Stories +18

The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the university lecture hall, casting long shadows across the rows of empty seats. The room smelled faintly of chalk dust and old wood, a quiet sanctuary after the last class of the day. Takumi, a third-year student with a lean, athletic build and a perpetually cocky grin, lingered at the back, his dark eyes fixed on the woman at the front of the room.

Her name was Reina—Reina Sato, the stunning fiancée of Professor Kenji Nakamura, the balding, middle-aged literature instructor who droned on about haikus and symbolism. Reina was in her late twenties, a vision of elegance and sensuality with porcelain skin, jet-black hair that fell in waves past her waist, and a figure that could stop traffic: full, perky breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that swayed like a metronome when she walked. Today, she wore a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass and a sheer blouse that hinted at the lacy bra beneath, her heels clicking softly as she gathered papers from the desk.

Takumi's pulse thrummed in his ears. He'd been watching her for months, ever since she'd started dropping by to assist Kenji with his lectures. The professor was a fool—too absorbed in his books to notice the way his fiancée's eyes lingered on Takumi during class, the way her lips parted when he smirked at her from the back row. Kenji didn't deserve her. But Takumi? He'd make her scream his name until she forgot the old man entirely.

He'd laid the groundwork carefully. Flirtatious comments after class, brushing against her "accidentally" in the hallway, leaving notes on her desk with suggestive little winks. She'd blushed, stammered, but never told him to stop. Today, though, was the day. Kenji had left early for a faculty meeting, leaving Reina alone to tidy up. The perfect opportunity.

Takumi adjusted the bulge in his jeans—already half-hard just thinking about her—and sauntered down the aisle, hands in his pockets. "Need help, Reina-san?" he called, his voice smooth and teasing.

She looked up, startled, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "Oh, Takumi-kun… I didn't realize you were still here. I'm fine, really—just finishing up."

"Looks like a lot for one person," he said, stepping closer until he was just a foot away. He could smell her perfume—floral, with a hint of musk—and it made his mouth water. "Kenji-sensei shouldn't leave a gorgeous woman like you all alone. Someone might get ideas."

Her laugh was nervous, her fingers fumbling with the stack of papers. "You're such a flirt. He trusts me, you know."

"Big mistake," Takumi said, his grin widening. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, letting his fingers linger on her cheek. Her breath hitched, and she didn't pull away. "A guy like him doesn't know what he's got. But I do."

"Takumi-kun…" Her voice was a whisper, laced with uncertainty and something darker—desire. Her eyes flicked to his lips, then down to the broad expanse of his chest under his tight t-shirt. She swallowed hard.

He didn't give her time to think. He closed the distance, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. She stiffened for a split second, then melted, her lips parting under his with a soft moan. Takumi groaned, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting her—sweet, with a hint of the mint gum she'd been chewing. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel the hard length of him pressing into her stomach.

She broke the kiss, gasping, her hands clutching his shoulders. "We can't… Kenji—"

"Fuck Kenji," Takumi growled, nipping at her earlobe. "He doesn't fuck you like you need, does he? I've seen the way you look at me. You want this."

Her silence was damning. Her chest heaved, her nipples straining against the fabric of her blouse, and Takumi smirked, knowing he'd won. He pushed her back against the professor's desk, the edge digging into her thighs, and kissed her again, harder, his hands roaming. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them through the blouse, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth.

"Takumi… oh god…" Her voice was a plea, and he answered it by tearing open her blouse, buttons popping and scattering across the floor. Her bra was black lace, barely containing her tits, and he yanked it down, freeing them. They were perfect—round and heavy, with dusky pink nipples begging for attention. He latched onto one, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other.

Reina's head tipped back, a loud moan echoing through the empty hall. "Yes—oh, yes!" Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Takumi grinned against her skin. He bit down lightly, drawing a sharp cry from her, then soothed the sting with his tongue.

His free hand slid down, hiking up her skirt to reveal matching black panties, already soaked through. "Look at you," he murmured, pulling back to admire her. "Dripping for me. Kenji ever get you this wet?"

She shook her head, her face flushed with shame and arousal. "No… he doesn't… he barely touches me…"

"Pathetic," Takumi said, hooking his fingers in her panties and yanking them down. They pooled around her ankles, and he spread her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy. Her folds were pink and swollen, clit peeking out, begging for attention. He licked his lips, then dropped to his knees, burying his face between her legs.

Reina screamed as his tongue plunged into her, lapping at her slick heat. She tasted tangy and sweet, her juices coating his chin as he ate her out like a starving man. His hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer, his nose brushing her clit while his tongue fucked her deep. She writhed, hips bucking, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Takumi! Oh fuck—don't stop!" Her voice was raw, unrestrained, and it spurred him on. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, slipping two fingers inside her to pump in and out. She was tight, clenching around him, and he added a third, stretching her, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside.

Her orgasm hit hard, her thighs clamping around his head as she screamed his name, her body shaking. Juices gushed over his fingers, dripping onto the desk, and Takumi lapped them up, savoring every drop. She was still trembling when he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.

"Get on your knees," he said, voice rough with need. "Suck me."

Reina hesitated, her eyes wide, but the hunger in them was unmistakable. She slid off the desk, kneeling before him, her skirt still bunched around her waist, blouse hanging open. Takumi unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock—thick, veiny, and rock-hard, the tip already leaking precum. Her gasp was audible, her hands trembling as she reached for him.

"It's… so big…" she whispered, her voice awed. "Bigger than Kenji's…"

"Damn right," Takumi said, gripping her hair. "Now open that pretty mouth."

She obeyed, her lips stretching around him as she took him in. She was inexperienced, sloppy, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat, but the sight of her—Kenji's perfect fiancée, on her knees for him—made it hotter. He guided her, thrusting shallowly at first, then deeper, fucking her mouth as she moaned around him. Drool dripped down her chin, her mascara smearing as tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't stop, her tongue swirling over him eagerly.

"Good girl," he grunted, tightening his grip. "Suck it like you mean it."

She did, hollowing her cheeks, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit. Takumi's balls tightened, pleasure coiling low, but he wasn't ready to finish yet. He pulled out with a wet pop, hauling her to her feet and bending her over the desk. Papers scattered, a coffee mug crashed to the floor, and Reina gasped as he kicked her legs apart.

"Tell me you want it," he said, rubbing his cock against her slick entrance. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I—I want it," she whimpered, pushing back against him. "Please, Takumi, fuck me!"

He didn't need more. He slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her pussy clenching around him, so tight and hot it nearly drove him over the edge. He didn't hold back, pounding into her with relentless force, the desk creaking under them. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her ass jiggling as he slapped it, leaving red handprints.

"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, gripping her hips. "Kenji's never stretched you like this, has he?"

"No—no!" she sobbed, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Only you—only you feel this good!"

Her words fueled him, stoking the fire of his conquest. He reached around, rubbing her clit in rough circles, and she came again, her screams echoing off the walls. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him, and Takumi groaned, slamming into her harder, chasing his own release.

"Gonna cum inside you," he panted. "Fill you up. You're mine now."

"Yes—do it!" she cried, lost to the ecstasy. "Make me yours!"

That sent him over. He roared, thrusting deep as he came, hot spurts flooding her, marking her. She shuddered beneath him, another orgasm ripping through her, her body collapsing onto the desk. They stayed like that, panting, his cock still twitching inside her, cum dripping down her thighs.

When he finally pulled out, Reina slumped to the floor, dazed, her body glistening with sweat and their mingled fluids. Takumi smirked, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Next time, I'll fuck you in his office. On his chair."

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy but burning with something new—devotion. "Promise?"

"Count on it," he said, leaving her there, a conquered prize in the ruins of her fiancé's lecture hall.