She wants to hire me

A bolt of panic shoots through me, but I keep my voice from trembling too much as I ask Dr. Griffith, “What are you going to do to me?”

She sits back in her chair, clearly surprised. “Do to you?” Then it hits her. “I suppose if the administration got wind of your little business, they’d expel you.” I nod. “Personally, I think that’s stupid. Rest assured, I don’t want to do anything to hurt you. I want to do exactly what I told you I want to do: hire you to eat my pussy.”

“So you’re not going to make me eat you for free?” I ask, a little surprised.

Dr. Griffith scowls. “I’m a fair woman. This isn’t a protection racket; if you’re as good as I’ve heard, you deserve to be paid accordingly. I don’t want anything except to have my pussy eaten until I cum, over and over and over again. I’m 30 years old, I’ve been too busy to sustain a relationship since I was in high school, and I have needs. I want you to satisfy them.

“Besides, you’re right about the administration—not only would they expel you if they found out, they’d try to ruin me, and I don’t want that. If I’m one of your clients, we’re in this together, and that breeds loyalty. If I exploit you, there’s no loyalty. There’s also a lot less motivation for you to eat me well, which is the whole point of this. No, no, far better for me as well as for you that I treat you with respect, professional to professional.

“I shouldn’t have gotten annoyed with you for asking, though. I realize you don’t know me, and I’m sure there are professors on this campus who would exploit you if they got the chance; you couldn’t know I’m not one of them. But please do remember in future that I’m not like that.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, feeling much happier.

“Please,” Dr. Griffith shoots back with a mock scowl (having seen her scowl for real, I can tell the difference), “call me Ione. If you’re going to be on a first-name basis with my pussy, you ought to be on a first-name basis with me.”

I stand up. “Then, Ione, come here.”

Dr.—Ione looks stunned for a moment, then a wide grin breaks out across her face. “Well, well, well,” she murmurs. “You have the nerve to give a professor orders. This might be even better than I had hoped.” She stands up and comes around the desk to me. “What will you?” she asks.

I take a moment to look Ione up and down, blatantly undressing her with my eyes. She has a diamond-shaped face and incongruously warm brown eyes, and a moderate tan. She gives me a sultry smile and undoes another button on her blouse, letting me see more of her large tits. Her skirt flatters her narrow waist, full hips, and long, sleekly-muscled legs—she’s a tall woman, and she’s long-legged for her height.

Once I’ve gotten a good long look at Ione, I wrap my arms around her and pull her hard into me, one hand on her ass and the other in her short brown hair. I bend my head and claim her mouth with mine; when her lips part in response, I slip my tongue between them to seek hers out. She kisses me lustfully, demandingly, and starts grinding her pubic mound against my cock. I grope her ass, which is beautifully full and round and tight, and she hums into my mouth in pleasure.

Ione moans a little when I shift my hands to her tits, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. I moan when I feel her tits, which are huge. From the way she reacts, they’re clearly also quite sensitive; that may have something to do with the fact that her nipples are so big, I can feel them through her blouse and her bra. As I run my hands over them, squeezing her titflesh and thumbing her nipples through the satiny fabric, she grabs my ass with one hand and slides the other under my waistband to grab my aching cock. “Oooooh, nice,” she murmurs. “You’re really packing there, stud. I may need more from you than just your mouth.”

This excites me, and I start to unbutton her blouse, but she stops me. “I’ll let you at my boobs,” Ione says, “but first—would you be willing to help me live out a fantasy?”

“Sure, sexy,” I say; Ione flushes at that—in pleasure, I think. “What do you want from me?”