"Put it inside." Says Kent with me straddling on top of him, his hands on my waist, iron like. I hesitate for a moment, I am so hungry after a night of relentless fucking that I can eat a cow. But I soon realize, Kent is way too persistent, it’s better giving in to him if I want to be free of his grip and have some breakfast. So I reach forward and slowly guide the tip of his shaft between my lips, pressing it against my folds. I push down and it slides deep inside me, spreading me wider than I have ever been.He groans and grips my waist tightly, his face flushed. "Yeah, babe, you are doing great. Keep going. Just like that."I look down into his eyes as I ride his cock. His pupils are dilated and his mouth hangs half open in a pant. I smile at him, suddenly feeling more powerful and mischievous. I don’t want this morning sex goes too smooth for him: I want to make him “suffer” a little as he once did to me.I sit down on his length and bounce slowly up and down, grinding his cock
“Wait!”I rush out of Huron Building. But it‘s too late. The school bus has pulled away right in front of me.“Damn it! This is the last one!” I yelled, trying to chase the bus. The driver didn’t seem to notice me, though, leaving me running futilely in the trail of motor vehicle exhaust. Today is really not my day, I guess.As I eventually have to give it up to catch my breath, my thoughts race to figure out a way to make home. It’s close to winter break now. The university shuttle bus stops after 6 pm. Given that I will be running out of my monthly stipend to call an Uber, and I am still saving up for a car, it seems that there are no other options than walking back home in this freezing -15 °C/ 5 °F weather.“How Great!” I murmur to myself. “This is exactly what I signed up for when accepting the PhD offer. No money, no quality of life, no nothing except for the pure love for research.”As if things are not bad enough, with my phone vibrating, another E-Alert pops up on top of man
September 9 This is the first week of the fall semester. I have my training, my add-and-drop course list, parties with friends, as well as my internship at this tech start-up company. But fuck it, fuck my perfect life! I need to get to the bottom of this thing, I have to know what she thinks she is doing.September 16I followed the woman to her apartment in eastern West Lancing. It’s a shady neighborhood. But she is gorgeous, making the neighborhood shine.I know it because she left her blinds open. When she changed into her pajama, I could tell from the window that her breasts are like tear drops and her ass peach. She was on the phone with someone, probably having phone sex. Too bad I don’t know how to read lips.September 23This is the last week of our add-and-drop period, but I haven’t really got any chance to explore around. I guess I will have to go with whatever courses that still have opening seats now. The “Comparative Cultural Studies” looks good. Although my dad alwa
Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.” He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”He bends down and gives my inner thigh a kiss, “Hello, mommy.” My private parts burn as he breathes and talks. He senses the way my body slightly react, and immediately press his finger on my clit, rubbing it in a nice rhythm.“Ah! No Stop!” I bit my lip trying not to moan. But I can feel an electric shock sent right down from my spine to my pussy, a warm feeling oozes out, damping my underwear.“Jesus, you are sensitive.” Kent sticks his tongue out to taste the wetness of my underwear, “Yummy. When was the last time you have sex, Miss Irwin? Looks like you need a proper fuck t
I don’t know what changes her mind.The last second she was interested in sleeping with me, and boom! As soon as I take off my shirt, she has changed her mind.Is it because my upper body that she doesn’t like? No way! I work out so regularly!I suppress my anger and try to talk some reason into her. I slightly rub my cock against her lip, teasing her: “Miss Irwin, rape is……Well we don’t have to go there. If you insist, I am willing to compromise. I can let you go if you only suck my dick. A filmed blowjob will also suffice as an evidence.”She looks at my navel again, and states firmly: “No. Oral sex is still sex. I am not going to suck you off.”“Miss Irwin, I am trying to be gentle with you by offering you a chance to avoid virginal penetration…”“I said no, Kent. As your teacher, I am not giving you consent, this is the bottom line.”“Jesus!” I rake my hand through my hair. “Why do you have to make it so difficult, Miss Irwin?”She is silently gazing at my navel, showing me a stub
Kent dropped me off at the off-campus apartment that I rented with my roommate, Juan Wang. My hair disheveled and my clothes ripped. After everything happened today, I am so exhausted that I just want to sneak quietly into my room and tuck myself in. But the door swings open, and Juan Wang is the living room. “Emm, you are still up? Thank for getting the door for me BTW.” I am totally beaten, but I try to put up a friendly face and make a small talk.“No problem.” Juan Wang yarns, darting her eyes from her phone to me. “Are you OK? I heard some shit happened at Mason Hall. If you weren’t getting home safe, I am just about calling the cops, girl.”I am moved by the fact that she stayed up so late to make sure I am home safe. I smile briefly. “I am OK, don’t worry. Thank you for being so sweet.”“Don’t sweat about it.” She plays it cool. “It’s not like I went an extra mile to make sure you safe. I got my own shit to mind.”“Right, it’s the final week. Are you up to cram for tests?” I
10 million: Chapter: 6 KentMia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE.“Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening.“OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps. I look at this dude, examining him carefully. Well, he looks kinda like me, with his blue eyes and all that. Of course I don’t mean he is as good-looking or as rich as I am, but I don’t like the way he looks at her. He goes, “Yes, I am in town for a conference tomorrow. BTW I got my PhD degree and now am a assistant professor.”“Oh, really? Congratulations!” She seems a bit surprised. “I didn’t expect that you will continue your research, Mark. I mean, when we broke up, you were like ‘I am gonna start a family and shit.’ Speaking of family, how is Eileen, is she your wife now?”“Emm actually we are not together. It didn’t work out.
I received a call from professor Ronald Keller, asking me to visit his office and talk about the scores I gave this semester.“……so, the aforementioned are the reasons for revising these students’ grade.” I summarized.Professor Ronald Keller has a name for his pickiness, so I had to bring up a few cases where the students actually deserve a second chance with the hope to bury Kent’s abnormally high score.Professor Keller maintains a serious expression after listening to my explanation. He picks one file out of the paper piled in front of him: “I noticed you changed Kent Huron’s score.”“Yes, Yes.” I tense up. “Emm……I was thinking that he displayed some level of intellectual creativity in his final essay so——”“Good job, well-done.” Ronald Keller takes off his glasses, lays back into his chair, and sends me a relaxing smile. “I got to admit that previously, I was a little worried. You know, since you seem like a person of principle, you might not be able to take the hint and cut stud