Chapter 8: Katie/Molly

The last time I dropped to my knees to give a guy a blowjob like that was seven or eight years ago, the summer before my last year of law school. The guy’s name was Martin Dean. Professor Martin Dean, to be exact, my contract law professor at Harvard.

I know what you’re thinking: aren’t all contract law professors frumpy old men who wear bow ties and wool jackets with leather patches on the elbows? You’d be partially right. Most law professors are frumpy old men, but Professor Martin Dean was just forty-five, with jet black hair, a swimmer’s body, and a neatly-trimmed beard.

And blue eyes that could make me melt in my panties. He did wear a wool jacket with leather elbow patches, but on him it looked like something out of a Calvin Klein ad.

We bumped into each other at a campus fundraiser for Legal Aid. We started chatting and after the event, went to a local bar with mutual friends for drinks. He drank several scotch and waters, and I downed half a dozen glasses of wine.

We got drunk.

Then we got handsy.

Things progressed quickly from there. He put his hand on my thigh under the table and slowly slid it under my skirt. I spread my legs and tried to pretend that nothing naughty was going on. He pushed my panties aside with his fingertips and fingered my clit until I came right there at the table. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and ordered him to get me out of there.

Fifteen minutes later, we were at my place, him leaning back against the front door and me on my knees in front of him with his cock in my mouth. That seemed to be my thing. I barely gave either one of them time to get inside the door before attacking them and filling my mouth with their cocks.

Martin was average on the cock size scale, about six inches. Brad’s cock, however, was long and thick, girthy in my hand, veiny, with a bulbous head that blossomed in my mouth. I sucked him long and deep like my life depended on it.

Brad was breathing heavy within a few seconds. His body twitched as I sucked him deep in my throat. I knew I could have made him cum right there in my little foyer, but where was the fun in that. I wanted to feel the heat of him deep inside me. I’d never had a cock so big. Just the anticipation was nearly enough to make me bake a cream pie in my pants, as Monique would say.

When Brad reached down and told me he wanted to fuck me, I didn’t hesitate to comply. I let him pull me to my feet, gave him a hard kiss, and backed away, crooking my fingers at him playfully.

“Well, don’t just stand there with your pants around your ankles and your cock sticking out, Brad the banker,” I said with a grin. “Come on, big boy. Fuck me now!”

Brad stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open and his cock bouncing in the air. He laughed and started shuffling toward me with his pants around his ankles like an old man. When he realized I wasn’t going to wait, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and peeled off the pants. By the time he appeared in my bedroom door, his jacket and shirt were gone. He was totally naked and ready to go.

Brad’s body was amazing; muscular, lean, deeply tanned, hairless. Even his pubes were trimmed super short, which made his cock look huge. I mean, it was huge, but the lack of hair made it look REALLY huge.

I ripped off my clothes and jumped backward onto the bed. The only light in my tiny bedroom was a lamp on the nightstand, but it was enough. I spread my legs to give him a good look at my neatly-trimmed red pubes. I think it’s sick, but guys always want to know if a girl with red hair also has red pubes. It’s my hair color, you fucking asshole, of course my pubes are red! I could tell Brad was curious, too, because when he saw my pubes he gave me a little smile.

“The carpet does match the drapes,” he said with a smile.

“Of course,” I said, cocking my eyebrows at him. “You like what you see, Brad the banker? Is red your favorite color?”

“It is now,” he said.

I used two fingers to show him how wet my pussy and clit were, hot pink and glistening with juices. When Brad saw me touching myself, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and sighed.

“That is beautiful,” he said, moving to the foot of the bed. I leaned up on my elbows to watch him masturbate, his cock swelling in his hand. He reached down with his free hand and dipped his fingers between my wet folds. He brought the fingers up to his lips and sucked them dry. “And you taste amazing.”

“So, did you,” I said, playfully licking my lips. “God, you’ve got me so hot.”

I was flowing like a hot river as I watched his hand moving up and down over his cock. I slid my fingers down over my clit and spread my pussy lips for him, revealing my throbbing hole.

“I want that inside me,” I said, breathing hard as little tingles of pleasure rippled from my pussy to my nips. “Now.”

“My pleasure,” he said, moving closer to the foot of the bed. He got onto his knees between my legs and guided the tip of his cock to my pussy hole. He swizzles it around for a moment, getting it nice and slick. Little shockwaves ebbed through me at his touch. He pushed against me and my pussy spread to accommodate his bulbous cock head. I suctioned tight around his shaft, but I was lubed up enough that he slid easily in.

“Oh… yes…” he sighed. “That’s the ticket…”

He braced his palms on the bed next to me and eased himself inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and closed my eyes as he slid slowly in until he could slide in no more. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, setting a fire that swept through my body, making my nipples rock hard and my mouth bone dry.

“That is the ticket… oh… jeez… fuck me… Brad… slow… steady…”

Brad sighed as he moved in and out in a steady rhythm. He slid in until he hit my cervix, then slid out until just the head was inside me. He did it again. And again. And again. I felt the orgasm building from my head to my toes. My toes curled. I sucked in air between my clenched teeth.

“Fuck… you are so… fucking… tight…” Brad said.

“Faster now…” I said. “Fuck me faster… I’m… close…”

Brad sped up the pace, his hips moving faster, his cock ramming into me, jarring the entire bed, which creaked like a rusty door hinge. The headboard slammed against the wall. I expected the neighbors to bang on the wall, but didn’t care if they did. Brad was giving me the best fucking I’d had in a long time.

He was ending a very long dry spell.

Jeez, I loved to fuck.

I really needed to do this more often.

“God… faster…” I moaned, digging my heels into his ass to prod him on. “I’m going to… fuck… going to… cum… Brad… faster… harder… faster…”

Brad grunted like a wild animal and started banging into me harder and harder.

I put my hands on his arms and dug in with my nails.

He moaned in pain, but didn’t stop.

He was like the Energizer Bunny: he just kept going and going and going.

And I started cumming and cumming and cumming.