Ashley

Ilook up as the door to the classroom opens and Professor Danvers walks in. A coffee in one hand and his leather bag in the other. It's been a week since I started working as his TA and kudos to him, Nathan has stuck to his previous statement of us never happening again. He hasn't looked at me or touched me inappropriately at all. Much to my dismay and utter frustration.

I've tried everything I can over the past week to get him to crack. We have spent a lot of time together. Grading papers to which I've always made sure to sit as close to him as possible. Grazing his hand, leaning over the table to grab a highlighter I really had no necessity for. I've even worn clothes that were the tightest fit I could muster.

I've made sexual innuendos, flirted, bent over his desk so my ass was high on show and the man still refuses to crack. Jesus, I've made sure my fucking tits were on show at one point, and nothing. But I still have time. I'm not one for giving up. When I want something, I always get it and I don't just want this man, I need him. I know what he's capable of and I'm willing to bet that a little push over the edge will clear things up.

Most of the time, if Mia is at cheer practice or in class and when I have a free period, I find myself laying on my bed, finger fucking myself while thinking about all of the nasty little things I'm going to do to him when I get the chance. Last week I fucked myself vigorously with the eight-inch dildo I have under my bed. Fucked myself raw and it still wasn't enough.

Nothing has been able to stop the burning need to have him stuffed inside of me again because the more he fucks me, the more he will want me and the more addicted he becomes, the more I have him right where I want him. I need to focus though, and not let things distract me from my end goal. I'm on a hiatus right now and soon enough, I'll eventually get what I came here for.

I always do. He's not the first man, and he definitely won't be the last. Complete the task at hand and be free to move on and continue with the next one on my bucket list.

I've been here since Seven AM.

The janitor Steve didn't take much convincing after I begged him to let me in early so I could get some of my paperwork done and prep for the class. Nathan, sorry, Professor Danvers emailed me over a list last night of things that I needed to get complete for him. Ready for his morning lesson. He explained in the thread, I would only need to complete the top three and the rest he would take care of.

However, I had a feeling that after finding out the particulars of my age, and pretty much having a stroke on the spot, he might not have the brain power to complete them. So, considering I barely sleep, I did.

"Miss Porter. You're early," he states. God this Miss Porter shit really is annoying. I plaster a smile on my face and stand, gathering the paperwork and meet him at his desk as he places his coffee in the middle.

"Couldn't sleep." I respond.

Because I couldn't stop thinking about your cock.

And my plans.

And everything else.

"Am I working you too hard?" he asks, and as I smirk, he realises his mistake.

"Not hard enough," I mumble, looking back down to my laptop.

"What was that?" he chuckles.

"I said… You're not working me nearly as hard as I want." I watch as the thoughts running through his mind contradict themselves over and over again as he stares into my eyes. Debating whether he should continue this barrage of sexual insinuations. I stand up from the small table in front of him and pace over.

"I did everything you asked of me on the email-"

"Shit!" he exclaims, dropping his satchel on the table and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What?"

"I left the fucking Pop Quiz on the kitchen counter."

"Oh, that's fine I-"

"It's not fine Ashley!" he snaps. I instantly close my mouth. "Nothing about this is fine! I worked all night on it and because of-" He meets my eyeline, his green eyes boring into mine as though he can see right through me.

I don't like it.

"I'm sorry," he sighs. "I shouldn't have shouted at you it's just-"

"It's fine. You seem pretty stressed." I round the desk and stand beside him. A little closer than necessary but I can't help it. My shoulder grazes his chest briefly and I feel him instantly stiffen beside me. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I turn to look at him. I want him to trust me. No, I need him to trust me.

Fuck, he smells incredible.

"No, I… uh, I'm fine." He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. A tight smile on his face. It's never been this hard for me to crack men before. Nathan, however, is a tough nut to crack and I know why.

The fucker is nervous. I bend forward, placing the pile of papers on his desk and start sifting through them.

"I took the liberty of completing everything on the list. Y'know to, uh, make today easier. Just in case." I turn my face to him as he watches me in silence. His hand pressed to the table, a hairs width away from mine. I shouldn't want him; I have a plan and I need to stick to it. That's when I feel it. His thumb slowly grazing across my pinky finger.

"You did all this last night?" It's like he can't quite believe I managed to do it.

"As I said, I haven't, uh… I haven't been able to sleep."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout," he whispers. The tone of his voice making my chest pound. His warm breath coating my skin so sinfully. I suck in a breath as he curls his hand around my wrist, gently tugging me to him and my shoulder hits the centre of his chest.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

This is all it took.

Doing some extra fucking paperwork for the asshole.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" Demanding I answer him.

"I uh," I look up at him through my long lashes.

"Use your words, love," he breathes the last word. So softly I could barely hear it, but I know it was there. "Tell me the truth as to why you haven't slept."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I answer. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," I respond, with a hint of sweetness as I bite my lip.

"Hmm." The small acknowledgement burns into me, and I can't bring myself to look up at him. Turning my palm, he presses my hand to his rock-hard erection. Just as big as I remember. I fake a shudder the moment his lips connect with my ear as he inhales deeply, his nose pressed to my hair. "Would it be inappropriate of me to tell you how I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either?"

"Very," I breathe, my eyes fluttering shut. I need this. I've finally got him. His words screaming out in my brain. I turn my head towards him. It's seven-thirty and soon the rest of the student body will be cramming through the university doors like rats. So right now, I have to do everything I can to make sure this is over with as quick as possible. Mainly because my goal doesn't involve half the student body walking in on us like this. It needs to start as a secret and stay that way.

"I've been trying my fucking hardest to stop jumping over my desk every fucking lesson and fucking you raw in front of the other students."

There we go.

"Pushing you to your knees and choking you with my cock. Last night, I fucked my fist to the memory of you on your knees begging me for it." My eyes shoot open, and I look into his. Yet where his eyes were once an emerald, green, they're now pitch black. I shudder. The excitement for what's to come, crawling up my spine.

"Tell me what you want to do to me Nathan." I look at him dead in the eyes. Challenging him. Mainly to see if he's all talk now or if this is going to be the start of everything I need.

"I'm going to fuck you, Ashley, over this desk. Do you understand?" He takes hold of my jaw in his warm hand, squeezing slightly. Heat blooms beneath my skin at his admittance, and the tiny hairs on my arms stand at attention.

"But it's seven-thirty. The class will be full soon." I act so well I almost convince myself.

"Stay right where you are," he winks. Stepping behind me and pressing his palm to my lower back. "Place both palms on the table for me, love. Spread the papers out in case anyone walks past the side door, that way it will look like you're reading through work for me."

I do exactly as he says, taking both my hands and spreading the printouts over the desk, then place my palms flat on the wooden desk. The anticipation of his touch is torturous. My mind contradicting my heart and sexual desire. Pressing his groin against my arse he leans forward.

Slightly, running his fingers up my bare thighs. He sends shockwaves through my body. Right to the core of my being. Sliding his fingers agonisingly slow between my thighs, he raises them higher and higher until he gets close to the sweet spot. The moment they reach where he needs to be, he curves his fingers into the back of my thong, pulling it down.

"Fuck," I hiss, fisting the paper under my hands.

"You're fucking soaked," he chuckles from behind me as he runs a finger between my wet slit. "Have you been waiting for my touch?"

"Yes," I respond and it's barely even a murmur. "You said this could never happen again." As soon as the words sail out in to the open, I feel him smack my pussy hard. Shoving a single thick digit deep inside me to the knuckle.

"Oh god," I cry out. Reaching back, desperately to touch him any way I can.

"Hands on the fucking table, Ashley. I won't tell you for a third time," he grinds out. My palm slaps against the wood and he begins to laugh. Instantly his finger vacates the space inside me, and I whimper at the loss.

"Nathan. Please," I drop my head. "I'm begging you. Please fuck me." I remember the look on his face the moment I started to beg him for everything I wanted that night.

The silence is deafening and the moment I'm about to turn around, I yelp as he pushes his cock inside me, stretching me open in one single, hard thrust. His hand wraps round my mouth and nose.

"Quiet, love." I nod profusely and he releases my face. "Jesus." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Christ." He growls each word with an unrelenting thrust as his thighs slap against mine. "So fucking tight," he growls again. "Look at you taking every inch of me so fucking well."

"Don't stop," I beg, leaning down onto my forearms. Palms still flat on the shiny mahogany surface. "Fuck, you're stretching me out."

My nipples strained against the cotton fabric of my white crop top. With every thrust he assaults on my cunt, they rub against the wood at a delicious angle. I stifle a cry as he shoves a finger in my asshole and I automatically push back because even though it burns, fuck me the sensation of him inside both of my holes makes me drip with desire.

"Gooood girl. Think you can take more?" My eyes flash to my watch and there's ten minutes left.

Ten minutes before hundreds of students flood this place and see me bent over his desk with a finger up my arse and his dick in my cunt. "Has anyone ever fucked your arse before, Ashley?"

The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth as he continues to fuck me like I mean nothing to him. The way his cock feels sliding in and out of my walls as I Kegel each time he pulls out. Sucking him right back into me.

"N-no," I stutter. Again, more lies. The sound of him spitting onto the place where his finger pierces me, does nothing but make the butterflies in my chest and the wet sounds coming from my cunt work in unison to create the most electric sound. "Yes!" My asshole instantly welcoming a second finger with a deep groan bellowing from his chest as it echoes to the back of the classroom.

"Fuck!" I spit.

"Relax, love. Breathe through the pain and I promise you it will feel so good. Once you're used to three of my fingers, I'm going to shove my cock so deep in your arse you'll feel me for weeks."

"Please, please, please," I beg, I know this is what he likes. What gets him off.

"Please what, Ashley?" He stills and I instantly groan. "Ask me for what you want."

"I need you so bad," I cry out. "Fuck me hard."

"And?" The stillness of his is driving me utterly wild. I try to back up slightly for a tiny amount of friction but when I do, both hands wrap round my throat as he pulls me back at the most impossible angle.

Although my bent fucking spine causes a shoot of pain, I need it. I need the pain. I want to feel something.

"Fuck me like a whore. Hurt me." He smiles down at me, forcing me back down to the table not giving two fucks now if anyone can see us. His aggressive thrusting becomes harsher now, his grunts replacing mine in the room and my eyes begin to flutter closed.

The musical stylings of both our depraved tones dancing together as they bounce off the walls. His free hand slides up my back and into my hair, twisting and knotting itself in there as he uses it to pull me back. Meeting him with every single thrust and the pressure inside me is building exponentially.

I don't know how much longer of this I'll be able to take before I come all over him. Every now and then he smacks my ass so hard it takes me by surprise, and I clench automatically. My cunt is soaking and the wet sounds coming from behind me with each thrust he fucks me up with, is a testament to just what this man does to me.

The fact he's my professor makes this even better. The fact I knew he wouldn't last long before he shoved his fat cock inside me again fills me with delicious delight. But I didn't expect him to crack over paperwork. I have him right where I want him and if I wasn't being railroaded right now, I'd laugh.

This man has absolutely no idea what's in store for him and I fucking live and breathe off it. I can feel myself tightening around him. His cock driving into me without remorse. A loud slap on my ass brings me back to the moment.

"I said don't fucking come." Pulling out of me he grabs the nape of my neck, facing me against the chair. Lifting the latch on the underside of the chair he raises it to its full height and pushes it against the table. "Kneel on it and poke your arse out." I comply with his command. "Keep your fucking mouth shut." As he instantly slams inside of me again and my cry is muffled by his palm cupping my mouth.

Each word he breathes to me, is punctuated with a heavy groan. His body covering me from behind, he spanks me. The tingle of each slap against my ass releases a painful kind of pleasure that I never expected to enjoy. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Fuuuck!" I gripe. The aggression becoming more and more harsh as he pounds into me. I try my hardest to move a little further away from him but it's no use.

He holds me there and rains down the most deliciously painful assault that I've ever experienced in my life. I need to separate this feeling and remember that I'm here for a reason that doesn't involve this. I need to focus on that and make sure this doesn't turn into something it doesn't need to be. He pulls out of me, causing me to wince at the loss of him inside me. Nathan grabs my forearm and drags me roughly to the floor. Placing me on my knees as he looks down at me with a disgusting grin on his face.

"Open your whore mouth," he demands, slapping me clean across the face, the sting ringing within my ears, and I can't help the grin that forms. I open my mouth as wide as it will go.

"Be a good girl and poke out your tongue for me." Almost dislocating my jaw in the process. I widen it as far as it will go and seductively flatten my tongue as I press it out. He fists the top of my hair, fucking his fist a few times before an animalistic groan leaves his mouth and warm cum coats my tongue. Crouching down, he grips the nape of my neck, closing my mouth for me.

"Fucking swallow it." Yanking my hair at the back so my neck, my throat bobs as I swallow every bit of his seed. The warm, thick liquid flowing down the back of my throat in quick succession. I open my mouth and poke my tongue out for a second time, just to prove to him that I did what he asked.

"That's my girl." Pushing me away from him, he stands up tucking himself back into his black trousers while I readjust my clothes and thong. Pulling the compact mirror from my purse and checking my face and hair.

Jesus, I look freshly fucked.

"You'll see me after class, Ashley," he whispers as the first students begin to enter the class. Far too busy to look up from their mundane conversations.

"Yes, Sir." The moment the words leave my lips he immediately looks at me with what seems to be pride. Too bad he doesn't hear the thoughts running though my head right now.

I saw him after class, and he made me come so hard I nearly blacked out. Considering I didn't come before the students came into class, he made sure that this time was all about me and I must say, I came three times. Who'd have thought I'd be down for a little degradation and orgasm denial. I have things I need to do while I'm here, I can't afford to get distracted, and he is just that.

It didn't take very long for him to have me squirting all over his desk. However, it's precisely why I'm bounding through the schoolyard to make it to Mia's cheerleading session and also where I will try out for the team. I don't want to, but it's the only way I'm going to get to where I need to be. To seem normal to the others. This really isn't my fucking scene.

At all. She asked me to try out for the team after I showed her a few of my gymnastic competitions where I won first place. Mia thought it would be a great idea for me to join, to get me socialising more. I don't need to fucking socialise. I hate people at the best of times, and I really don't care for much anymore. Yet, here I am, running across the field like a woman possessed. I've had no time to shower or change. I'm just running across the courtyard to the football field with his cum fucking dribbling down my leg and the thought alone causes me to burst out laughing.

This was not on my bingo card for 2023.

Considering he just broke all the rules possible as a teacher, I don't care, it's still not enough. He's professionally fucked up my pussy though that's for sure. I run through the chain fence, ramming it with my shoulder as I pass.

"I'm here!" I shout, waving my hand as I make my way over to Mia and the group of girls that she's standing with that all resemble the flock of seagulls from Finding Nemo. They turn to face me simultaneously as they say ‘Mine.' Ok, well they don't exactly say that, but they might as well have. I'm fucking sweating in this heat. Mia screams as she runs over to me, pulling me into a tight hug, then jumping back in humorous disgust.

"Eww, sweaty."

"I know. I'm so sorry I'm late." I drop my backpack by the bleachers, dragging the cycle shorts from the zip and pulling them on. "I had to run some errands before I came here."

Lie.

Crouching down, I take a seat and rest my feet on the bench in front of me. "I was kept late after class with Professor Danvers. He needed specific pages scanned over to students for class tomorrow."

Another lie.

"It's fine you can-"

"It's not fine." I look up and into the eyes of a redhead as she glares down at me. Her lip curled up as though I'm a piece of shit on her perfectly white Stellarlyte Kaepa's. "I expect you to be on time to my try-outs." She looks me up and down. Oh, I see. This is the bitch I'm going to be having constant issues with.

"We were late starting because you were late, and we then proceeded to wait around for you to finally show up. Lateness won't be tolerated here." She narrows her eyes at me and sniggers.

"Of course, I'm sorry," Mia nods. God, this girl is sickeningly sweet for her own good.

But it's not my place to step in.

"If you're going to look like that every time you show up for practice, don't bother coming."

I'm sorry. Is this bitch serious.

"Excuse me?" I stand up, tightly grasping the spandex shorts.

"Ashley..." Mia holds my wrist.

"Mia, it's not fine. She's talking to you like shit."

"Don't show up if you can show out," the redhead chuckles in my face.

"Mia, I will break her fucking nose if you don't tell fire crotch to watch her mouth." I smirk as I see Mia's eyes widen from beside me. I take a step forward and square my shoulders. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me because I… Am not the one."

"There are plenty of girls who want this spot, Ashley," she rolls her eyes. "I've seen your skills and they're sloppy at best. With some training and some control, you could be great. A second to Mia," she shrugs. There's absolutely no conviction in her words. She's saying this because she wants to win. And to win competitions, you need to have the best team put together.

"What a backhanded compliment," I huff.

"Ginger, please, it's my fault." Mia takes the blame for nothing. I'm not taking this shit from her. I'll find another way. Bending down I grab my backpack and place it over one shoulder.

"Ashley." Mia grabs my wrist, looking up at me with pleading eyes and God, fucking damn it I'm a sucker for begging. "Please?"

"You have five minutes to make your decision, Ashley. After that, get the fuck off my field." Fire crotch spins on her heel, her ginger hair almost hitting me in the face as she does. The things I fucking do for you, Maisy. I curse myself.

"She's trying out, Ginger. Just… give us a sec," Mia smiles, pulling me a little from the group. "Ashley, please. This would be so much fun for you, for us."

"Mia," pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. "I swear to god if this fucks up my classes or-"

Mia jumps up and down smiling. "It won't I promise." She begins clapping furiously. The excitement seeping out of her pores as she finally stops jumping. The moment I pull on my cycle shorts, she grabs the hem of my skirt and yanks it down while I pull my top over my head.

"Let's go eat after," I wink at her. "You're buying," I point. Mainly because I know this is going to be gruelling and I just can't be fucking assed.

I don't even make it a few steps as all the football players bound onto the pitch for practice.

"Who's the new girl, Mia?" One of them calls.

"Nobody that's interested in you, Marcus. Trust me," Mia calls back over her shoulder.

"Don't have to be interested in someone to fuck them," he calls.

"Are all the guys here like this?" I don't look at Mia when I ask the question. I watch Marcus walk backwards with a smug look on his face. A look that screams out to the world ‘I'm a total cocksucker.'

"He does it to all the girls unfortunately." Mia stands next to me crossing her arms. "Just ignore him."

"No." Maybe teaching him a little lesson will help him make better decisions in the future. "No, I don't want to." The humour that weaves through his voice makes my throat fill with lava. I swing round on my heel with the perfect idea springing to mind. I pace over to him in the sexiest way I can muster up. Swaying my hips from side to side. I ignore as the one aptly called Ginger calls my name.

However, the best part of selective hearing is that, if I want to ignore people who talk to me, I can. It's like asshole day at the park and I've been waiting for someone to piss me off.

"Marcus, right?" I know men like him, and they love easy women. I glide my eyes down the entire length of his body, taking in every single aspect of his frame. Sizing him up specifically to see if what I want to do, can be done. The moment my eyeline meets his dick, I grin. Looking up at him I bite my lip.

"See something you like?" he chuckles.

"Actually, I do." I step closer to him, pressing both palms to his chest as he watches me like a hawk. "Always remember to wear your groin guard," I whisper seductively. Why are football players so cocky?

"Speak a little louder I can't-" I don't give him a second to finish before I raise my knee between his legs, crying out as he hits the deck. Crouching down to his level, I watch as he rolls in pain, both hands cupped between his legs, crying out like a little bitch.

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth, and we had to repopulate the world!" All the other players burst out laughing as I walk backwards, lifting both my hands and flipping him off. Turning back to the rest of the cheer team, I notice they're all holding their stomachs and laughing hysterically.

All except the captain. This is a means to a perfect ending. Mia is the only one standing there with her mouth agape. If she's not careful she'll end up catching flies. Walking over to Mia, I place my hand gently under her chin and push up, closing her mouth as she stares at me. Throwing a quick wink her way, I turn to face the team and paint my face with the perfect smile. Again.

"I'm ready when you are," I announce. Making my way to the front of the line as all the girls take their places. Still laughing under their breath as Ginger begins to shout orders.