Betrayed (Dark Desires 2)

"How nice of you to join us Miss Winters. The rule still stands that late students must model so please come sit on the stool in the center of the class," Professor Moore instructed. I smirked as I put my stuff down and sauntered to the center stool. I had been expecting this.

"Can I have someone to model with?" I asked. I could tell that no one was expecting that.

"Of course," Professor Moore said to me, then to the rest of the class, "anyone want to volunteer to model with Miss Winters."

Before anyone could volunteer, I quickly said, “I want you to model with me.” There were murmurs around the class. The rest of the class was intrigued by the idea. Professor Moore merely chuckled dismissively.

“No, I don’t model with my students. So, let’s get a volunteer from the class to help you,” he said. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. So, he didn’t model with students, but he was willing to other things with us... Everyone looked around to see who would volunteer. Then a cutie timidly raised his hand. I clapped my hands together happily. The cutie stood up and shyly walked to the center of the class to join me.

"Ok, now that you have a partner, are you ready to pose?" Professor Moore asked. I nodded. Professor Moore nodded too, then turned to address the class. "Ok everyone, get out your sketchbooks and pencils and get ready to begin."

I turned to face the cutie.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Richard," he answered. I sat down on the stool and spread my legs.

"Ok, Richard, get down on your knees," I instructed. He laughed nervously, but did as he was told and got down on his knees between my legs. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Are you comfortable because I need you to stay like that?" He nodded and stuck out his tongue. "Perfect," I said as I leaned back and arched my back. I knew that both Richard and the class were getting a good view of my panties and I didn't care. This was all being done in the name of art... amongst other things. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes in a face of ecstasy. The class was quiet and all eyes were on us, including Professor Moore's. This almost made me smile, but I didn't want to break character. We had to stay like this for the remainder of the class. I hoped that Richard was a good model.

The time dragged on forever. The pose that I had chosen was difficult to keep up. I had to keep my balance while leaning back on a stool for a whole hour. When Professor Moore finally clapped his hands together, signaling the end of class, I sat up and stretched. Richard sat back on his heels then slowly stood up, stretching his knees. "Good job!" I told him and gave him a high five.

"Ok, that's a wrap for today. See you all on Monday!" Professor Moore's loud deep voice boomed as he dismissed the class. I headed over to the stool and easel where I had deposited my stuff and gathered my things. As I exited the classroom, I checked my phone. I had a new message from Professor

Moore that read:

‘Meet me at my office.’ I smiled smugly.

I rode the elevator down with my classmates, then let them all exit first. They all headed off in the direction of the buildings exit, while I headed in the direction of the offices. When I got to Professor Moore's office, I patiently waited outside for him to arrive. He got there five minutes later, attempting to look calm, cool, and collected as though he were in control of the situation. We both knew who was in control. He unlocked his office door and held it open for me to go in before following me inside, closing the door behind him. When I turned to face him, he was in my face, backing me up against a bookshelf.

"What was that little stunt you pulled in class today?" He growled into my ear as he slid his hands under my shirt and bra, filling his hands with my breasts. I whimpered and closed my eyes, licking my lips. He had one leg between each of mine and lifted my knee up to brush against his hard dick. One of his hands traveled all the way up to wrap around my neck. His other hand descended over my skirt then pushed it up as he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I moaned and bit my lip as my hand struggled to free his dick from his pants. Once it was free, I licked my hand and wrapped it around his hard shaft, stroking it up and down. He moaned into my hair, his warm breath tickling my ear and making me shiver. He lifted me up with the hand that was on my ass and I straddled him as he guided his dick inside me, choking me the whole time. When he entered me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, muffling my moans with his mouth. We made out sloppily as he pumped in and out of me. He stopped kissing me to whisper in my ear, "this is what you wanted?"

"Yes!" I cried out. He covered my mouth as he fucked me. We could hear the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me and the sound of my back shaking the bookshelf with every pump. "Oh my God, I'm about to come!" I exclaimed into his hand. He moaned, sweat beading his brow. He released my mouth so that he could hold me by the ass with both hands, pumping in and out of me ferociously. I bit his shoulder, muffling my moans with his sweater. In the background, his phone began ringing. I gripped his strong back, digging my nails into it as I came. I came first, but he wasn't done. I licked his ear before he flipped me around and bent me over his desk, taking me from behind. He pounded into me, making my ass cheeks clap. He grunted as he came inside of me, filling me with his seed. I was face to face with his phone, which was still ringing. While still inside of me, he leaned forward and kissed my neck before pulling out. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. We both were sweaty and out of breath, trying to fix our clothes. His phone rang again. I glanced at the screen, which read "Sharon."

"Sharon's calling you," I informed him. I watched him pick up his phone as I fixed my hair. He didn't answer it, but instead, stuffed it into his pocket. "Who's Sharon?" I asked him. He looked out the window as though to gather his thoughts before looking me in the eyes.

"My wife."

Bad Romance

That one statement instantly killed the whole mood.

"You're married?!" I demanded. My eyes went from staring into his to staring at the bare ring finger of his left hand. He didn't wear a ring nor had I ever seen one. Professor Moore slumped into his chair. This was obviously not the conversation that he was looking to have right now. "If I would've known that, I would have never..." I continued, but didn't finish.

"Well you didn't ask," he pointed out lamely.

"You don't wear a ring!" I snapped back. Before he could respond, his phone rang again.

"I'm going to go so you can stop ignoring your wife," I spat before snatching up my things and storming out, slamming the door behind me. I stomped down the hall, fuming. In my haste, I smashed right into a woman walking in the opposite direction, knocking both of our things to the ground. "Sorry," I muttered distractedly as I crouched down to help her pick up her things.

"It's ok. What's wrong? Get a bad grade?" She mused good naturally. I shrugged, picking up my things. I noticed a wedding ring on her ring finger and finally gave her a good look. She was older than me, but still fairly young. She looked good and had a nice body. We stood up and she forced a smile, but I just stared at her. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day," she said before walking off in the direction from which I had just come. I turned to watch her go and just as I suspected, she stopped outside of Professor Moore's office and knocked on the door. It was his wife. I turned and walked off, exiting the building. When I got outside, I sat down on a bench, needing a moment to clear my mind. Only then did I realize that I was holding his wife's phone in my hand. I must have picked it up when I had almost run her over.

A mischievous smile spread across my face like the Grinch as a plan hatched in my mind. I was going to need Gemma's help for it to work. I took out my phone and opened my Facebook app. In the search bar, I typed in 'Sharon Moore.' I smiled when her profile popped up. That was definitely his wife. I went through her pictures. I had to give it to her, she was a beautiful woman. She wasn't me though. I closed the Facebook app and texted Gemma: ‘What are you doing?’

While I waited for her to text me back, I called my phone from Sharon's so that I could store her number, then I deleted the call log.

Gemma texted me back: ‘Nothing, at the apartment. My next class was cancelled. What are you doing?’

Instead of texting back, I stood up and started walking home. When I got to our apartment, I found Gemma sitting on the couch watching TV in the living room.