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Story: Blossoming Dahlia
“That’s right,” I replied. “They worship a deity, in this case the Catholic ‘God’, their spiritual figurehead is his ‘son’ Jesus Christ, and there are priests who go forth to preach their sermons,” I explained. “This week’s readings focus on the comparison of ancient and modern worship practices, and for the next class I would like everyone to be prepared to discuss them. Now have a great weekend.” I smiled. The sound of one hundred students all talking at once and packing up their bags was deafening, and I gathered up my things as they began to filter out through the auditorium doors.
“I have some thoughts on worshiping right now, if you have a moment, Professor.” A voice filtered over the din, and I smiled to myself, my pulse thrumming in my chest as I set my bag on my shoulder.
“My office hours don’t start for another thirty minutes, but I can squeeze you in,” I replied breezily, gesturing for him to follow. A few of my students smiled at me as I passed them in the hall, heading toward my office. It was nothing fancy—I was in the Arts faculty after all—but it was mine. I unlocked it quickly, vividly aware of the male presence at my back. Flicking on the lights, I let him inside before closing the door behind me.
“So, you have some thoughts?” I asked, and he prowled toward me, forcing me to back up until my thighs hit my desk.
“On worshiping goddesses,” he murmured, lifting me up so I was sitting on the edge of my desk, tugging my skirt up as he pressed between my thighs.
“Do tell,” I whispered, tilting my head as he cupped the back of my neck, his lips descending to my skin, pressing gentle, teasing kisses along my scar.
“I think the concept of prostration is interesting,” he murmured, his hands traveling up underneath my skirt. I hummed as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs before removing them completely. “The idea of showing your devotion by kneeling is... particularly enticing.” With a smirk, he stuck them in his back pocket, moving back between my thighs and lowering himself to his knees.
My breath caught in my throat as he tugged me forward, shifting my knees up and over his shoulders as he dove his head underneath my skirt. I fell back against my desk, stifling a whimper as his tongue dragged up my slit, lapping up the wetness that already began to pool between my thighs. “Asher,” I whimpered, bucking my hips as he teased my entrance, his fingers skimming up my inner thigh, forcing me to open further for him. Fingers replaced his tongue, dipping inside of me as his mouth moved toward my swollen clit, tracing lazy circles around it as sought out the little bundle of nerves inside of me.
I covered my mouth with my hand, biting back a cry as I writhed on my desk. Asher added a third finger, and the silence of my office was filled with the obscene sounds of him thrusting into my wet pussy. He latched onto my clit, his teeth dragging across it as I arched off of the desk, moaning desperately as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to pump his fingers, drawing out my release until I was a shaking mess. I smiled at him through half-closed eyes as he slipped out from underneath my skirt, his hair messy and his lips glistening with my arousal.I watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them off one by one, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Hurry up, professor, before you’re late for class.” I smiled as I sat up, grabbing his tie and tugging him up off the floor, crashing his mouth against mine. I was panting and desperate as I grabbed for his belt, undoing it with one hand as I cupped the bulge in his jeans with the other, making him groan against my lips. I got his pants open and shoved them down his hips, his boxers quickly following. He was already leaking for me, and I gave him a few teasing strokes, loving how he bucked into my hand.
“It’s fine, I’ll say I was at a staff meeting,” he murmured, lifting me off the desk and spinning me around in one fluid motion. I lowered my face to the wooden surface as he hiked up my skirt, groaning as he dragged the tip of his cock through the wet heat between my thighs, lubing himself up with my arousal. He shoved inside of me all at once, filling me up with one quick thrust. I bit my knuckles to muffle the sound as I moaned, arching up onto my tiptoes to get him deeper. “You truly are a goddess, little flower,” He moaned, pulling out and thrusting into me once more. “I can never get enough of worshiping your beautiful body.”
Heat and pressure threatened to overwhelm my senses as he began to thrust rough and hard, my hips pressing into the edge of the desk as he dug his fingers into my ass, which had finally filled out again thanks to months of proper meals. “Asher, I’m so close, oh god!” I whimpered, biting my lip as I started to clench around his length.
“Let go for me, little flower,” he groaned, and I did, my whole body tensing and spasming as my release washed over me. Asher’s thrusts stuttered as my pussy milked him of his own release, and I felt him spilling inside of me. He slowed histhrusts as the last of the aftershocks died down, leaving over me to kiss the back of my neck.
“You really are going to be late, you know,” I murmured, and he cursed and slid out of me, hastily pulling up his pants.
“They put me in a classroom across campus on purpose,” he grumbled as I stood up and helped him smooth down his eternally messy hair.
“Well, they don’t like the faculty to fraternize.” I smiled, and he rolled his eyes, buckling up his belt once more.
“Mhm well, then they can fire me,” he mused, brushing a kiss across my lips as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder.
“They could, you know, you’ve only been here three months. Now give me back my underwear,” I replied, and he grinned at me, a daring little twinkle in his eye.
“We can start job hunting tonight when we get home,” he teased, and I held out my hand for my panties. He skirted around me toward the door, shaking his head and grinning.
“They are mine now, Flower. If I have to spend the next five hours teaching Behavioural Analysis to undergrads, I will do so while I imagine my cum dripping down your legs under that skirt.” He winked at me as I gasped, flushing red as he slipped out the door.
I was sure the University would never fire him, not the FBI agent who’d caught a local serial killerandsaved a beloved staff member. Especially not after they had pulled so many strings to get him his own class, benefiting massively from the influx of students our combined fame brought in. I sat down at my desk, smiling to myself as I thought about how I would retrieve my panties tonight when we got back to our shared apartment.
Maybe I would do some worshiping on my knees as well.
“I have some thoughts on worshiping right now, if you have a moment, Professor.” A voice filtered over the din, and I smiled to myself, my pulse thrumming in my chest as I set my bag on my shoulder.
“My office hours don’t start for another thirty minutes, but I can squeeze you in,” I replied breezily, gesturing for him to follow. A few of my students smiled at me as I passed them in the hall, heading toward my office. It was nothing fancy—I was in the Arts faculty after all—but it was mine. I unlocked it quickly, vividly aware of the male presence at my back. Flicking on the lights, I let him inside before closing the door behind me.
“So, you have some thoughts?” I asked, and he prowled toward me, forcing me to back up until my thighs hit my desk.
“On worshiping goddesses,” he murmured, lifting me up so I was sitting on the edge of my desk, tugging my skirt up as he pressed between my thighs.
“Do tell,” I whispered, tilting my head as he cupped the back of my neck, his lips descending to my skin, pressing gentle, teasing kisses along my scar.
“I think the concept of prostration is interesting,” he murmured, his hands traveling up underneath my skirt. I hummed as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my legs before removing them completely. “The idea of showing your devotion by kneeling is... particularly enticing.” With a smirk, he stuck them in his back pocket, moving back between my thighs and lowering himself to his knees.
My breath caught in my throat as he tugged me forward, shifting my knees up and over his shoulders as he dove his head underneath my skirt. I fell back against my desk, stifling a whimper as his tongue dragged up my slit, lapping up the wetness that already began to pool between my thighs. “Asher,” I whimpered, bucking my hips as he teased my entrance, his fingers skimming up my inner thigh, forcing me to open further for him. Fingers replaced his tongue, dipping inside of me as his mouth moved toward my swollen clit, tracing lazy circles around it as sought out the little bundle of nerves inside of me.
I covered my mouth with my hand, biting back a cry as I writhed on my desk. Asher added a third finger, and the silence of my office was filled with the obscene sounds of him thrusting into my wet pussy. He latched onto my clit, his teeth dragging across it as I arched off of the desk, moaning desperately as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to pump his fingers, drawing out my release until I was a shaking mess. I smiled at him through half-closed eyes as he slipped out from underneath my skirt, his hair messy and his lips glistening with my arousal.I watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them off one by one, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Hurry up, professor, before you’re late for class.” I smiled as I sat up, grabbing his tie and tugging him up off the floor, crashing his mouth against mine. I was panting and desperate as I grabbed for his belt, undoing it with one hand as I cupped the bulge in his jeans with the other, making him groan against my lips. I got his pants open and shoved them down his hips, his boxers quickly following. He was already leaking for me, and I gave him a few teasing strokes, loving how he bucked into my hand.
“It’s fine, I’ll say I was at a staff meeting,” he murmured, lifting me off the desk and spinning me around in one fluid motion. I lowered my face to the wooden surface as he hiked up my skirt, groaning as he dragged the tip of his cock through the wet heat between my thighs, lubing himself up with my arousal. He shoved inside of me all at once, filling me up with one quick thrust. I bit my knuckles to muffle the sound as I moaned, arching up onto my tiptoes to get him deeper. “You truly are a goddess, little flower,” He moaned, pulling out and thrusting into me once more. “I can never get enough of worshiping your beautiful body.”
Heat and pressure threatened to overwhelm my senses as he began to thrust rough and hard, my hips pressing into the edge of the desk as he dug his fingers into my ass, which had finally filled out again thanks to months of proper meals. “Asher, I’m so close, oh god!” I whimpered, biting my lip as I started to clench around his length.
“Let go for me, little flower,” he groaned, and I did, my whole body tensing and spasming as my release washed over me. Asher’s thrusts stuttered as my pussy milked him of his own release, and I felt him spilling inside of me. He slowed histhrusts as the last of the aftershocks died down, leaving over me to kiss the back of my neck.
“You really are going to be late, you know,” I murmured, and he cursed and slid out of me, hastily pulling up his pants.
“They put me in a classroom across campus on purpose,” he grumbled as I stood up and helped him smooth down his eternally messy hair.
“Well, they don’t like the faculty to fraternize.” I smiled, and he rolled his eyes, buckling up his belt once more.
“Mhm well, then they can fire me,” he mused, brushing a kiss across my lips as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder.
“They could, you know, you’ve only been here three months. Now give me back my underwear,” I replied, and he grinned at me, a daring little twinkle in his eye.
“We can start job hunting tonight when we get home,” he teased, and I held out my hand for my panties. He skirted around me toward the door, shaking his head and grinning.
“They are mine now, Flower. If I have to spend the next five hours teaching Behavioural Analysis to undergrads, I will do so while I imagine my cum dripping down your legs under that skirt.” He winked at me as I gasped, flushing red as he slipped out the door.
I was sure the University would never fire him, not the FBI agent who’d caught a local serial killerandsaved a beloved staff member. Especially not after they had pulled so many strings to get him his own class, benefiting massively from the influx of students our combined fame brought in. I sat down at my desk, smiling to myself as I thought about how I would retrieve my panties tonight when we got back to our shared apartment.
Maybe I would do some worshiping on my knees as well.