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Aziraphale Fell had always wanted to be a professor, like his father and his grandfather before him. He had dedicated his life to achieving that goal and then at only forty, he’d managed to attain a rather prestigious position at Oxford University as an English literature professor in the Languages Department. He was very proud of himself and it was worth every hour of study, every late night and the considerable amount that he’d paid in student loans. It would mean doing his favourite things: teaching, sharing his passion for books, and reading, all at the same time. Of course, teaching had its ups and downs, but thankfully, a good school like Oxford had more ups. The only thing that could be considered a problem to Aziraphale was the usually stressed-out students who showed up during his office hours and that he spied crying in the library. But he knew what that was like from personal experience. Attending such a prestigious school wasn’t easy. Therefore, he was genuinely good at reassuring the students and giving them a little nudge in the right direction. So, he thought he was doing well in this new position.
Then Miss AJ Crowley walked in at the beginning of the new year and challenged Aziraphale in every way possible. She stood out right from the start. At first, Aziraphale would admit that he misjudged her. She wore dark makeup and black nail polish, revealing black clothes, and always donned heavy black boots. He had suspected she might be a troublemaker. She didn’t blend in with her university friends and she seemed very happy about that. She was making a statement, that much was clear. He quickly learnt that she was, in fact, a fascinating character. Not only was she intelligent, arguing her unique point of view and producing coursework that had Aziraphale gripped, but she was fantastically witty. She kept him on his toes. She always had something funny to say at his lectures and he found himself excited when he knew she was due to his class.
That wasn’t the only thing… She was astonishingly gorgeous. She was tall and slender, her hair a rich dark scarlet, and considering her pretty face was decorated with a plethora of freckles, he suspected that beautiful hair was natural.
Aziraphale thought about her far more than what was decent. He knew it was forbidden, but he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. She was a student and more importantly, she was probably twenty years younger than him.
So when she started flirting with him, Aziraphale gave her the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps she didn’t realise how she was coming across? She was young, after all. But AJ turned up for the last study slot in his bookable office hours for weeks. Every Friday, like clockwork, she was there. She never did anything but ask him a question—one that Aziraphale knew that AJ already knew the answer to. Then she’d hang around his office making small talk. But by the time a few months had passed, AJ’s skirt was so short that Aziraphale had been forced to remain seated behind his desk—something that brought him just as much shame as it did excitement.
A pretty young girl like her didn’t deserve some old man lusting over her. Aziraphale was under no disillusions that he was some kind of sexy professor. He was greying and soft around the middle. The excitable blond man, who was slender and fit, with a rather handsome face, was gone. Time had caught him up. He had spent all his years with his head in books, therefore he’d never really taken advantage of when he was young and virile. That was probably why it was catching him up now. It was very inappropriate and he’d had to have many stern talks with himself about it. It was an inconvenience more than anything else.
But after several months, Aziraphale realised that his pathetic little crush was becoming a very big problem and that AJ seemed to want exactly that. She was doing it on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew that the aging professor was attracted to her. He wasn’t sure how because he was professional at all times. He never said or did anything that might give away how he was feeling, but somehow, she had figured it out. Perhaps something was giving it away? He just didn’t know what.
He tried to ignore it. He tried to pretend that he hadn’t noticed. But that just seemed to encourage the young woman to seek his attention even more. Was it possible that she thought he was playing hard to get? Or maybe it was some kind of game to her? That was probably more likely. Someone like AJ could probably have anyone she wanted. She had a pick of fine young men around her who would probably grow up to be rich and successful. A lot of the students here went on to be very successful lawyers, politicians, and business owners. There was no doubt she’d end up with a handsome millionaire and would go on to be a powerful, independent, strong-willed woman with her own successes.
Perhaps she was just bored and this was a form of entertainment for her—playing with an old man’s heart and teasing him, seeing if he’d snap. After all, what would a beautiful girl want with a stuffy old professor?
It was getting out of hand. Aziraphale vowed to talk to her about it.
***
With a sharp smile, AJ batted her long, mascara-laden lashes in the direction of her professor—and also the subject of one too many late-night fantasies. Her favourite part of every week was coming to his lecture to watch the smart, articulate, and happy Professor Fell talk animatedly about whichever author was on the syllabus for the week.
There was just something about him that made learning much, much more interesting. AJ was also certain that his talented tongue could engage her in a much more satisfying way—for both of them.
From the moment that she’d stepped into his lecture hall all those months ago, she had felt enchanted by him. His bubbly personality, his beaming smile, and his genuine passion for his job had drawn her in. He was nothing like any of the other professors. He always was so patient and kind to everyone, even when students asked stupid questions that made her roll her eyes. He was also incredibly easy on the eyes for his age. He was tall and broad, with a handsome face, and he had platinum blonde hair that was greying at the front a little and a full beard. She wondered if it was soft. She wondered what it would feel like against her sensitive thighs…
“Professor, I have a question for you,” AJ began as she pushed the office door closed behind her with the heel of her heavy leather boot. She strutted across the small space until she reached his desk and perched on it, facing the angelic, curly-haired professor.
Aziraphale resolutely focused on being professional and tried not to look at the tiny leather skirt she was wearing today, legs covered in fishnets. Instead, he looked at her face, but that was really no better. She looked very lovely today, wearing dark makeup with a mess of red curls framing her pretty face. He immediately scolded himself. He was trying not to encourage this behaviour. He needed to nip it in the bud and take some responsibility.
“Do you actually have a question, Miss Crowley? Or is this another excuse to be alone with me?” he asked, deciding to face the issue head-on. He’d tried beating about the bush, he’d tried ignoring it, and the only thing left was to face it directly. She wasn’t going to stop. She’d turned up today in a corset and skirt so short that he’d see her panties if he really tried.
AJ was shocked at first, but her lips soon morphed into an exhilarated smile as she watched her professor with awe. She hadn’t seen this forthright side to him before, though she had suspected – rather, hoped – it had existed. The thought of being ordered around by Professor Fell caused young AJ to shiver. She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the way the fabric pulled taut against her skinny thighs.
“Hmm, that depends. Which answer results in you hauling me over your knee and spanking me?” she questioned, biting her bottom lip. AJ allowed her thighs to slip open wide enough that her professor might see just how little she was wearing underneath.
Aziraphale gulped, his eyes shooting back to her face. That skirt was really, very short. He had expected that she would withdraw at his words, embarrassed and then leave. He should have known that she would do the exact opposite and be encouraged. He gave her a stern look that he hoped was convincing.
“That’s completely inappropriate, my dear,” he told her firmly, pushing back in his chair to put a little distance between the two of them.
It felt suddenly very hot in the room and he hoped that he wasn’t blushing. He glanced towards the door. AJ had kicked it shut behind her and as usual, this was his last slot of the evening. No one was going to interrupt them. The halls would be empty at this time. Maybe this was as good a time as any to get to the bottom of this behaviour.
“I’m your teacher and you must know that you could get yourself into a spot of trouble saying such things. What would you do if some other teacher took you up on that offer?” he challenged her. “Anyone could take advantage of a sweet little thing like you.” He frowned at her, genuinely concerned. If she was acting this way with the other professors, then he knew for a fact several that might take advantage. He didn’t trust Gabriel at all.
AJ grinned like the cat who got the cream. “Is that your first thought when you look at me?” she questioned, leaning forward and allowing her ample cleavage to show over the top of her tight black corset. “That I’m some sweet, pretty little thing waiting to be taken advantage of? If so, I wouldn’t be against the idea, professor.” She leant forward and took the man’s tie in her fingers, playing with it.
Aziraphale suddenly forgot every word in the English language as AJ stepped into his space. He should tell her to back off but her words were right and that got him thinking. He supposed that was how he saw her. Just a little slip of a thing, pretty and intelligent, interesting in all the ways that he liked best.
But she’s a student, he reminded himself again. He was in a position of power over her, and letting her continue this nonsense would be an abuse of that.
“My dear, I don’t think you’ve really thought this through,” he said gently, trying to let her down as softly as possible. He softly pushed her away.
He remembered being in his early twenties, everything felt so big and new and shiny, he could see why a forbidden romp with a professor might seem like a good idea. But she would look back and regret it. She would realise all too late that she was just lonely and the man should have sat her down and told her no.
The obvious rejection made AJ’s throat close and her cheeks flush. She felt an odd mixture of determination and embarrassment swirl within her. It didn’t help that she was also incredibly horny and not wearing any underwear. Was he really going to send her away? Without even a kiss? Was she that repulsive?
Anger welled up inside her and before she could think better of it, she snapped. “How do you know what I’ve thought about? You don’t have a single clue. I think about you so much that it drives me crazy, Professor Fell. I can’t study, I can’t sleep…” She trailed off, shaking her head and feeling her vibrant, copper curls sashay around her face. “How can I carry on with the rest of my life like normal now that I know someone as perfect as you exists?”
The words hit Aziraphale hard and he tried not to show how affected he was by her statement. Perfect? He’d never been called perfect in his entire life. He’d had flings, of course, one-night stands, short relationships that had burnt hot and then vanished as quickly as they’d appeared. But no one had ever made him feel desired before. Hearing those words from a young woman who was undeniably stunning had him stumbling over his words, nervous like the situation was reversed. Like it was she who had all the power here.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he replied. “Can’t you see that I’m just some old, washed-up professor? I’m not anything special, Crowley. Look at me. Whatever this fantasy is that you’ve built up… it’s just that… it’s a fantasy. It’s not real.” The words pained him to force out, but he knew that it was the right thing to do.
It hurt. AJ could feel her heart aching in her chest as if she had been stabbed. It was the worst possible outcome and AJ wanted to slap herself for not seeing it coming. For attending his office at all in her stupidly short skirt like a desperate slut begging for his attention. The heat on her face grew until it spread across her nose and down her neck. AJ gulped back the sadness she didn’t want to feel and clenched her fists together.
“It’s not a fantasy. I know that. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me. I know you feel it too,” she argued, clinging to the last arguments she had to try and convince this beautiful man to just take what she was so freely offering.
Aziraphale immediately felt terrible as he watched the effect of his words take their toll on poor AJ’s fragile heart. Perhaps he had been a little too firm with her. He gave her a soft smile, reaching out to touch her arm to give some comfort.
“It doesn’t… it doesn’t matter what I feel,” Aziraphale admitted, gulping thickly. “And please don’t take it as an insult to your character. You are… you’re very beautiful, Crowley. I’m sure a nice young man will come along and sweep you off your feet.”
She wasn’t thinking about a nice young man. She was thinking about the man right in front of her, so desperately trying to do the right thing. It just made her want him more. This is it. This is my chance, AJ thought as delight danced in her bright eyes. If she didn’t seize the opportunity now, it might slip from her grasp forever, and AJ couldn’t live with that. Not when such a handsome, curly-haired angel was right in front of her very eyes.
“You find me beautiful, Professor Fell?” she questioned, inching closer to the man in front of her. “Please, tell me what you think is beautiful about me, sir. I really, really want to know.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him seductively, spreading her legs wider as she leant toward him.
Aziraphale’s mouth was dry. He was still sitting in his office chair, AJ leaning against his desk, her thighs spread slightly. He glanced at the door again, debating leaving. He could walk out right now and stop this nonsense. But a part of him wanted to see if AJ was right. Was this thing between them just a fantasy? What if… what if AJ was right, and he was wrong? It wouldn’t be the first time. He’d read through many an essay of hers where she brought a point of view that he’d never seen before. He found himself reading and rereading it, and giving her pages of feedback. Could this be one of those times, where she was seeing things clearly and he was just being too stubborn? It wasn’t against the rules to date a student… just very, very frowned upon…
“You… you must know what you look like, AJ, and I’m just a man. I’m not blind. You come to my classes in those short skirts and flimsy t-shirts, that leather jacket…”
His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he tried to collect himself, but unfortunately, he failed. When they opened again, he gave in to the temptation. Just a peek wouldn’t hurt. Looking couldn’t hurt… could it?
His eyes dragged over her pretty face, admiring the freckles on her cheeks and her nose. He followed them downwards, over her collarbone and to the soft swell of her breasts. How far did those freckles go? He thought about pushing that black jacket off of her, about pulling her flimsy top down so her breasts would spill over the top to her corset, about pushing that skirt up just a couple of inches so he could see what was hiding underneath.
Aziraphale licked his lips, his cock stirring and then finally looked back at her face, guiltily.
It was a joy to see how clearly AJ was affecting this sweet, honourable man. His eyes were dilated as they looked at her and sweat was clear on his face. Why did he want to fight the attraction he felt for her? It made no sense. Together, she was certain they could make magic, so why couldn’t he just see things from her point of view? Frustration of more than one kind welled within her.
“So, you like the short skirts and the leather then?” she replied, slowly shuffling the thick fabric of her jacket down her arms until it was hanging off. Her pale shoulders were bare now and she grinned at her professor, feeling much like a predator cornering her prey.
Aziraphale resisted groaning at the soft display of her pale skin as it was revealed to him. It had been a long time since he’d had such an attractive woman interested in him. Not ever, if he was really honest with himself. Crowley was absolutely ethereal and he struggled to look away. She was way out of his league, he knew that much. Even when he was young and attractive he wouldn’t have dared to even approach her.
He nodded a little, not trusting himself to say anything else out loud. He was messing this up and he was confused. He just didn’t know which way was up.
“That’s a good start at least,” AJ continued as her confidence bolstered. She allowed the jacket to slip further down her shoulders until it landed with a thud on the professor’s desk.
“Somehow, I think you’ll like me even more once I take the clothes off,” AJ added with a smirk. “What do you say? Should we test that theory?” She reached for the laces at the front of her corset and began to slowly pull them undone.
Aziraphale squeaked. He tried to tell her to stop, he tried to force the words out but he fell short. He was fully hard just watching her hands on her clothes, the prospect of what was to come making him burn hot with desire.
When her corset came loose from her body, AJ released the laces and grinned, allowing the fabric to slip down her body a little further. She shuffled off of the edge of the desk and took two short steps to close the gap between her and the professor. She placed both legs on either side of his knees, standing dangerously close to straddling him.
“Come on, Professor, don’t you want to know what my body feels like under here?” she asked, as she spoke, her hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and she allowed her fingers to find the soft curls of her cunt.
The sight of AJ doing this mere inches away from him was enough to drive Aziraphale to madness. He’d never seen something so sinful and sexual in his entire life. Was she really going to take all of her clothes off in front of him?
“I… I shouldn’t,” he said, rather pathetically as his control slipped further and further with every second that passed.
“Your loss,” AJ told him, rolling her pretty eyes. With an indulgent moan, AJ slipped two slim fingers between her labia. She was already so wet and she wanted the professor to know exactly who had got her into this state. She played with her clit, rubbing over it.
“Can’t you see what you do to me, sir?” she asked in a husky voice. “All I want is some satisfaction, after months of torment. Is that so much to ask for?”
Aziraphale gripped the arms of his chair hard, eyes wide. As she shifted, her skirt rose upwards. Wide-eyed and frozen, he realised that AJ wasn’t wearing any underwear and she was masturbating mere inches away from him. He caught a glimpse of ginger and he immediately felt feral and snapped his eyes away.
To sweeten the deal, AJ pulled her skirt up further, hiking it up to show the professor her pussy.
He really, really tried not to look.
But those fishnet tights were hold-ups, clinging to her slender thighs. And fuck, those thighs were dotted with freckles. He avoided looking where she was touching, but it was inevitable that he give in. He looked. He gulped thickly and then licked his lips. He stared longingly at her pretty cunt, at the shock of damp ginger curls and the way her fingers were shiny and wet. She pressed two against her labia, spreading herself for him, showing him her little pink hole. He gulped thickly as the scent of her arousal started to fill the small space around them. He could smell her cunt and it made his mouth water. She was soaked, clearly getting off on this little game she was playing. His heart was hammering in his chest. She looked so erotic like that, putting on a show for him and what a show it was for a lonely, touch-starved professor.
“See? It’s obvious that you want me,” AJ continued as her fingers slipped between her lips over and over. “Although, I am more than capable of bringing myself pleasure if you’d prefer to sit there and watch. I know some people are into that.” Her eyes darkened and she smiled at him wide while she played with herself. AJ made an effort to give him a good look, sliding her legs further open, and moaning uninhibitedly. If this wasn’t enough to break the professor, she wasn’t sure what would.
“Instead of my fingers, think how good it would feel if you were inside me,” AJ narrated as she looked down at where her fingers rubbed at her clit. She moaned and without further hesitation, sank two fingers into her needy, waiting hole until they reached the second knuckle.
Aziraphale felt like he was on the edge. He needed to stop this. He should look away. He should—
But her hands were so tiny, those fingers mustn’t feel like much for her. She deserved a good seeing to, at the very least. Looking at her, she was half naked and a needy, desperate little thing. Maybe he could do it just once and she would get it out of her system. He could touch her better than all those boys who probably fumbled and left her unsatisfied. Maybe she just needed a good fuck.
“Come here,” Aziraphale demanded as he broke. He finally stood and batted her hand away from herself. “Naughty little thing,” he scolded her, but his words were soft as he pulled her into a kiss.
He reached for her pussy straight away, making up for lost time. He rubbed across the length of it, slicking up his fingers before delving between her labia and shoving a single finger into her tight hole.
Surprise overwhelmed AJ as all her prayers were answered. Professor Fell wasted no time burying his digit deep inside her and the suddenness of it made AJ groan. Air rushed out of her lungs and her legs buckled. She wrapped her arms around Aziraphale’s neck to hold herself up as he pushed her back against the desk.
“See? I knew I was right. You looked like you’d be a g-good fuck,” AJ managed to bite out between breathy gasps. Aziraphale’s fingers were working their magic inside her, stroking her sensitive skin with relish.
The professor let out a breathless laugh as he fingered her. She was virgin-tight, so much so that he could only fit a single finger inside. That shouldn’t be so hot but it was. Her pussy was scalding hot inside and so wet.
“Fuck, you’re absolutely sopping,” he groaned as his palm was quickly soaked.
It was blissful to let himself indulge in this. When was the last time he’d got to make a pretty girl come? He honestly couldn’t remember. Since it was a one-time thing, he was determined to make the most of it. He circled his finger, aiming for her g-spot and when he found it he rubbed against it hard.
Burying her head in his shoulder, AJ screamed in bliss as the professor played with her pussy. It was incredible how he managed to nail her most sensitive area with ease. Needy whines and mewls left her throat as she began to roll her hips, riding his hand with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm.
“It’s all for you, sir,” AJ told him, her voice husky and seductive. “You’re the one who made me so fucking wet. Please, don’t leave me unsatisfied.” Her words died at the end as she cried out in pleasure again.
The words made Aziraphale want to never stop. How could anyone leave AJ unsatisfied? If she belonged to him then he would sink to his knees every day and worship her pretty cunt. She would never doubt how wanted she was, how wonderfully brilliant. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pressed inside her over and over.
“Oh, God,” AJ cried, clutching hard onto Aziraphale’s blazer as pleasure coursed through her body. As soon as she could manage it, AJ dropped one of her hands between their bodies and palmed at her professor’s crotch. There was a large bulge there that did not disappoint and AJ licked her lips as she squeezed it.
Aziraphale groaned. “You don’t have to do that,” he told her, gently batting her hand away. He didn’t want her touching him because she felt like she had to. This wasn’t about that. This was about her. About how she felt. Getting this out of her system.
AJ pouted but obeyed.
Aziraphale paused what he was doing. He pulled his finger out and then slipped another inside with it, playing at her entrance and making sure she could take it. He slipped it inside gently, his thick fingers stretching her. Then he brought his other hand down and started to massage her clit. He rubbed it just right, not pressing too hard or being too teasing, but instead, his goal was to make her come.
“Professor…” AJ cried, her voice twisted beautifully in pleasure. “Professor, your fingers feel so good inside me. Please don’t stop. I… I’m so close.”
The words made the usually put-together professor fall apart at the seams. He wanted that. He wanted to feel her come, to feel the soft pulse of her pussy as he made her tip over the edge. Unable to stop himself, he pulled her kissed as he continued to finger her like he was starving for her body.
Desperation fuelled AJ’s every action. Her arms clung to the professor, and she clutched his body tight to her own with one bent leg. Shudder after shudder wracked her needy body as her nails dug into Aziraphale’s tweed blazer. She moaned into their kiss, humping her greedy hips into his hand with every pump of his thick fingers.
“Oh, hell…”
Aziraphale groaned into her neck. His cock was so fucking hard, he was probably leaking inside his boxers. He hammered his fingers into her, pushing her back against the desk fully. He wanted to make her come so badly. He wanted to sink to his knees and to taste her pussy. God, he could fuck her right here and it would be so easy. She wanted it, she’d begged for it, so why was he resisting? He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t fucking desperate to have her.
“Do you…” He paused his movements, panting against her neck. “Do you really want me to fuck you?”
He was weak. He was so weak.
The climax of AJ’s orgasm died just as she neared it when his fingers stopped and a frustrated groan left her lips at the disappointment. Her pussy was positively aching with need; her lips were dripping with proof of how strong that desire was.
“Please, please, please,” AJ begged in a breathy whisper, her fingers clutching at him tightly. “Please fuck me, professor. You can use any hole you want, just please fuck me until I come on that big dick of yours.”
Aziraphale didn’t need to be told twice, he moved his hands from her long enough to get his trousers open and his cock out. He manhandled her onto the edge of the desk, gripping under her thighs and half pushing her back as he spread her thighs. Her cunt was a pretty sight, leaking all over his desk, flushed pink with need and red curls soaked. He licked his lips and debated dropping to his knees instead, but his selfish desire to take her won.
He rubbed his cock against her slit, feeling the heat of her and he moaned. She was so soft and wet, and she whined and bucked under the touch. He wasn’t going to tease her. He didn’t have it in him. He reached down to line up.
“Shhhh, nice and gentle,” he told her as he pressed against her hole. He didn’t push straight inside, he was too thick for that, but he gave her just the tip, trying to let her adjust. She was young and overeager in her arousal. He had no desire to hurt her.
AJ couldn’t believe how good her luck turned out. The hot, thick head of her professor’s cock was teasing her tight little hole, easing her taut channel open for him, and she was already lost to the incredible pleasure she felt.
“Please, don’t tease me, professor,” AJ mewled against his neck. “Just take me. I know you want to.” The horny student sank down another inch, burying Aziraphale’s cock further into her tight heat.
Aziraphale felt like his breath had been punched out of him as he started to sink inside. “Jesus, fuck,” he cursed under his breath. He gripped her thighs hard and paused once his hips were flush against her. He moaned at the feel of her tight cunt gripping him. He’d never fucked someone so tiny before and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He started to move, fucking her hard and deep.
Every sensual movement of the older man’s hips was driving AJ wild. Inside her, Aziraphale’s cock was bare and throbbing, rubbing against her slick, sensitive walls and carving out a space for himself deep inside her. With no barrier between them, AJ could feel every perfect inch of him as he fucked her against the table with reckless abandon.
“Touch my tits, professor,” AJ pleaded in a breathy voice.
Aziraphale grabbed at her flimsy vest that was under her corset, and pulled it down at the front, exposing her bare tits—why was it so hot that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath? It made his cock throb. And of course even her tits were fucking perfect, her nipples pink and hard. He kissed his way down to her neck and cupped her left breast, squeezing her nipple until it was hard under his fingertips.
“Such perfect fucking tits and a nice tight pussy,” Aziraphale said with a groan. She felt like a dream. This couldn’t be real. This was like something out of a porno. Things like this didn’t happen in real life.
His words caused the fire in AJ’s lower belly to grow stronger, to burn hotter. Unable to stop herself, AJ’s pussy was gripping Aziraphale’s dick tight, clutching every inch of him closer until it became harder and harder for the professor to pull out. One of her hands dropped to his balls and gave them a sharp tug.
The young woman was smug as she looked up at him through fluttering lashes. Her lipstick was smudged and her lips were parted as though awaiting something to fill them was their natural state of being.
“Tell me this is the best pussy you’ve ever had,” AJ whispered in a sinfully low voice. “Tell me you want me to come back here every week. I’ll let you fuck my sweet little pussy until you just can’t get enough. Isn’t that what you want, professor?”
Aziraphale burnt hot at the words and he nodded, unable to lie to her while he was in such a vulnerable position. “You’re right. I love fucking your cunt,” he groaned. “I fucking love it.” There was so much truth to her words, he couldn’t deny it. He had told himself that this would happen just the once, he had been convinced she might fuck him and then lose interest, but his heart was hopeful. “I want that. I would take you whenever you wanted,” he agreed, the confession making pleasure pulse hard in his cock and balls, those clever hands making him fall to pieces inside. “For as… as long as you still want me.”
Inevitably, this wouldn’t end well. He was old and she was young and beautiful with her entire life ahead of her. They would never be more than this and that was a disappointing thought, but probably for the best. AJ deserved someone hot and young, who could give her everything. But he was going to enjoy this while he still could.
AJ was losing the ability to talk as Aziraphale fucked her harder and harder over the desk. She fastened her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his arse to encourage every thrust.
“I’m so close again,” she told him as he began to nail her g-spot with the blunt head of his cock. “I want to come on your cock, professor.”
Aziraphale reached between them to where their bodies were joined, then he softly rubbed her clit as he hammered into her. He bit into his bottom lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm in favour of making her come. He watched his thick cock disappear into her over and over and had to close his eyes, the sight too much. This whole experience was going to be revisited in his nightly fantasies for the rest of his life. He was certain that he would never, ever have another encounter like this one. There wasn’t a single person in existence who could hold a candle to AJ.
“Yes, yes, right there! I knew you’d be so good at this,” AJ cried as ecstasy enveloped her. Her breathing was harsh and fast, panting like an animal in heat, as she rode his cock as best she could with the little vantage she had from the desk.
Before long, AJ could feel her toes curling, her chest tightening, and her thighs tensing. Her cunt squeezed the professor’s cock once and then she was lost. Hot, wet come gushed from her and soaked her lover’s cock while she screamed his name until her voice was hoarse.
Aziraphale couldn’t help it, the moment he felt her throbbing and coming all over his cock, he tipped over the edge. His orgasm hit him so hard that he felt like he blacked out for a few seconds. He didn’t even have enough sense to pull out, instead, he filled her with hot come, soaking her insides as he moaned. Oh, god. What had he done?
“Fuck, sorry,” he panted as he quickly pulled out. He looked down at the mess he had made, her hole gaping a little as his come flooded from her. It looked wrecked. “That was so rude of me.” His face flamed. He couldn’t believe that he’d just done that. He’d completely lost control.
AJ couldn’t speak right away. She needed a moment or two to recover from the hottest fuck of her life. She took in two deep breaths before she could manage to say, “Oh, please. I’m not sure I would have let you pull out even if you’d tried.”
She shot him a sultry smirk and then huffed a laugh, sweat dampening her brow. AJ made no move to dress herself, instead looking perfectly at ease to remain debauched and half-naked on Aziraphale’s desk. With a sigh of contentment, AJ reached into her leather jacket and pulled out her cigs and a lighter. She lit a cigarette and placed it between her lips.
Aziraphale huffed. “Dear girl, you can’t… you…” He stared at her and realised that he was never going to win. AJ was always going to have something over him and she was going to do as she pleased whether she liked it or not. “That’s not good for you,” he finished weakly and then started attempting to clean himself off. He grabbed some tissues he kept on his desk for tearful students and cleaned himself up the best he could. He offered the box to AJ.
With her free hand, AJ pulled a couple of tissues free and wiped at the mess between her legs. Finally, she pulled her skirt down and tugged the laces tight on her corset once more while the cigarette hung from her lips. Once she was looking half-decent, she ruffled her hair and turned her attention back to Aziraphale.
“So, when can I see you again, professor?” she asked presumptuously.
Aziraphale frowned. “Monday morning, for your 10 am lecture,” he told her, avoiding what she really meant.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” AJ replied, her voice dripping with insinuation as she lifted her leather jacket and threw it over her shoulder. “Oh, one last thing.”
She waited for Aziraphale to glance in her direction before she spoke again.
“Call me Crowley. All my friends do.” She stunned him with a dazzling smile before heading for the door, leaving the poor professor wondering how he was going to make it through the rest of the year.