I sigh, then zip my pants up and grab a tissue.
Chapter 3
Melody
I practically run home to my apartment, Professor Sharpe’s voice echoing in my head.
I’ll ride you hard.
I keep telling myself that he just means he has high academic expectations of his students, but I can’t forget the look in his eye when he said it, the way he practically growled those words at me.
The monster in his pants when he stood to shake my hand.
I drop my keys twice when I try to unlock my front door, because my palms are still sweaty. I’ve soaked completely through my panties, and now the tops of my thighs are wet, my pussy absolutely aching.
It was all I could do not to spread my legs in front of the Professor, let him watch as I peeled my panties off, slid one hand from my soaking slit to my clit and showed him what he does to me.
Finally, I burst in through the front door of our apartment, with one mission only: get to my bedroom, lock the door, and make myself come until I stop thinking about Professor Sharpe.
“Hey Melody,” says a voice from the kitchen, and I turn my head in surprise. I thought Erica had class this afternoon, but I guess she’s skipping again.
“Hey,” I say, poking my head in so I don’t seem rude, or worse, like I really want to fuck my professor.
“You gurht mm akuj,” she says, a spoon in her mouth. There’s a jar of peanut butter open next to her. Luckily it’s hers, not mine.
“What?” I ask, impatiently.
She swallows.
“You got a package,” she says. “I put it by your door.”
I frown, because I don’t remember ordering anything.
“Thanks,” I say. “I’m gonna go study for a while.”
“Cool,” she says, plunging the spoon back into the peanut butter.
The package is fairly big but not heavy, so it can’t be books. I take off my coat and shoes, then sit on the edge of my bed and open it with my keys.
When I see what it is, I freeze for a second and stare.
And then I remember ordering something from the internet.
Last weekend, Erica dragged me out to a party. I had one glass too many of jungle juice, and even though I was talking to a cute undergrad for a while, all I was thinking about was Professor Sharpe — how much I wished I were with him instead of the frat boy, how much I wished he were the one grinding against my ass to dirty rap music.
So, I made some excuse and left, because I knew the frat boy was going to be a terrible substitute. I went home, fired up the internet...
...and ordered a massive dildo with a suction cup on one end. I’d seen one in the porn I’ve been watching — and there’s been a lot lately — and at the time, it seemed like the only thing that might quench my thirst even a little.
Thank you, drunk Melody, I think. You knew exactly what I was going to need.
I run my hand down the giant dildo. Even though it’s purple, it’s realistic otherwise — well, except for being nearly a foot long and so big my fingers don’t fit all the way around it. That’s wildly unrealistic, but this is why dildos exist.
Still, I get even wetter. It’s not the Professor’s cock, but I can pretend that it’s him filling me up and stretching me out, him taking me mercilessly, over and over again, as hard as he wants.
My pussy gushes at the thought, and I pull the dildo from the box, stand, walk to my door, and peek out.
No Erica in sight.
I scamper to the bathroom, praying that she doesn’t catch me carrying an enormous dildo, then lock the door after myself. I strip in seconds, then stand in front of the sink and stroke the fake cock, biting one lip, giving myself this moment of delicious anticipation.
At least wash it off first, I remind myself. Come on.
I nearly laugh out loud at myself, but I stick it in the sink and lather it up with hand soap. The suction cup sticks to the porcelain, making the cock jut upwards as I wash it.
Before I know it I’ve got both hands wrapped around the thing, sliding up and down, slick with soap, and my juices are running down the inside of my leg. I know it’s completely ridiculous to jerk off a silicone cock, but I close my eyes and imagine Professor Sharpe, sitting in front of me, and now I’m stroking him while he watches, a commanding look in his eyes.
I hold my breath and bite my lip. I squeeze harder and stroke faster, my legs trembling, my pussy wet and aching.
Then I take a deep breath and open my eyes, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t make a dildo come. I unstick it and rinse it off in the sink, my insides still quivering with excitement, but suddenly, I don’t quite know what to do.
In the stuff I watched, the girls had it on the wall and backed themselves onto it, but that seems... advanced, and I’m anything but. Besides, I’m a little afraid that I’ll lose control, and the last thing I want is to slip in the bathroom, hit my head, and let my roommate find me unconscious with a comically large dildo in my vagina.
I turn on the shower so at least there’s some noise covering up what I’m about to do, because I can hear Erica wandering around our apartment. Then I consider for a moment, and after deliberating, I suction the dildo to the lip of the tub.
It sticks up, angled ever-so slightly forward, and I take another deep breath. I’m fucking horny for this dildo, and even though I know it’s really Professor Sharpe who’s getting me this wet, I’m in my bathroom staring at a silicone monster.
I don’t care, because I need something and this is it. I step one foot into the tub and brace myself with one hand on the wall and one hand on the lip of the tub, lowering myself onto the massive cock until it’s at my entrance, parting my lips with its massive head.
Then I swallow hard, half nervous that this thing is way too big and half excited, and lower myself fractions of an inch.
The head enters me, and I gasp. It’s stretching my tight pussy wide, and I was afraid it would hurt but instead it feels good, like I was meant to be stretched out and filled up.
I imagine the Professor, sitting in his office chair behind me. His hands on my hips as he pulls me back on to his bare cock, and I bite back a groan as I lower myself further, letting the toy enter me.
I go slow, back and forth, letting the dildo stretch me and fill me up gradually, even though it feels fucking incredible in my pussy. With my eyes closed, I can pretend it’s him.
My knees almost collapse at the thought, as I’m still working my way down this monster, breathing hard and trying not to cry out in pleasure. It feels like he’s — no, it’s — hitting every single pleasure spot inside me, pushing me toward the edge of orgasm before I’ve even managed to take it all.
And then, suddenly, my ass hits the cold porcelain of the tub and I realize that I’ve taken this whole monster and I come with no warning, almost instantly, gritting my teeth together and making a strangled animal noise while I desperately try not to shout or moan.
I lean forward, bracing myself against the wall as I rock back and forth, biting down the words Fuck me, Professor, please, letting the waves pass through my body as the dildo strokes my insides with every movement.
Gradually, it fades, and I can breathe again, my heart beating so fast I think it might explode. I shift and the cock inside me slides along the sensitive walls of my pussy, and I gasp because holy shit this feels good.
I bite my lip. I close my eyes, and very carefully, I put both hands behind me, leaning back. Instantly it presses against my front wall and I grunt without meaning to, the delicious pressure already building up inside me, so savage and insistent that I know I can’t hold it back any longer.
Resting on my hands, I lift my hips carefully, pulling it out partway and easing it back in, and it feels so good I almost fall over. I move faster, up and down, fucking the dildo on the edge of the tub and thinking about my Roman History professor.
I come again. I’m almost out of control, riding this sex toy wildly in the shower, but I don’t care. I need this, I need to feel just a little like I’m fucking Professor Sharpe before I lose my mind.
I don’t stop. I keep fucking myself, feeling the delicious girth slide in and out of me, imagining the Professor holding me down on a table and slamming his huge cock into me, again and again.
I just keep coming, wave after wave wracking my body, and I can hear myself gasping and whimpering but I feel completely powerless to stop until they’re finally over and I’m shaking, my body wrung out and spent.
I slide off the dildo one more time. I stand. I unstick it from the tub, get in the shower, and wash it off.
Do this again before your advisee’s meeting tomorrow night and maybe you can survive it without making a fool of yourself, I think.
I’m not particularly hopeful.
Chapter 4
Professor Sharpe
This advisee meeting is completely normal. Hartvale University prides itself on small class sizes, and on professors and students working together in a friendly, open, productive community. Most professors host students in their homes a few times a semester, so there’s nothing odd about this.
Except how desperately I want one of my students. That is completely beyond the pale, but all I can think about is Melody’s body under mine, completely under my control as she writhes and moans in pleasure.
I want her. I want all of her. I want her body to belong to me, totally and completely, and I want her to beg me to make her mine.