Burning Passion Chapter 144

“Professor? Why are you here so late?” the Dean demanded in his cultured English voice.

I heard the deep murmur of Professor Calix’s voice. “I have tons of work to get through. I decided to pull an all-nighter.”

“Hmm. And you’re... all alone in here?”

There was a shrug in Calix’s voice. “My TA is still out on her maternity leave. Who else would possibly work so late with me?”

Gawd the man sounded so calm and collected no one would believe he had been drilling my pussy just seconds ago!

“Hmm,” the Dean repeated. I could almost sense him looking around the office.

“Something wrong Sir?” Calix demanded.

“Hmmmm,” the Dean murmured noncommittally and I thought distractedly too.

“Is there something you want because if there isn’t, I would like to get back to my work. Sir,” Calix added. He sounded irritated at this point.

“I’m gonna be straight with you Calix, I got a report that some girl was seen stealing into your office over an hour ago. I just wanted to be sure whatever girl she is isn’t a student,” he said.

I caught the thin veneer of anger in the Dean’s voice even as my heart clutched in my throat. A report?

Those three fucking bitches had sent me on an impossible dare and ratted me out to the Dean! I could not believe it! This was outside the bounds of all decency! How could they do that to me? Anger swelled in me as I wildly began to look for a way out of the restroom.

There was a window but it was high and barred. Oh no; if the Dean ever bothered to look in here, I was dead! Dead as death! Deader than a doornail! The deadest of them all!

“Well I see there’s no one here. Um, you wouldn’t mind if I took a leak in your restroom would you Prof?” I heard the Dean say as he marched towards the door.

Instinctively, I locked it from within and held my breath, waiting. I heard him rattle the door and then rattle it some more.

“It doesn’t open.”

“No I imagine it doesn’t,” Professor Calix said silkily.

“Especially since I already filled out a request for maintenance to come take a look. It’s been jammed for a week!”

Silence.

“But since you’re hell bent on a shakedown at 2am and searching every inch of my office, then be my guest Dean. I’ll let you handle the door while I get back to work!”

I heard the unmistakable whoosh of air as Professor Calix obviously sank onto his seat. A beat of silence ensued and then the Dean said slowly, “I’m sorry my friend, if I have offended you.”

“There’s no ‘if’ about it. You have,” Calix cut in roughly.

“I sincerely apologize. I was merely acting based on the information I had.” “Your information was very wrong,” Calix said baldly. “Besides I thought you had known me long enough to know I would never involve myself with a student. Why would you believe such a flimsy report? Have you ever heard such a thing about me? I wouldn’t be surprised if that report came from some gaggle of mischievous students who wanted to ensure you were out of your office long enough for them to carry out some mischief in your office!”

Calix was on such a credible tirade I couldn’t believe my ears. Anyone would feel like a heel for doubting him.

Evidently the Dean wasn’t any different. He apologized profusely and began to leave. Suddenly he stopped, “Professor? There's purple stuff under your desk. It looks like... a dildo?”

Shit! I was in trouble, I knew instinctively. Without waiting to hear more, I climbed the toilet seat and pulled myself up to the window level.

The iron bars were liftable and the window opened out. I lifted the bars and pushed open the window frame before slowly easing myself over the window and hanging on the pipes. The professor’s office was three floors up which meant it was quite a drop. No way was I dropping down and killing myself over some sex night gone bad.

I used my leg to kick the window shut.

I heard the crash as the bathroom door was obviously kicked in and then I heard the shocked silence.

“I cannot believe this!” Professor Calix roared, beside himself. I slowly eased myself down the pipe and then to the second floor. I had already slid my feet into my converse so I closed my eyes and let myself drop two floors down to the ground. I landed safely and rolled to hide behind the shrubs. “Have you found ten girls in the bathroom then?”

I could hear Professor Calix still yelling and screaming blue murder upstairs. I didn’t hear the Dean anymore. He was obviously shame-faced with regret.

Several minutes later, I saw the Dean stalk out the doors, cursing under his breath and muttering about anonymous ‘tips’. He started his car and drove off.

Shakily, I rose to my feet and stared after him just as a hard pair of hands clamped around my arm.

I gasped in fright and stared up into the golden eyes of Professor Calix. His eyes were hot and hungry as he yanked up my dress and ripped my panties in two. He was suddenly acting like a cave animal, I thought

feeling a spurt of fright and a whole lot of excitement.

“That was seriously hot. Those moves you pulled? So hot! I haven’t been this excited in years,” he groaned as he leaned me against the brush and began to plow into my pussy right there in front of the main building in school.

“Someone could see us!” I half-gasped, half-moaned.

“I don’t care! I don’t care!” he grunted as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

This was wildly exciting! No one had ever made love to me like this!

My hips began to undulate with pleasure, matching the urgency of his thrusts as he shoved into me. Without warning, one large masculine palm slapped my ass and I moaned in pleasure and pain as he continued to ram into me. He was fucking me to the hilt, stretching my tight pussy with his big, fat dick.

I loved the sensation of being so completely filled with his dick. I groaned, moaning as he loved me again and again.

His large hands grabbed my huge breasts from behind and he squeezed them as he pounded into me. I groaned, helpless as he made wild love to me.

Then he suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me around. I knelt in front of him and immediately opened my mouth as he began to pound my mouth. He held my head with both hands and thrust repeatedly into my mouth. My breasts bounced and jiggled with each motion.

Calix threw back his head, his lips forming a groaning sound as he finally began to jerk and cum. His sperm began to fill my mouth as he came and then he finally pulled roughly out of my mouth and held his dick as he poured his sperm onto my face covering my lips, my nose and my forehead and cheeks.

I gasped, the force of his orgasm shocking as he poured the warm sperm all over my face. He groaned as the last of his sperm poured out of him and I finally opened my mouth and licked the tip.

I pulled back and then smiled up at him.

“You are one daring young lady,” he told me. He was grinning as he said the words.

I smiled back as I pulled away. My face was covered in his thick, oozing sperm. I held his gaze as I slowly licked my lips.

He groaned, “You’re the devil.”

I grinned. “Tell me about it. Listen I have to clean up,” I said.

I adjusted my dress pulling it back into place to cover my bare buttocks and adjusted my bra to cover my engorged breasts. My panties were completely ruined, I thought looking over at where the torn pieces lay in the grass.

I would send them to the Dean as a souvenir, I decided as I leaned over and picked them up. That should teach him a lesson for being so nosy and self- righteous.

The fraud! I had caught him checking out a female student’s butt two weeks ago and now here he was inspecting toilets to catch me out! Oblivious to my thoughts, Professor Calix nodded and turned and led the way upstairs to his office. I strode in, and saw my dildo lying on the desk haphazardly.

I picked up the little darling with the reverence it deserved; it had saved me on many horny occasions. I tucked it into my little purse and turned to traipse into the bathroom.

“You’re very hot,” Professor Calix whispered, pulling me back against himself and stroking a gentle hand down one of my butt cheeks.

I squirmed out of his grasp and turned to face him. “This was one time Professor. Don’t think I am interested in making love with you again.”

He studied me. “Is that so?”

I nodded fiercely.

His gaze dropped meaningfully to where my breasts were thrusting against the soft fabric of my ankara dress with the nipples standing out in stark relief.

Then he gave me a telling look and laughed. I glared at him and turned around and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me for good measure.

The man was so sure of himself, I thought wrathfully. Then my face wreathed in a smile of satisfaction as I remembered what an amazing lover he was.

He had reason to be proud of himself, I thought with a sigh replete with satisfaction. He made love like a pro.

I turned on the tap and rinsed off my face a little. My pussy was sticky and wet from all the fucking and sucking. I started to rinse it off and then I suddenly remembered that my roommate Lily Bass still had one more night of sucking to do.

I returned the toilet paper untouched to its position on the shelf.

Lily needed to be taught a lesson. She had made me go masturbate on a lecturer’s desk and had set the Dean on me to get me in trouble. I had no doubt she was the ‘anonymous student’ who had ratted me out to the Dean.

I was going to make her pay; oh would she pay!

I was going to teach her that no one tangled with Diane Macpherson and came out on top. Lily Bass didn’t know it yet but tonight, she was going to suck my pussy until she fainted and I wasn’t even going to wash off first. I’d make her suck I and Professor Calix’s juices from my pussy... that should teach her.

As I strode from the toilet, a small secretive smile played about my lips as I imagined all the naughty ways I was going to make my roommate pay. She was good with her lips, and that had to count for something right?

STORY 27-THE PORN ARTIST