To be honest, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders after the whole thing was over. It was as amicable a breakup as can be, and Jerry and I went back to being ‘just friends,’ and now he jets off to New York every so often to see his new boyfriend he met online.

Me? I decided running the Buenos Aires study abroad program was just the break I needed from Blackwell.

I love the small town, sure, but I need a damn vacation. A reset.

And now, I’m faced with my own little personal dilemma, one that makes me feel like a damn hypocrite for all those sexual harassment seminars.

Because I would be lying if I said I wasn’t getting wet at the thought of Parker stopping by my office. Yes,he is sexy as hell, and yes, he is my student. A senior in college, as a matter of fact. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself.

It’s been way too long since I’ve done anything with a man. Since my ex-husband found out he was gay, I tried to be supportive. But being supportive didn’t mean a lot for my own personal sex life.

And the last four years of our marriage were a total sham. Anyways, if anything even happened between Parker and I, I mean, I just hope I would remember how to use everything.

I browse through Parker’s Facebook pictures at my computer desk: Parker is one of those guys who is sexy without trying. Only a few of the pictures indicate his incredible body—it’s not like he wants to show it off. And that modesty makes him even sexier in my eyes.

I don’t usually get excited for meetings with students, but this one I’ve been thinking about all day.  Today I donned a sexy black skirt and a white blouse that allows me to unbutton a few extra buttons depending on the occasion. For Parker’s visit, I’ve made sure my cleavage is quite visible.  I’d love to catch him staring.

You’re crazy, Meryl Allison, I tell myself. Look at those young gorgeous women he’s partying with in the Facebook pictures.  There is no way Parker would ever sleep with you, a college professor living abroad right now with your students in Buenos Aires, Argentina in your mid forties!  Not in a million years. Parker is a senior in college for god sakes!

I push the thought of him out of my mind. Even if Parker likes me for some odd reason, there is absolutely no way we could ever do anything. I read through the recent sexual harassment email that our new Dean sent out--the same policy I wrote. The message is clear: Don’t do anything sexual with students or you’re in big trouble—you’ll probably lose your job.

I know what the school policy states, but I try to rationalize. What happens abroad stays abroad…right?

Damn. I’m such a rule follower sometimes. I know I’ll never make a move on him. I’m only torturing myself.

But the more I try to eliminate Parker from my thoughts the more he creeps in. Parker is a textbook stud. He plays wide receiver for our college football team and he received some award for it this year—he’s a very good athlete. When I found out he was going to be on the Buenos Aires Winter semester program this year, I assumed he was a stereotypical meathead with little substance beneath the surface. Not the case with Parker. Getting to know him this spring, I realized his Spanish was better than everyone else on the program. And in the Females in Argentine Film class I teach, he makes the most thoughtful comments of anyone, and he is a superb writer to boot. He has even showed me the draft of a novel he is writing—and it’s not half bad.

Parker is a Jack-of-all-trades, a renaissance man.

I check my watch: 5:27. Parker is almost 30 minutes late to his office appointment to discuss why I gave him a B+ on his latest paper.

And I get wetter by the minute as I wait for him to come into my office.

I’m not the only one who fantasizes about Parker. The female students on my program are certainly aware of him.

Like the time on a program field trip when I overheard two of my female students talking about Parker (naturally my ears perked up). The two of them were talking about the size of his, ahem, member:

“Liz said she actually turned him down for sex because it was so big.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yea, that’s why they broke up. She said she tried a couple of times to take him, but it was too hard to get him in—and when she did they could only go for a couple of minutes before stopping.  So she told him they might as well just end it.”

“Wow. That thing must be huge.”

“Well I mean…I heard it was like nine inches or something.”

“Like, what do you do with that?”

My ex-husband—I never told him this to his face—did not have a very big unit, so to speak. I never had an orgasm during intercourse with him, not once. I just assume I’m just one of those girls who never orgasms through sex. I suppose I’ll never know for sure…but I have always wondered what it would feel like to be completely filled—maybe even uncomfortably filled.

Ahhh. The thought of being filled with Parker’s warm, young cock gives me butterflies as I sit in my office chair. When I was a younger girl five days would have been a long time to go without sex. And here I am pushing five years. Where did I go so wrong?

And where the hell is he? Parker is almost 40 minutes late now. If it were anyone else, I would have left my office already.

But I really want to see him.

I decide, since it is after official office hours, I am entitled to a glass of wine. Plus I am getting really nervous and I need to take the edge off. I open my bottom desk drawer with my secret stash of Malbec—my favorite Argentine red—pour myself a nice tall glass of vino, and take a healthy gulp.

I gaze out of my giant wall window—made entirely of glass—and upon the beautiful exotic city of Buenos Aires. It’s getting dark and the bright lights of the city begin to sparkle. I lean back in my chair and sip. Parker’s probably not even coming, I bet. Even though I’m disappointed, I can’t stop thinking about his sexy body. I keep imagining him fucking me with his monster cock. I can’t take this anymore. I spread my thighs, maneuvering my skirt so I can bring my right hand down and start to rub my clit through my black panties. I’m quite wet, just from my short fantasy.

I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off back to my naughty thoughts. I imagine Parker’s strong, tall frame imposing itself on me, his hard cock first teasing me on the outside and then finally penetrating me. Slowly at first, and then quickening with long, deep strokes.

My breath speeds up. I’m getting so into it that I put down my glass of wine, being careful not to drop it. I begin to moan softly. I’m so turned on, feeling the molten heat radiating from my core…I start to squirm…I’m at the brink, working myself into a frenzy, so close, and I’m about to—

Suddenly there is a strong knock at the door and I’m brought back to reality.

“Professor Allison, are you there? It’s me Parker. Hello?” his deep voice bellows.

I hear the doorknob turn. Uh Oh.

As Parker opens the door I have just enough time to close my legs and pretend I am doing something of importance on the computer. I’m sure I look frazzled, though.

“Hi Parker, come on in and sit down,” I say, keeping my calm.

Parker comes in and sets his backpack down but he doesn’t take a seat.

“Wow, the city looks beautiful from your office Professor Allison,” he says.

Without asking permission, he strides into the area behind my desk to look out the big glass window. Even though my chair is still facing toward my desk, Parker’s body is no more than five inches from me. I can feel the warmth of his body singing my body and causing goosebumps to break out all over. I glance quickly to my right and catch a glimpse of his crotch. My god, I can see the outline of his penis through his jeans.

I try to relax, but my heartbeat surges. How I would love to find out how that healthy manhood feels inside me.

“Don’t you think?” Parker says, interrupting my train of thought.

“Think about what?” I reply, a little confused.

“The city, Professor Allison. Buenos Aires. Don’t you think it looks beautiful?”

Parker takes his phone out and takes a picture of the city. Then he seems to take a video.

“The city…yes, definitely,” I stammer.

“What did you think I was talking about?” Parker cocks his head and smiles.

“Oh, I—”

“Are you drinking wine in the office, Professor Allison?” Parker cuts me off. Reaching across my body to the other side of my desk, he picks up the bottle of open wine.

“It’s past office hours, Parker. I didn’t think you were coming, you were so late,” I respond.

Parker turns his phone and points it at me.

“Excuse me! What are you doing?!” I furrow my brow.

“I don’t think school policy allows you to drink here,” Parker says with a smirk. “Oh, look at this little video I just took…it clearly shows you, in your office, with a bottle of open wine.”

Parker’s tall body is inches from mine. He towers over me as I sit. Does he know what he is doing to me? Does Parker realize that, as he stands beside me, I’m wondering how he feels inside me? His body is so strong, firm, and young. I have to get a hold of myself and let go of this dirty fantasy.  But I’m still so wet...

Damn. I need to stay focused.

“We are in Buenos Aires, Parker, not on campus,” I say. “The policy is relaxed here.”

“Do you think that is what the Dean would say if I emailed this video to him? Or, maybe the President. Or, how about I just put this little ditty on YouTube for all the world to see?”

I swallow. I don’t for sure know the consequences of the world seeing me drinking in my office, but I sure don’t want to find out.

Without waiting for an answer, Parker grabs another wine glass and pours one for himself. He sits and smirks at me in the chair across from me in front of my desk.

“Parker, please don’t post that video,” I plead. “I could lose my job. You know how strict they are these days with policy.”

I know how stringent the policy is more than anyone. I used to be a policy pusher.

“Don’t you worry Professor Allison, I’m just kidding around. Anyways, there’s nothing like a glass of good wine when you are having an intellectual discussion. That’s what I think at least. Cheers, Professor Allison. To relaxed policies.”

“Salud,” I respond. “Cheers.”

We clink glasses and he does not take his icy blue eyes off mine at all.  Why am I so intimidated by a twenty-one-year-old? I break off eye contact, take a sip of my wine, and glance at my computer.

“Okay Parker, let’s get down to business about your paper,” I say.

“Professor Allison, why would you do that?” he asks.

“Do what?”

“You broke off the eye contact of our cheers before you took a sip. According to Argentine custom, that will be seven years of bad sex.”

I laugh out loud and shake my head.

“You are a funny one Parker. I haven’t had any sex in five years, let alone bad sex.”

Oh. My. God. Did I just say that out loud?

“Excuse me, Professor Allison? I’m not sure I heard you right,” he replies with a grin. God, those damn eyelashes are killing me. A wave of heat and embarrassment spreads through my body.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean to say that.” I fumble for words. “I have no idea how that came out. Please excuse me. Now, let’s get to talking about your essay.”

“Are you serious?” Parker says.

“Yes, I’m serious,” I say, and clear my throat. “Now let’s get down to business here. Your essay—”

“No, I mean are you serious that you haven’t had sex in five years?”

“Something like that. C’mon Parker, let’s leave the topic alone. I shouldn’t be discussing my personal life with students.”

Parker looks me dead in the eye, his deep blue eyes searing through me.

“I just don’t see why a woman as beautiful as you could go so long without sex, but I guess that’s just me,” he says.

I can’t believe it—but I am actually blushing. What the hell? Did he just call me beautiful? Maybe it’s not all in my head.

“Sorry, maybe that’s a bit off topic,” Parker continues. “I just happened to see one of your old Facebook pictures where you were on the dance team in college. And, well, you looked gorgeous. Still are.”

He does think I’m beautiful! He just called me ‘gorgeous’! But what does he mean, I looked gorgeous, past tense? Is he inferring that I’m not gorgeous any more? Wait, he was stalking me on Facebook!?

“I don’t go on Facebook really,” Parker adds, as if reading my mind. “But one of my buddies pointed it out to me.”

Oh. So he wasn’t Facebook stalking me. Damn and I was getting all excited.

“Anyways, sorry to get off topic, Professor Allison.” He smiles and lets out a light laugh. “Let’s talk about my essay and that B+ you gave me.”

He pulls out his copy of the essay from his backpack, then scoots his chair closer into my desk.  As I sit across from him I make sure my cleavage is clearly visible. My large breasts rest prominently on the desk as he leans in closer to me with his ten page essay.

“First, Parker,” I respond, “your Spanish is very good. It is probably the best in the class.”

“Thank you.”

“In general, the essay is well written,” I console him. “But, it just was missing a little something. The thesis could have been a tad stronger. What questions do you have for me?”

Parker leans back in his chair for a moment and sips his wine. He stares pensively out the window and I can’t help but stare at him. His large, strong hand caresses the wine glass. His left arm resting on the table. I note his rippling muscles—I wish I could just run my hands down his abs beneath his form fitting t-shirt.

Parker turns his head and refreshes his gaze on me. “So why did you give me a B+ and not an A on the paper? Just the thesis?”

“Well Parker, I unfortunately think your grip of the subject—female roles in Argentine films from the 60s and 70s—was lacking in depth,” I say. “You get the main concept, I just need you to go a little deeper.”

Yes, Parker, go deeper. Nice and deep…mmm.

Oh no, I’m working myself up again. My heartbeat speeds. I undress Parker with my mind and wish he would just jump over the desk and force his broad, tall body on mine.

“I’m going to need you to be more specific, Professor Allison.” Parker says, forcing me to use my logical brain, which doesn’t seem to want to work in his presence.

“Of course.” I take a healthy swig of my wine. I pick up his essay then lean forward, the cleavage of my big breasts purposefully very visible as they rest on the desk.

“For example, right here: second page, third paragraph.” I point to his essay. “You could have explored this point about the Film Candid Cleopatra a lot more. Did you know that was one of the first Argentine films to have a female director?”

“I didn’t,” Parker grumbles. “I’m not sure how I missed that.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Okay well that’s one point. Is there anything else I can do for an A?”

As Parker says it, he leans in and, not hiding it at all, looks directly at my breasts.

His essay in my right hand, I take another swig of wine to try and numb my nervousness. I tip the glass too far and red wine spills all over my white blouse and his essay.

“Oh my gosh, How embarrassing!” I say! “Let me clean this up.”

“You know what, this is embarrassing!” Parker says, suddenly in a much stronger, firmer voice than before. He does not sound happy. “I come into your office for some guidance, and I can’t even get any! You are so drunk you are spilling wine all over yourself! Maybe I will send those pictures over to the Dean!”

“Parker, I’m not drunk, I promise,” I reason, my tone pleading again. I thought I’d dodged the bullet. “Can you please just grab the roll of paper towels and hand one to me?”

Parker stands up and turns to grab the paper towels. He walks around to my side of the desk and positions himself very close to me, like when he was looking out of the window before. He rips off a paper towel and hands it to me.

“Here.”

“Thank you,” I murmur.As I try to dry my blouse with the paper towel, I think how much of a nightmare this meeting has become. This whole fantasy has been all in my head, I’m losing my mind and now I might lose my job!

“Parker, please, don’t send the school the video! I’ll…I’ll do anything.”

Parker looks down at me. Jesus, I feel exposed and vulnerable.

His expression is maniacal, not giving an inch. I’ve heard the rumors. As smart as he is, Parker can be an asshole if he wants. I fear he’ll release the videos just to see the chaos unfold.

“Parker, you know what I said before, about how I haven’t had sex in 5 years? That’s true. Now if I lose this job…what will I have? I’ll be totally lost! You can understand that, can’t you?!” I began to tear up.

“Professor Allison, if you’ll just listen to me, I think everything will be okay.”

“You won’t send the video to the President? Or YouTube?”

“I wouldn’t want to do that. I like you Professor Allison. I really do.”

“Okay,” I respond. “What do you want? Do you…want me to give you an A?”

“No, Professor Allison,” he answers. “I want you.”

“Excuse me?” I breathe. I tremble, lost for words. “I don’t understand. You want me?”

Parker walks over to the blinds of my indoor office window and closes them. Then he shuts the door with a thud. Is this really happening?

“Just do exactly as I say and everything will be fine.”

I’m nervous, but i’m also insanely turned on. I pour more wine and take a big gulp, not missing my mouth this time. I squirm in my chair; I’m getting antsy. I’m buzzed, I’m horny, and Parker, my student, is somehow taking total control of me.

“Professor Allison, do you agree to that?”

“To what?”

“To do as I say.”

“Yes,” I manage to whisper.

Parker walks over to me and squats down next to me so he is at eye level.

“First, let’s get you out of this wine-stained blouse.”

His rough fingers undo my blouse, button by button, exposing my bra and ample breasts. I can’t believe this is happening. This has to be a dream.

“There, now we can let this dry out,” he says and tosses the blouse on my desk. “Now come stand facing this glass window. I need to see if you’ve spilled wine anywhere else on yourself.”

I obey, getting up out of the chair.

“Extend your arms out and touch the window.”

I stand at the full-wall window, peering out at the city, feeling Parker’s body behind me. He seems to be everywhere around me. I cannot believe I am letting Parker stand there and stare at my body in just a bra, skirt, and heels. Without warning, he grabs my hips and starts feeling around on my hips and waist.

“Your skirt is black so I need to find out where the stain is,” Parker explains. “Ah, here. It looks like you spilled some wine on your skirt as well.”

I look down. It’s true. It’s hard to tell where the wine is on my skirt. But something tells me Parker has something else on his mind.

“Remove it,” Parker growls.

“Parker, I don’t know…I’m your teacher,” I tremble.

“Are you trying to argue with me?” he retorts, arching a handsome eyebrow. “Do you want me to report you?”

He grabs my hair and l breathe heavily. Even with the threat of being reported, blackmailed, I am still ridiculously wet. This is so wrong.

And it feels so damn hot.

“No,” I manage to choke. “Don’t report me.”

It’s ironic, Parker is suddenly the one with the power here. I’m the freaking Professor.

“Good. Because I’m already going to have to punish you enough as it is.”

Hesitantly, I reach down and slide off my skirt before kicking it to the side. Now I’m just wearing my black bra and panties. Parker steps behind me and grabs my neck and shoulder with a strong hand, massaging me slowly.

“My god, you have a beautiful body, Professor Allison. It’s so voluptuous.”

“That’s not what my ex-husband used to say,” I blurt out. Oh no, I’m word vomiting again…I did not mean to say that out loud.

“Well, if you ask me, your ex-husband is a goddamn idiot. You are sexy as fuck,” Parker says, pressing his chest and body into mine. I can feel his warmth radiating against me: his big strong hips, chest, and…oh my, I can feel his hardness through his jeans against the back of my bare thigh.

“I would love to fuck you all night long.”

“Holy shit,” I whimper, shocked at the intensity in which he says it. “But Parker,” I manage to protest. “I’m too old for you.”

Suddenly, Parker slaps my ass with a firm hand. I let out an involuntary moan.  

“I’ll be the fucking judge of that,” he growls, squinting at me intensely.

He keeps eye contact with me in our reflection as his hand slides slowly down my curvy body. He’s so tall…I have to tilt my face up to see his face.

Finally his right hand comes to rest at my pussy. I can feel his big hand on me through my panties as he starts to rub against my clit in small, firm circles..

“Professor Allison, you are as wet as Niagara Falls down here already. You are an incredibly horny professor, aren’t you?”

Yes, yes I am. I’m yours. Please dominate me, Parker.

He slaps my ass again, harder, and I let out another moan. He slips his hand into my panties then intensifies the motion he is making on my clit. I’m breathing hard now, gasping in gulps of air while he continues his ministrations against me, my legs wanting to buckle from the intensity. I reach back and grasp his forearm.

Parker stops fingering me for a moment, and then, in one swift motion, he rips the panties right off my plump ass. Holy shit, he’s strong. Those are not tear-off panties! At least, they weren’t before today…

He continues to rub my clit with his right hand and trails soft kisses along my neck and shoulders.

Parker teases me for a little longer before he starts to work his thick fingers inside me. His rhythm intensifies and I’m getting close…I can’t stifle my moans, and they just get increasingly louder the faster he works me over. Then Parker stops and grabs my hair, pulling my head back to address me.

“You weren’t going to orgasm just now, were you?” he asks.

“I was getting close,” I say.

“Wrong answer, Professor Allison. You only orgasm when I tell you to. This is part of your punishment. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I mewl, totally at his mercy.

“Do you?” Parker emphasizes, widening his expression. “This is fucking blackmail.”

“I understand,” I reply firmly.

Parker doesn’t have to know what’s really going through my head.

Is it blackmail if I like it?

“Take off your bra and bend over against the window,” Parker commands, his voice deep.

I do as he says. I remove my bra and extend my hands and forearms against the window to support myself, as I bend over. Leaning against the glass I stick my ass out for Parker presenting it to him to do as he wishes. My breasts now dangle in front of the window. I’m completely exposed, staring at my reflection, and I have to admit, I’ve never been this turned on before.

A light flashes, causing me to turn my head. Parker is standing there taking a picture of me. Fuck. I mean the wine in the office was one thing, but this…this was really bad. Now he really can do whatever he wants.

“Parker... What are you doing with a picture?”

“I just want to make sure you are going to be a good little girl for me,” he says. “And to have some material to look at later,” he adds with a slight chuckle.

“Just don’t share it with your friends, okay?” I say. “Wait, for later? Does that mean you think I’m pretty?” I ask.

“Hush. Let’s just say, in a few minutes, I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

“I’m twice your age Parker,” I mewl.

“Professor Allison, I’ve wanted you since the moment I set foot in your class, you have no idea. A smart, independent woman with a voluptuous body like yours? I get a boner every day I walk into your class.”

Butterflies ping in my stomach again as I lift my hands off the glass and try to take a step backwards, trying to get closer to him.

“And where do you think you are going?” he says with a smirk. “We aren’t done with your punishment yet, Professor Allison. Assume the position.”

I bend over toward the glass window again and stick my plump ass out. But what is he going to do? I tremble.

“Wow, look at your sexy, firm ass. And your pussy is dripping wet.” He cocks his head and brings his body closer to mine, caressing my ass and my fondling my tits gently. “Are you ready for your punishment, Professor Allison?”

“Yes.”

I feel him back away, and then his big, strong right hand strikes down firmly on my ass. Wham! The first hit. I wince from the pain but moan from the pleasure. Wham! He comes at my ass again and again; long, hard slaps. The strikes hurt a little at first, but soon I become numb to the pain and feel only waves of pleasure running through my body, radiating towards my pussy the most.

He stops and leans his head toward me to whisper in my ear.

“Professor Allison, have you ever been with a well endowed man before?”

Breathing heavily, I answer truthfully, “I don’t think so.”

“Well I must warn you—I am large.”

I begin to worry. What if I can’t take him in? What if I’m like Liz?  What would he do to me then?

“My ex-husband wasn’t very large,” I say, “But I’ll do my best.”

“Good girl. Now get on your knees.”

I take a deep breath and turn around. Parker has removed his shirt and his body is stunningly muscular. I reach out a hand to feel his chest and abs but Parker interrupts me.

“I said, now.”

Oh fuck. A shiver goes through me as I fall to my knees on the rug, obeying him. Parker takes a step toward me. I reach out my hand and can feel his throbbing cock through his jeans.

“Take it out.”

I unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, exposing his cock.

“Holy shit!” I say out loud, my eyes going wide. Parker looks down at me and chuckles softly.

I stare at Parker’s enormous package up close. His length is considerable, but I see why Liz had to break up with him. It’s the girth. I swear he is as thick as a damn coke can.

“Is there going to be a problem?” he asks.

“I don’t know if I can take this…it’s just so big, Parker.”

“You can do it.”

I can try, at least. I lick the sides of his cock lightly and stroke it with my hand. I feel his erection grow even longer and thicker. My god, this is an alpha male I’m dealing with here. Big muscles, big brain, big attitude, and a big fucking cock. My already soaked pussy becomes even more drenched as I consider the thought.

Parker looks down at me and grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“Take me in your mouth, Professor Allison. I want to fuck your mouth, feel your soft lips wrapped around me.”

“Yes, Parker,” I respond, still not quite sure if I’m ready for the task.

Parker fondles my breasts and nipples gently with his big hands, squeezing my taut peaks.

“You are so unbelievably sexy,” he says. “Look how hard you have me.”

I grip it. His cock is hard as a rock right now. I want to please him so badly; I’ll make it fit. I grip his throbbing cock with both hands, open my mouth as far as I can and take him in. I start with just the tip, working it in and out slowly before I work more of him deeper with each downstroke. I can feel how turned on Parker is. As I slow the rhythm, his breath slows. As I speed up, his breath speeds up. Even though he is telling me what to do, I feel so in control as I suck his hard cock.

Parker massages my head as I gradually take him deeper and deeper in my mouth. I’m so turned on, I can’t help but ravage his cock. I bob my head at a faster pace, working him into a frenzy. I can feel his penis pulsing and his breathing going faster. He is about to come...

“Oh fuck!” Parker groans in a low voice. He grabs my head and thrusts it deeper onto his hard cock. “Swallow everything my good girl,” he demands. I feel spurts of warm cum as they shoot against the back of my throat. I hungrily guzzle every rope he shoots into me. Finally he releases me from his grip. I pull myself off his dick and gasp for air.

I look up at him from my knees. My pussy is still dripping from the complete dominance I just experienced, having him tell me what to do turned me on so fucking much. I open my mouth and look up at him.

“See, all gone!” I emphasize. “What a nice protein shake.”

“Good girl…Damn you are so sexy right now.” he tells me.

Before I can think of a reply, he picks me up like I’m a ragdoll and sets me on my desk. My legs dangle over the edge like the good little girl I am…

From a standing position Parker kisses my lips as I sit on the desk. I spread my legs wide open, then I bring my hand down to finger my drenched pussy. My juices are getting all over the papers on the desk…

Parker kisses my lips, pauses to breathe heavily in my ear, and then works his way down my body kissing me all over. He gives special care to my large, round breasts, licking them and fondling my hard nipples. His smell is so young, so virile…is this wrong? Why do I still care? I don’t care…I haven’t felt a high like this in too many years. If I get in trouble for this, fuck it…

Finally he makes his way all the way down to my clit, removing my hand from my mound so he can take over. I lie back on the desk and feel his warm tongue land on my pussy.

I watch Parker’s head and feel the constant rhythm of his tongue on my clit. Light and circular. Then back and forth. Then he starts lapping my juices like they are the fountain of youth.

“Ohhhhh, Parker,” I moan. He’s incredible.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel two of Parker's’ big fingers enter me! My breath intensifies and I let out a squeal like a little girl! His fingers fill me up and he is relentless with his tongue.

Holy shit where have you been all my life?

“Fuck! Ohhhhhhh!” I scream. My hips begin gyrating as though they have a mind of their own.  The pleasure comes in waves, each wave stronger than the last.

It is too much to hold in. I feel the pent-up pleasure about to release itself…

“Oh my gooood.” I moan.  “I’m going to come.  Parker…Can I come?”

“Come now baby,” he says, “come hard.”

Parker increases the intensity and I moan louder. Oh my god I’m cumming!

“Ahhhhhh…”  I might as well be Mount Vesuvius. My spine arches and my body is filled with pleasure.  I release a waterfall of moisture...so much that I’m actually embarrassed. After a few minutes, Parker finally takes his face out from my pussy.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I came everywhere.”

Parker looks me in the eye. “Shut up. Don’t ever be sorry for coming like that. It was incredibly hot. You came right when I told you to. Good girl.”

I smile and reach for my skirt, which is hanging on a chair.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Parker asks.

“Putting on my skirt,” I say. Parker says nothing but stares at me and steps closer.

My heart pounds harder. Starting with Parker’s face, I scan downward, viewing his sexy shoulders, arms, and abs. Finally when I look at his huge, hard cock…I realize that he is throbbing hard and ready to go again.

“We’re not done here yet, Professor Allison.”

Jesus, I think. I got it in my mouth, but there is no way that thing is fitting in my pussy…

“Are you scared, Professor Allison?”

Fuck yea I’m scared. I don’t want to be broken in two. Meryl Allison: RIP. Cause of death: trying to fuck a horse penis.

“No,” I say, “I’m not scared.”

“Then assume your position against the glass wall again.”

I do as I’m told. Bent over against the glass wall, I again look down on the city lights. By this time of night pure darkness has overcome the city of Buenos Aires. And the lights were turned down in this office. No one knows how naughty I’m being up here…

At the last second, my logical brain creeps in. “Do you have a condom?” I ask Parker.

Parker grabs my throat from behind and leans in to ask me his question.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to get a condom?”

I’m silent. Rail me RAW, Parker.

“Or do you want me to ravage you flesh on flesh, pounding you silly as we overlook the city?” He growls.

Please give it to me Parker. Just give me your raw, hard cock. Just fucking rail me. I want to feel your flesh inside me.

I’m such a naughty slut right now. Where is this side of me COMING from?

“Take me however you want me. I’m yours,” I say.

He smiles approvingly. “I always knew you would be a good little slut, Professor Allison.”

With that, I feel Parker grab onto my hips from behind and, without warning, I’m filled entirely with his huge, throbbing cock between my thighs. He enters slowly but the reach is so deep! He is touching nerves in my vagina that I didn’t even know I had, nerves that my husband certainly never touched with his below average cock.

“Jesus Christ you’re tight,” Parker says. “Don’t worry, I’ll break you in slow.”

He starts slowly with long strokes, but it still hurts a little bit. It’s like the first time or something! I can’t help but wince at the pain his big cock is inflicting on me. Or maybe it’s just the fact that it’s been so long for me.

“Does it hurt?” he asks. “Should I stop?”

Yes. It’s too much.

“No,” I say. “Keep going.”

For a few minutes he fucks me every so tenderly. I can’t believe the same guy who just forcefully pushed my head down on his cum-spurting cock—nearly gagging me—is now being so gentle.  He is gently thrusting in and out, not going too deep—his big thick member massaging my clit with every stroke. With his hands he grabs my shoulders and breasts.

Suddenly the pain I was feeling subsides. As if I had gotten used to it.

“Oh my god, it feels amazing now,” I say.

Parker says nothing. Then with one deep thrust he goes all the way in.

“OOOOOOhhh,” I moan, completely from pleasure. So is this what a big cock feels like? I feel a hard slap on my plump ass. I moan again, loving the feeling of him spanking me while fucking me.

Parker thrusts faster and deeper now.  Fuuuuuck it feels good. I seriously don’t know what he is hitting but this is the best sex I’ve ever had. I want Parker to fuck me just like this, every day until I die. Oh my god!

“Fuck me with your big cock Parker,” I purr. “My god, you’re so deep inside me!”

Fuck me, Parker. Fuck me like we are going to die in 5 minutes. Fuck every inch of me.

His strokes are long, hard, and deep. I have never felt my pussy this full in my life!  Parker slaps my ass harder! Owww! He grabs onto my hair and pulls it back. He puts his hand against my mouth. Jesus he’s good. In the reflection of the glass window, I can see his reflection as he fucks me from behind. So tall…so young…so beautiful…a huge cock…smart to boot…a true alpha male…and he wants me, he’s been fantasizing about me….little old me, a mousy, plump professor of gender studies and Spanish.

“Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard,” I manage to say. I’m usually not this vocal. But here I am moaning constantly now with every deep thrust of Parker’s powerful raw cock inside me.

I’ve NEVER been this full. My consciousness is drifting off to that higher place.

“Harder,” I say.

Holy shit does he take the note. I thought he was going hard before, but now he’s like another person! Pounding me against the glass wall, his powerful hips slapping my ass with every single thrust. I’m worried we could break the glass!

I scream. Holy shit I am having a vaginal orgasm! This has never happened!

“FUUUUCK!” Parker yells. He’s going to cum too, isn’t he?! He slaps my ass even harder and pulls my hair again. Holy shit, too hard! I look back at his reflection and he’s a wild man, completely lost in the pleasure!

Me too…I think I’m forgetting my own name…

My pussy tightens as I begin to reach orgasm again, and just as it does I feel Parker’s cock pulsing inside me. The tidal wave of pleasure overtakes me.

“Parker, baby I’m coming so hard right now!” I moan.

“I’m coming too, baby!” He shouts as I feel the piping hot liquid shoot into me…oh it’s so wrong. But it’s so fucking good. God I need this. Fill me up to the brim with your huge load, Parker. His hands roam across my face, my neck, my tits, everywhere he can touch.

For what seems like an eternity we lean against the wall, chests heaving and out of breath in post carnal ecstasy. Finally, he pulls his dick out of me, and the cum starts to run down my leg.

Parker breaks the silence.

“So, Professor Allison,” he says. “How about that A?”

“Maybe if you come by my office more often,” I say, eyeing him with a seductive smile, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Parker says with a smirk.

Staring out through the window, I see the entire city of Buenos Aires below me. I wonder how many teachers have fucked their hot young students.

I see Parker’s faint reflection in the glass as he stands behind me. My curves melt into his naked, muscular, tall body as he wraps his arms around me.

I look up at his icy blue eyes gazing at the city lights below.

“Same time tomorrow?” he smirks my way. “I think we should make this a daily thing.”