Tease master Emma starts a new job at a new England college, where Professor Peterson teaches, and it all begins!
b]Emma and Professor Peterson
Chapter 1. Professor Peterson[/b]
I teach at one of those fancy New England small colleges. It is a good gig, with enough money, nice scenery, no heavy lifting, etc. But, frankly, it has been a little lonely since my wife ran off with the Athletic Director. I’ll be honest, I love ogling the young female students, and I am a fan of the “less is more” trend in women’s clothing. But, you have to be careful with the students because you will get in big trouble when a student files an action against you because she reconsidered her life choices after leaving your office with a mouthful of your jizz. I’ve seen more than a couple of lives ruined over an ill-considered blowjob.
So, it is frustrating, as I get older every year and my students are always 18-22. I even find myself checking out their moms on parents’ weekend. But I have thrown myself into my work, and between some good porn, an overactive imagination, and copious amounts of self-love, I have managed to keep my baser instincts, if not in check, at least to myself. Of course, it’s not everything I wanted, but things could be much, much worse.
Then Emma arrived on campus. She was hired as a junior person in the Advancement Department, the office that hits up alumni and foundations for donations. I met her because I was chairing the faculty liaison committee on fundraising. We helped out with alumni calls, and I often accompanied the college president when he visited big donors, looking for them to build a new dorm or football field or whatever. I sat in on the department’s monthly staff meetings, and it was there that Emma introduced herself to me. I don’t remember what she said to me. I’m pretty sure I said nothing. All I remember from that first encounter was a fantastic smile and the softest hands I’d ever touched. Others noticed my reaction, and I heard some not-so-stifled giggles.
It is hard to describe just how stunning Emma is. Petite, snow-white skin, luscious lips, obviously works out, muscular legs, firm young tits, a rocking ass I cannot see enough of, a beautiful smile, and I’m guessing fantastic abs. And I am probably leaving something out. Oh, yes, blonde hair, blue eyes. I didn’t notice her eyes at first because I was checking out the cleavage showing between those heavenly tits. How she missed her calling as a supermodel, I will never know.
So, all that restraint I was talking about a minute ago? All that desire held in check? That satisfaction with my sexless life? Yep. Gone. When I was around Emma, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When I was in my office, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, imagining all the ways I wanted to make her my personal fucktoy. Thinking of her could give me such a massive boner, and I just couldn’t go teach a class with such distended pants. I took to jerking off before class every day, shooting a thick load across my desk (I didn’t always clean up well, and once I saw a female student in office hours set her problem set in a small puddle of my cum. I don’t know if she figured out what it was).
I don’t know if Emma knew then what she was doing to me, but it seemed to me she started tormenting me. Sometimes she sat next to me at the conference table. Her leg would bump mine, but she would leave it touching my thigh. I doubt she felt the electric shock I felt when she did this. She started wearing spandex pants on meeting days, being sure to bend over to retrieve something when she knew I was looking. Her ass in those tight pants made me crazy. One day in summer, she wore a spaghetti top with no bra. When she leaned over the table to tell me something, I got to see her magnificent tits. I almost came in my pants. When the meeting was over, I was walking across campus with Emma, trying to make small talk. Looking to give a compliment,
“Emma, you really look beautiful today. I just love your outfit.” Emma stopped, turned to face me, and looked straight at the bulge in my crotch.
“Yes, I can tell. You need to buy looser pants before you hurt something.” I was mortified; I wanted to vaporize right then. But Emma was just Emma. She locked my gaze with those ridiculously blue eyes, flashed her radiant smile, and winked at me. Then, she pecked me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “You know, a stiff cock like that is the nicest compliment you could give me.” Then, she spun around and strutted off, smiling back over her shoulder to make sure I was watching her ass move.
Of course, I was…
So that is how the next few months went. I saw Emma at the Department meetings, but also around campus. A couple of times, she stopped by my office when she happened to be in the building. But aside from teasing me with glimpses of her tits and ass, we were just colleagues—one of us, a very horny and frustrated colleague. I knew an older nerd professor like me would never have a chance with a woman like Emma, but one thing was very clear to me.
I wanted to fuck Emma. I mean, really fuck Emma. Every hole, between her tits, cum on her face, everything you can imagine, and probably a few things that you can’t. I knew it would never happen. But it was the best fantasy ever.
In the spring, the college has the alumni drive, where alums gather in groups around the country and college staff try to talk them out of some money. As committee chair, I was expected to participate, and it was good to go to some civilized areas. We worked in pairs, a faculty committee member and an advancement staff member. I was pretty good at it, but I heard in staff meetings that Emma was breaking every fundraising rookie record in the state. And why not? Hell, I’d have written her a check if she would just smile at me.
In the next staff meeting, the VP was giving out assignments. I was given Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco. I got the plum cities due to seniority. I had done my time in Wichita and Indianapolis. But what came next was unexpected.
“Emma, this is your first alumni drive,” the Dean said, “and you are our top junior staffer. So I want you going to the cities where the money is, but I want you to go with someone experienced like Alejandro here,” he finished, pointing at me. Emma smiled and thanked the Dean for his confidence. She turned to me,
“You’ll help me prepare, right Alejandro?”
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” We were in a meeting, for God’s sake.
“Be careful what you offer. I can occupy a lot of your time.” Pretty much my entire blood supply was now in my cock. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.
“Oh, I am used to enthusiastic youth. We’re good.” Everyone chuckled, and the meeting broke up. As I headed down the hall, I heard Emma call after me.
“Get lots of sleep! This is going to be intense!” Fucking tease, I thought to myself as I went through the building exit. But I knew that if I didn’t get out of these pants, stroke my cock, and drop this load pretty quickly, my balls were going to fucking explode.
We were to leave in a week.
Chapter 2. Emma
After graduating from a prominent college in Boston, I interviewed for many positions, including working for consulting firms in New York, Boston, and Chicago. My friend told me that those are burnout jobs, you are up or out, and you have to work 16 to 20 hour days. That wasn’t for me as I like to party and have a life, not just work.
When I was in college, because of my physical attractiveness, I always got higher grades than other girls in my class, even when the quality of my submissions are similar. Men and women always turned heads when I passed through their vicinity, which always made me feel confident, almost borderline narcissist. I used that to my advantage. For some reason, all the boys, girls, professors, personnel didn’t even have to be manipulated. They were volunteering to make my life easy, give high grades, accommodate anything I need. So life always has been good to me.
I always got stopped by men on the streets, who told me that they are talent scouts and are looking for the next supermodel, and I am that person. My dad warned me that those are predators trying to get into my pants, which is highly likely, so I always brushed them off. Maybe they were really representing Prada or something. I will never know, but what I know is that you don’t last long in that supermodel gig, and all the rich guys are trying to make you their mistress.
I talked to my dad, and he said it is better to be the big fish in a small pond, so I accepted the job offer from the small private college in New England in a fundraiser role. They were shocked how such a stunning woman with a top ivy league degree applied to their school. So I made up some grand vision that I always wanted to help small communities rather than being in an international company dealing with billions. They were happy to hear that and gave me a good salary plus bonus package, which I believe allows me to make even more than those my friends in Big 5, because so far, everyone was basically handing me whatever I want, almost getting hypnotized by me, and this fundraising gig will be no different, I thought.
On a nice warm summer day, I stepped into the beautiful campus of New England University. Theresa, the HR manager, met me, and we went over the paperwork. Then, she said the university president wants to meet me, and we headed to his office.
“Hi, Henry,” Theresa said to the president, “This is Emma, our new fundraiser!”
Henry was frozen, like a deer seeing a headlight, looking at me. He couldn’t speak for 5 seconds. I could tell he was struck by my well-formed boobs, accentuated by the belt I put on my flower-printed pink summer dress. This was a regular occurrence for me, so I waited until he comes back to earth from his fantasyland of whatever he was thinking of doing with me.
“Henry?” said Theresa, trying to wake him up from his trance.
“Yes, yes, hi Theresa, Hi Emma, welcome to New England University!” replied Henry.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. President!” I said, extending my hand.
He held my hand with both hands and said, “We are so lucky to have you here, Emma! I heard excellent things about you!” still holding my hands more than necessary.
I cupped my other hand on his hand, now we were both handshaking with both hands, which looked like a ritualistic handshake, and I said, “I heard excellent things about you too, Mr. President! That is why I chose to work with you!” as I lock my big blue eyes into his eyes.
He seemed to be charmed by my eyes, I was feeling he was almost going to have a heart attack, and faint because all his blood was now in his cock, pushing his pants, which was visible to me from my peripheral vision, as I still lock my eyes into his.
“Call me Henry, Emma!” Henry said. “We are not that formal around here!”
“Sure, Henry!” I replied as I try to pry away my hands from his hands.
“Ehem!” Theresa said, looking at Henry with a stern look, “We just stopped by to say hello and have a quick introduction, Henry. We have several more colleagues to visit, we can talk about details of your fundraising in another meeting.”
I knew that drill. Theresa tried to avoid any harassment situation and probably planned to speak with Henry later, so he would have behaved next time to avoid any misunderstanding and sexual harassment lawsuit.
We stepped out of President’s office. Theresa did some damage control. “President was star struck by your charm Emma, I hope you don’t misunderstand. He is a good person.”
“Don’t worry, Theresa,” I replied, “he is not the first guy who went speechless at first sight” I laughed as we stepped out of the building, heading to VP’s office, where I will work as part of his team.
“Hi, Kirk!” Theresa said, “Emma started today, and you met with her on the Zoom interview before, I believe, right?”
“Hi Theresa,” Kirk replied, “thanks for guiding Emma’s first day!”, he then turned to me, “Welcome to the team Emma!” he said, with a big smile, and added, “I must tell you that you look stunning in real life, which is hard to tell on a blurry video call!”
“Ehem,” Theresa interjected, with her body language and stern facial expression reminding Kirk that he is now exceeding his boundaries in the “me too” environment and what was considered a compliment several years ago may now be considered harassment. “Yes, we completed her paperwork, and let’s take her to her office,” she added.
They gave me a nice office, right across from the VPs room, and both offices had glass walls facing the hallway; in a way, I would see the VP, and he would see me as we sit at our desks. I smiled, thinking he wanted to have an eye treatment watching me all day long, and who knows what he will do under the desk. I knew he will not get much done when I am at my desk, sitting across from him.
“You gave me a nice office, and it is across from Kirk’s office, so we can collaborate better. Nice thinking!” I said.
Kirk was happy with my reasoning for my office placement. “Yes, that’s what we thought!” he said, with a voice tone as if he just discovered something, and of course, he had a boner too, as we spoke.
I put my bag on the desk, but there was no laptop around. “where is my computer?” I asked, and I leaned down with my ass up and my head under the table, “I can’t see any desktop or laptop around here.”
“Let me see,” Kirk said, coming behind the desk. I raised my head up, looking at him, my boobs without a bra showing from the top of my single-piece summer dress. He froze like he was struck by lightning, mumbled something that I couldn’t understand.
“I will call the IT guy George and have him take care of it, don’t worry, Emma, and I apologize. This should already have been taken care of,” Theresa said.
Moments later, a long-bearded George the IT guy showed up with a laptop, monitor, keyboard on a rolling cart. When he entered the room, I was looking out the window, talking with Theresa, and Kirk was back in his office.
“Where do you want me to set this up?” George asked. I turned around, but nothing happened to George, no shock. He must be interested in men, not women, I thought.
“Here is good”, I said, pointing to the corner of the table. George plugged everything in, set up my emails, showed me how things work, and left.
While George was setting up my computer, Kirk and Theresa were in Kirk’s office across, and they came to my office when they saw him gone.
“All set?” Kirk asked, “Yep,” I answered, making a thumbs-up gesture.
“We have a staff meeting today, and I would like to introduce you to the rest of the staff,” Kirk said.
We walked into a big conference room, with maybe 50 people sitting in chairs around a huge desk and chairs across the walls.
Henry was at the head of the table, Kirk and I sat next to him.
They introduced me to the staff. I thanked everyone for having me as part of the team and talked about my background and fundraising success in college as part of a foundation that feeds the hungry in Africa. I felt a warm welcome from all staff, which felt good.
There was one faculty, professor Alejandro Peterson, who seemed to be most dumbstruck by me. After the staff meeting, everyone came to me, shook hands, welcoming me, but Alejandro shook my hands but talk gibberish no one could understand because of his excitement. People around us were amused by this.
I have a soft spot for shy guys, and as a matter of fact, I like fucking them, so I decided to play with Alejandro, built his excitement, and make a grand finale fuck at the crescendo point.
Moreover, a guy named Alejandro always makes a good lover, Lady Gaga said, and I believe her.
After that, I always sat next to Alejandro, touch my legs to his, and amused myself as the poor guy turned red and have a boner under the table.
As I explained things, I leaned over to him, showing my cleavage, which was almost making him pass out right there and there.
When we talk or walk together, I was slightly touching his arm and hand accidentally as I explain something as if I was trying to make a point, which of course, ended up in more boners.
One day he complimented me. I pointed out his boner and said, “this is the best compliment you can give to me,” and gave him a pecking kiss. I thought he was going to die right then and there.
In the next staff meeting, Alejandro and I were assigned to a fundraising drive in Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco, which made me happy because I was getting closer to achieve my mission of making Alejandro my fuckboy.
As I was toying with Alejandro for the past couple of months, getting him excited, making him think I am a proper church girl, marriage material, hard to get, I was on bumble picking guys and fucking their brains out.
I even ran into some students from the school, and if they were over 21, I used them to the maximum extent.
I always had someone in my house eating my pussy, giving me foot massages, back rubs. I didn’t let them fuck me. I told them they have to earn it.
This let me get my daily narcissistic supply; flowers, compliments, foot worship, pussy worship, massages, gifts. I had hundreds of messages from social media sites, Tinder, Bumble, and a place called xnxx, where the kinkiest people like me hang out.
When I ran into someone who really connects with me and good looking, I let them fuck me, gently or rough, depending on my mood that day.
I always liked men and women, and lots of girls were into me as well. They wanted to be seen with me, talk with me, and some wanted to sleep with me. So I always had my pick with in my pool of girlfriends and invited the girls I like to my place, making love for hours.
While I was getting all my holes filled and all my body crevices fondled by girls and boys, poor Alejandro was dreaming about me, having boners, but his time was about to come.
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