Teaser: She had lost the ability to imagine that this moment would ever come to an end. His cock in her cunt dominated her every thought. This assault on her body was a never-ending sequence of thrusts into her lap with an intensity that seemed to diverge to infinity. Despite knowing that this was impossible, she felt like every new advance had him reach a little deeper still, as if the occupation of her most intimate space could be extended without limit. And then, her tortured mind did find a refuge, one that was even more cruel than the agony of what her professor was doing to her: the voice of her mother.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:
- Chapter 1 - Part 1
- Chapter 1 - Part 2
- Chapter 2 - Part 1
- Chapter 2 - Part 2
- Chapter 3 - Part 1
- Chapter 3 - Part 2
- Chapter 4 - Part 1
- Chapter 4 - Part 2
- Chapter 5 - Part 1
- Chapter 5 - Part 2
- Chapter 5 - Part 3
- Author Notes
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Title: Late Satisfaction
Author: @Claire
My stories: Claire's Cesspool of Sin
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This is a translation of my German story Späte Genugtuung. This was translated by myself and I took some creative liberties with the translation, more than you probably would translating someone else's work. Based on the translation I came up with, I had AI make suggestions for small changes, some of which I adopted but not all of them. But overall, this is not an AI translation but a translation created by me, the original author.
Late Satisfaction is a sister story to Record Chaser. It takes place at the same time in the same place and features some of the same characters, and references the same events every now and then. But both stories can be read in isolation and there is no suggested order for what you should read first. But you might enjoy the occasional reference or easter egg if you already read Record Chaser.
Technically, Venus' Touch is also part of the same universe. Let me know if you spot the connection. I'll rate your reply with 3 points if you get it right.
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Late Satisfaction
Chapter 1 - Part 1
He was furious with himself. From an outsider’s perspective it would have been difficult to understand what had him so upset. A student had sent him an email and he had answered her. With him being her professor, there was nothing extraordinary about that. Of course, the content of their correspondence could have made him lose his composure. But that wasn’t the reason either. She had asked him whether he would have time for a meeting over the course of the next few days. Apparently, she was struggling with her studies and wanted to ask him for advice. He in turn had been understanding and offered her to come by his office tomorrow. He was used to helping out freshmen who struggled with the difficulty of the introductory mathematics courses. He had gained a positive reputation with his students this way. What infuriated him was not this exchange of two completely innocent emails. It was the fact that this everyday interaction with her was enough to let his penis grow so hard as if neither he himself nor his wife had touched it in months.
The last two months had been hell for him. He had recently turned 47, was a professor of mathematics, happily married, and the new semester had just begun. He, Anthony Robertson, enjoyed his hard-earned reputation as a patient, understanding, and rhetorically gifted professor. His capability to convey complex mathematical concepts in an easy-to-understand way and his genuine interest in his students’ success had made him quite popular. He had life figured out. If somebody had asked him whether he was happy, his answer would have been a resounding yes. That is, until she stepped into his life.
She was Eleanor Price, a first-year mathematics student attending his Math 221: Introduction to Linear Algebra lecture. He didn’t know her, but she had immediately caught his eye. That wasn’t surprising in and of itself. Even in the current day, mathematics is a field dominated by men. Naturally, the minority of young women stood out visually in the predominantly male audience. When she came up to him after the first lecture to ask a follow-up question, he also noticed how tall she was. Around 5 feet 11 inches, he estimated - about his own height. That first interaction between them had been unremarkable. He had perceived her as polite, and eager to learn.
He had also noticed how he felt captivated by her from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Even her tiniest gestures aroused him to no end. The way she tucked her hair behind her ears. How she briefly grabbed her nose when she was unsure how to precisely phrase her question. How she used her pinky instead of her index finger to point toward a spot in her notes marked with a question mark. He had tried to dismiss all of it as irrelevant. His profession naturally involved dealing with younger women. And this particular one he found charming and attractive. There was nothing wrong with that. But when his pants became uncomfortably tight and he had to be vigilant so she wouldn't notice the growing bulge, it became undeniable that something was off.
Eleanor had occupied his mind ever since. At first, he had tried to deny it. Right before the next lecture, he had masturbated. He had become erect in her presence because he hadn’t come in a while. Sex with his wife had become a rare occurrence, a perfectly normal development after being a couple for 20 years. At least, that was his hypothesis. For the first 15 minutes of his lecture, he felt validated. She had listened to him intently, and despite her watching him the entire time, he had been able to conduct his lecture normally. But when the student to her right asked her a question and she put her finger on her lips while she contemplated her answer, he was done for. His still-exhausted penis jumped in his pants. Before anybody could notice, he had retreated behind the safety of the lectern to shield his crotch from the view of judgmental eyes.
The last time he had masturbated this much, he must have been 15 or 16, of that he was sure. But it didn’t matter. No matter how often he came, whether with the help of his wife or on his own, Eleanor’s allure gave him no rest. For the first time in 15 years, he held his lecture mostly from behind the lectern, unable to command the atmosphere in the lecture hall with his usual presence. Whenever he took the elevator to his office on the 13th floor, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to push Eleanor against the wall, shove her panties aside, and plunge his hard cock into her. He wouldn’t need the entire ride to fill her with his sperm. Later, Eleanor would attend his lecture, and he’d notice the exact moment his semen would drip out of her by the blush on her face. The thought of his cum gluing her wet panties to her labia was intoxicating. When the elevator arrived on the 13th floor, he shook his head realizing how cheesy this fantasy was. He made a mental note to never write erotica.
The worst part was how utterly helpless he felt. He didn’t have the faintest idea why this particular girl seemed to have such a hold on his soul. Of course, there were young women he found attractive. But he couldn’t say that he had started to fetishize them as he increased in age, as other men did during a mid-life crisis. Nor had he ever had a particular preference for tall women. Sometimes, Eleanor felt weirdly familiar to him. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember ever meeting her before.
He had opened his pants and was stroking his dick. He needed the brief relief of climax to be able to focus on the promise he made to his wife - continue watching Better Call Saul. Fortunately, she had welcomed his increased libido. But he knew that it was only a matter of time until she grew suspicious of his out-of-control sexual desire. In his mind, he was back in the lecture hall. Three hundred students were hanging on his every word about vector spaces while Eleanor was blowing him, hidden beneath the lectern. He was long since past the point where he pretended to think of anyone but Eleanor while he jerked himself off. He moaned as he neared his climax. He was already past the point of no return when he heard his wife call for him from the living room.
“Anthony, are you coming soon? Dinner is getting cold!”
His eyes flew open, and he let go of his penis immediately. He wanted to reply, but it was impossible for him to speak in his usual voice. Hot sperm burst from his cock and splashed with high pressure against the tabletop of his desk from below. The violent twitching of his cock was slowly fading as his wife’s steps drew closer. His empty penis was still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm. He hastily tucked it back into his pants.
“Anthony? Did you hear me?”
His wife stood in the doorway. He had moved suspiciously close to the desk and was begging her in his thoughts not to come any closer.
“Yes… I mean, no. I meant to reply to one more email from a student, but I guess I dozed off for a moment instead. Today was exhausting, with the midterms being so close.”
Marla cast him a loving gaze.
“You know, it won’t kill your students if for once they have to wait a day for a reply from you.”
He smiled back at her.
“Two more minutes, then I’ll join you.”
She nodded and went back downstairs. He didn’t need two minutes to send his reply, he had done that already. He needed the time to clean up the semen dripping from the desk. He was almost done when another reply from Eleanor came in. She was grateful for his help, and agreed to the appointment he had offered her. Tomorrow, he’d be alone with her in his office.
With an exhausted sigh, he got out of his chair and headed to the living room where his wife was waiting for him. He already knew that they’d have sex later tonight. And he was ashamed that he wouldn’t think of her for even a second while they did it. Tomorrow at noon, he’d meet with Eleanor. He hadn’t replied to her email the entire afternoon, desperate to find a reason to deny her request to meet with him. He wasn’t a man of faith. But just in case he was wrong and there was some higher power out there after all, he hoped it looked down on him favorably.
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