I knew before that Professor Hanks had a big cock, but holding the thing, it’s a whole different story. It’s huge. I wonder how I managed to fit the thing in my mouth earlier.

I stroke it a few times and he groans. For being on my knees, I feel strangely powerful. I feel like I’ve got the ability in my hands--literally, in my hands--to make a very dominant man’s toes curl at my leisure.

“I’m going to teach you all about what a man wants. What he likes.”

“Please teach me Professor Hanks.”

He smiles. “I do like it when you call me Professor. You can’t quite decide what you want to call me, can you? Professor, Sir, or Cole. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Keep doing that.”

I stroke the length of his cock slowly, from tip to base.

“I’m a little confused,” I admit. “It’s like there are a few different versions of you. I mean I met you as my professor, so that’s obvious. I like it when I’m your sub, and you’re my Sir. But sometimes, I just feel like we’re two people, living in the world, and you happen to be a few years older than me.”

“Six years older,” he corrects.

I shrug and smile. “My grandmother is ten years younger than my Grandfather. They seem pretty happy.”

“Enough chatty Kathy,” he growls. “Time for you to shut up and suck my cock.”

“Yes Sir,” I whimper, and lick him up and down the sides.

“Yes, just like that.”

I wrap my lips around him and bob up and take him in my mouth, high on my buzz. On Cole’s voice. On this. Whatever this is, that I can’t really seem to figure out.

Cole leans back and relaxes while I do the work. He moans and grunts, and I can’t help but feel powerful for being the one who forces him to make those noises.

“Your mouth is so soft. So sweet, Rose. Eyes up here, though.” I open up my eyes and force myself to concentrate on him. It’s tough to put my eyes on him while I’m working his cock, but I love watching him watch me. His eyes roll back in his head and he moans a little. “Goddamn, you’re a professional, Rose,” he grunts.

I take my mouth off of him and gasp. “I’m a professional? A professional what?”

“A professional pleaser,” he smirks. “Now stand up.”

I stand. He leans back in his chair and gives me an up and down.

“What?” I ask, wondering what he’s looking at.

“You told me what I like about you. It’s only fair I tell you the same. And as I tell you, I want you to show yourself off to me. Got it?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Well the first thing I fucking love about you Rose, is your face. Your eyes. Your look. From the moment I saw you walk into my classroom I loved them.”

“I’m not like, traditionally pretty though. Not like Liz,” I blurt out, and soon as I do I regret it. Why would I even bring her up? Then again, maybe it’s the booze talking. I’m saying anything and everything that’s on my mind right now.

“Maybe you don’t look like an airbrushed model, sure. But your face is just amazing. You’ve got that ‘look,’ like I said, that just makes me wonder how you’ll feel when you’re screaming underneath me.”

I moan a little, and I feel the heat rush between my legs. “That’s the weirdest compliment I’ve ever received.”

“Yeah? Well I’m not done,” he growls, and stands up, still stroking his fully erect cock that sticks straight out from his body. I take a step back, suddenly scared. When he stands I’m reminded of how intimidating his physical presence is. This is a man twice my size. And the look in his eyes is positively devilish. I put my hand over my heart.

“I love your tits, Rose. You certainly didn’t get short-changed when God was handing them out. Show them to me.”

I realize my hand is slightly covering up my boobs, not because I’m ashamed of them, but because I’m feeling my own heart beat. It’s throbbing. I let my hand slide down and off my chest, then rub them with my hands a little.

“Like this?”

“That’s it,” he says, using the saliva I left behind as he strokes himself, his eyes still locked on me. He takes a couple steps toward me, closing the space between us that I’d created. He runs his free hand over my breasts, softly caressing them.

“I love how good you are at taking orders,” he smirks.

“I’m just really malleable,” I smile.

The corners of his mouth quirk upward. “And a damn quick learner, too.”

“Fuck, I like everything about you. But let’s not forget this.” He slides a hand from my breasts down to my stomach, stopping just short of my opening.

“My…” My breath catches, but I don’t say the word out loud.

“Say it,” he mouths.

“My pussy,” I whisper.

“That’s right. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” I breathe without hesitation. Cole is so close to me I can feel the warmth of his body, his breath, and his hand bumps into my thigh as he strokes himself.

“Good girl. Now go sit on the kitchen table. And spread your legs for me.”

I walk over to the table and move the second bottle of wine, which is still half full.

“Should I clean everything up?” I ask.

“No,” Cole says, and pushes everything to one end. “Now. Sit.”

There is a hint of desperation in his voice. I jump up, spin around, and face him.

He wraps my body up with his arm and kisses me. I’m delirious as he plunders my mouth with his tongue, and explores everywhere he can find on my body with his hands. My neck, back, thighs, ass--he’s needy for my body, like a teenager in the back of the car with his prom date.

Except this prom date’s about to end in something much better than a half hearted hand job.

“I’m so wet,” I mutter. “Will you please just fuck me already? Please,” I mewl.

Cole bites his lip and stares at me. “Fuck yes. Lean back.”

I lean back onto the wooden kitchen table, the tablecloth providing a tiny respite for the hard surface. Cole brings my legs up to his shoulders and lines his cock right to my slit, sliding the head back and forth a couple of times. We both stare at the place where my opening meets his cock in anticipation.

He pushes his tip into me, spreading me apart. I curve my head back, arch my body, and moan.

“Oh yes,” I murmur. He pushes inside a few inches, pulls out, then thrusts in again.

The ecstasy begins. This feels so much better than the first time. I close my eyes and let him take control.

He starts slow, working his cock into me in shallow pumps, giving my body time to adjust to his size. Even though we’ve fucked before, I still need time for my body to accept how thick and long his cock is.

After a few minutes, I’m more relaxed, and he thrusts harder, goes deeper. I clench around him. “So damn tight, Little Rose,” he growls.

“So damn big,” I return.

He pulls my body in closer to him, and, still standing, he intensifies his thrusts until he’s fucking me with everything he’s got. He’s a fucking animal, slapping his hips against me and I’m screaming out into the woods of Blackwell, no one around for miles to hear me, luckily. He feels so good, and I have a moment of realization.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is what sex is supposed to be.

It’s glorious. I lose myself in the moment, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me over and over again.

I think I might come, but he rips his cock out of me without notice.

“Get off the table and bend over,” he bellows.

I jump down off the table, turn around, and present my ass to him.

“That’s a good Little Rose,” he says, and pushes his cock back into my pussy, still slick with my juices. He grunts, and plows into me.

I moan as he loses himself in me. My pleasure escalates, and I feel a hard slap on my ass right as I’m reaching the top of the ladder. “Ow,” I coo.

“You like that, Rose? You like it when I’m a little rough?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Do it again.”

He smacks me again on the other cheek right as he thrusts especially deep into me, and I’m about to come.

“Cole, may I come?” I beg. “I’m so close.”

He grabs a bunch of my hair with his fists and yanks me toward him a little. His body is hot to the touch. His cock is so hard inside me, touching parts of me I never thought were possible. “You can come if you tell me one more time who this pussy belongs to.”

“You!” I yell. “It belongs to you! Cole.”

“Fuck yes it does. Now come, baby, come all over me.”

He grabs my hips with his hands and I love everything about this. I love how powerful he is behind me. I love how the scents of the sweat from our two bodies meld together. I love the slap slap slap sound of skin on skin, and the feeling of his balls smacking against the outside of my clit as he hammers into me.

A plate falls off the table and shatters. I scream so loud, I want the whole world to hear how amazing this orgasm is, how this man is officially breaking me in.

I squeeze my cunt as the orgasm lashes through me. My legs quiver as I come so hard I can barely breathe.

He doesn’t stop rocking into me after I’m done, and I wonder if I might build up to another orgasm.

I also wonder if I can even handle another one.

Cole is relentless though, big and hard and strong as he pounds me against the table, using me how he said he would.

Training me to be his professional pleaser.

His hands rub everywhere on my body--my back, my ass, my thighs, the sides of my hips. He smacks my ass again, harder this time, and I cry out.

“Gonna come,” he grunts. “On your knees.”

He pulls out and I drop to my knees, my face at his cock level. “Make me come on your tits,” he says.

I grab his slick, engorged cock and pump it. Cole groans like I’ve never heard him before, and I realize that, ironically, I’m the one in the position of power here.

I wrap my lips around his cock, and all it takes is a few seconds before I feel his cock twitch.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he mutters.

I crank his cock with one hand and cup his balls with the other, making the moment all the more hot as I slide back and forth across his length. He leans back, I aim him at my tits, and he shoots for what seems like days. My eyes are wide at the amount of cum he’s just unloaded on me.

When he’s done, we pause, breathing hard. I giggle a little. I scoop a glob of cum off and lick it while looking up at him. “This actually tastes delicious,” I say. “You must have a pretty good diet.”

He chuckles. “I eat a lot of fruit,” he winks.

I collapse onto my butt, and it’s then I notice how symbolic this position is. When I look up, he’s smirking down on me.

“Let’s go to bed, Rose.”

I nod, and stand up. “I should clean myself up, though,” I say, looking down at my tits.

“I do like you dirty,” he says, and plants a firm kiss on my lips. “But let’s jump in the shower.”

Cole seems to take great pleasure in making sure he’s covered every inch of me with soap. After he’s made sure I’m squeaky clean, he scrubs himself down before we both rinse off. He turns off the water, then reaches out and grabs a towel to wrap me up in. We both dry ourselves off, then collapse in bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Before I fall asleep, I realize that I’ve completely fallen for a man I can’t have. I don’t want anyone else anymore. I asked Professor Hanks to show me the ropes of great sex, and now he’s set the bar so damn high, I doubt anyone else would ever come close.