Anything for a 'B' (MF) (2 page)
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Authors: Francis Ashe
Tags: #erotica couple, #mf, #role reversal, #professor and student, #soft domination
Exactly as he was told, he pushed her legs
apart and moved aside the strip of fabric between them. Before he
thrust into her though, he had to taste her. He bent his neck and
ran his tongue between her lips in slow, languid movements. She had
not commanded this, but wasn’t about to stop him. He gently
inserted a finger into her wet mound and pressed it into her while
he focused his tongue on her hooded clit. He moved his finger in
slow, circular movements inside of her until she let out a throaty,
heavy groan. He knew she was ready, and withdrew his hand only an
instant before parting her lower lips again, this time with his
thick cock still wet from her mouth. “Now, Hendricks!” she
demanded, and he thrust deeply inside of her as she arched her back
to meet him. The hard muscle above his crotch massaged her clit as
he entered and withdrew from her in long, deep, hard strokes. As
she felt her pleasure mounting, her nipples stood hard against the
cotton of her shirt, and the two sources of pleasure were almost
too much. “Stop!” she commanded.
As he withdrew, she pushed him onto his back
and refused to let him move. Pinning his arms down at the shoulder,
she commanded him back in. He held himself straight while she
lowered onto his pole. As she adjusted her hips to let him all the
way in, she noticed that he was much deeper than he had been
before. Concerned, perhaps, with hurting her in his urgency, he had
held back an inch or two before. Now that she was in control, he
could do no such thing. She grunted loudly as she raised herself up
on him and then slammed down, filling herself with his rock hard
cock. The first two strokes were very, very deep and did hurt just
a bit, but she loved the feeling of him inside of her and did not
stop. She pressed down onto him and commanded him to rub her clit.
As his hand went to her, she reached behind herself and returned to
massaging his smooth, round balls one at a time. Harder and faster
they moved in time with one another, her pounding up and down on
his delicious cock, and he rubbing at her inflamed clit. She felt
her orgasm come on again, this time she knew it was going to be the
most intense she’d ever felt, and she didn’t try to stop it, or
him.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” the professor said
in between quickened breaths. “Don’t,” she commanded, “fill me up
with your come, fill me up!” As the muscles of his arms and his
neck tensed and she felt him explode within her, Jamie ground down
onto him as hard as she could, and moaned low at first, and then
began to gasp as her pussy gripped his cock and she erupted into
waves of pleasure so powerful that she shuddered and shook. As her
orgasm subsided, she withdrew his cock from her soaked sex and
stood up, slowly.
“Pull my pants back up, but keep yours off.”
She commanded. She watched as her juice glistened on his heavy
prick in the small slivers of sunlight coming through the office
window. He pushed the jeans back over her still-quivering knees,
and lifted her easily to slide them under her. He then zipped and
buttoned her pants and she sat up.
“What about your bra?” He asked. “No. Turn
around.”
If I can keep him from seeing my tits, I can do this at
least one more time – he won’t be able to resist.
“I will put
it back on myself. You can’t watch.” He turned, and she replaced
her bra. Jamie then allowed him to put his clothes back on as she
gathered her things to leave.
“Was that worth a ‘B’?” she asked. “Oh, I
think so.” Professor Hendricks replied. “Although, you might not do
as well on the final as you hope to, either.”
“That is really too bad. Maybe we can work
something out? I’d like to get as high a grade as possible, after
all.” She said. “For sure, we can. You have a great work ethic. I’m
sure things will work out just fine. And anyway, I have to see the
rest of that perfect body of yours.” He answered.
Jamie smiled and knew her plan had worked
perfectly. As she turned to leave, Professor Hendricks called after
her in his husky, deep voice. “Oh, one more thing – you still have
to call me Professor Hendricks in class.”
“Oh, I think we can work something out.”
Jamie said as she closed the door behind her.
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Ranch Hand Trilogy (3
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Bonus Material: Horse Breaker (M/f)
He didn’t talk much. Actually, he barely
talked at all. I’d spoken with the man so little that I wasn’t
really sure whether “Jackson” was his first name or his last name.
He answered to it though so that was good enough. Anyway, we were
on the last horse of the contract and then it was time to head back
to town. The way this all works is that someone will give the ranch
a few horses that are causing problems, and we – or well, Jackson –
breaks them, starts to train them, and when they’re ready, he gives
them back to the owner. He’s some kind of a legend in the field,
because people will bring horses from all over the country to him
for this treatment.
It was about half-past five if I had to
guess. He was just finishing up the last horse, and I was sitting
on a fence post watching him work his magic. He really was
something else; he’d let the horse run around for a few minutes,
then as soon as it relaxed he’d walk up to it, put his hand to the
thing’s nose and before you know it, he’d be saddling them. This
last one was giving him a lot of trouble though. He had tried his
normal tricks already but none of them seemed to do very much. This
big, red-brown stallion with a black stripe down his face was a
real bad customer. Jackson tried to rein him, tried just saddling
him, tried backing up to him, and tried feeding him. Nothing worked
at all. Or so I thought, anyway. It was all a put-on, turns
out.
“Frankie,” he called out in a stoic, calm
voice, “Come here a second.”
I wasn’t entirely sure I’d ever heard him say
my name. It was a little exciting, for some reason. His voice
matched his face and his body. He was sun-browned, taller than me
and nothing but lean muscle. He had a kind face, gentle smile lines
at the corners of his eyes, but he couldn’t have been more than
forty. Light colored eyes that reflected the sky and short hair
that were nearly always hidden under a cowboy hat topped him off.
He had that quiet, calm, self-assured manner that I just always
associated with “cowboy” in my mind. Right now, his shirt sleeves
were rolled up above his elbows, and as he strained against the
lasso he’d just tossed over this stallion, the muscles of his
forearms tightened and bulged with the effort. I’d never spent much
time looking at him before, but he was the whole package, I
realized, and here I was, halfway up a mountain with him.
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Anything for a ‘B’
By Francis Ashe
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Anything for a ‘B’
Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe
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