No Average Man 1

Stacy failed the exam. Her professor told her so, but she disagreed. She claimed she knew statistics better than he did, then offered him eleven minutes alone to change his mind. He accepted the deal, though his plans came first. She stepped into his house. He closed the door and reached for her immediately, pushing her against the nearest wall. His mouth found her throat while his hands worked down her blouse, buttons giving way without ceremony. Her skirt followed, shoved to the floor. She stood in heels, lingerie, and nothing else, breathing fast. He turned her around, palms flat against the wall, and stripped off the lace. His fingers slid between her legs, found her wet, and worked two inside without delay. She gasped, hips moving against his hand, spreading wider when he curled them. The pressure built fast; her breath came short and sharp. He freed his cock, pressed the head against her, and pushed in deep on the first thrust. She took all of it, back arching, nails scoring the paint. He fucked her hard, each stroke driving her forward until her forehead rested against the wall and her voice broke into soft, repeated sounds. He pulled out before she came. She turned, went to her knees, and took him into her mouth. Her hand worked the shaft while her tongue circled the head, tasting herself on him. He held her hair, guiding the rhythm, letting her take him deeper until her eyes watered. When he was close, he stopped her, lifted her onto the dining table, and spread her thighs again. He entered her from the front this time, slower at first, then faster. She braced herself on her elbows, watched him slide in and out, her cunt glistening each time he withdrew. Her orgasm hit without warning, legs shaking, voice rising. He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, and came inside her with a low, rough sound. Eleven minutes had passed. She smiled, still breathing hard, and asked if he wanted to discuss those grades now.