Sharing Her

“Annabel, I-I think maybe you’ve misunderstood our relationship here,” he says, unconvincingly. I raise an eyebrow at him, pouting.

“Really? So you can tell me truthfully that you’ve never thought about me while you jack off in the shower in the morning? You don’t picture me naked when you’re lying in bed at night? Come on, Professor Byron. We’ve always been so honest with each other,” I urge him.

His jaw tightens and his hands curl into fists. I can tell it’s taking all his restraint not to reach out and touch me. I keep talking, determined to make him crack. “Professor, weren’t you the one who told me that the reason you teach erotic lit at the start of a new semester is to grab your students’ attention and make them stay interested?”

“Yes. I said that,” he sighs.

“And did you not tell me that you liked to make your students open up and come out of their shells?” I egg him on.

“Yes, Annabel,” he admits, staring openly at my tits.

“Well, this is me coming out of my shell. You said yourself that here at college, we’re all equals. You’re my professor, but you’re not my dad. You’re my… friend. I’m eighteen. I can make my own choices. You and I have talked a lot about some seriously racy subjects. But what good is it talking about Sappho and the innuendos in Shakespeare’s poetry if it stops there? You’re always encouraging us to think outside the box and think hard about our future. About what we really, truly want,” I tell him firmly. “And what I really, truly want is for you to fuck me, Professor.”

“Jesus,” he swears, shaking his head. But there’s a flicker of undeniable desire in his gorgeous eyes, and I know I’ve nabbed him. “Okay. I’ll do this. But I’m wearing a condom.”

“Of course. I’m not dumb enough to go bareback my first time, silly!” I laugh. I lean in and kiss him, softly at first, then harder. He moans, his hands holding me tight in place like he’s afraid I might disappear into thin air at any moment.

“And that’s not all,” I add when I break away for a moment. “I want an audience. I want you to fuck me while another man watches.”

“And who is this mystery voyeur you refer to, Annabel?” he asks, but there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. I pick up his desk phone and hand it to him.

“Coach Robinson,” I answer flatly. “He’s always watching me during practice. I know he wants me. He’ll say yes. Just call him and ask before he heads home for the day. I don’t want to wait anymore, Professor. I want you to take my virginity. Right here, right now.”

Professor Byron stares at me for a long moment, sizing me up, as though he half-expects this to be an elaborate prank. But when he sees how serious I am, he wordlessly dials a number into his phone. When someone answers on the other end of the line, he says, “Coach? Is there a chance you could stop by my office? It’s urgent.”

He hangs up the phone and I lean forward, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. He still looks positively shocked by the whole thing, but I know it’s too late for him to back out. Besides, judging by the long, hard stiffness underneath me, I have a feeling he has no desire to stop. Only minutes later, there’s a knock at the door and I get up to answer it. Coach looks completely surprised to see me there, blinking as though he doesn’t believe his eyes.

He looks over at Professor Byron, shrugging in confusion. “Well? What’s going on?”

Professor glances at me, giving a nod. I take Coach’s hand and pull him into the room, locking the door behind him. I lead him over to the fancy sofa where I sat the very first time I came to this office t

o talk about course material.

“What is this?” Coach asks.

“I’ve noticed you watching me,” I tell him.

“Is this some kind of intervention or something? I-I never meant to make you uncomfortable,” he protests quickly. I giggle and roll my eyes.

“No, no. Don’t worry. I love it when you watch me. I bet you get so hard watching me dance around in my little uniform. It turns me on, Coach. In fact, I want you to keep watching me. Right now,” I tell him as I walk back over to Professor, who stands up and kisses me. I glance over to see Coach’s mouth hanging open.

“What the hell,” he mumbles, eyes wide.

Professor gives him a shrug. “Just go with it. This is what she wants. It would be a shame to turn away a student in need, right?” he says pointedly. Coach nods, looking like he just can’t believe his good luck. Everything is going according to plan.

I step away for a moment and begin to turn slowly, shaking my ass, rolling my hips while I feel myself up. I never break eye contact with Professor Byron as I dance, biting my lip and watching as his eyes glaze over with desire. I begin to strip out of my uniform, peeling off my top to let my bouncy, perky tits fall free. I kick off my shoes and slowly take off my panties, leaving just my knee-high socks and flouncy little skirt. I dance over to Professor, who is now sitting down in the chair closest to me, watching with rapt attention.

I bend over and grind my tight little ass against his crotch, feeling his hard cock against me, turning me on while I seduce him. I glance over to see that Coach is stroking himself through his jeans, watching us closely. That gives me a little thrill of pleasure.

Professor can’t hold back anymore. He grabs me and bends me over his lap, making me giggle with delight. He lifts up my skirt and smacks my ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. Hard enough to bring tears of pleasure to my eyes. I moan and wiggle my ass, urging him to do it again. He gropes my taut ass and slides his fingers along my wet slit, groaning with need.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he rumbles, feeling me up. I love the sensation of his huge hands on my body. He lifts me up and puts me back on his lap, straddling him. He kisses my lips, his tongue pushing into my mouth while he plays with my breasts, squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his fingers until I’m sighing with bliss.

“How long have you wanted to touch me like this?” I whisper as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, flicking his tongue over the stiffened peak. I moan and shiver at his warm tongue.

“Since the first day I saw you in my classroom,” he admits, his hands slipping down between us. He finds my clit immediately, working it with two expert fingers while he sucks my breast. I toss my head back, my eyes closing as he massages my sensitive clit. I rut against him, starting to lose myself in the pleasure. Finally, I gush cum all over his fingers, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

“Good girl. Very good,” he growls, swallowing down my whimpers and moans. He grabs me and stands up, walking me backward to pin me against the wall of bookshelves. Professor hikes my leg up over his waist while he licks and sucks my nipples, his hand slipping down to slide two long fingers inside my slick cunny.