FIVE.

Preston.

“Are you insane.” Isabelle asks as she puts on her robe and ties it around her body. “Why would you think of coming to my house and sneaking into my room?”

I get down from the bed and stalk to her. “We had an appointment, you didn’t show up. I only came to make sure you have not been stabbed to death and also to know why you didn’t show up if you are alive.” I stop in front of her. “Why didn’t you show up, Isabelle?”

Isabelle scoffs, “Appointment? You mean have sex with me. I am your Professor for crying out loud, why do you think I would show up to have sex with you?”

“I prefer calling it ‘fucking’. When you say ‘have sex’ it sounds like love making and with you Isabelle, there is no love to make, only fucking.”

“You are out of your mind.” She huffs and runs her hands through her wet hair. “I could report you for breaking and entering, you know?”

“Hmm,” I close up the space between us and snake my hands around her waist. “And I could report you for drugging and orchestrating rape against your sister and you and Terry would go to jail.”

She tries to shove my hands off but my hold on her tightens and I pull her against my chest. “His name is Tony. And we did no such thing.”

“Hmm.” Isabelle drags in a sharp breath when I hum against her bare neck. I feel her hardened nipples against my chest. I put one hand in her robe and pinch her pebbled nipples. “ Swear you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I don’t.” I drink in her shaky voice and smile against her neck. My body is already reacting to her , it would be a hassle to contain my dick in my pants any further. Seeing her in that towel was as good as seeing her naked and with her nipples now in between my fingers, I would not be surprised if I burst in my pants.

I press my erection against her body and listen as she breath comes out faster. “You want to have sex with me, I know but you want me a bit too much and that scares you.”

“You are my student, Preston.”

“And you are a professor that enjoys being fucked by her student.” I tug on her robe and watch as the silk material slides off her shoulders and drop to the floor. “Don’t you dare hide those from me,” I slap away her hands covering her breasts. They are heavy and spill out of my palms when I grab them and squeeze.

They are tempting, so tempting and I couldn’t resist taking them in my mouth. I suck them simultaneously, greedily like they are running away from me. And maybe they just are.

I find her nipple and suck, run my tongue over it before dragging it between my teeth and biting down on it softly.

A moan escapes Isabelle’s lips and I chuckle. “Do you really swear you don’t want me to fuck you, Professor Walsh.”

“Shut up, Preston.” I do as instructed and continue exploring her breast with my tongue. Isabelle’s arms are around my neck, holding me like she’s clinging onto her dear life.

I brush my fingers against her thighs as I slowly make my way up and she moans again. A few wet drops of her wetness line her thigh. “Already dripping for me, Professor Walsh. If I move my finger a litter further, am I going to find your pussy fucking ready to burst for me.” I brush my fingers over her pussy and catch some wetness. “Fucking ready to drip. You are a slut, Professor. A slut for your student.”

I pinch her clit and she cries. Her hold on me tightens as she begins moving over my fingers. “So desperate to be fucked.”

“You said you would let me cum.” She retorts.

I slip a finger into her pussy and she slumps against me. “I did promise that.” I say and begin fucking her with my finger.

“More, Preston. I want more.” Her hold on me doesn’t let up as she begins riding my finger.

“Your greedy pussy swallowed my finger and is already asking for me, you are a fucking slut, Professor.” She cries and bites down on my shoulder.

“I am about to cum, Preston. Give me more.” I add another finger and begin fucking her faster as I move her back to her dressing table. A thin long shiny make up thingy catches my eyes and I pick it up. It was small in my hand but a bit bigger than my fingers so, it will do.

“Open.”

“That’s my mascara.”

“You asked for more and fucking more is what I’m giving you. Open and suck.” I slid the make up in her mouth and watch her suck on it. Blood rushes straight to my dick at the sight tempting me to replace the make up with my dick.

As if hearing my thoughts, Isabelle undos my pants, grabs my dick and begins pumping. I swallow thickly, my dick is full and sore and ready to shoot.

“Mmh. Mmh.” Isabelle moans as she plays with my dick. She runs her fingers along my tip, gathers the precum on her finger and begin sucking on it.

I slide the make up out of her mouth and catch her before she could fall to her knees. “You are that desperate for my dick? Don’t worry, you will get that soon but I want to see you come apart for me first. I slide my fingers out of her pussy and she whines at the lost contact. Chuckling, I slowly slide the make up into her pussy.”

“Arrgh.” Isabelle screams loudly, I swear it ricochets throughout the neighborhood. “Mmmh. Mmh.” She moans and begins riding the makeup just as she did my fingers.

“Some fucking professor you are.” I slide the makeup out and slam it back it. I slide it out again and increase my pace as I begin fucking her with it. “Having your student fuck you with your makeup after he fucked you with his fingers. Tell me, do you also have a degree in being a slut or do you behave like this only when you’re being fucked by your student.”

“Arrgh, Preston. Faster! I’m close, I’m close.”

I remove my hold on her and begin playing with her clit as I quicken my pace with the other hand. Isabelle bites down on my neck as her leg rides up my waist giving me more access to her pussy. I bend a bit a catch a boob in my mouth and I suck as I play with her clit and fuck her so desperately.

I release her boob and whisper into her ear. “Cum for me, my slutty Professor. Cum for me.”

Isabelle lets out a loud cry and she spills her wetness on my hands and slumps against me. I keep fucking as she shakes and rides out her orgasm. When she stills against me, I slide out the makeup and bring it to my lips. Her eyes are fixed on me as I lick up her orgasm on the makeup.

“You are a nasty boy, Preston.”

“Only for you, Professor.” Isabelle grabs my dick and begin pumping but I hold her hand stopping her. “I said I will make you come. Not both of us, just you.”

“And we’ve achieved that goal. Let me make you come too. If you behave I will swallow.” She bites her lip as she smiles up at me and I’m tempted for to give in for a second.

I stuff my rock hard dick into my briefs against my outmost desire and pull up my trousers and try my best ignore the pain from the contact.

My phone pings in my pocket. I take it out to see a message from Father; Board meeting tomorrow. 10am. Typical of Father to give instructions without detail. I lock my screen and look up to see Isabelle looking at me expectantly.

“You seriously don’t mean you’re done, you are obviously in pain.”

I fit my phone into my pocket and turn on my heels. “Goodnight, Professor Walsh.”

“Preston.” Isabelle calls after me but I don’t stop walking until I leave the house and close the door behind me.