The Sinner

Chapter 6

AMY

My foot pressed down on the accelerator as I zoomed past cars on the way to school. My knuckles had turned white from holding the steering wheel too hard as I remembered how he had dismissed me.

“Our session has come to an end. You can meet the receptionist for a new appointment. See you around, Amy.”

Then again, like a promise. Like a story that ended with suspense.

The jerk.

I had never been so sexually frustrated in my life. How dare he tease me like that? I began to regret not leaving his office the instant I knew he was Pete Stones. There was no way that man would help me. Seeing him alone made me want to strip naked and f**k the hell out of him. And with the stunt he pulled today, it was only a matter of time before I actually slipped into insanity.

After the s*x I had in the restroom, I had dreamt about him twice. Now that he was here in front of me, I didn't expect that he would dismiss me like what we had was not magical.

I need to ease myself from this urge I’m feeling at the moment. I would not function well today if I did not liberate myself from this feeling I’m having at the moment. As soon as I parked my car in a spot, I stormed to my department and barged into the office of my statistics lecturer, the youngest professor in the department.

“Are you heading somewhere?” I asked when I saw the books stacked under his arm as he approached the door.

“I have a class...” he stopped short when he saw me lock the door and plunged the key into my cleavage. “What are you doing?”

I smiled wryly at him, proceeding into the office slowly as he took corresponding steps backward. “I want to play. I need you to f*ck me.”

He beamed. “As much as I would love to play with you, Amy, I need to get to class at this instant.”

I had him trapped on the wall between his desk and a shelf. I took the books from his grip and placed them on his desk.

“The class can wait,” I said, getting down on my knees.

Untucking his shirt, I licked his bare waistline, earning a moan from him. I unbuckled his belt and let his trousers pool around his feet, freeing his hard manhood.

I smiled up at him, biting my lips. “How do you intend to go to class like this, Professor Smith?”

He did not respond, only looked at me with hunger in his eyes. Kiss me, they seemed to say. And I obliged, running my lips on the length, without touching it.

“s**t, Amy. Quit teasing me,” he whined, lacing his fingers in my hair.

“You want me to f*ck you with my mouth so bad, right?” I asked, flicking my tongue on the pink cap of his c**k. He was nowhere as huge and solid as Pete, but well, I can manage.

He hissed, his grip on my hair tightening. “Yes. f**k yes.”

With a chaste kiss, I encircled my hands on his c**k and squeezed, guiding the length into my waiting mouth. When he was all in, I popped him out, repeating it three more times. Then I sucked, creating a steady pace as I bobbed my head, taking him in and out, licking, squeezing, kissing.

After some time, he held my head in place as he f*cked my mouth, his p***s hitting the back of my throat as I gagged and rolled my eyes back in pleasure. My fingers played with my clit through the nettings while the professor's rhythm only increased as he came closer and closer to the peak.

It was only a matter of minutes when I felt a hot liquid trickle down my throat as he slammed into my mouth one last time, cursing loudly. He opened his eyes, which were tightly shut before, and looked down at me.

“Damn, Amy,” he gushed as I rose.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” My voice was raspy.

He nodded happily.

Then I took his hand and put it into my cleavage. “Right now, you can take your keys if you wish.

I watched his irises darken, and in a split second, he had cleared his table and lifted me onto it. His mouth immediately found mine, and he was kissing me hungrily in no time. I moaned when he found my n*****s and pinched the hard nubs through my top.

Desperately wanting to feel his hands on me, I broke away from the kiss and discarded my top. The key kissed the floor in a resonating clang as my top joined it. Professor Smith helped me with my skirt until I was bare to him, save for the panty host and shoes.

Without wasting time, he laid my back on the table and pulled my butt to the edge. Spreading my legs, he tore open the crotch area of my netty panty host to expose my dripping p***y. I heard him tear open a condom pack and waited for him to roll it in place. My body pulsed with pleasure as soon as he penetrated, rolling his waist, so I got comfortable with his size.

“F*ck,” I yelped when he unceremoniously began drilling into me.

My moans had become loud garbles, and he had to cover my mouth with his hand. His pace did not slow down, and I almost screamed in delight. “Just like that.”

Soon enough, a cataclysmic orgasm rippled through me, and my body shuddered as it rode the waves. The professor slid out of me slowly, and we both smiled as we heard the loud 'pop'

“No one needs to know about this,” he said, while I nodded and watched him dress up and exit the office.

I lay on his table, totally spent but sexually satisfied.

Nothing ever beats good s*x, I thought, my mind wandering to the therapy session with ever-teasing therapist Pete Stones.