The campus was pretty quiet. It had been a rough week with heatwave in France and people were exhausted on this friday night. There was a weird atmosphere, very calm while being charged with electricity. Everyone’s was surely off drinking, dancing, or already in bed sleeping.
Well. Almost everyone.
I had the little common room of the studen building all to myself—large couhes, desks with magazines all around, vending machines with fresh drinks, all the necessary.
I was having a blast with the last Eminentia Tenebris album playing from my laptop, heels off, with one of my favourite dresses on. Tight, dark red, velvet if you got close. A choker, subtle makeup, just enough to feel feminine enough to attract guy's attention.
It was probably 9pm when I heard the heavy clunk of boots around the place. Reminded me of Mister X from RE lol. I glanced up, heart ticking fast.
Tom.
The hunk was back, tall and quiet. With arms like marble and pecs that could press all my brain-juice in no time, looked like he had just ended his chest day. He was wearing a sleeveless white shirt, damp because of the heat and the fact we were pretty much alone at this time. His khakis hugged his hips just right. A small belt filled with a talkie and a flashlight completed the view. I instantly got hard under my skirt.
He spotted me and raised an eyebrow:
“Still here miss?”
He approached, readjusting his dark blue cap:
“You're not supposed to be there so late. I'm gonna close the building soon, you know that?”
I smoothed my dress and crossed my legs. “Maybe I like it quiet. Needed to finish some stuff before the weekend anway.”
He walked in slowly, surveying the space like he needed to make sure I was alone here:
“Or maybe you were hoping someone would find you.”
I paused. He was such a tease.
"What makes you think that?" I asked.
He gave me that low, quiet laugh:
“Girl dressed like that, alone in a building this late... I’d say she’s looking for trouble.”
He got behind me. I could feel his breath on my shoulders.
“You waitin’ for any boy to come pick you up? Or you just like teasing guys who walk in wearin’ a badge?” He kept going.
My throat dried. He was playing. And I loved it.
"You know I like the uniform Tom." I replied, turning slightly towards him, noticing an impressive shape distorting his khaki work pants.
"Sure do miss. Guess it can't be helped." He sayed nonchalantly, while rubbing his cock through the tissue.
He paused for a while, slowly massaging his dick. I could feel his manhood radiating heat.
"Guess I could start the shift with some good headline." While saying this, he grabbed some newspapers on the desk.
I seized the oppourtiniy and removed his hand from the bulge, replacing it with mine. I was so hungry for his cock I was shaking. Truth is, I had been thinking about this dude's dick for the past few days and kept reminind me how his sperm was hot and thick in me.
My fingers were trying to wrap around his cock as best they could. The monster was around 9 inches by now and it began to stain the fabric with precum.
He sat down, still absorbed by the papers:
I bit my lip. “I guess you could just relax before the shift and let me take care of you.”
“That's exactly what I was hoping for Sam.” He sighed. "Plus you need to practice."
I paused, opening his fly slowly.
He sank further into his seat and opened his legs.
I hesitated for a moment, looking around. The large bay windows didn't hide much. If anyone happened to pass by, they'd have a perfect view of a campus security service session.
Tom must have sensed my apprehension because he smiled:
"Relax, cutie, no one's going to see you."
I looked around one last time before plunging below the desk, right between his boots.
I grabbed his kakis and he helped me pulling them down to about his knees, leaving him in plaid boxer shorts. Typical straight married guy. Not the sexiest but right now I was salivating over them.
I fetched for his massive dick through the boxer's slit, got his balls out too and begam rubbing his nutsack. The scent immediatly assaulted my nostrils. It was rich, musky and wet already.
Finally. My new favorite meal.
I sucked each one of his balls, which triffered some manly moans from Tom:
"Awe fuck girl, that's some good way to start the night. Keep on bathing them." he said.
While I was frenchkissing one of them, I began working on the other with my fingers, massaging it. They were big and felt full of married semen. I was lost in paradise for a while.
"Try fitting them both in your pretty mouth sweetie." I felt his hand pressing on my hair gently. It was more an order than an invitation. I obliged, happy to please him.
However, I quickly realized that I would never be able to hold those two enormous eggs in my mouth; I simply couln't stretch enough to fit them both at the same time. I tried several time, sometimes chocking me, which seemed to make him more excited:
"Doing good Sam. Now let's go to the main section shall we?"
With regrets, I let go of his delicious balls and pulled his cock up. I got to lick his shaft from bottom to top, savouring it all the way to the inflated head. There were drops of pre-cum on the tip. I let my head hang back and opened wide. With one hand playing with his cock and the other supporting me, I started to massage the huge head of his cock with my mouth. It already filled it pretty much completely.
When the head of his cock was far enough in, I closed my mouth around it and started sucking it tenderly. I moved up and down his cock, everytime trying to get him in a bit deeper.
Then I felt it reached the back of my head. He didn't move or force me, he just applied the pressure to tell me "That's where it belongs Sam."
I let it sit there for a while and grabbed him by the balls, massaging them gently till I was ready to take more of his meat. I cleared my throat and pulled him in till I felt the gag reflex coming. Again I waited till it subsided and pulled him in a bit more. Eventually I was about halfway of his cock and he started moving.
"That's good baby, keep sucking on it."
Tom had grabbed a fistful of my hair like someone who has no intention whatsoever to let go. It even hurt a little but I really had no time to worry about that. The straight guard was now pushing my head up and down at a steady pace. He wasn’t going super fast but he wasn’t taking it slow either. A few minutes passed by and I felt he wanted to train me to take it deeper with each thrust.
"Gonna fuck this face a bit miss. Tap out if it's too much, okay?"
Tom's pectorals were tensing under this sleeveless as more and more or my spit was gathering on the hunk's pubes and dribbling down on his huge ballsack. I only saw flashes of the straight guy's abbs because the facefuck had become flat-out violent.
He incrased the pace, making me drool on his meat even more. I sputtered and gagged, throat slime flowing out of my mouth and over my face.
Tom's assault continued for several minutes and I did all I could not to pass out. I found that if I craned my neck back, I could both take him as deep as he wanted and breathe a little easier. After a while, I felt him pull himself all the way out, I managed to get a few breaths of (not so fresh) air, until he buried his dick once again back in my mouth.
His inflated head got stuck in my throat, right at the entrance.
"I know you can take it further. Clench those fists and open up darling." He said calmly.
I obeyed, and his fingers forced my head down powerfully.
He pressed for several seconds, I thought someone was trying to force me to swallow a can, and then suddenly his enormous cock slammed into my throat, letting in a few centimeters.
"Fuck, yeah, finally."
He let me adjust to the monstrous presence lodged in my throat for a few moments before controlling my head, moving it back and forth. He fucked my throat slowly, savoring our success.
"So proud of you Sam." He laughed a bit. "Been a while since I had a girl take it that deep." I still had around 3 inches to go but I felt I was about to die! This will take time for sure!
The feeling of having this hard shaft invading your throat was both amazing and weird. My thorat began to hurt pretty quickly and I feared he could damage it. Good thing was that he was patient and moved my head slowly, impaling it on his rod.
He stretched my throat slowly, edging himself. I didn't remember how long it took but the guy was really testing my limits.
"Not gonna last long Sam. Want that load in yer' mouth?"
I tried to nodd but it was a bit hard with his elephant cock down my oesophagus.
I just kept up the rythm as I felt his body start tightening up.
"Shit it's coming."
Sure enough a few more seconds of intense throat-stretching, Tom's dick began pulsing in antipication. My saving grace was that he withdrew from my throat. He kept his dick in my mouth but I was a bit less panicking about him cumming inside now.
He returned to facefucking me hard.
"I'm gonna blow it"
A couple of vigorous thrusts and he dove my head on his dick one last time. Then, I heard a loud grunt telling me me was unloading his big balls straight into my stomach.
"Shit"
His fat head lodged itself right at the entrance of my airpipe. I thought I was going to throw up, but his powerfull hands made me stay in place and soon, I felt a strong jolt, traveling all his shaft, from his sweaty balls up to his engorged glans. I I clenched my fists as hard as I could and tried to think about something nice I always loved to drink.
"There it is sweetie."
A first cumblast.
"Eat that load."
Hard.
"Be a good girl"
Deep.
"Fuuuh...swallow it all."
The married hunk grunted as he exploded shooting like a water hose. He was even shaking his hips involuntarily, simply because it felt so damn good. I was so happy he was cumming from my mouth and throat alone, I felt powerfull and proud.
"Shit! Keep swallowing baby." He grunted between twitches.
Hot and heavy cum was shooting down at steady pace. I had no choice but to let him fill up my stomach until he was completely drained.
"Good girl."
Hot, sticky and heavy baby batter accumulated in my belly. It was salty and bitter and I felt full. This beast had only stored cum for a few days, but he was still packing the material to breed all campus. I felt like a true hore.
Finally, the hunk released my head from his grasp and I inhaled deeply, trying to recover from the lack of oxygen. My eyes were crying the makeup, my throat felt itchy and tired.
"That was good Sam. We're making so much progress."
I caughed a bit.
"But I know you'll get better at this." His dick twitched and a string of cum mixed with my saliva dripped on the floor. "You just need regular training."
I was trying to regaining my composure on the ground, still between his thighs, when I heard him laughing and shouting to someone:
"Hey! Frank! Just in time!" He waved at someone outside. "Come here dude!"
"Shit, who are you talking to?" I asked, painicking under the desk. "He's going to see me."
"Don't worry hon', just the coworker searching for me. He knows about you. Guess he wanted to see for himself."
