The Professor and his Muses (closed for siobhan

After swallowing it down She stood. She wriggled out of her "virginal" cotton panties to reveal a waxed pussy. She hopped up on the desk "eaten out by a famous writer in his office? I bet I could turn this at least into a short story. Ravished by an older man without even taking my clothes off. Like a slut." She leaned back on her elbows a bit as she draped her legs over the edge of the desk. Her green eyes said "Get to it old man" and she stared a smoldering stare back up at him with her green eyes "Better hurry before the janitorial staff comes around. I didn't lock the door" He was reasonably sure she had, but she seemed to be playing a little game. She reached down, petting her lips, then spread her legs just a few inches wider.
 
He laughed as she quickly, and without any hesitation accepted his offer of reciprocity! He watched as she slipped off her panties, taking not if they were dry or wet? Then listened as she described the way she would recount this encounter. He liked "famous writer" far better than "older man" but that in combination with "ravished" and "like a slut" made that fun as well. It was the "Get to it old man.." that was a near mortal wound. Any young woman should learn, nothing dulls the ardor of any man, than being called old, by the woman he is trying to seduce! Although exactly who was seducing who here was very much open to debate.

Maggie did all the work, slipping off her panties and hopping up on the desk, leaning back and spreading her young legs. Not only setting the table, but laying out the buffet! Rick ran the back of his fingers over her smooth, freckled mound, "I like when a woman is well groomed for our date!" Of course this wasn't a date, but he did like a nicely shaved pussy and he took a knee as she used her hands to spread herself even wider. Turning his hand he brushed the pad of his thumb, up and down her soft, pink lips, from taint to clit and back again. With each pass he pressed in just a bit more until he felt the wetness of her inner lips, spreading them enough to release her clit from its hood.

On the last pass, he kept his thumb on her clit, massaging it in small circles as he leaned in, inhaling her young musk, and then letting his tongue extend to lap at her sweet nectar. "Mmm, you Catholic girls taste good, must be all that blood of Christ!" He winked, referring of course to the sacred communal red wine. He lapped up, where his tongue took the place of his thumb, first flicking her button before moving in to kiss and suck, while he pushed two fingers inside of her and began to saw them deeply, in and out!
 
"Curl your fingers like this" She took her middle and forefinger, then slowly curled them in a "come hither" style motion, trying to get him to rub her upper wall with the pads of his fingers. She looked down at him, then tugged at a pink nipple. Her large firm breasts matched her generous hips, and she opened her lush body to his attention. Her other hand slipped down into his dark hair, pulling him in against her slick sex. She parted crimson lips, makeup somewhat in disarray from her sloppy head she'd just given. She arched a little, then closed strong thighs around his head, threatening to smother him for a moment, trapping him between her thighs. She ground slowly against his mouth, then looked down at him with big green eyes. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, moaning as his tongue massaged the button of her clit. Her body then settled, not moving at all, not wanting to disturb the perfect attention of his fluttering tongue "Oh professor you dirty man." She purred out "Better hurry so the night janitor doesn't catch us." The way she said it made it sound like the prospect thrilled her. Getting caught, being seen. She swallowed again "get me off and maybe next time you can fuck me on the roof of the parking garage."
 
He smiled as she gave instruction, "Ah, a G spot girl!" He did as requested, finding the small patch of wavy tissue, on the ceiling of her vaginal walls. He worked it with his fingertip strumming her sensitive area, while repositioning his mouth slightly to more fully engage the licking, sucking, kissing and pleasuring of her clit. He kept his eyes up, enjoying the curves of her young body, and the responsiveness to both his actions and her own. "Mmmm, yes, play with those nipples baby, show me all this body can do and enjoys!"

He felt her squeeze her thighs, and wondered when and if he would feel those gripping his hips, as he pounded her perhaps on this very desk, letting the slight, upward curve of his prick, and his mushroom tip, tease the same G spot his fingers were now working. She was grounding her hips into his mouth, "Mmmm, yes baby, fuck me!"

He laughed at her statement of his being dirty, "Oh honey, this is but a tip of the iceburg, and that iceburg goes deep, but I think you'd like it that way, hard and deep ..." And then he finger fucked her even faster and harder, and spoke to her pussy as if it was its own persona, "Wouldn't you baby girl?"

He looked over his shoulder, "Oh Bill, that big strong strapping man who cleans this floor? You mean, you wouldn't enjoy that? Him seeing all of your ... uh, virtues on display? Or... now you'd really have a story, how you satisfied not one, but two men here in my office, or... would it be how they satisfied you?" She was learning, he loved the play as much as she did, but then just before his mouth reengaged on her clit, he moaned up, "Now, show me how a catholic school girl cums?"

He did want to fuck her, hopefully soon, and even more hopefully, somewhere dangerous!
 
She clamped strong thick thighs to either side of his head, locking against him. She gasped and arched, tugging on her own nipple. She whimpered as she stretched the flesh just slightly painfully, twisting her fingers and biting her lip. She bucked her hips, grinding hard against his mouth, her pussy squeezing his fingers inside her "yessss fucking make me cum you dirty bastard. Fucking make me cum" her body spasmed with her release, lush curves trembling with the force of her release. She wrapped a hand in his hair, tugging him in hard against her body, trapping him as she got off. She soaked his fingers, and just when he thought she meant to suffocate him she let go. She moaned and leaned down, not kissing him but literally licking herself off his face "not bad. Next time you can stick that cock in me. I want to do it outside though. Like a parking lot or a park or the balcony of your condo or whatever."

Fortunately he didn't live in a condo, so for all he thought she might be a stalker at least she didn't know where he lived!
 
The "innocent" Catholic school girl, called him a bastard, and demanded he make her young pussy "fucking cum"! She was a piece of work but they were kindred spirits in many ways, and he was getting off as much on the idea of potentially getting caught, as he was the sweet taste of her young twat!

He licked and worked, held his breath as necessary, but never slowed his tongue or fingers, until he felt her cum, cum hard, and then release him. He laughed as she suggested the next time he could fuck her, but he knew there likely would be a next time, and if given the opportunity, he would fuck her.

As he got up, he grabbed the yellow sticky pad and scribbled down his number, and signed it, "Fucking Bastard" with a heart. "So was the catholic school girl just the outfit of the day, do you do, naughty candystriper, or ..." He actually couldn't think of another costume, "Don't get me wrong, this works for me ... obviously!" He laughed!

On the way out he saw Amy Vitathong, his friend and quasi boss here at the university, "You wanna go grab a drink or something, or do you need to get home to your wife?" Amy only smirked and suddenly Maggie was suddenly walking down the hall and gave the professor a look, "What the fuck was that?" He just gave her a wink, "I think I plead the 5th!" Amy just looked over his shoulder at the short little skirt swaying away "Yeah, that is probably a good idea! As for the beer, why am I thinking you probably won't need to drink alone?"

He headed to the local bar and grill, hoping that Amy was right...
 
The bar was crowded, packed with University people. The students were not out in force, as it was early yet, but there were a number of associate professors and grad students and the like filling the small bar. Amy sat, looking him over and then leaned forward "you gonna be trouble this semester?" She laughed and sipped at her beer "That girl seemed like trouble for you. and paperwork for me. Not that I blame you, mind... but she seemed like trouble. The kind of girl that would yell too loud at the wrong time. Not that I'm saying she had anything to be yelling about" She rolled her eyes and sipped at her beer "I liked the other one better. The older one. How's your class coming anyway? They buying into you dead poets thing? I saw that little blonde girl earnestly scribbling away in her journal the other day. Though god knows that could have just been her writing down her grocery list. What was her name. Jen or something?" Amy shook her head "Just you know, watch yourself. I got in trouble when I first got in the department just because some girl THOUGHT I was making a pass at her. totally not my type either. Scrawny little thing. "
 
He had just started to take a swig of the local IPA from the frosty mug when Amy asked, and he nearly spit it back out. "Trouble? ... Moi? ... How could you ask such a thing?" The answer of course was probably, although that was not his intent. He was not purposefully pursuing trouble for troubles sake, but he was searching for a stimulant, a muse, to reignite his literary career.

"Honestly Amy that is not my intent, but I just need..." He didn't finish, he didn't have to.
He laughed at her review of Maggie, "Yeah, she might be the type, maybe she likes a nice ball gag?" He joked, only partially, as he would not be surprised at all, other than she was a bit of a talkative and demanding little slut, and had made sure he was quite aware of exactly what she needed.

Amy went on, "The older woman is Sarah, but she didn't seem that old to me, she was kinda sexy I thought, real, some bruises, but don't we all have those, what's that song by Train, how it's the bruises that make us interesting? I find her interesting..." He had a smile in his face and a far off look in his eyes. Amy's biggest question was probably if the nurse was simply too mature for the man/child that was her best selling friend?

Last she brought up Jen, and that piqued his interest. "She was, I tried to give her some thoughts, she is interesting too, like a great piece of marble in the eyes of a sculptor!" He saw the look in her eyes, "Yeah, I know be careful where I put my hands when I chisel?" He laughed, but knew his hands were the least of her concerns, as well they shouldn't have been. He hoped Jen might drop by tomorrow, she hadn't come by in nearly a week.

He was just finishing his beer when he thought he saw Sarah come in and go to the far end of the bar alone. "I think I see one of my student's over there, do you mind?" He saw her look, but knew it was time to to. Yep, he was gonna be trouble! "The tabs on me, it is the least I can do, but ... thank you Amy, I really do appreciate your friendship, it is such a shame that you and your wife, simply don't enjoy a man from time to time." He winked and left a $20 on the table and made his way toward the bar...
 
Amy rolled her eyes at him "Whatever" she laughed and shook her head "you're gonna make me do paperwork. I can feel it. Lolita isn't an aspirational tale. you know that right? " She grinned and sipped at her beer, then looked at him heading after Sarah.

The woman was in her scrubs, as always, sitting at the edge of the bar and drinking what looked like something mixed with cola in a rocks glass. She had a big bag with her, with her civilian clothes and some books for school. Her face was tired, and her posture a little beat down, but as she sipped at her drink she seemed to straighten a bit and some of the life came back to her face. She hadn't seen him yet, so he had an opportunity to watch her for a moment. A few older guys came over and tried to make conversation but she waived them off. When one was particularly insistent she scanned around the bar and saw him, waving excitedly and grabbing her bag, clearly making some sort of apology to the guy. She wandered over and kissed his cheek, then said in his ear "you're my boyfriend which is why I can't hang out with that guy, so make it look good if just for a minute ok? We can head out once I finish my drink." She stood with him, rolling her eyes and looking back at the guy who shook his head and moved back to his table, having lost interest only when she was unavailable due to another man and not her disinterest.

"thanks. you're a life saver. These idiots all come over and say something about how if they'd have known me growing up they might have played more doctor."
 
Rick laughed at Amy, "No, really ... it inspired me! I will try not to be a problem, but you knew me when you hired me!" Rick was off, leaving a $20 on the table that more than covered their drinks, but he had other targets, or a target in sight.

He saw not one but two guys hit on Sarah, in the short time it took to more towards her, the second definitely more insistent. He was about to back off, he had no claim on her, quite the opposite, until she saw him and flagged him down!

She was up off her seat and he saw the pleading in her eyes, as he felt her embrace and the kiss, that still sent a certain thrill through his body. He heard her issue and was quick on his feet, when the guy boomeranged and decided to not fall on his sword. "So sorry Sexy, I meant to be here sooner, but the guys at the precinct were a pain in the ass, you know how they like to bet Monday night games!"

He held out his hand to the man who was clearly perturbed, "Detective Richard Harris, nice to meet you, is there an issue here?" The guy's attitude immediately changed, "Uh, no sir, I didn't realize she was with you officer?"

Laughing, "Yep, the sexy nurse is with me, you should see how we do role play?" And then pulled Sarah in for a real kiss, hot, long and heavy. The guy was gone by the time he let go, winking, "Had to make it real didn't I?"

Laughing at her lament of the lines, "Well, not a problem with me, I played plenty of Doctor, damn near became a gynecological specialist!" He did like her, she was an adult, thank goodness one of them was! "It could be worse, they could be asking for you to clean their bedpan?"

After Maggie he was full of himself, but also just wanted to have fun. "So when you said WE could get out of here, I was hoping you meant WE might head somewhere else? .... what the hell brought you here anyway, is this a regular haunt?"
 
"you know its illegal to impersonate a cop right?" she laughed and lead him out of the bar. "We can go somewhere. This is not a normal haunt. I just wanted a beer because my mom has the kids and I have a few hours to myself." She looked up at him "really, thanks. A lot of guys think because I'm the same age as them I'll excuse the paunch and the lack of hair and that I'll be impressed enough with their car or their house or they're job I won't pick up on the fact that all that defines them is their car or their house or their job. Being a woman alone in a bar is hazardous."

She led him down the street a bit, then looked around "I'll admit I don't really go out on campus much. Is there somewhere to go? I mean you haven't been here that long have you?" She looked around "we could get a slice of pizza or something. Talk about writing. Or whatever. Doesn't have to be work related." she gestured at a nearby slice shop. "wanna come in and get a bite? It's on me. I mean.. if you're allowed. Uh. I'm not bribing you to give me a good grade. Not with pizza at least"

She brushed thick brown hair back from her face "come on" inside, she ordered a few slices for them and they ensconced themselves in a booth. "So why here? I mean you're a best selling author so... Does it just pay shit or did you get bored sitting on a boat counting your millions?" she laughed "or are you just so in love with molding young minds you had to get into academia?"
 
“I think that refers to arresting people, not cock blocking middle aged paramours! Of course, if you would like me to go correct the misperception, I can give him your number?” Of course he was teasing, and he would happily block any cock other than his own. However, leaving the very public setting was probably in both of their best interests.

Cocking his brow, “A slice sounds delicious …” Teasingly he let his eyes scan down, only to momentarily settle on her sex, well covered by her scrubs. “Oh… sure, I like pizza too!” He laughed, sure we can talk about writing, and I can afford to buy, but for all the reasons I might get fired, you buying me a slice of pizza is probably the very least of my offenses!”

He ordered pepperoni, and a local IPA, and sat next to her in the booth. “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it has been a few years since I have been on the best seller’s list. I decided my waste basket, wads of paper basketball skills had really gotten as good as they could get….” He tried to laugh at his own joke, but it wasn’t really funny.

”I don’t know why, I’ve had a couple of ideas, but they just kind of died of inspirational starvation. The head of the department here is an old friend of mine, and she suggested I guest teach for a semester, maybe being around all these young minds, might bring my muse back. So far, it hasn’t really worked, but we’re early.”

He wanted to change the topic, he liked her, not like one of the sex kittens in his class, but as a woman with life experiences, smarts, and just the right amount of seasoning. “You said your mom has the kids, how long do you have?
 
"the kid, yeah. I have an hour or two." She leaned back in her seat and ate her pizza "I try not to over-use her. With work and with school its hard." She sighed and looked around the pizza place "her father pays for help when she's over there, I try to keep her more with family. I am not sure why he wants custody so badly since he barely sees her." She shrugged and looked back over at him "So what about you? any little ones running around? your wikipedia doesn't mention you being married but that doesn't mean you don't have a string of bastards from Vancouver to Alcupulco. Whoring your celebrity out one thriller at a time" She winked at him. "Oh my god." She slapped the table, grin on her face "thats where all your money went isnt it? paying your scores of women." She laughed and leaned back "men are all the same" She winked to show she was kidding, then picked up her beer and took a big sip of it. "Well, mystery solved."
 
”Hmmm, an hour or two means we don’t have much time, but… I’ll take what I can get.” Rick smiled at her, “I bet there are some students here who would love a few bucks for beer, but I don’t blame you.” Rick spoke like he understood, but he didn’t really, at least not as a parent. However, he had been a door latch kid at one time, where he and his older sister had to take care of their kid sister, while their single mom worked. His Dad, if you could call him that, had skipped out on them one week after Mom had come home from the hospital with child number three.

They had taken turns, but since Rick played soccer which had ultimately helped him get into University, he had to give up one of his weekend nights, and get up and make breakfasts every day. He honestly hadn’t minded, he liked kids, and he was still really close with both of his sisters.

The slice was surprisingly good, it wasn’t NYC or Chicago quality, but for California, not bad at all. However, the company was better. “You are a smart ass, aren’t you? Nope, no paternity suits, no momma’s chasing me for child support!” He laughed and then got serious. “My dad did pretty much what your ex did, and that sucks. I know what it’s like to be your daughter. I’d never do that to a woman, or a child.”

He wanted to lighten the mood, but his next offer was sincere. “So, since I’d like to know you better, I think I might need to make an impression to the most important woman in your house. Do you two have plans Saturday, I make a mean Spaghetti, and I know the words to several Disney movies. Why doesn’t your daughter pick out a movie, for all of us, I’ll make dinner, my only requirement is I get to choose the wine?”
 
"I'm not a smartass. I'm jaded. There's a difference" She smirked and sipped at her drink, then leaned back a little, regarding him "I think its a little early for you to meet my kid." She took a bite of her pizza "But. It's very nice of you to be considerate about the fact that I have one." She was clearly clued into the fact that he was asking her out. "I'm not sure if its a good idea with you being my professor. For now. you know?" she shrugged, not exactly saying no. "Maybe for now just the occasional beer and pizza and some really honest feedback about m work in your class." She laughed "and then we can see closer to December about wine and spaghetti and all that." She arched and settled, teasing him a bit. "plus that gives you all the time in the world to do what professors do and find some 19 year old coed to risk your job with first." She winked at him and finished her pizza off. "You know, instead of buying a Porsche. Something to make you feel like you're 25 again. Get it out of your system."
 
Rick nodded, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it as any more than trying to show you both a little fun, but you’re right, that should probably wait.”

He was less thrilled with the second part, even though he knew she was right. “I know you’re right, but, I don’t think there are any rules against us being friends, even if I am your professor, is there?”

There might well be in fact, but if so, it was a misdemeanor, rather than a criminal offense, and Rick could have cared less about those. “I can do beer and pizza, two of my favorite things!” He joked. “But someday, I do want the rest, I hope you will?”

He took a deep breath, “Are you sure you want honestly? If you want to be good at this, it may require exposing vulnerabilities, that your … how did you say it, jaded self, does a nice job of hiding?”

She finished by kidding him, “Well, I already own a Porsche, it’s back in storage in NY, so …”. Right at the present, that last thing he was thinking about was some 18 year old, but she was probably right, something had to bide his time untI’ll Christmas.

He pulled out his wallet to cover the check, “I’ve got a rental around the corner, can I give you a lift home?”
 
She nodded "yeah you know what. I'd appreciate that"

As they made their way through the city to a poorer quarter of town, she gestured at a house. "thanks for the ride" she leaned over and kissed his cheek "you're a sweet guy. The timing is just bad. Fortunately for you... not a lot of college guys looking to fuck a 30 something woman with a kid so... I'll probably be single after the semester is over" She kept her tone light "so you know, just something to think about."
 
He liked her, and as they rode from the more affluent University community, he somehow gained even a greater level of respect for how she was “making it work”. He laughed, “Well, they don’t know what they’re missing, a thirty year old woman is a much more gratifying fuck than some young thing… experience, skills….MMMM!”

He winked, and pulled up to the front of her house, parking on the street, as she leaned over and kissed him. “Uh uh, I have been raised better than that. Stay there, and let me get your door.” He hopped out, and opened the door, letting his hand slip into the small of her back as he walked her up to her door. Once there, he curled her around, and gave her a real kiss, soft, slow and sensual. “Just in case one of those twenty somethings do get smart, I want you to remember.

Seriously, I am going to be a one trick pony hear this semester, at least as a full time professor. So… it is up to you, but either way, I’d like to be friends, even if it just to hang out, grab a bite, coffee or a beer. That doesn’t break any rules …”
Getting back in his car, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and when he pulled back into his place, he was still distracted, but as he looked up, he saw that someone appeared to be waiting on his stoop, in the dark.
 
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