Lines

Marcus felt more energetic than he had in possibly his entire life, that energy was dampened by the knowledge that he'd definitely gotten Yasmin pregnant even though she couldn't possibly know it yet and he definitely couldn't tell her. He felt like a monster, which to be fair he kind of was but he suddenly didn't want to be around her or Celia though they both kept texting, teasing, offering themselves, apart or together. Then there was Josie's challenge to him to think of, should he go to the bar in town, should he wait for the party being thrown Friday night? Should he just wait for his pending meeting with Jess? He sat in class as Professor Banks went on about their first assignment.

There he was thought Tabitha staring at the tall ripped ginger in her Creative Writing class. The energy on campus had been off, tainted she knew but part of her had said that was just college but then he'd come into the sex shop where she worked and it had entered with him, corruption, unease. Someone else might have just figured he had a mysterious aura about him but that was before she saw the ruined bathroom he'd left in the cafeteria. She took the thick tome from her bag and flipped, incubus, she read so she knew what he was but not who.

As class ended Marcus gathered his things, "Mark, Marcus, Mr. Vallen," stammered professor Banks, "can you stop by my office?"

He nodded and made to leave almost crashing into a girl standing in front of him, she was pale, though he sensed part of it might be make up, her makeup was entirely black, her hair was entirely white and she wore a body huggin black dress that did nothing to hide her massive chest.

"I'm Tabitha," she said holding out her hand.

Marcus stared at her, "Marcus," he said offering her hand, she pulled and whispered something into his ear.

Daemon screamed, his body burned.

"Now your copilot can't interrupt," she said, "do you know what you are?"

"Yes," he growled through the pain.

"Do you need to feed?"

"What?"

"You feed by corrupting and impregnation, have you fed recently?"

"Yes." he managed.

"Good, you're less dangerous that way, but if you need a willing target," she said leaning in close running a hand over her chest, "seek me out."

She whispered and the pain was gone and a moment later so was she.

What the fuck was that?

"Witch," said Daemon weakly.

Is she-

"Dangerous, probably."

Still, tempting.

He made his way to Professor Banks' office and barely knocked when the door flew open. Professor Banks pulled him in for a tight hug and then seemed ro realize what she was doing and released him.

"Mr. Vallen," she said as professionally as she could "Please come in."

He closed the door and she hugged him again, she was cute he took the time to notice, dark skin, dark hair in a tight bun, tight body, perky upstairs, thick downstairs.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I just, your friend, the publishing rep, they're going to publish me."

"Professor Banks that's amazing," he said, "you'll have to let me know when it's coming out so I can pre-order it."

"Please," she said, "you are getting an advance copy when it comes back from the publisher, I want to know what you think."

"I would be honored."

"Well, are you free tonight?"

"Well I've got a lot of homework," he said, "my one professor just dropped an assignment on us."

"You have a week," she said, "come on we need to celebrate, my treat."

They walked to her car and she drove him into town, the one restaurant.

"Champagne," she said to the waiter, one sip he thought wouldn't kill him.

They sat and talked, she was practically buzzing with excitement.

"To you," she said.

"To you," he said back, "you did all the work, I just made a call."

She insisted he order something pricey and after they ate they walked through town. It was quiet, it was a school night after all but her energy shifted. She nodded in one direction and he followed, soon they were in the lobby of an apartment building.

"Marcus," she said turning to him, "if we go upstairs, I'm going to cross a line, one that no one can no about. But I am really appreciative, and really a fan."

He took her hand and she called the elevator. As soon as the doors closed she was on him, she kissed him hard, her hands on the back of his head pulling him close. When the door opened they separated and calmly walked down the hall to her apartment, and once inside she was on him again.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped as he kissed her neck and undid her blouse.

"Then stop me Professor," he whispered in her ear but instead she pulled his shirt off.

He threw her blouse aside and stared at her perky tits in her black lace bra, he unclasped it and pulled it away. They were fake, but perfect on her frame, large dark areolas, one of them pierced.

"Professor Banks," he said with admiration.

"Keep calling me that," she said as he sucked on her pierced nipple.

Why was he so good at this? She wondered, this was definitely a line but she didn't care, he had believed in her and he could have her. She undid his pants and dropped to her knees as she pulled his jeans and boxers off.

"Holy shit," she gasped as his cock sprang free.

She wrapped her hands around him and stroked, where had this guy come from, he'd practically walked out of one of her fantasies. With a little trepidation she took him into her mouth and started to suck him, she was a little out of practice and he was an expert level cock. She slurped, she bobbed her head, she took him as deep as she could.

"Come on Professor," he said helping her to her feet and then taking her into his arms.

He laid her down on the bed and pulled off her shorts and panties before licking up her pussy and sucking on her.

"You taste so good Professor," he said, "tell me if I'm doing ok."

Amazing is what she thought but what came out was a deep moan from a woman who had been relying on her fingers for two years. His fingers slipped in and worked their magic as he expertly sucked her clit. Her moans were music, her body worked itself pressing her into his face, she clung to his hair. His free hand moved up and squeezed her pierced tit tugging gently on her nipple and she exploded with pleasure.

"Was that good Professor?" he asked as her breathing returned to normal.

"Uh huh," she gasped.

He was on top of her now, their lips met and she held his waist, more, she needed more. She guided him towards her slit and looked into his eyes.

"I don't have a condom Professor," he said.

"That's fine," she said.

With that he sank into her and she moaned, her nails digging into his arms, she felt impossibly full but there was no pain, just pressure, and pleasure, and more than she ever would have thought she could handle.

"You feel so good Professor Banks," he gasped.

He was playing his part masterfully, she thought, he was the innocent student being seduced by his filthy professor.

"You've got your Professor here," she whimpered ,"taking your cock, make her into your slut."

"Gladly," he growled and his entire presence shifted, he held her down, legs pressed back and hammered deep into her, "you like that, you like getting used by your student."

"Yes," she growled, "I fucking love it."

He was going to make her cum, again, already and she just laid looking into his eyes.

"Come on Professor Banks, show me what a slut you are."

That did it, she shook, he pulled out and she squirted onto him and onto the bed.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, "what, did I just?"

"You did Professor Banks," he said kissing her cheek.

That's new, she thought as he got her into doggy. He slid in slowly and she felt even more full than she had. From this angle he had a great view of her amazing ass, she could probably even stand up to Yasmin.

"Push it back on me, show me how much you love your student's cock."

"I love it," she whined working back on him.

He slapped her ass hard, "you can do better than that Professor.

She worked back on him harder, faster, her ass was practically clapping for him. It felt good, he didn't move only egging her on, slapping her ass, letting her use his cock. She was on edge again, he was incredible and not at all what she'd expected when she'd decided to seduce him. With a little more effort she came again just using him, she really was a slut for him. She fell forward, her mind blank from everything so he got her on top of him and soon she slid back onto his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hammered her, his mouth latched on her pierced nipple.

"Cum inside me," she pleaded, "make your professor your cum dump."

"Gladly," he said spanking her ass.

He grabbed her throat as he used her, she really was just a toy to him, she thought and she loved it. He groaned and he unloaded, there was so much, she could feel him filling her with each pulsing thrust.

"Wow," she gasped, he pulled out and it was immediately spilling onto the bed.

He laid on the bed as she went to the bathroom, this had obviously crossed a line, but now that they were here she was excited to take it further. She walked back out and his eyes were on her already, admiring every curve.

"We need to set some ground rules," he said.

"Of course," she said excitedly.

"When we're on campus nothing has changed, I'll be good."

"Good."

"But in these four walls, things will be very different," she gulped and he continued, "roles are reversed here, you're a slut, my slut. You're my cum dump or cum rag."

"Free use?" she asked and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Free use," he said, "do you accept these terms?"

She nodded and he leaned in to kiss her, "good girl."

"You don't have to go," she said, "spend the night here."

He drifted off wrapped around his nude professor. When he woke up he had morning wood and as he kissed her neck she stirred, he spooned her and as he rubbed her clit he sank into her. She had never been side fucked, her ass was too big her ex fiance had told her, it wasn't to big for Marcus. They kissed, he squeezed her tits, he hit every spot just right and she came on his cock with a loud moan. He rolled her onto her stomach, mounted her prone and held her arms crossed behind her back. She was completely at his disposal, completely unable and unwilling to do anything but take his cock as hard and deep as he wanted. He was so rough with her, his cock was relentless, her pussy so sensitive but he kept going, and she came again and before she could even register he'd rolled her onto her back and was coating her face. She leaned up and took him into her mouth sucking every drop out.

"Careful Professor, you keep that up and I'll use you again."

"I need to shower," she said, "I'm going to be late for my morning class."

He let her go and texted Josie, "morning Jos, mission accomplished."

"!!!" she responded almost instantly, "pic?"

"I can't."

"Not sure I believe you," she said with a pouty face, "guess you're not ready to finally have me."

Cruel, he thought.

Cassidy stared at her cum smeared face in the bathroom mirror, she really was his slutty professor. He walked into the bathroom lifted her onto the counter and sank back into her.

"Mr. Vallen!"

"I need a picture of my cock in your pussy," he said taking the picture.

He showed it to her, there was no way to know it was her she supposed.

"Ok," she said, he put the phone aside and started to fuck her again, "Mr. Vallen!"

"Are we going back on our agreement?" he asked, "or do you want to play reluctant while I use you?"

"Reluctant," she said.

"And I can cum?"

"Inside me."

"Good," he said, "consent is important with roleplay like this."

He started to thrust again, "Mr. Vallen what are you doing."

"What does it look like professor? I'm using your slutty body."

"Mr. Vallen don't talk to your professor like that!"

"You're still wearing my cum professor."

"I told you that was a one time mistake."

"If it was a mistake then why are you so fucking wet?"

He picked her up and holding her in his arms he fucked her, she cried out, she clung to him and she came, again.

"Professor it seems like you just came on my cock."

"So," she said as he put her down, "you've had your fun now please I need to shower."

He pushed her into the shower face first against the wall and turned on the water as he slid back in.

"I'm not done yet professor, I still haven't filled your slutty pussy."

"No!" She squealed but he held her in place, "Mr. Vallen please, you can cum in my mouth, or on my face like a pornstar!"

"I already painted your face," she said as he continued to slam her into the wall, your tight west pussy though.

"My titties, you like my big fake titties, or my fat ass?"

"Sorry professor, you're going to have to live with the consequences of being a slut."

She tried to argue more but he was fucking her too, hard she was too sensitive, her pussy betrayed her and she came.

"Oh fuck professor you're squeezing me so tight, I'm gonna."

He grunted and unloaded into her again.

"Quite the performance Mr. Vallen," she said letting the water wash his cum off of her.

"Not so bad yourself," he said kissing her, "seems like you like reluctance."

"I never knew it," she said, "but I really did."

As they got ready he texted Josie the picture and she responded again with "!!!"

"Guess I better get my pussy ready," she texted shortly after.