Campus King

There had been something attractive about Gregory Rasputin from the moment Patricia had met him. On the first day of school, when the students moved in, Patricia hadn’t taken much notice of them. Her husband had gotten a job as a dorm director at a local community college. It was a small school, and while the pay wasn’t phenomenal, it was a good steppingstone for him to work up from, and they offered him an in-dormitory apartment large enough for the two of them to live in.

Patricia often avoided students where she could. She didn’t like the noise they brought and wanted to be pretend like it was a normal apartment building. In truth, she had never been much of a party girl, always preferring to have quiet evenings in her own dorm room when she was in college. She and her husband had gotten along in that way.

Gregory had stood out to her, though. Where other students were easy to ignore, baby-faced and laughing, Gregory had an air of maturity about him. He carried himself with a pronounced swagger, and she would have considered it pretending if she didn’t feel a stirring in her loins at the sight of him.

Now, he growled behind her, peeling her wet panties down her thick, womanly thighs. Then, seizing her by her meaty backside, he lined up and plunged into her with one hard, deep thrust that went deeper than her husband ever could. She seized around him, shaking and biting back a moan that would have announced her climax. Her wet, feminine vice held tight around him, preventing him from moving as she recovered. Gregory stopped at her cervix and held there quietly, seemingly in awe of his own prowess.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Patricia had seen Gregory around the dormitory for months now, passing him inside or outside, coming and going. She was immediately attracted to how tall he was. Her husband, Joseph, was tall but stood only about to Gregory’s shoulders. She was also impressed by how solid he was. Though she had not seen him shirtless, it was not hard for her to imagine him hard-bodied and sculpted. Judging by his arms, at least, she would have been right.

He had a smug, smoldering charm to him. His hair was dark and curly, always looking slightly greased back. His cheeks had a youthful rosiness to them, and his lips were full and always formed into a hungry sneer. He had a wide jaw and constant five-o-clock shadow, and whenever she passed him, she smelled like work.

Gregory, meanwhile, had appreciated Patricia, too. Right now, he stared down at her pale, round bubble butt as it squished against him. She had her back to him, her long, dark hair draped over one shoulder with her head down. She was panting, leaned over a kitchen counter with a grocery bag in one hand and a box of cereal on the floor. Leaning over her, Gregory encircled his big, muscular arms around her quaking frame and found her hanging breasts. He cupped them and squeezed them roughly as he growled into her ear, “Fuck. A woman like you is wasted on Josh.”

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