinched them again, this time twisting them the other way. She certainly had a nice rack and stomach - he imagined the rest of her was quite nice too. Her hands started to explore him now, rubbing over his muscular frame before one hand started to creep lower.

Even though he was only semi-erect, she would be able to tell he was packing. He pressed his hips into her hand as it groped his cock. Now, this was more like it he thought. He lifted his head from her neck then, sliding his hands to the jacket. He stepped back, pulling the jacket off of her to leave her topless once more. "Lets get a little more comfortable." He whispers into her ear, taking her hand. He led her over to one of those low couches before letting go of her hand.

He sank down in the middle of the sofa, legs spread. He patted his lap once more, wanting her to straddle him so they could continue to make out.
 
Harlow's body and mind warred. On the one hand, she didn't want to look like she was enjoying herself; it would be cheating and she kept trying to tell herself she didn't want this. on the other hand, she could hardly deny that Anderson's skillful touches were doing their thing. Unlike so many of her partners, he learned, and fast. Already he'd picked up on her being more receptive to the whole neck kissing thing. Which meant she really should try to be careful with whatever else he was doing. She had to act like... like, what she was cold? But she had to lead him on. Get him to cum. Ugh, this was way harder than it was supposed to be! Stupid fucking Ryder and his damn practice!

"Ow!" she chirped as she felt him pulling, arching into it. It wasn't quite a bite, but Harlow did appreciate the intense work on her nipples. Teasing and pinching, pulling, it made her squirm, putting away thoughts of whether to fake it or not. Really hard to try and fake like it wasn't effecting you when he fucking caught you by surprise and was doing stuff you enjoyed. She could feel the heat pooling later down, but she just told herself she'd have to use that. Like, she could flirt. Could use her own arousal to, like, do some more stuff to him or something. she leaned back into him, kept her hands exploring, working.

Okay, just.... ignore the size. It's still a dick. And more size probably meant more sensitive or something. Harlow had totally read that somewhere. She started rubbing against him, pressing her palm along his length, fingers extending. She swirled, almost as if she were mixing paint, working all along it, not quite grinding down, mostly teasing. He was doing the same, after all. But she felt him moving, and she moved in turn, letting him take the jacket off, chest bared again. "You really must like the view, huh?" she asked, smiling up at him. Wasn't like she could bitch about the cold in here.

She followed him as he led her toward the couch .Okay, down, straddle. She could do this. Dry-humping had been a trick she'd mastered at fourteen, after all, with a particularly horny artist boyfriend who, admittedly, had been at least pretty good at reciprocating. Harlow wrapped her hands about Anderson's neck, steadying, as she let her knees sink against him. Her hips began to move, pressing down against him. "I should've guessed you'd be so... large,' she said, adding a slight inward wince. She rolled her hips against him, while placing hands on his chest. Her mouth angled up, and she took a kiss along his lips, giving a nibble. C'mon... cum already, so she could act all disappointed and then leave to yell at Ryder.
 
Jamal felt her weight settle on his lap. She wasn't being shy with her body now. Her hips pressed down onto his groin as she started to grind herself against him. His cock hardened to its full size as she did so, pressing its meaty size up at her. His hands slid up her legs from her knees to her hips, then around to squeeze and spread her ass once more. Girls with nice asses in tight jeans had always been a thing for him.

Her hand was on his chest as she leaned into to kiss him. This time, he sucked on her lower lip, catching it between his teeth before letting it go to mash his mouth against hers once more. That long, firm tongue snaked into her mouth once more and pressed firmly against hers, wiggling about. His hands slid up her bared back and sides, exploring her body as she ground on him. His hands slid around to her breasts once more and he pushed her back, leaning away from him.

He dropped his kisses down onto her chest and breasts once more. He sucked on her nipples properly this time, tugging on them with his teeth, rubbing his tongue over her hardened nipples rapidly. He moaned softly against her and switched from breast to breast before settling back once more.

"I think its time for you to become acquainted with my...better half, the one you're really going to have to please to get that better grade. Its very hard right now and is seeking some much needed relief. Can you do that for me?"
 
There it was: she could feel his cock pulsing against her jeans, thankful for the four layers of cloth that separated the two of them. Harlow couldn't quite get a real estimation, and she was just certain that it had to be smaller than it felt, but it felt like something absolutely massive. Like, how on earth this guy could go around teaching coeds with a cock like this was beyond Harlow. Really good control or taste, she guessed. He certainly didn't hold back his lust for one now, as he had her writhing in his arms.

The sucking almost made her moan. Fuck, that was actually kind of hot, and she soon found her mouth mashing against his once more. Tongues dueled, hers rising up to flick against his as it invaded. But Harlow quickly found herself outclassed: all those years kissing fumbling teenage boys left her woefully unprepared to handle a full grown man with decades more practice than she had years on this planet. She tried to make up for it in enthusiasm, mouth working frantically, tongue flailing almost madly about, attempting to work around his, to tease. She gave his tongue a few playful nibbles, figuring that she should try to play up the whole horny coed angle she had going.

So she was almost surprised as he pulled her slightly back. "I was just---OOH!" she yelled the last as she felt his mouth settling on her chest. When teeth hit nipples, Harlow jerked. Her body spasmed toward him, hips grinding down in an almost needy burst. Just that little bit of pain sparked into pleasure, the eagerness expressed in the nibble just turned her on more than she could properly vocalize. Her nipples stood at full attention, swelling under his need, as if overreacting to the slight little bit. The tugs made her moan, and she had to cover her mouth with a hand, still concerned that someone might overhear. At least Harlow wasn't, like, dangerously vocal about her sex... normally. But he was working both her breasts, pouring heat into her.

Fuck, I'm going to be jumping Ryder's bones after this, and he so doesn't fucking deserve it. Should make him go down on me...

Right, time to get to business. Harlow nodded, shifting slightly. "I think I can manage..." she said, biting a lip as she looked up at him. Adding a slight giggle, Harlow worked her hand to unbutton. She fumbled for a bit, needing to look down. She at least had some dexterity: years working a paintbrush and all, so she could unzip him easily enough. Her hand dove in, trying to seek him out and get him out into the air. He had to be getting close by now: she'd been all over him, and, well, Harlow was starting to feel the tension working up, and she knew it took her way more than most guys.
 
Jamal sat back, making mental notes of the things he had done to her and how she had reacted. It seemed she liked him playing with her nipples and sucking the side of her neck. A little roughness to things, a little pain that turned into pleasure. He wasn't sure what she was about to say when his actions had cut her off, but it did not seem important. She was certainly getting more and more worked up, which was half the goal of course.

He settled back, leaning away from her to give her more room as she remained straddled across his lap. Her hands delved to his pants, undoing them before seeking out his cock. He lifted his hips and pushed his pants down, freeing his lower half completely until he couldn't reach anymore, his pants and boxers wrapped around his knees. His cock, fully erect, was a solid 10 inches, if not slightly longer. And it was thick as well, with equally large balls and shaved nice and smooth.

He watched her face for her reaction. In his experience, not a single coed had ever experienced a cock like his before. Their reactions were widespread - from awe and excitement to nervousness and even fear. Of course, none of them thought it would ever fit - but it always did. If a girl could give birth to a baby, then his cock would certainly fit. Yeah, it would bne painful - they called it Painal for a reason too! - but it would fit!
 
She definitely had room to get him out, and she tugged. Harlow soon found herself jerking slightly away as the dick threatened to slap against her face. Her blue eyes almost crossed for a moment, trying to get a good look at it. as soon as she did, her mouth fell open, her blue eyes going wide as she just took it all in. The thing looked... huge. Like, big, but still somehow reasonably so? Harlow's clear blue eyes ran up and down the length, scanning it in like it was a particularly appealing art piece. In some ways it almost looked like one: well shaped, well formed, and he'd cleared off the hair in the area to make him look somehow even larger. She shifted, noting that his cock seemed to be almost as long as her forearm, if not matching it, and pretty thick on top of it.

Realizing that she'd gone silent for a bit, Harlow licked her lips. "It's... prettier than I expected," she had to admit, flushing. She reached up to slice back some blonde hair, "I mean, it looks really good. Visually. All," she let her hand touch it, sort of feeling it out, "smooth and---" she ran her hand all the way up, feeling it, "the color just sucks you in---" her hand rolled about his tip for a moment, and she tilted her head to the other side, "plus it just looks so... virile," she almost shivered as she said the word, letting her hand roll up and down the shaft. Harlow grabbed it as best she could, trying to lace her fingers around it, not quite sure if she could succeed.

The blonde drew her hand up and down, almost absently, reverently, shaking it. It did look way more impressive than she'd figured, she hadn't been lying about any of that. She looked up into Anderson's eyes, smiling. "I bet you've been super eager to put this into a lot of girls, huh?" yes, pour on the dirty talk. Get him to fucking cum in her hand already: Jesus, why hadn't he cum? "It looks like the kinda cock that could really do it for a girl," though "It" might stand in for "ruin" in this case. She rolled her hand again, reaching toward him to kiss his chest. "Mmm, so lucky to have something like this," who? Her? Him? His wife? She gave his cock another squeeze, trying to milk it, moving a little faster. She didn't quite want to outright give him a handjob without asking, but she was starting to get a little frantic.
 
Jamal watched her with pleasure on his face. It was a lot to process, to take in, he thought. She clearly hadn't been expecting him to be nearly that sort of big. He wondered how he compared to her boyfriend. Of course, every guy wanted to know who was 'bigger' and 'better'. Jamal always won those contests. He smiled at her as she babbled on about his cock until she finally reached out and touched it. Her hand started to stroke up and down as she gave it a very thorough examination.

He chuckled softly. "Mhm, you could say that. But you talk too much." He says, his tone getting a bit more serious. "You're a pretty girl, I'll give you that, but you talk too much. And you know what? That pretty mouth of yours would look a lot better wrapped around my cock and balls. Or are you having second thoughts about this now?" He pushes her. "Remember what I said earlier, what we agreed to? Yeah, I'm going to start demanding things of you now. Like...how about you crawl down between my legs to get better situated and show me that that pretty mouth of yours is good for more then just forming words."
 
The comment actually had Harlow pulling back, frowning slightly. her brow furrowed, and she couldn't help but feel more than a little stung by the words. What guy didn't want to hear dirty talk? And what professor didn't want to hear a student talk? But it soon became crystal clear precisely what he had in mind, and that at least soothed some of her emotional wounds: he clearly wanted a blowjob. She eyed his cock, then looked up at him as he questioned whether she was having seconds thoughts. Fuck yes! But she knew damn well that she couldn't exactly say no to him right now, so she found herself hesitating, trying to think of a way around this.

Well, it was just a blowjob .And there was no way he wouldn't end up finishing with that: literally every guy who'd ever done it to Harlow did, usually quickly. "Okay, professor,' she said, trying to sound properly abashed, which wasn't that hard, since she was feeling a little stung. After all, Harlow had thought she'd been pretty good at the whole sex thing, and that included dirty talk. So she shifted, lowering herself between his legs, sliding down. Soon she was kneeling before him, his cock almost bouncing in front of her. Looking up, she bent forward, tongue extended. Harlow took an almost shy lick of the cock, before shifting back.

Her hand went to grip the base, and her mouth soon came around sideways. Harlow closed her lips and pressed them along the shaft, running her way up and down the length. Lips pursed about him, halfway between kissing his length and sucking it. She let her mouth slide open, encompassing him for a bit, leaving a trail of saliva along as she did. The thing felt so hard and thick between her lips, she could scarcely believe it. Harlow let her head glide from side to side, moving along, lathering attention upon his cock. Her hand still steadying him, she bent a little lower, cock bisecting the center of her face. Tongue extended, flat touching base. She pulled upward, dragging her tongue along and flicking the edge, pausing to lick her lips.

Harlow opened her mouth, then thought better of saying anything. She just leaned forward, letting her lips start teasing his domed head, almost kissing him, while her hand below started pumping his shaft, working him, giving him those slight squeezes. C'mon, this should do it....l
 
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