SWK101

The class, SWK101, met three times a week.  I had chosen social work as a starting point for immediately out of spiritual drug treatment and bible college, a burning desire to help others, however naïve or predictable, overshadowed my thought.

I felt a social stigma at first though, about women and simple interaction with them, like they were forbidden fruit, somewhat of a turnaround, but I always had been rather shy.

Interaction, as it were, was more up close and personal; I mean I could put a face with the voice, but to be kept them at arms-length lest my shame be found out.

I was twenty-eight so that put me ten plus years older than most of the class. The professor, Ms. Rachel Hayes, was little bit slutty in her dress and manner since the first day I laid eyes upon her.

At least, that was the message she plainly transmitted to me by the look in her eye, and furtive glance at my cock as I came into the room on her first day.

I know she gave, me the once over, and my ego told me she did it on purpose, just for me. Try as I would, I could only barely refrain my thoughts. My cock stayed hard as I intently watched and listened to her as she did give me more than a scholastic notice.

I form an opinion about women quickly and with ease; a woman’s dress, attitude, and demeanor from the look in her eye to her sense of humor will tell what she needs and, equally important, what wants.

Her dark hair blended well with black, leather, mini-skirt that fit snug around her ass, with dark tanned brown legs and no hose and I figured no panties either, but it could’ve been a thong. (Thongs were ok, but to me they withheld the dirty, desirability and lasciviousness of a woman without panties, because she was saying, even if you couldn’t hear, fuck me.) While her pedicure finished my first impression with brightly polished red toes highlighted the black slingback pumps as she made her way around the class.

God, she smelled like my memory of sex: so alluring, so dirty, so delicious. It had been so long since I smelled the fragrant sex of a woman it overwhelmed me with desire and for a few seconds just captured my mind. In those seconds, I pushed her back on the desk and hiked up the skirt that tight little pussy curtain and watched her grimace and smile, her legs are spread awaiting my entry, I shove it in hard and deep and I watch her expression, I love to watch a woman’s pleasure.

Yes, she was sexy and appealing, I was torn.  My old hedonistic nature was still intact, a little warped perhaps, but still on track and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her and to lick her wet, wanton, pussy. 

But, like a good Christian, I pushed my desire down letting it smolder and burn within, like every good Christian does with such temptation.

***

Class started slow, and the conversation shifted from something about women in the workforce, to a diatribe by this good looking blonde with ultra-curly hair, named Cecillia with a tight ass, and full firm tits.

Her nipples were hard all the time and, she seemed to like that, as she wore no brassiere, they shown like headlights barely being contained by an ice blue, cotton chemise that hinted at a tanned waist, slim and brown. 

She said, “I just think it’s sad that we must be subjected to the stares, and comments from most men who look at us like we are pieces of meat, and I mean professors as well as students” she looked around for support from her squad, but none came, she continued.

“About the time we get something going regarding our freedom, education, or choices, you know our future, men come along, and try to beat us down, saying ‘you can’t dress this way or excel at that activity either.’

They look at us like we are pieces of meat with nothing to contribute.  They want to tell us what to do, when to talk, and how to dress, and I’m just about sick of it. I’m going to dress like I want and say what I please they don’t own me,” she looked around the class for friends of like mind almost like awaiting applause.

She went on like she was in speech class, not intro to social work. The other young women were listening and getting upset too, as the blonde seemed to be instilling them with a certain confidence and allegiance to her insurgence.

I turned from my seat at the front of the class, I always sat in the front row, and with no chagrin volunteered rather gruffly.

“Well, the way you dress invites such an opinion and makes you look like that’s what you want,” her jaw dropped, it took her a minute to see it was me talking.

You seem to pander to and seek men to look at your bodies with lust just like you presuppose. I mean it looks to me like that’s what you want to happen, it’s almost like you are still in high-school, and you should just grow up.” 

They were all watching now so I finished with, “It’s almost like you want someone to rape you, or at least say something indecent to you, so you can get upset and blame them for your misunderstood life.” I said in an uninterested, somewhat chauvinistic tone.

That just took them all by surprise and they all bared their spirits, outrage, and fangs while they tried to get at my throat with a cacophony of insults.

“So what?  Are you saying that you would like to rape me?” she questioned above the din, with mock indifference.

“No, that’s not what I said, I told you that how you dress prompts men to feel that way.

“This really isn’t even a legitimate discussion; rape is not about sex it’s about power and control.  Yea, I’d fuck you but I wouldn’t rape you, although it sounds like you need a good romp, anyway!”

The Ms. Hayes raised her voice, “Ok, now, that’s enough’ she said, fanning her palms to the ground to lower tension.  “Let’s keep this civil,” looking directly at Cecellia, who sat down. Ms. Hayes regained control of the class, and changed the conversations direction, the remainder passed uneventful. But Goldie locks was upset.

***

 After class, I felt some remorse though, as I considered what had happened, for telling the truth in such a forward manner, I mean. I always give my opinion hard and fast, but the remnants of what I’d learned in three plus years in religious rehab and bible college gave me pause thinking how my rash words must have come across.

I got some lunch.

About 3pm, I ventured to Pebble Hall, the university’s social work building, and on the second floor I found Ms. Hayes office with the door slightly agar. I stuck my head in and smiled, on the phone, she motioned me to come and sit in a chair cattycornered to her desk, and slightly behind her. 

Musky, vanilla incense and a flicker of candle light filled the compact office and blended well with her fragrance. The Persian rug beneath suited her bare feet, they captivated my attention immediately. A woman’s feet are an erogenous zone and can bring ultimate pleasure to an informed provocateur, hell, just looking at them made my cock hard and stirred my imagination and anticipation.

As she watched me watching her, she smiled listening to her caller, and twirled a lock of hair around her forefinger. Her legs were crossed at the ankle revealing tanned legs, a pedicure, and sexy luscious, glossy, cherry red polish on symmetrical toes that I hadn’t seen for a very long time.  I could tell she loved the attention, and having them admired.

I wondered if she shaved or how she trimmed her pussy; I thought about her shaving her legs and pussy and if she was a vocal lover, the questions flooded my mind….

After finishing on the phone, she turned, not looking at conversation, she turned to face me, and the woman’s allure struck me all at once.

From the natural candle light, which provided her a radiant, incandescent, glow; to the incense and soft jazz music, and bookcase filled with Faulkner, Joyce, and Kesey, among other texts on sociology, I felt seduced already. She was sexy, intelligent, well-spoken, and acted like she hadn’t been fucked in very long time. 

“Well, hi there, Ms. Hayes, I said smiling. Glad I found you, wasn’t sure where your office may be. I paused, but since we are talking about offices, raising my arms, including the entire room, I love your space, it’s so fitting.”

She smiled seductively, and said, “Well thank you, Jacob, she smiled again, call me Rachel, please; she licked her lips.  I’ve been her almost a year now, and I like to be comfortable,” biting her lip, she smiled seductively.

Well, I stopped by to clarify and about this morning, you know in class, and tell you what I want to do about it,” I stated rather ostentatiously.

She smiled, held up her finger once again, rose and closed the door, then after taking her seat, continued,

“You were saying, about this morning.”

“Yes, well, I’m sure you remember what I said, that those girls, especially that blonde that dressed like she wanted to, how shall I say it, get raped.”

“Okay,” she thought for a second, and then looked away at a bookcase, “I remember, now what do you want to do?”

“Well,” I said, I want to apologize to the class, but especially to the blonde, because that was just out of line and I feel bad about it,” (actually, I feared some sort of administrative repercussions, so I wanted to quell that possibility.)

She looked at me and paused, thinking, then saying “Jacob, I think I understand how you feel, but I wouldn’t worry that much about the class, those girls, or especially that blonde, so many young girls respond like that these days.

 “In fact,” she said, as she took hold of my hand, “I thought it was quite fitting what you said and between you and me,” she squeezed my hand and smiling said, “I wish I could have said it,” she let her hand linger an instant longer than necessary.

“I see what you mean and I understand, but those type girls, especially, the young, hot ones, have probably already forgotten this morning. Don’t let it concern you.”

“Do you like to read,” she asked demurely.

“Why, yes. Yes, I love to read.”

She got up and went to the bookcase to our left, and stood on a step stool was stretching for a book, “I think I have a book that may enjoy.” 

I stood up to offer help and watched her ass as she climbed up.  Then after looking back at me, “she lost her footing” and dropped the book.

Nothing was wasted on the drama of the misstep, she turned stretched her arms wide and clamped them around my waist, and pulled me in tight to her; we stood face to face for a split second as I inhaled the fragrance of her body, she pulled us together and not hesitating pushed her wet, horny tongue into my mouth, grabbing for and finally clutched my hardened cockmeat through the faded, blue, denim.

“God, that feels, great; I love that hard cock,” she whispered with relish, like we were old lovers.

She opening the white blouse and her tits with hardened nipples, she dropped to her knees on the beautiful Persian rug.

I was in shock but not regretting the sudden turn of events’

She feverously unsnapped my jeans while looking up at me and smiled, saying, “I’ve never really done this kind of thing before,” her face and lips were flushed and wet.

I believed what she said and it made me feel good, too.

“I need you cock now and I want you to fuck me,” her passion was overwhelming, and I loved it.

She pulled down my denim shorts, I had no underwear on, and her eyes lit up and smiling, wet her lips, putting her right hand on my dick, and with her left hand parted her skirt explored her wet fuck hole, and the sounds she made were animal. 

She looked up again and smiled, a knowing expression on her face; I want you to fuck me, as the cum just oozed out of her cunt and on her fingers.

I really felt like I was in a dream.

She hungrily attacked my love stick, first licking its length up one side and down the other getting it wet so she could get it into her mouth. 

She tried but couldn’t take the width even after she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate its girth.  She came again and on to the floor with garbled words that made room for my cock in her mouth.

It felt incredible, and, as I leaned back, to give us more room, I shoved as much as she could get inside her wet, hungry mouth.  Then she whispered, “I want you to fuck me, fuck me like your whore.  I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” just as quickly she again buried my cock in her throat.

After that I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her. “Suck my cock then you little whore,” I said under baited breath, “suck it and I’ll fuck you good,” not sure how she would respond, I put it on thick. She sucked more passionately trying to get it all inside her greedy, horny mouth.

I place her firm, round, ass on the desk.  She smiled an impish grin, and licked her lips.  Her legs are warm, tanned, and strong, I looked at her feet which were magnificent and watched her toes curling and stretching as she latched her wrists under her ankles and pulled her feet up for me to inspect.  I sucked and licked her beautiful tanned feet, running my tongue up her arch and I sucked her big toe. Then, dropping my head down, I drug my tongue over her hot, dripping, gash licking and sucking her cum. 

She had her eyes open, and then I deliberately, raised my mouth from her dripping pussy, immediately she started cumming and her beautiful pussy squirted more love juice over my face.

I stood hooking my forearms under her knees and pulled her ass back towards me as she lies on the desk a passive and awaiting direction. I pressed down on her limber legs and looked at her shaved, wet, and quivering cunt. “Hold your pussy open, I demanded, she urgently responded and looked down at my manhood, as it disappeared inside her, closing her eyes as if in a dream and under her breath,

“Oh, God, give me that beautiful cock.

A knock at the door, slowed me momentarily, startling us both, but she shook her head at me and mouthed the words no, no, no, and then nodding yes, yes, yes just as desperately urging me to keep fucking her. Three more knocks then trying the door moved on down the hall.  She never slowed and kept gyrating her hips and pulling me into her.

At that moment, I turned her over with her left knee on the desk and I moved her right leg, fully extending it to the edge of the desk and raised her ass with those beautiful toes so perfect in their element, sexy and unadorned flexing, stretching, and contorting. 

She squealed, scraping what was on the desk aside, so both of hands were clutching the back of the desktop near the window and her feet were spread on the front preparing for what was cumming.

Two fingers of my right hand were working her G-spot, in deep and then pulling back slowly dragging them over the upper back of that beautiful wet pussy and sending spasms of pleasure into her senses.  She was beautiful to watch.

Then I drug the big head of my hard cock up and down her slit with abandon, and to her glee as I shoved that dick in and slowly pulled it out till the round bulbous head was exposed.  I looked and saw her staring between her legs as I fucked her and she said make me want it, she growled, fuck me like it’s yours, so I did.

I fucked her till she creampied and came all over the desktop and begged me to give it to her. I was close so I closed my eyes and banged that pussy like I was nineteen.

Just as I was ready to explode, I turned her around to face me, I stroked my hard dick and shot two or three huge streams of jism onto her face, tits, and hair then I slipped it back into the safety of her pussy; pausing, I caught my breath.

I was spent and suddenly, in a hurry, to get out of there, as the urgency of where I was hit me, and she moved with no restraint.  It was like we had just finished a job and now it was time to go.

So, as she pulled down her skirt, and wiped her face, I pulled up my shorts, it turned for the door, and I smiled at the turnaround. 

Then you said “Jacob,” I turned, as she bent down and picked up the book you wanted me to read, and handed it to me, saying “I think you’ll like it,” and she delicately kissed me. 

After I got out of the office and started down the hall, I looked at the title, “Nine and a Half Weeks.”

  I paused and thought about the book, I smiled at the irony, but felt better about my double life.

The End