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The sign on my desk says, Perry Goldfinch, Ass't Loan Officer. Impressive, huh? Well it would by at Harvard or Yale, but at this small college, it doesn't mean much. We only have two thousand and I knew quite a few of them because they past through my office for loan approval and paid tuition continuations. I remember a lot of them, especially the hunky boys. And the hunkiest of the hunkies is Spencer Matlin. I have an obsession with the boy and am pleased that he has to check on his athletic scholarship every two months.
Oh to see that boy's earnest looks as he waits while I check his records. I talk outloud and he strains to hear me, he's close enough for me to smell his special Spencer smell, a mixture of Irish Spring, feet and felt BO. Yummy.
What is there about Spencer that gives me wood, and wood that lasts all day just from a glimpse of him on the soccer field. Those tanned, muscular, blond haired legs flashing in the sun. Those tantalizing moments when he kicks his leg high and his shirt rises to show just the top of his perky ass. What a sight he is, with his blond curly hair glinting and his Romanesque face and full lips...a statue come to life.
Now a secret: I think he is a little taken with me. I'm not suggesting that he plays on my team, but he does find me interesting(?), good looking(?), or does he just see me as the keeper of his future. It is true. Unless I open the purse strings he will have to leave college and go home in disgrace and be a garbage man or landscaper gardener, the poor boi.
I stopped my thoughts and took a look at myself in the mirror. Here I was, thirty, but jaunty, smooth cheeked and oval eyed, blue if you must know. My hair was a good feature, thick and brown and wavy with a stubborn curl that falls on my smooth forehead. A nice package (no not that, but yes that!)_
Well it's time for his appointment. He comes in and forces a nervous smile. "Hey, Mr Goldfinch," sounding like a song from a Disney movie.
"Call me Perry," I say intimately, "After all, we've been meeting like this many times. I feel as though I really know you."
He blushed. This boy can really blush. His neck turns red and his whole face flames. I could kiss those hot red cheeks but I have a duty here. "Spencer, things do not look good. I will miss our visits."
"Mr Goldfinch," he blurted out tremulously, tears forming in his chocolate brown eyes and his perfect eyebrows knitting. (Not actually with needles ,but you know what I mean.) "The team needs me. My father will murder me. And, and, I will lose my girlfriend."
That last, that withdrawal of opportunity for fucking was a true disastrous consequence. Boys his age rank anything interfering with their ejaculations as momentous.
I let my power whirl around the boy. Finally I said, "There is one way I might be persuaded to grant your allotment of $10,000 and approve your waiver of tuition and board."
"Oh Perry, anything, I'll do anything. I play harder, make the coach happy, get a "B" average, anything."
"Those are nice ambitions and you should get started with them, but that would cut it. You have to grant a favor to me, one that you might not want, but it is the requirement."
"Sure, anything. " He saw the spit drooling from the side of my mouth. I slurped it in. My eyes were narrowed and throwing sparks of lust.. I must have looked like the Devil himself."
"You mean, something sexual? You and me?"
I nodded.
There was silence for a full three minutes.
Then the wonderful word was whispered in a husky voice, "When?"
I gulped noisily in relief and anticipation. "Why not here, now, unless you have plans."
"Well I was planning to drop in on Ann."
"Oh, I see. A little canoodling at tea time maybe leading to a full fuck. Charming. I bet you are up for that. Let me see."
Spence was wearing those admirable shorts that jokes slip on after practice. You know, all elastic and, and, no underwear. I came around from behind my desk, my own dress pants poofed out in front. (Perhaps "proofed" is a bad choice of words.) I grasped his cock that was pushing out his shorts obscenely. It felt good. In the moment of feeling him I, through years of experience, was able to judge that it was deliciously slim, had a large head and that it was well over eight inches in pulsing length.
He gasped and stepped back.
"That'll never do kiddo. I thought you were committed to this assignment."
He signed. A deep sigh. The sound almost got me off, but I recovered and decided that I should be firmer with the boy. "Get your stuff off and lie here on the futon."
I used a futon in my office instead of the usual couch because we get heavy snow up here (a hint at where this college is located) and often I can't make it back to my pad that is a half hour away through the snow and ice. I camp here in the office.
Wow, he likes taking orders. In a flash he had kicked off his rubber slides, dropped his draws and took off his tee shirt in one motion, you know it, jock-like he put a hand on each side of the shirt and pulled it off.
Holy shirt, what a body. It glowed with hard muscle and a designer six pack. Although his legs were fuzzy, the rest was smooth as a ten year old. His pubes were darker blond than his hair and curly also, extending from one smooth hip to the other. No shaver of man-hair this boy.
I stared so hard at him that he covered his stuff with two large jock hands. I smiled and undid my tie, then shirt and finally kicked off my loafers and was out of my pants in a flash. Only my new red, bikinis were left on. I have to say that my straight jock...shall I say victim....okay, let's say it, stared at my revealed body. He realized that he was caught looking and he blushed again. Now that he was naked, I could see that his blushes passed in waves all the way down to his flat belly. This boy is way cute.
I dropped my underwear. My big cock and hanging balls dropped out. I shook my cock out that was kinda plastered to the indentation of the top of my ball sac. He watched the whole thing.
Spence-boy's cock proved to be as I had Brailled, long, very long and slim. His ball sac was not a hanger but nicely firm and round. The color was nice, matched his pale, pink body skin perfectly. I have seen white kids with purple stuff, shafts that were two toned. My own equipment was darker than my skin color, sort of dark pink. I like it. It's been good to me.
"Lie on your back on the couch," I said with a firm, almost rough voice.
He looked meekly and imploringly at me but he complied. There he was, a slab of male gorgeousness waiting for my next move. His chest was rising and falling in nervousness. He flinched slightly as I sat my naked ass on the couch my bare hip touching his hot ass cheek. His eyes were closed.
I stroked his shoulder. That didn't seem to bother him and I think he purred slightly. But then I moved down to his pink tit. His muscular pecks made the tits over to the side, rather than the middle. They were flat and uninterested until I passed my hand of the right side.
"Don't do that, please. It makes me feel girlish."
"You are my girlie for the time here. Shut up and enjoy it."
I began a soft rapid back and forth motion over his nubbies. They became seriously erected and his breathing deepened. The other effect was that his penis that had been lying innocently against one hip began to levitate as if a string was tied to it and some magician with drawing it up. His foreskin retracted and exposed a cherry red head that was moist with pre cum. This boy was getting with the program.
I took hold of his dick and he jumped and pushed my hand away. "Okay Spencer, get dressed and make arrangements to leave school."
"No, no, it's okay. Go ahead."
That was all I needed. I began to wank him lovingly. In a moment he was breathing so deeply, it was almost a moan. Nice! He was leaking fluid from his piss slit. My hand was so covered, for a moment I thought he had cum.
I threw my legs over his waist, my ass toward him, hoping he would be attracted by my dangling cock and join into the fun and we'd have a 69. Instead a strange thing happened that changed whole plan. He began to blow his hot breath on my ass hole that was revealed before his eyes.
I thought "Oh no! This could be a disaster. I have always resisted anyone making overtures toward my rear door. I know I am supersensitive there because of years of wanking with one hand and stimulating my rear with the other."
I heard him giggle behind me. "You have a happy ass hole Perry. It loves attention. It's behaves like my brother's. At this point he usually begs me to fuck him. How about you?"
I only produced a mixture between a groan and a moan.
"Maybe that's a yes," he said.
I got off him and sat down on the bed. I was panting with excitement and was trying to regain my composure and dominance of the situation. He got up also and stood in front of me smiling broadly. "What's the matter Perry, you hinting something?"
As he said that, he put one finger against my shoulder and pushed. I rolled onto the bed on my back and my long slim hairy legs rose in the air, my knees bent and my ass was exposed to him.
"Okay big sister. I get the hint."
He rubbed my ass hole with the tip of his leaky cock head. That was all it took, I was off in the stars, orbiting the room. He must have watched my face and knew that this was the supreme moment. He moved his body forward and his perfect curved penis slide in smoothly as if it was going home again.
Through my haze of passion I felt his curly pubes tangling with my dark ass fuzz and when he bottomed, he wiggled his ass as if he was doing a victory dance. My prostate was being massaged and sent me further into a frenzy of sexual feeling. I behind humping that joy stick shamelessly, trying to get more sensation out of it. I was hiccupping in passion, playing the greedy fool. I think he was laughing and fucking and enjoying my total surrender.
After his initial decorous thrusts he began fucking me mercilessly. My chute loved it, my hole loved it and I guess I did also as I was almost crying with excitement.
Suddenly his cock crowed and began to spit hot cum into my insides. He stopped moving and was paralyzed by the fury of his orgasm. My own cum was quieter. It was more a cock cum as my penis vomited volumes of spooge, covering my chest and belly.
He pulled out. My hole was stretched and lonely. I heard him pad over to his stuff across the room. Finally I was able to open my eyes and smile at him, just in time to see a flash from the camera in his cell phone.
"It's quite a shot," he said with satisfaction, "It even shows the goo all over your hair belly."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Absolutely nothing if you behave."
"How, behave?"
"Approve everything I need to stay here, plus the money grants. Got it?"
"Yes, but will you be back here again for a repeat?
By this time he was dressed and the door was being held half open. "Maybe."
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