Peach - Episode 2

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Peach, Episode 2 by Dana Fox Freya stood before Dr. Adams' shut door. It was the end of the day and both faculty and staff had gone home.

Most students were down in the cafeteria eating dinner. It was the perfect time to catch him. She knew what would happen when she knocked.

And she was ready for it. She'd only seen him two days ago when he had let her cunt out like a man obsessed and she'd come on his tongue. When she tried to repay the favor, he shook her off, saying they shouldn't rush things.

She suspected he was worried about the school finding out about them, but she was done waiting. She wanted to rush things. She raised her fist to the door and knocked.

Come in. Freya opened the door. Hello Dr.

Adam. Dimitri sat behind his desk, but at her voice, he looked up from the paper he'd been studying. A look of surprise flashed on his face before transforming into a smile.

Freya. Please come in. Please shut the door behind you.

Freya did as she was told, knowing they had to appear completely professional in this setting. But she had no intention of remaining professional so she quietly locked the door as well. She turned, shrugging off her leather jacket.

She wore a floral babydoll dress that stopped at her upper thighs. Dimitri's eyes caught on the bare flesh. I wasn't expecting you.

I thought I would come and see if you could help me further with my Elliot paper, she answered. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, studying her. No doubt debating whether or not to take her bait.

Perhaps I might be able to. What did you want to know? Freya moved to the front of his desk.

I guess I don't understand why Prufrock spends the whole poem in despair. He could change his life if he wanted. He could be happy.

Perhaps it isn't so easy, Dimitri said. He sees himself aging, running out of time. Modern life has isolated him, emotionally and physically.

And he is desperate for connection. But he fears if he takes a chance, he will fail. And what then? He will be at the bottom of a dark hole with no way out.

A scary truth, no? Freya listened to the slow honey of Dimitri's voice. Deep and rich.

Despite the morose topic, there was something about the way he worded his thoughts that left her wanting. It still seems better to try, she said. If I were Prufrock I would stop wandering through the street.

I would find those singing mermaids he keeps hearing. I would join them in the ocean. Freya moved her hands underneath her dress and hooked her fingers inside her panties.

With her gaze locked on his, she pulled them down around her Doc Martens and stepped out. She walked around Dimitri's desk to stand in front of him, and he rolled his chair back to give her room. Now, what will you do to me, mermaid? he asked, his voice a throaty whisper.

Freya answered his question by kneeling down between his legs. He grabbed the sides of her face, her hair trapped under his fingers, and leaned forward to kiss her open mouth. He stroked his tongue against hers as they moved their faces side to side, caught in their own dance.

She slid his zipper down and pulled out his already hard length. He leaned back so she could stroke him up and down. His cock was hot.

Flushed pink under her hands. She leaned in, licking the sides of his cock before sucking the swollen tip into her mouth. Fuck Freya! he exclaimed, his hands clenching in her hair.

She smiled deviously and then opened her mouth wide over his cock and lowered until he was in her throat. She fastened her lips to his shaft and pulled up, spit following her lips in a trail. She sucked the tip in again, her cheeks hollowing.

When she let go, his fat head popped out of her mouth. Dimitri groaned. Your sweet mouth, Freya.

You will make me embarrass myself. Do you like seeing me on my knees, professor? Yes.

Now open again, his voice was strained, like he was barely holding on. Freya took him back in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down until Dimitri shook underneath her hands and he was pumping his hips into her mouth.

He gathered her hair with one fist and pulled her towards him, spreading his thighs wider. His eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as he rocked into her mouth. She had him right at the edge.

Now it was her turn to pull back and say, uh, uh, uh, not yet. You can finish when I'm coming on your dick, okay? Do you want to make me cum, professor? Oh, I'll make that little pussy sing, Freya.

Now stand up. She did as he asked. Good girl.

Turn around, put your hands on the desk. Dimitri stood up behind Freya. He moved her dress up and over her naked ass.

He took one of her legs, bending it at the knee and placing it on the desk. In her ear, his words came out husky. Do I dare take this peach, Freya? You fucking better.

Dimitri laughed at her words and then reached around to touch her pussy. You're soaked, he said, sounding surprised. Did sucking my cock turn you on? Freya peered around her shoulder to look back at him and nodded.

Please fuck me, professor. No more waiting. I need you inside me.

Now. Dimitri positioned himself at her entrance and slowly fed his length into her pussy. Oh, Freya.

The way you take my cock into your little sweet peach. Freya felt full of him. Deliciously, he stretched her to the brim.

She braced her hands on the desk, ready for more. Dimitri didn't make her wait. He put both hands on her hips and began fucking her.

He slid in and pulled back, over and over, repeating the motion at a steady pace. Freya arched her back, pressing her ass into his thrusts, a silent plea for him to go harder. He gripped her hips, moving his forehead to the back of her neck and answered her request.

Freya's mouth opened on a soundless cry as his cock stroked the sensitive walls of her pussy. He shifted his hips, angling upward, and then his cock was rocking against her g-spot. Oh, yes, Freya said, moaning.

Right there. That tight coiling sensation began in Freya's core. Sensing she was close, Dimitri moved one hand from her hip and reached between them to find her clit.

With two fingers he rubbed it back and forth while never once faltering in his relentless pounding of her pussy. Come for me, my little peach. I want to feel you.

Dimitri quickened his pace, his fingers like a vibrator. Freya grew so weak in the knees, she had to lean into the desk to keep herself up. Yes, yes, yes, ah! she yelled, climaxing.

Dimitri's strokes came faster as she clenched around his cock. A moment later, he thrust deep, stilled, and groaned. Freya felt his cock throb as he released inside her.

When the pulses stopped, he relaxed against her until they both laid on top of the desk. She could feel his heartbeat pound alongside her own. She thought of Prufrock adrift amongst his meaningless teas and cakes, drowning, afraid as he was, to dare the universe.

She was glad she had dared this time. She felt Dimitri's hands on top of hers, intertwining her fingers with his own. It seemed only right that she quote the poem's opening line.

Let us go then, she whispered, you and I.