Prof. Abigail Weiss' Office

Abigail Weiss and I walked to her office. She was apparently a professor here and wanted to get back to grade papers. I wanted to talk more with her and spend more time in her, my stage freight ruining a chance to sample her delightful asshole and give her a proper fucking.

She had her pants folded in her arms as we entered. I told her not to put them back on because they will probably come off by the time we reach her office. She threw her pants on one empty chair while I sat in the other and she reached into her filing cabinet for some papers and sat in her leather chair and graded.

“Thank you for sitting on me back there. I felt like I would explode and was too nervous about doing anything about it.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I was doing my duty. I know you men think us Women’s Right movement are borderline abolitionists who don’t engage in free use, but I still know my civic duties. And in any case, a lot of the younger students are still not used to their responsibilities, so I volunteered.”

I nodded, she had a very sultry low academic voice which made I found really attractive in older women.

“So what is it the women’s rights group want then?” I asked inquisitively.

“Just a discussion. It’s hard to talk about any kind of reform when people already paint you as an abolitionist.”

“I mean concrete stuff,” I said as I got up and went behind Abigail’s leather chair and lifted her. I sat in her chair and lifted her butt and asshole into my now stiff cock. She bent over her desk and continued to grade while I slid my dick up and down her insides, my hands spreading her cheeks wide.

“For one it would be nice to give a lecture without students constantly hammering at me or shoving it into my mouth when I lecture them about the importance of promptness in handing in their assignments. Some of us women need to get our jobs done. I’m sure if we had windows of peace productivity would rise. It also would be nice to be required to have lube for anal sex.”

I nodded, that didn’t seem too unreasonable, as I pulled my dick out of Abigail’s asshole. She placed her grading pen on the table while I got her up and turned her around and bent her down and knees to lube my dick with her saliva and pre-cum before I went in her again. When I sat her back on my dick, she continued to grade the papers with me thrusting behind her. I felt bad about disrupting her work, so I kept my pace minimal and tried not to bother her too much, despite my wanting to caress her and kiss her.

A young Asian female student came in the room and talked to Abigail about her assignment. They engaged in a random academic talk I didn’t pay attention to while I was pounding behind her. I wiped away the sweat I was building.

Before the young Asian student left, I made sure I withdrew from Abigail‘s ass and had her come next to me and bend over. I pushed Abigail‘s butt forward off my dick and bent the Asian student’s face down and shot a load of cum in the back of her mouth.

“Wait, don’t swallow. Can you deliver that to Professor Weiss?”

She had her head tilted back and gargled, “Ygrah.”

The Asian girl went to Abigail’s face and transferred my delivery into her mouth. Abigail swished it and swallowed and said, “Thank you, Kim. I’ll see you in class.”

Kim nodded and left us. When it looked like Abigail finished grading, I turned Abigail over and bent her on her back on top of her papers, my cock already hard and penetrating her womb. She looked surprised again when I entered her again still hard despite orgasming. I lifted a frame from her desk with one hand, my other playing with her breasts while she lay on the desk and stared up at me. It was Abigail and another woman, a candid picture of them hugging. The woman had a butch look, still handsome though not my type, and a shaved head.

“You’re a lesbian, Abigail?” I said thrusting myself inside Abigail’s cunt while looking at the picture.

“I wouldn’t go that far. I’ve had boyfriends in the distant past, but I am in a lesbian relationship. That’s my wife Tracy.”

“Oh,” I said. “How does your wife feel whenever guys fuck you?”

“More or less indifferent. It doesn’t bring me any pleasure, and she knows I love her. The only real pleasure I feel is when I’m with her.”

“Let’s see if we can’t change that,” I said, smiling pulling her up into sloppy French kissing. She moaned and groped at my butt pushing me deeper.

I ravished Abigail that morning in her office. I covered her entire body over with my tongue and had her do the same for me. I took every hole I could several times. I pulled her vibrator from her stash in her desk and made sure it stimulated her clit while I rammed her for hours and left panting on the chair in heat before I went my way.