Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One (4 page)

‘So, is that your preferred position:
compromised?’

‘Right now I like this position.’ His
breathing was shallow and I guessed he was doing his best not to
climax too quickly.

‘I am sure you do.’ I cupped his balls in my
hand and squeezed lightly ‘do you like it when I touch you?’

‘Yes, I do’ his voice was almost a
whisper.

I turned around and bent over, sticking my
ass in his direction and wiggled it around a little.

‘Please’ lust filled his voice ‘free me, so
I can do you?’

‘That would be too easy! I want you to know
how it feels.’ I turned to face him.

‘How? What? Feels?’ His words were
punctuated by moans of pleasure.

‘I want you to know how it feels to have no
control over the pleasure you receive.’

I wanted him to know how it felt to be so
turned on by another. I wanted him to know how humiliating it felt
to be brought to the edge of ecstasy. I wanted him to know what it
had been like for me the night before.

Kneeling, I placed my body between his
thighs. Gently lifting his cock, I grabbed my breasts and trapped
his manhood between them. I could feel him reaching full erection
as I pushed my nipples tightly against each other, so his hardness
was almost fully encircled by breasts. Moving up and down, I kept
my breasts firmly clasped around him. Then without warning I
released him.

‘No! Please!’ He was so close. That fine
line between pleasure and disappointment. He almost knew how it
felt!

‘What if I do this?’ Lowering my head, I
stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his now solid penis
from its base to the head. His sharp intake of breath indicated
that he was powerless: he was fully in my control.

Drawing back, I paused to observe his face.
His eyes were closed momentarily and his jaw clenched as he strove
to prolong his pleasure. I also took the chance to study his cock.
It was quite impressive, of decent length with a slight bend. The
circumference was notable. Clenched by my hand, I wondered what it
would feel like if that was my pussy wrapped around it instead.

‘Please! Don’t stop!’ he pleaded
interrupting my thoughts about fucking.

I could feel the realisation hitting from a
mile away: this is what he had done to me! He had got me thinking
about real sex again and not just the simulated variety. How dare
the Professor do that to me! I was supposed to be teaching him a
lesson, not the other way around!

With that I rubbed my finger in the first of
the pre-cum to appear from his penis head. I provocatively rubbed
the same fingertip around the areola of my left breast, waiting for
his response.

‘Let me fuck you. Sit on my lap. Go –
on.’

The more rasped his speech grew, the more I
knew he was on the brink. I wanted to take him as close to the edge
as I could and have him find out what it was like not to conclude
things naturally. I wanted him to experience the same as he had
done to me the night before. I wanted him to beg.

My attention returned to his cock. I noticed
how as it stiffened it had straightened somewhat. I stroked the
shaft with my hands. Bringing my head closer to his erectness, I
rubbed its end with my face. Tracing its neat rim with my jawline
and my chin and each cheek, I looked up seductively to see if he
was paying attention. I wanted to see how close he was to
begging.

His eyes were open and staring down at me. A
wild look of desire was unmistakably written in his expression.
Knowing he was that close to climaxing gave me greater confidence
to tease him just that little extra. As I licked the tip of my
tongue around the perimeter of his hard rod, he began to wriggle in
his seat. I opened my mouth wider so I could use more tongue in my
efforts to force him to beg.

Enthusiastically licking at the rounded head
as if it was a delicious ice cream cone, I suddenly left him lift
his hips. All at once that tasty cock head was in my mouth. It was
not what I had planned at all. But it felt good. He still had no
control, I reasoned with my amorous brain. He wanted to touch,
kiss, suck and fuck me. Instead, I was sucking him. He had no power
or control in the situation. I would let him cum, but only because
he was giving me my first taste of cock in over a year.

I quickly realised that I was enjoying
tasting him very much and felt very turned on by the feel of him
driving his pole further into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and found
I was able to accommodate him more deeply than any man I had ever
gone down on before. Soon I felt a gently gagging feeling at the
back of my throat and went to work bobbing my head up and down on
his hard member. I listened as his breathing became laboured and
intermingled with groans.

‘Oh…argh….God!’

I tightened my lips around his shaft as I
now moved back and forth along his length, keeping in rhythm with
his gentle hip thrusts. It was not long before I felt the warm
spray hit the back of my throat. His juice quickly began to spread
around what little space remained in my crowded mouth. Swallowing
some, I drew my head back releasing his softening cock from my
mouth.

Looking directly at him, I took a lick of
two fingers from both of my hands, covering my fingertips with his
warm cum. I ran my fingers around my areolas once more, flicking at
my nipples. I then stuck each of those fingers in his compliant
mouth:

‘Lick them clean!’

He dutifully licked each of my fingers
clean, sucking greedily on each one in turn.

‘You are incredible! Please don’t stop
now!’

I slipped both arms back into the straps of
the bra attached to my bodice and retrieved my jersey wrap dress
which was draped over the side of a filing cabinet, where I had
flung it earlier.

I loosened my hair and clipped it back more
neatly back into my regulation librarian chignon and checked a
mirror secreted in an office cupboard. I needed to check for
tell-tale signs of hanky panky. My lipstick was just about gone, so
I reapplied some more, noticing all the time that the professor was
watching me carefully.

‘Are you going to release me? I have another
meeting to get to: not that I expect it to be quite as illuminating
as this one.’

I took my time. Once I had my glasses on
again, my librarian persona was back in place. No one would know
the mischief I had been up to in my office with the professor. I
knew he would have to keep my secret otherwise he would risk
implicating himself in my sexy exploits:

‘Your position on the Board and even your
job will be at stake with the scandal that would engulf us if you
tried to expose me.’

I was determined that the freedom and
enjoyment I found in my afterhours online broadcasts would not be
ruined by the one person to discover my secret. I kneeled to untie
my hasty knot that had joined my stockings to his belt. Standing, I
guided him up with his wrists still bound by his leather belt.

‘Why would I want to expose you? When what I
want to do is fuck you. There is a big difference, well for most
people.’

I busied myself pulling his briefs up,
pausing to take one last look at his withered manhood that only
minutes ago had been so impressive. Pretending to ignore his words,
I dragged his trousers back up into position. This gave me the
opportunity to check out his well-toned thighs and hips. Briefly, I
wondered about what other activities the professor partook in,
outside of lurking around darkened cellars at night spying on
sexually unfulfilled librarians.

‘When I untie your wrists, you have one
minute to straighten yourself up and leave. If you try to touch me,
I promise there will be no further activity between us. Do you
understand?’

He had taught me much the night before about
treating a person mean to keep them keen. I planned to make him
want me again and again, but fully intended to have no further
physical contact with him. This tryst in the privacy of my locked
office had succeeded in turning the sexual tables back on him: he
was now left wanting more, while I was – kind of – satisfied.

With some effort I had the knot out of the
belt. He rubbed each wrist before fastening his trousers and
zipping his fly. I handed him the belt then stepped back behind my
desk and watched as he tucked his shirt into his trousers before
threading the belt around his waist.

‘That was extremely interesting, Miss
Jones.’

He straightened his tie, and ran a hand
through his close cropped hair.

‘It’s Xanthe’ I reminded him.

‘That was extremely interesting Xanthe.’

His use of my name did not hold the same
promise it had the previous night. As he headed for the door I did
my best to deny the sinking feeling growing inside me. What if my
actions had destroyed my chance to reach those sexual heights with
a man? In extracting my revenge on Professor Alomes had I denied
myself the excitement he had begun to open my mind to only hours
earlier?

‘Close the door on your way out, thank you.’
I was determined to keep my Ice Queen demeanour despite my growing
nerves and regret.

‘How soon can we schedule another
meeting?’

‘I will need to check my diary. My calendar
is quite full at this time of year.’

‘I see’ he had almost returned to full
Professor mode, ‘enjoy the rest of your day. I know I will.’

I waited until the door was closed and he
was gone before collapsing back into my seat. My expectations of
feeling like I had conquered my enemy crashed about as quickly as
the time it had taken my body to fall into the chair.

‘Why?’ I wondered out loud. Could it be that
the loss of control was more exciting than actually being in
control?

I did not have time to continue my analysis,
as my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

‘Yes. Come in!’ I silently hoped it was not
the professor and was relieved to see Linda.

‘That meeting must have gone well!’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Serious Professor Alomes just passed me
with a huge smile on his face. You must have charmed the pants off
him.’

‘Yes, er…something like that.’

I buried my head in the nearest file of
papers. I could feel the blush traveling up from my toes.

‘You really should take a break before
tonight though. You have earned it, after winning over the
notoriously abrasive professor.’

‘Tonight?’

My puzzled expression gave me away.

‘Well that must be a first Xan. Ever
reliable you forgetting that you offered to fill in at the
information desk tonight!’

‘It had slipped my mind.’

Slipped? It had leapt from my mind. Briefly
recalling the conversation shortly before closing the night before,
when Andrea the Information Services Librarian phoned me to say she
did not have any staff to work the busy Thursday evening
information desk shift. Andrea was unable to step in because of a
family emergency, and our staffing budget would not stretch to us
paying someone from the pool of casual staff.

‘We won’t be able to get someone else in
this late. We are short on qualified staff as it is.’

‘Linda, it’s okay. I will just go and grab
something quick to eat from one of the quadrangle cafes. Ask Andrea
to fill in until I get there. Give me twenty minutes. I will be
there.’

‘Sure Xan. You’ll be exhausted though. It’s
been quite a day for you: the budget report and Professor Alomes in
the same day. Plus now the evening shift. I don’t know how you do
it!’

Neither did I quite frankly, I groaned
inwardly. In the last twenty four hours I had experienced the
biggest emotional and sexual rollercoaster ride I could recall. I
would need to get my head together if I was to spend the next five
hours assisting students with their information queries.

‘Caffeine helps! And plenty of it!’ I gave
Linda a wink and picked up my purse and headed for the nearest
campus eatery I could find.

A Very
Big Mistake

The shift went mercifully fast. There was a
steady stream of students needing assistance. On my way back from
helping a student find a journal, one of the old-fashioned kind
printed on actual paper, I noticed Dr Damon searching something on
one of the online catalogues as I passed by.

Returning to the Information Desk, I sat
down. Less than a day ago Dr Damon had been the subject of my most
recent fantasies. I would try out different routines for my Webcast
with him as the secret subject of my fantasies. Those dark eyes
hidden behind glasses were undeniably warm and inviting, giving him
a Clark Kent mystique. His thick dark hair seemed to always be in
need of a good cut and threatened to fall over his eyes at any
point. He was tall and looked to be well-built under loose layers
of clothing. Geek Handsome was how I described him. He was
deserving of being the star of any thinking woman’s fantasy.

The Professor had ruined all of that by
crashing into my little world of sexual bliss. With those knowing
hands he had re awakened my mind to thoughts of what it felt like
to have a male rubbing, stroking and teasing my body. I busied
myself looking at my computer screen while my body felt the same
sort of stirrings that had been brought on by the Professor’s touch
the night before.

It was torture. Last night had been filled
with so much promise. I had been on the edge of ecstasy and my
hopes cruelly dashed by the professor’s game. While the elicit
interlude in my office had been a fun way to punish him for what he
had done, hours later I felt strangely dissatisfied. My identity as
the anonymous Webcast star was now known by one man. That same man
had not quite lived up to his earlier promise. A depressing feeling
began to seep into the dark recesses of my horny mind.

My introspection was interrupted by the
sound of a male coughing in a polite ‘excuse me’ manner.