Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I'm getting hard all over again and don't want to stop.
This time, Addison stops and abruptly pulls away. She looks down with a smile at my bare cock that's ready to enter her in every way she'll let me.
"Goodnight, Daddy." She winks at me and sashays toward the front door to let herself out.
I fall onto the couch, throw on another movie, and rub myself until completion before falling asleep with dreams of Addison dancing through my fantasies.
The weekend flies by, and I'm finally able to focus on something other than my sexual desires to fuck Addison in every position she'll let me. I'm happy to be in my lecture hall with my students discussing the infinite possibilities of how companies and people try to hide money to avoid taxation.
"When you walk into an office as an outsider, there will be social hurdles you have to avoid," I tell the group of barely awake grad students. "It's okay to be cordial, but you must remember that these people are not your friends. You were sent in to do a job. That job is to verify the financial information reported."
The index cards on my podium are in order, with singular points scrawled across them to remind me of my train of thought. However, there's something distracting me when I look up. Six rows up from the bottom, dead center to my line of sight, I see a pair of barely tanned knees under a desk rocking from side to side before they stop.
The knees remain still for a few seconds before they spread apart, and I see it. The pussy I've been dreaming about since the moment I tasted it. Soft light brown hairs cover her mound as Addison smiles wickedly, and I desperately try to find the point I was trying to make.
"Every number, every amount, every notation, should be double checked—" I continue, but my eyes immediately drift toward Addison and her buzzed cut pussy. She does the unthinkable and slips her fingers under the desk, inside her pleated skirt, and spreads her pussy lips so I can see her clit even though no one else in the room knows what's going on.
I'm fucked.
After a few deep breaths, I proceed with my lecture as Addison plays with her pussy for me, and only for me. As I gaze around the room, no one seems to notice. Intrigue, confusion, and lust swirl around me. She's taking pleasure in knowing that I can't react, respond, or do anything to let the rest of the class know she's affecting me this way.
My dick is rock hard behind the podium, and even when I end the lecture, it takes a while for my erection to dissipate. I can see her giggling as the students file out of the classroom. However, to everyone else, she looks like an average person responding to something on her phone.
Addison lazily scrolls across her digital screens as I answer students who are supposed to be here. I send a few students to the library. Some students are given specific textbooks and reference books to research, and others are simply told to join my Wednesday night study hall.
Study halls, groups, cram sessions, and all the like are pointless on the weekend. No one wants to work, and no one wants to study if there's a party they want to get to before midnight. Yet, here I am spewing random time slots for study groups at the library that I know they don't want to attend. Wednesdays have proven to be the best day for these kinds of things. It makes me wonder if I can attribute these sessions to my mentoring responsibilities.
As the students file out of the lecture hall, Addison slides her hand back under the desk to play with her pussy until she's the only one left. I want to be upset, and I should be upset.
"Are you trying to get me fired?" I ask her.
Addison's brown eyes soften with feigned innocence. "Of course not. I just wanted to show you some of the things I learned from the assignment you gave me over the weekend."
"How would you like it if I showed up somewhere and distracted you?"
Her grin is infectious. "I'd love for your dick to distract me."
"Is that so?" I ask her as my eyes glance to the doors at the bottom of the steps and the top of the room. Anyone can walk in and overhear something that will derail both of our academic careers.
"Just picture it, Daddy." She gleams with mischief as she pulls my chair close to the podium where I lecture. She stands behind the mic and nudges her chin toward the chair for me to sit down beside her.
I sigh and shake my head, but still oblige.
"I'll present my findings, and you can see how long it takes for you to distract me or lose my train of thought," she says.