The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (3 page)

She was so accommodating, even as she kept up with the ruse, “But
I have other things I need to do! Other classes and professors, how
could I possibly dedicate all my time to pleasing you and none to
finishing my other assignments?” she swallowed. Her hand
reached to the top of her head, removing her lovely hat and throwing
it on top of her discarded purse, fixing the brown, wavy hair.

Undoing the buttons he then pulled open her top, exposing the two
heavy breasts covered in her bra, he reached in around her to her
back, and with obvious familiarity had it undone and was removing
that too. “Pretty little girl like you?” he mused,
“You’ll find ways.”

His rubbing at her damp sex had grown less teasing and more
blatantly lustful. He was pawing at her sex, and he lifted one of her
thick thighs onto the couch, so she faced him fully before beginning
to slide the garment down off her entirely. The foreign gentleman,
for all his other faults, was immensely dextrous with a woman’s
underthings.

It was the type of thing Eva appreciated in a man, and as she was
so skillfully shifted and unveiled for him, he could see that
appreciation masked with lust on her face. Her skirt was hiked up so
high the tops of her stockings were visible, pressing into her fleshy
thighs, her white panties sunken into her form. Her large breasts
rested against her ribs heavily, her pink nipples already taut with
arousal, her smooth stomach nipped just so in the tummy to make her
other assets seem so much larger by comparison.

“I couldn’t afford to have my grades go down if I want
to teach,” she affirmed as her body yielded to him.

Rising back off her, having removed her bra he then slid her
panties down off her legs, discarding the damp garment into the
growing pile before lowering himself down atop her. He gave her full
lips a firm, hard kiss, pushing his fingers through her curly dark
hair. “Then reach into your teacher’s pants and start
earning your grades, girl,” he commanded so huskily.

It was all so wanton. Just an hour prior she was laughing and
talking with influential professors, intellectuals that she admired.
Now she was below one of the newest faculty members, her hand
obediently moving across his stomach and nimbly undoing his pants.
His skill with undressing, it seemed, was matched by her skills and
her fingertips glanced atop the clothed package, “Will you tell
me what to do?” she purred as she reached beneath his clothes,
that first feeling of his meaty flesh against her hand thrilling her.

He gave a delightfully low groan at that first touch of her hand
against his sizable flesh. “Mm,” he began, “tonight
I’ll give you a bit of a free consultation,” he remarked,
licking his lips. “Just undo the pants, girl, take hold of that
big thing and pull it out. Teacher shall handle the rest... for now,”
he teased, smirking as he took hold of one of her large, bare
breasts, squeezing and toying with it as he leaned in, kissing her
neck again.

If there was anything more Eva enjoyed than tactile stimulation,
she had yet to find it. The experience of touching, of being touched
and kissed and licked thrilled her in a way no textbook ever had. No
pleasure in her life was greater than the sensations of her skin
being worshiped by fingers and tongues, of being punished by palms
and rulers.

The anticipation of the moment, before the inevitable rutting,
where everything in her body seemed so much more alive dizzied her
minds and she let out a soft ‘ahh’ as she pulled him free
of his restraints. Contrary to her insistence, the way her hand ran
down along his shaft spoke of worship and intimate knowledge of the
delights it could bring.

Her nipple pressed roughly into his hand as his digits sunk into
the large mound, that pillowy flesh rising between his fingers in
such a delightful manner as she ran her free hand down his arm, “I
need to pass,” she paused, swallowing. “I need to excel.
In all things.”

With a husky groan his cock swelled in her hand, throbbed at her
delicate touch so eagerly. He was a fair size, his shaft long and
full, ribbed with thick veins and glossy with precum at the tip. “Oh,
I shall teach you how to excel then, girl,” he said in a voice
so rich with need and desire as he kissed down her neck to her
collarbone. “Guide me on in and we’ll start the first of
your lessons then,” he said while already pushing his hips
forward, eager to feel the embrace of her pussy around him. “The
more advanced practices I shall expect from you on future visits to
my office, pet.” With that he plunged his lips down around her
free nipple, suckling at the large, stiff nub as his hand squeezed
and groped the other.

She had to readjust herself, rising her hips so as not to
discourage that pleasant sucking upon her nipple. The way his tongue
flicked over that stiff, swollen nub brought little shocks that ran
through her body, and when she finally guided him in towards her wet
slit, he could feel that cluster of nerves throb against his flared
head.

He hesitated just a moment there, stroked the side of her large,
round breast and flicked his tongue over the teat of the other. “Good
girl. Willingness is your first lesson. Willingness to spread these
sumptuous thighs of yours to get the grades you need,” and then
he sunk into her, the slick folds of her labia gliding along his
shaft as his own foreskin rolled back in the motion of sheathing
himself inside her so pleasantly.

The way her pelvis was positioned allowed him straight access into
her depths, and her hand pressed his face back to her pillowy breasts
as she let out a wanton moan. They were in his office, though surely
in the late hour there’d be few wandering the halls. Besides,
it wasn’t like this was her first time.

There were many, many times where she had done things as equally
scandalous, and the memories of them always managed to swim to the
surface when a hard cock impaled her. Licking over her lips, he could
feel her back arch, pushing her pussy towards the base of his cock,
wanting it all.

She could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring upon his finger
dig into her breast as he clutched her so firmly. Ravenous for her,
he sucked at her breast and began to draw back his hips, immediately
beginning to pump into her.

It was there and then his lust boiled over, the suave detachment
gone as he just thrust into her with a fast increasing roughness,
grunting and groaning with satisfaction as he felt that tight quim
about him. Speaking through his pleasured sound he said quickly after
pulling his mouth off her nipple for just a moment. “Such a
satisfying cunt you offer up to your teacher,” his use of the
word ‘cunt’ so hard and vulgar.

It was a shock, and he could see her pale skin brighten underneath
him, but the way she angled her hips for him spoke only of approval
and acceptance, even as she gasped. “That’s a horrid
word!” she moaned out, her face flushed as though he had
demeaned her with his compliment. Her hand found his and she urged
his groping on, pressing his hand into her harder.

The couch creaked beneath them, groaning as the man's thrusts grew
more wanton and reckless. He was heedless of it despite the illicit
nature of their tryst, trusting that nobody was about to hear them
rutting so late at night.

She could feel the girth of his cock twitching inside her, her
body having done such a number on him his need for her was near
overwhelming. The wet smacks of their bodies impacting harder and
harder filling the room as he sank his teeth and fingers into her two
large breasts.

Eva was, in most things quite bright. Despite her wanton and
reckless act with the man, she had planned for the inevitability of
the nights turn, and prepared for men with no desire to protect her
from pregnancy. Surely the idea thrilled her in part, but mostly she
was rational enough to know it wasn’t the time, nor was it a
wise idea to be impregnated by a married man, as so many of her
suitors were.

He could feel her heel digging into his calf as she pulled him
into her, body warm against his, her skirt hiked up along her hips
and her stockings rolling down from his vigorous fucking.

With her breasts and teats so thoroughly mauled, he pounded into
her a little more erratically. His end was near and he shifted his
position, straightening his back and moving his mouth up from her
large breast mound to her mouth, kissing it hard as he quaked. “Time
to earn bonus points, girl,” he husked. “Teacher needs to
unload,” and she could hear that need so rich on his voice.

He was so crass, and it disgusted her as much as delighted,
especially hearing such words roll off his tongue in his foreign,
upper class accent. She nodded, her eyes lidded as she stared at his
face, her mouth hanging open a bit, “Yes, teacher.”

The look on his face at those words was purely blissful. With his
last few erratic pumps, he jabbed his throbbing cock into her with
such force, a tremor overcoming his body as he loosed his seed into
her. It was a long deep release, and he groaned aloud as he shook and
spurted his load into her atop the couch, the two academics making
such a scene in the lit office.

She writhed beneath him, much of it for his own benefit as the
coos and moans toppled off her tongue. When at last he stopped, her
head tilted back and she began to breath heavily, the words coming
out much huskier and more sexual. “You’re lucky I knew
what to do,” she smiled. “You’re a rubbish teacher
when you’re horny.”

Slow to come down off the high of his pleasure, breathing heavily
he lifted up off her, that cold wedding ring still dug into her
breast as he held the large mound of tit flesh. Looking to her he
laughed in good nature, licking his lips, “You had a way of
driving me mad all evening.” Reaching up he patted her cheek in
a tender but condescending manner. “You’ll have to make
up for that too next time,” he remarked, grinning cheekily.

Her eyes rolled as she placed her hand on his chest, giving him a
smarmy smile in return, “Well, I just hope your lesson plan is
more prepared.” She reached for her purse, cursing lightly as
she realized it had spilled her makeup and cards across the couch,
suddenly feeling one such object pressing into the back of her thigh
before she untangled her legs from him.

Their disentanglement was somewhat less smooth than their initial
entanglement. Though he very properly began to do his pants back up,
and she noticed, amongst other things, he seemed to be keeping that
ring on prominent display. “When you pop by my office next
time, I assure you, lesson plans shall be prepared,” he said
with a toothy smile, looking over the voluptuous young woman with
something of a predatory gaze still, despite the declined interest
after their fuck.

She remained sprawled on the couch for only a moment before she
fumbled for her panties, quickly sealing his cum between her thighs
with a fluttering of her lashes. She liked the strange, cool wetness
as she pulled her skirt down, knowing she stank of sex.

“When are your office hours?”

“Between one and four,” he said, though added as he
straightened his tie and shirt, “but for you I would arrange to
be open later in the evening.” He flashed her a wink.

She grinned, collecting her spilled makeup and closing her purse.
With her hat back on her head, her stockings rolled up, and her skirt
ending down below her knees she looked almost prim but for the fact
that her breasts were still on prominent display, “I don’t
know the missus would like that, Professor.”

Taking a step in closer, he reached his hand up with that very
same ring upon it and very brazenly cupped one of those large
breasts, lifting its heavy weight as he spoke to her in a low, firm
voice. “That’ll just be between you and I then, won’t
it?”

“I don’t see why not, though I expect that good
behaviour will positively influence my grades,” she purred with
her lidded gaze set upon his.

That smile of his widened and he stroked his thumb over her large
breast along to the areola, again and again. “Good girl,”
he said, “I think we know exactly how to get along, hmm?”
With a wry smirk he leaned down and nipped her neck again before
whispering, “Come to my office without any panties on if you
wish a good grade next time.”

Her hand brushed through his hair as she stepped away, those pink
areolas puckered before she reached down and grabbed her bra. “I
will see what I can do about making that timely,” her lips
quirked, her eyes tracing over his face. “Still, it was nice
getting to know you a bit better.”

“Likewise,” he said, finishing his own preparations
and then laying a hand against the swell of her ass, cupping the
round flesh of it through her skirt. “To a long working
relationship together, yes?”

She laughed quite jovially as she moved and unlocked the door, “Is
that your version of shaking on it, Professor Russell? Or is that
just how they do things in the old world?”

With a final adjustment of his tie he winked to her then followed
her out into the hall, the two of them then making their way on back.
Arriving there, only Martin Hale remained, the meek blonde man in his
sweater and bowtie sipping a tonic water as he had been all night by
the door. “Turing’s left,” he said simply.

Walking over to him, she patted his arm rather familiarly. “Ah,
and yet you waited, no doubt bored out of your mind. The picture of a
decent man,” she said, though the compliment sounded almost
like a tease.

Russell gathered up his coat and hat, “At that I believe I
should be off too,” he said, giving them both a pleasant smile,
seeming perfectly normal and showing no sign of their recent
debauchery. “You two have a pleasant evening,” he said,
flashing them a wink, treating the two as if they were a couple.

Martin, looking bashful, gave her a meek look. “Are you
alright?” he asked after Russell left.