The rest of the weekend is filled with thoughts of Mrs. Mendez, of roughly fucking that curvy body while she screamed- both for you to stop and in orgasmic bliss as she shuddered on your cock. Of course, the screams to end your assault were an act- staying in character on her part.
Still, the idea of her husband later hearing about his wife's "rape" and picturing that scene and you knowing that she had moaned like a filthy whore during the "attack" is almost enough to give you hard-ons in the middle of class. Not exactly proper behavior for a physics professor, to say the least.
The week of classes feels like everything is different. Cuckolding another man, a very rich man, has had a strange effect on your libido. Now it feels like there are very few women that are off-limits. Your ripe young students are still a no-no, you still do have some of your ethics, but nothing says you can't enjoy their friends, their relatives, other staff members of the college, et cetera.
In fact, Friday evening after your last class you were just thinking about a certain redhead when you get a phone call on your cell, Ms. Jackson asking if she can meet you at your apartment to discuss this week's potential targets. Your apartment isn't the most expensive in this town, but considering what most college students live in and your professors salary it's nothing short of stunning in comparison. Dining together on an old family recipe for some Italian, Ms. Jackson takes the conversation to business at hand.
"Well Dr. Heiss, Mrs. Mendez was quite pleased with your performance, she's requested multiple attemps at impregnation actually. We really won't know if she's actually pregnant for another week, but with the fertility drug we gave her it certainly has better then even odds. By the way, her husband takes his secretarial pool on cruises on a regular basis where as we understand it he pretty much has sexual free reign over them. He got back into town yesterday, so while you had done the smart thing to not stay overnight- just so you know you would have gotten away with it. Wouldn't plan on that happening often though."
"Thank you, I'll remember that."
"Good to hear, because here's the next two candidates. First is a standard case, a Mrs. Nguyen, and a special charity case, Mrs. Rayne. Mrs. Nguyen's case is rather normal, a sterile husband living in denial. Mrs. Rayne's case is kind of sad, both her and her husband carry the genes for a fatal heart defect- they've had 2 children who've both died within a couple months of being born. However, their respective families are very socially conservative and will excommunicate them if they try to have children any way but what 'god intended'. Fortunately, we have reason to believe that if their families are under the impression that Mrs. Rayne is carrying a child who isn't her husband's because she was raped. . ."
"Then they can't really blame Mrs. Rayne or her husband."
"Pretty much, just so you know- this time the husband not only knows what's going on but he wants to watch."
"Understood." you saw, looking at the pictures. Mrs. Nguyen is very obviously of Asian decent and seems very athletic from her pictures. Mrs. Rayne isn't as small and firm, but her breasts look like at least c-cups and she's still quite attractive.
"Is there anything stopping me from hitting both of them this weekend?"
"Just your sexual endurance. Just make sure to call us first so we can make any last minute preparations."
So many choices this time. Mrs. Nguyen? Mrs. Rayne? Both? And Ms. Jackson is right here, enjoying your company- you could start with her. . . |