She sipped her coffee on my lap and I took a call from the department head on speaker, placing a quick finger to my lips to warn her. My cock was so hard, it challenged the very fabric of my pants and pressed directly into the ample bounty of her ass cheek, which was covered by a medium-length skirt in a jersey material. Celia seemed to prefer athleisure wear over real clothes and assumed it to be a symptom of her young age.
“So far, it’s been exceptional, Dr. Pogue. We’re fully booked for the conference and additional seating was added and then sold out within a few days,” I told the professor.
Celia’s hand wandered back behind her and she traced her fingertips over the head of my hard cock through my slacks. I wanted to shove her forward onto my desk and pull the skirt up until her large pale ass cheeks were on full display for me. I’d eat her pussy from behind until she begged me for cock.
“How’s the paper coming that you’re presenting, Lawson? Have you submitted for peer review?” the department head asked me.
Celia took the opportunity to wrap her fist, as much as she could, around the shaft and I swallowed hard.
“Submitted last week, sir. I was pleased with the findings.”
As if reading my mind, Celia leaned forward, elbows resting on the desktop and slowly pulled the skirt up over her gorgeous moons that couldn’t be properly contained by the cotton underwear she was wearing. I reached out and circled my palm over the center of one cheek. She rotated her hips in response so that she could grind her clit on my knee.
Her sexual appetite was insatiable, a mouth like a black hole that hours, days, centuries could be lost in. Whatever she’d been building up, saving up, her years sequestered away in Joplin, she was taking out on me and I was loving every single second of it.
“I could come by your office and discuss the line-up for Rio and the topics we’ll want covered by faculty—”
“I’m actually just stepping out to meet a group of students in the quad to advise on their Vector Boson project.”
Lie. I was in fact unzipping my slacks, fisting my hard cock and caressing Celia’s ass cheeks with the head which was already dripping with pre-cum.
I dipped my cock between her legs and she was soaked with arousal.
Celia moaned.
“Let’s set a date via email to map out the Rio conference soon,” I said. My voice had gone scratchy and I cleared my throat. Celia backed up onto my cock and I slipped inside her easily as her center was already gushing with need.
“Enjoy your day, Lawson. Looking forward to catching up.”
“You too, sir,” I said, my cock buried to the balls in Celia’s warm pussy.
I grabbed her hips and pulled out slowly watching myself, then thrust back into her.
“God, I can’t get enough of you. That’s why I need you to move in. I want to be able to wake up, grab your face and kiss you, penetrate you as the very first thing I do every morning.”
Celia’s hands braced the opposite side of my desk and I yanked them back and placed them on her ass.
“Spread for me, Celia. I want to come on your ass.”
She did as I asked. Her pliancy made me weak in the knees. She was eager to please and I was eager to boss her around.
“I’ve got to get to class,” I panted.
I hated to have her come to class, rush in late flushed, and smelling like sex. But I felt half-insane with possession and I liked knowing it was my scent on her, my cum that dripped between her legs and gathered in her panties while freshman boys ogled her tits and fantasized about fucking her. Over my dead fucking body. No one would ever have her but me.
I was a thirty-seven-year-old man, but Celia made me fuck like a teenager.
"Maybe you should cool it in the office, Professor. We really can't risk getting caught on campus. It would suck for the university to lose such a formidable mind." Celia pushed off me, but I spun her hard and caught her, caged her in my arms.
"Some things are worth losing. Besides, I should be the one worried, not you. Pogue is seventy-three years old. He hasn’t got a clue."
I ravaged her mouth and pinched her hard nipples through the thin material of her dress.
"There’s nothing I’d rather lose my job over," I rasped as she fisted my cock.
We were so busy kissing in fact, that I didn't even notice the door opening.
We were both so high on each other, neither of us had thought to lock up. Apparently, regression to teenage years affected more areas than one.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I exclaimed as my long-standing nemesis barged into my most sacred space.