Professor's Dark Desire

How I loathe these formal functions. They’re nothing but a chance for desperate academics to fawn over the wealthy.

As I open the door and step through into the vaulted gallery beyond I am hit by a wave of noise that the heavy oak doors had protected me from.

Sycophantic laughter wafts through the air and it’s almost painful to hear. I see some of my most lauded colleagues and how they perform for their would-be patrons.

“Pathetic.”

Courting funding is always something to be expected, especially at an institution such as this. With a reputation that is second to none, everyone must sing for their supper.

I have done it often enough, but you can do it and maintain some sense of self respect. Though desperation can erode that quickly.

I see one of my colleagues who waves at me, evidently hoping I’d join them and relieve their solitude but I had no desire for banal conversation.

Being forced to attend was one thing, but I don’t have to make things worse for myself. I smile and wave back and use a passing waiter to dip into the throng of people.

The smell of the musty rooms mixes with the range of perfumes and colognes that seem to grace everyone here and create a mixture that I know will bring on a headache quickly enough.

A shrill laugh assaults my ears and as I turn to look, I see the head of the classics department engaging two people I know all too well.

Their daughter is a student of mine, though I feel it is more accurate to say she attended my classes. Saying she was a student implied she’d learned anything at all under.

From turning up late, to handing in work late-if at all- and her contributions in seminars don’t even qualify as surface level.

Her parents are such fans of my work, so they’ve happily provided generous funding that no doubt the head of classics was trying to poach.

As I watch them, I can feel the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. I know exactly who I’ll see as I turn around.

I meet her gaze where she stands off by one of the sizable stained glass windows.

It’s no surprise she’s here given her parents are, though I had momentarily hoped she’d skip this in favour of…

Literally anything else.

Her eyes linger on me in the way they have all term.

The gown she’s wearing may as well be painted on as it moves with her, and the luxurious fabric is such a deep black it seems to absorb the light around it.

Her smile is feline as she slowly turns her back to me, so I can see it is entirely backless.

The room suddenly feels oppressively warm, thick and cloying with people and pressure. I can’t stand it.

I’ve got to get out of here.

I rush through the heavy side door, and step out into the brisk night air, seeking anywhere I can be that isn’t here..

I spot the glasshouse across the lawn and quickly make my way toward it, hoping that the thick cover of the abundant foliage will help me gather myself in peace.

The first garden through is jungle plants, and the humidity is as thick and oppressive as the university gala. I keep walking, heading for the quieter more peaceful arrangement of–

“You ran off so quickly.”

I jump, unprepared for any intrusion, much less the voice of the very woman I am trying to avoid.

“I’ve never been a fan of these events.”

I almost ask why she followed me, but I know why.

No is not a word she is familiar with, and I think I may be the only one who has ever used it with her. It’s led to a… fixation… for her. She is fascinated with me in a way I cannot understand, with a tenacity I cannot shake.

“I don’t know, there’s often some fun to be had at events like this. It always amuses me to see how desperate someone is to speak with my parents.”

Her tone is neutral, but her gaze is anything but. A hungry gleam sparkles in her pretty eyes as she takes me in without any regard for appropriate etiquette.

Part of me wonders if she wants to kill me, but part of me wonders if it’s something more… physical that she wants.

“Yes, well funding can be quite the constraint.”

“True, but you’ll never have to worry about that. They love your work, obviously.”

She cocks her head and I can feel myself being studied as one long fingernail reaches out to trail over the large frond of a nearby palm.

“ It’s beautiful, isn’t it? But so warm. I don’t care for the heat, maybe that’s why I’ve never been in here before…”

She reaches higher, stretching for the next swaying branch in a way that makes her clearly braless breasts sway too.

It’s nearly impossible to look away from, which I feel may be the point.

“Then what brought you here tonight?”

“I could ask you the same, you scurried off so quickly.”

I don’t scurry anywhere, but from the way she watches me I discern the word has been carefully chosen.

“I found there was little to hold my attention.”

“Oh?”

“My funding is secure, why else would I need to attend? I showed my face, my work is done.”

“It doesn’t have to be all work.”

She takes a step towards me but her eyes remain locked on mine.

“While they might be decorated to feel like indulgence, these events are for work, nothing more.”

“Well then you should find something to do to make it enjoyable, like me.”

“Like you?”

“Yes, it’s what I do… I find something enjoyable about all the things that are required of me, a way to...

have fun, so it’s less of a chore.”

She smiles innocently at me but I have no doubt that her explanation is little more than smoke and mirrors.

She looks around now, seeming to notice for the first time that it is just the two of us in here.

“It’s so odd that it’s just us in here.”

“Not really, it’s after hours so there’s no reason for anyone else to be here. The gardeners will return in the morning.”

Her head snaps back to look at me, grinning wickedly. WIth a growing dread, I fear I have just confirmed something for her.

“It is so warm in here, it’s almost hard to breath.”

She wasn’t saying that to me, it was as if she was announcing it in case there was anyone else around. Just in case.

Before I process that she’s moved, the zip of her dress being undone echoes through the cavernous space.

I don’t know if it’s the tight fit or the sticky humidity that holds her dress up, but I can’t look away as it clings to her plush body, and she has to practically peel it away before letting it drop to her feet.

“Oh!”

She tries to step out of it but stumbles and falls forward, I reach out and catch her by her shoulders.

“Fuck, you need to be careful.”

It was just a simple thing to say to a woman who had just deliberately stripped naked before me, but at least I can say it was an honest reaction.

Unfortunately as she uses my hips to steady herself and stand, she runs her hands across my pants and finds another honest reaction.

“Well, well… what’s this?”

“Oh, um… I’m sorry, it’s–”

“Oh, don’t be like that. This is much more interesting than your lectures.”

“Not that you pay attention to those.”

The quip is a reaction, and probably not what I should be reacting to since her hand continues to trail over my rapidly hardening cock.

“Maybe, but I can pay attention now.”

Her pretty mouth is curved into a smug smile as I struggle to compose myself, and she looks victorious.

A victory in a game I have been desperately trying not to play.

“From here you can see all the lights of the gallery.”

I turn my head slightly and can see she is right, but I don’t want to risk taking my eyes off of her as I feel her hand start to stroke my cock through my pants.

“We can see them, but they can’t see us.”

She raises herself up on her tip toes before me and her lips are so teasingly close to mine.

“They’d be oblivious to whatever was going on over here.”

She flashes me a wicked grin as she looks up into my eyes. I am fighting with every fibre of my being but I can feel her hand tugging the zip of my pants now.

She knows what she’s doing, she is so certain she’ll get the response she wants.

And when it aligns so perfectly with what I need right now, why should I deny either of us?

I pick her up and take her a few steps to the wall that borders the path, setting her delicately on her feet so I can bend her over.

“Oh.”

I hold her in place with a firm grip on her shoulder as I use the other to tease her pussy.

External fingering/teasing begins

“Oh fuck.”

She turns her head to look back at me and there’s that grin. Her dark eyes filled with want, and knowing she’s going to get what she wants.

I pull my hand back and unbuckle my belt, lowering my pants so I can pull out my cock.

“Yes, I want it.”

In the distance I can hear the party going on just across the courtyard, but somehow it sounds further away than it had done before.

I press the head of my cock against her pussy, using my hand to pull her back as I tilt my hips into her.

“Oh, oh fuck.”

“Yes, mmm, fuck.”

Her pussy feels incredible as my cock fills her. I move slowly back and forth as I hold her in place.

“I want more.”

She can want whatever crosses her mind, but she’ll wait for it until I’m ready.

“So good, Yes, take me.”

The stillness around us heightens everything somehow, makes every movement feel greater, and amplifies the illusion of isolation within the glasshouse.

“You’ve wanted my cock all term.”

“I have.”

I slowly start to build the rhythm, enjoying every moment and each feeling her pussy provides.

“Yes, please fuck me.”

Ah, her elusive manners make an appearance… now’s as good a time as any.

She is practically bouncing off my hips with each thrust, using her own hands against the wall to steady herself.

“You’re so desperate for me that you followed me out here… so greedy.”

“I know what I want, and I get what I want.”

I move my hand from her shoulder to her hair, wrapping it around my fist and pulling back on it.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes.”

“Take my cock, just like that.”

“I’ll take all of it, just don’t stop.”

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Mmm, I know.”

The arrogance as she says it, I can’t believe it, but I can’t deny her words.

The party continues behind us but I don’t care. Should anyone walk in they’d likely see us both instantly, but no one will be coming out here. I hope.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me like that, harder.”

I can feel myself getting close, I can feel my orgasm building quickly as I continue to fuck her relentlessly.

“Yes, give it to me, I want it.”

“Oh, oh fuck.”

“Cum, cum for me.”

My body reacts to her command immediately, and it snatches my breath from my lungs.

“Fuck.”

“I told you I get what I want.”

I pause for a moment before responding, more to catch my breath than anything else.

“So do I.”

I grab her again and spin her around, quickly picking her up and perching her on the edge of the glasshouse wall. I move between her splayed thighs, my fingers already teasing between her slick, swollen vulva.

External fingering begins, brief

I pull away and kneel between her legs, parting her thighs with my hands as I run my tongue around her clit.

“Oh fuck.”

As I suck on her clit I carefully slide two fingers inside her and her hips twitch in delight.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmm, yes it fucking does.”

“You taste so good.”

I look up at her, the way her chest heaves, each movement of her body making her glisten in the moonlight. Her head thrown back, each moan pulled from her by every long suck and lick at her clit.

“Your mouth feels fucking perfect.”

I smile against her, hands squeezing tight on her slick thighs.

We’re both desperate, and I can feel the sweat beading on my skin, soaking through my shirt from the enthusiastic exertion of devouring her like this in the humid glasshouse.

“I want you to cum.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m going to get what I want.”

“Mhm, yes, fuck.”

I can feel how she’s getting close and I’m not holding back.

She’s been playing this game but I’m in charge now and…

Well I’m going to get what I want, and I want her to cum and I want her thinking about it days from now.

“Fuck, I, I’m getting close, so close.”

“You’re going to cum for me, you’re going to cum with my head between your legs.”

“Oh fuck fuck fuck.”

“Oh yes, yes, that’s it. Come for me.”

I hold her hips tightly as their movement starts to slow and I can feel her body relax.

“That was, that was amazing.”

I stand slowly, keeping my hands on her hips to steady her.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to get you.”

“Perhaps if you turned up to classes more often it would have happened sooner.”

“Well, there was only one thing that interested me there.”

“That wasn’t exactly a secret.”

“My parents always thought you were so talented.

I can see why.”

“They have different expectations to you.”

“Be honest though, mine are a lot more fun.”

I watch as she picks up her dress and slings it over her shoulder.

“Perhaps I’ll need to stop by during office hours.”

“Perhaps you’ll actually have a paper to discuss.”

“We can all hope.”

She turns her back, and I watch her walk away.

I’m not sure if I’m impressed or horrified that she hadn’t dressed herself first.

As the door closes I find that I don’t really care either way.