Horny in the Office

I can't say that I did a total character reversal once Brian gave me my first cock, taking my virginity on the classroom floor after class one morning. But I also can't say that I didn't change at all. It made me horny all the time. I wanted to be fucked constantly, and I would often squirm in my seat in all my classes, remembering what Brian had done to me. I occasionally began to fantasize about my other professors, but none of them was sexually appealing enough to me for it to be arousing.

It took me a week of watching Brian in class to realize that he didn't find it to be something that would affect him. He got a hard-on during the lesson as always, but it always vanished before class was over. I debated on going to his office during his hours on Thursdays, as he had offered, but something kept me from doing it. So I settled for being horny for a while. I don't party, so it wasn't as if I could get drunk and do a one night stand and blame it on the booze.

After about three weeks of sexual frustration building up, with only my own fingers to satisfy myself (which didn't work well), I mustered up the courage to visit his office. I knocked on his door, and there was a rustling on the other side, before he called out in a strained voice, "One minute!" I sighed and sat on one of the benches out in the hall. Five minutes later I realized there were sounds drifting into the hall from his office. My face reddened when I realized just what the sounds were. They were the same sounds I had made as he pounded my pussy that morning.

I stood, adjusted my jacket, and prepared to leave when I heard a shriek of pleasure, and him yelling something that sounded distinctly like my name. There was a moment of silence, and I sank back to my seat, holding my breath. I prayed for an angry female voice to confirm my hope that he had called my name, but there was no sound. My face turned red again and I stood to leave once more. The door opened abruptly and I found myself looking at the girl who came out. She was flushed with the afterglow of sex still, and she stared at me for a minute in shock before scurrying away. There was something about her demeanor that made me think she was rather submissive.

Which would have meant that she wouldn't be able to get angry at him when he called the wrong name. Unless I misheard, or her name was the same as mine. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Brian greeted me. He was slightly winded, but he smiled at me all the same. I hesitated before following him into his office. He closed the door and locked it, before turning to me. I shifted nervously, suddenly regretting my decision to come. He took a step toward me, and I leaned away. "You have another reason to be here?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I bit my lip. "No, but..."

He laughed. "Look, you're not the only pussy I give pleasure to. Just because I was your first, doesn't mean that I'm going to be whipped, or love you." His words didn't surprise me. I had known the truth of that before coming to him. The fact that he thought I would expect something from him made me giggle though. "Something funny?" He inquired.

"Yeah." I said, stepping toward him and smoothing a hand up and down his chest. "Why do you think I took so long to come here?" I asked rhetorically. "I had to make sure I just wanted to have sex before I did something that would make our situation awkward." He sighed softly as my hand rested on his belt line, just above his crotch. I hesitated from there, not liking what my lust was making me do. I hooked my fingers in his pant waist and tugged him closer. I tilted my face to his, and he kissed me hungrily.

I allowed myself to forget overhearing him calling my name and opened my mouth for his tongue. He ran his tongue around the inside of my mouth and smoothed his hands down my shoulders over my jacket to squeeze my tits. I moaned softly into his mouth. I had forgotten how good his hands felt on my body. I unzipped my jacket and slid out of it, his hands groping me as I tossed it onto a chair. I returned my lips to his and he put his hands on my hips, squeezing my ass and making me yelp in surprise.

He chuckled and backed me into his desk, yanking up my shirt and pulling it over my head. I yanked at his belt, unfastening it and tossing it aside. I rubbed his crotch a few times through his pants before undoing the button and lowering the zipper. I slipped my hand inside and he moaned as I gently stroked his cock. I was surprised that he was commando for a moment, before I remembered that he had been fucking that other girl when I had arrived. That gave me pause, and my hand froze mid-stroke.

Brian grunted as I squeezed and scowled at me. "Easy with that." He snapped. I frowned at him. "Who was she?" I asked. He reached down to pull my hand away, but I caught his wrist and tightened my grip again. He hissed in pain and I stared at him, waiting for an answer. "Her name is Amanda." He said finally. I bit my lip. Now was the time to ask him, if I ever wanted to know. "Why did you yell my name then?"

He moved his hips a bit, his erection still as hard as ever. I instinctively began pumping my hand up and down again, and he tilted his head back. I leaned forward and gave the tip a kiss. He moaned and reached for my head. I pulled away and stopped pumping again. His head whipped upright and he glared at me. "I didn't." He denied. I shrugged, knowing what I had heard, and I let go of his beautiful dick. As much as my pussy throbbed and ached for it, I wasn't going to fuck a liar. I'd pick some random guy from one of my classes to get my pleasure.

That's what I told myself, at least, as I put my shirt on and grabbed my jacket. He grabbed my arm as I unlocked the door and stared down at me. "You can't just leave me like this." He told me, angrily. I looked at his cock, hanging erect from his zipper. "Yes, I can." I retorted, and slammed the door behind me as I left. I returned to my dorm a few hours later, and fingered myself to climax at least five times, but it just wasn't what I needed. I went to dinner, and began looking at boys. The only problem was that I didn't have the courage to approach any of them.

I wasn't looking forward to my History of Rome class the next day, when I would have to watch him pace, stare at his bulging cock, and know that I had turned it down. And there was no way he'd fuck me now that I had walked away without relieving him. I spent a restless night alone, moaning into my pillow and fingering myself to unsatisfying orgasm after unsatisfying orgasm. I even tried looking up porn, to see if that would make it better. It didn't. I considered skipping class the next day, but there was a test coming up and the review was today. I rolled out of bed about 20 minutes before class started, not bothering to look in the mirror as I rushed around.

I showed up late, took my seat quietly beside Janice, who gave me a startled look before resuming her note taking. I took notes, keeping my eyes on my notebook, rather than Brian, and only glancing at the board occasionally. When class ended, ten minutes late, Janice prodded my shoulder. "Did you sleep at all last night?" She asked me, horrified. I shook my head and stood to let her by. She hesitated. "You need to take better care of yourself." She told me, before leaving. I zipped up my bag and made for the door, when Brian called to me. "Regina." His tone was soft, not stern like I expected. I flinched and turned, realizing that I was the only one left. He came over to me, and guided me away from the door.

I took a moment to finally look at him, and he offered me a smile. "I'm glad someone else kept you up all night." He said finally. I stared at him, nonplussed. He rolled his eyes. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I went by your dorm last night to apologize and I heard the moans through your door." My mouth dropped open in disbelief. He took advantage and kissed me, open-mouthed. I tried to think of words, to explain that I wasn't, but then he slipped a hand into my pants and I lost all coherent thought.

I trembled and moaned, bucking my hips into his hand. He broke our kiss and looked into my eyes as he thrust a finger into my hole. I gasped, clutched at his shoulders, and shuddered with orgasm. I still don't understand how he can make me cum with so little contact, but I'm not complaining. He watched me as I came on his hand, my juices squirting out of me like the first time he had buried his cock in me. "I was alone." I whispered, still twitching as he moved his finger around in my pussy.

Brian frowned at me. "What?" I started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "I was alone last night. I've been alone since the last time we were in here together." He stared at me as I said this, not looking at his face, but trying to get his shirt off. He wasn't helping me. I tsked in exasperation and looked at him. He wore a dumbstruck expression on his face. "What?" I asked, trying to figure out what was so shocking about what I had said.

He kissed me hard, his vigor renewed as he began fingering me again. I moaned continually into his mouth as he began fumbling one handed with his belt. I pushed his hand away and took off the belt myself, reminded of our last attempt. I dropped to my knees, forcing his hand out of my pants. He leaned against the wall as I yanked his pants down, and his briefs, and swallowed his cock hungrily. He groaned and clutched at my head. I began bobbing up and down, impaling my throat as I went deep from time to time. He tensed and forced my head to be still. I waited, his cock not quite gagging me, for something to happen. Suddenly he began fucking my face like he had fucked my pussy my first time.

I choked and gagged but he didn't stop, and I couldn't do anything but drool and gasp for breath each time he pulled out, only to thrust it back in again. I felt his cock begin to throb as I did my best to tongue the bottom of it while it pumped in and out. Suddenly he grunted, thrust so hard that his stomach pressed painfully against my nose, his cock went deeper into my throat than I have ever had a cock, and came. I drank his cum like it was the most delicious beverage I had ever consumed. He humped lightly as his cock unloaded down my throat, and I gagged so hard that tears began to stream down my face.

He finally pulled out, and knelt in front of me. He took his discarded shirt and wiped the drool and precum off my face. He kissed me tenderly and lay me on the floor. Brian began to kiss down my body, through my clothes. I hadn't put on a bra this morning, I realized as he hungrily sucked my erect nipples through the cashmere sweater I had thrown on this morning. The feeling was incredible. He moved down my stomach, leaving large wet spots on my shirt. He pulled down my sweats, lifting my legs in the air to get them off completely, followed swiftly by my pink lace panties.

He licked his lips as I spread my legs for him, my pussy twitching as the cool air caressed it. He ran his fingers over my wet slit, and opened my lips wide, looking at my hole. It was tight, having returned to its normal size despite Brian stretching it that first time. He lowered his face and kissed me down there, and I all but came again. My body spasmed and my back arched. He pressed a hand on my stomach, forcing my body to lie flat as he sucked and licked and tongued me. I clutched at his head, forcing his face harder onto my pussy. He had one hand on my stomach, and I had no idea where his other one was, until I lifted my head and saw him tugging his cock earnestly as he ate me out.

I cried out, the site such a turn on that I came in his mouth. I didn't squirt this time, but I felt my juices running out of my pussy all the same. He placed his mouth directly over the source, my hole, and sucked hard. The sensation was so incredibly pleasurable that I came harder, and finally squirted. He swallowed it all, and I moaned. He slid up my body, my mouth hungrily finding mine, and I opened wide to let his tongue in again. Instead, I was surprised when he shared a mouthful of my cum with me. I closed my eyes in delight and swirled my tongue around his, savoring the taste. I was busily fighting with his tongue over dominion in my mouth when he finally shoved his cock into me.

I choked on a moan and my juices, loving the feeling of his stiff rod buried in me. I had missed the feeling, and there was no pain this time. I felt my hole stretching slightly to accommodate his fat cock, and he slowly pulled it out, each vein adding to the sensation. He rammed hard into me again, and my tits bounced inside my sweater as I swallowed to keep from choking again. He withdrew and thrust into me again, and I whimpered. He fucked me slow and hard, not speeding up at all. He whispered my name with every thrust, and I could only whimper in reply. It got to the point where I couldn't even whimper, and my breathing was harsh and ragged. I don't know how long he fucked me, but my body was totally relaxed, and my pussy sore and overly tender when he finally surged into me one last time and spurted his cum deep into my womb. He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, staring at the ceiling contentedly. A quiet rustling made me look over, and I stared at Janice in horror. She held a finger up to her lips and slipped out of the classroom, a large smile on her face. I was instantly worried, but I couldn't do anything with Brian pressing me into the carpet. He kissed my neck and finally lifted himself away. He stared at me, splayed on the ground, and ran a gentle hand down my body. "I did yell your name." He said finally, as he was getting dressed. "Because you have the best pussy I've ever fucked. And you're not the only virgin I've had, so that's not why it was good." I listened in silence as I finally climbed to my feet and collected my clothes.

I dressed slowly, thinking about what he was saying. He hugged me quickly before collecting his gear and leaving. I grabbed my bag and blinked at the piece of yellow paper pinned to it. I read the note nervously, knowing Janice had written it. She used yellow paper, it couldn't have been anyone else. My fear was confirmed when I read her handwriting.

"About fucking time you got laid. But you couldn't wait until after the semester was over? Put in a good word for me and I won't tell anyone." I grinned. Only Janice would put her grades first in light of potential blackmailing of her friend and professor. Not that he and I were doing anything wrong, since it hadn't impacted my grade, and Brian wasn't married. I sighed. I'd send Brian an email when I got back to my dorm, letting him know what the deal was.