Shy College Student Stuffed by Older Man

"And why do you think that is?"

"Why do I think it is that I don't have a dating life? I mean, look at me, I'm goofy looking."

The campus counselor shakes his head. "Actually, I think you're a pretty young woman. You are not 'goofy looking'."

"Yeah, well, tell that to the guys at this campus. And to think, getting laid was supposed to be easy in college," I quip, emitting a frustrated snort.

"Don't worry, Maya, men your age are often immature, and don't know a good woman when they see one."

"That's nice of you to say, even though it's your job to say such things," I retort, though the bitterness in my voice is noticeable. "But, 'men my age'? You make it sound like I'm middle-aged and past my prime."

His laugh fills the room, a warm and comforting sound. "Far from it. You're just starting out, Maya. This is only the beginning."

"But what if it isn't?" I interject, leaning forward in the plush chair. "What if I'm destined to be alone forever?"

The counselor's expression softens. He takes off his glasses and sets them on his desk before looking directly at me. "Maya, life has a way of showing us that most of the tragedies we fear never happen in the end."

"Yeah, true," I concede. "It's just that I'm frustrated since I haven't gotten laid in a long time. That should tell you something, right?"

His hearty laughter rings through the room once again as he shakes his head. "Maya, you're surely jesting now." His voice carries a hint of amusement, his smile gentle and comforting.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Mr. Stiehlkok, would you sleep with me?" The question hangs in the air, half-jesting and wholly desperate.

I expected him to laugh, as he always did whenever the conversation took a funny turn. He doesn't laugh though. Instead, he looks at me long and hard, his eyes studying my face for any sign of insincerity or deceit. A silence stretches between us, carrying the fate of whatever is destined to happen between us.

"Well, I mean, yes, I would."

The answer hangs in the air for a few seconds, then he adds, "I mean, if we were ever a couple, and agreed to it."

I can spot bullshit, knowing he's saying that since it's what he's supposed to say. The (sizable) bulge in his pants (which he thinks I don't see), tells me otherwise.

"Do you want to end this session early and go back to your place?" I ask, my face straight.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Maya! Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

20 Minutes Later...

The bedroom door opens, Mr. Stiehlkok entering, naked, except for the condom on his dick. All of my clothes are in a neat pile on the carpet, the comforter providing me warmth. His eyes find mine in the dim lighting, and I can almost feel the intensity of his gaze burning through me. He takes a deep breath, his body rigid as if trying to maintain a sense of control over the situation.

Without saying a word, he moves closer to the bed, the moonlight painting his body in hues of silver and shadows. His eyes never leave mine, holding my gaze as the room fills with an unspoken promise. He stops to remove the comforter, revealing my naked body.

"Move your hands, open your legs."

"See? Nothing special," I say, gesturing towards my small-to-modest sized breasts, and the patch of trimmed pubic hair.

"You look wonderful," he retorts, slathering kisses all over my stomach.

The scent of us, now thoroughly mixed and intensified by the heat of our bodies, fills the room. His hands, surprisingly gentle, trace a path along my curves, his fingers dancing in a rhythm only he seems to know. With each kiss, each caress, I feel my body responding to him, my skin tingling under his touch.

The room spins slightly as he positions himself between my open legs and gazes down at me. The tension builds as he holds himself there for a moment, before digging in. Instantly, I start moaning like a slut from a porno, his tongue working wonders. My orgasm is fast and hard, my fingers squeezing my nipples as my liquids spill out.

He pauses momentarily, glancing up at me with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, before continuing his ministrations. His hot breath sends shivers coursing through my body as he begins to explore further, his fingers teasing and probing in time with his tongue. I squirm beneath him, back arching, my hands urgently clutching the sheets beneath us. His name escapes from my lips in a breathy whisper as I brace myself for the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over me.

Before long, Stiehlkok pulls himself up and hovers above me, his gaze intense yet soft. He waits for a moment, asking a silent question in his gaze. Then, with a nod from me, he enters, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

"Oh, Maya," he whines, his voice husky and filled with unspoken desires.

"You're so tight!" The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine, sparking an ember deep within me. His pace is languid at first, all control and precision; but soon the rhythm builds into something faster and deeper, with each thrust matching the beat of our hearts.

My legs are wrapped around his lower back, the bed springs creaking as our skin slaps together. Sweat beads between us, his bare chest sliding against mine with every powerful thrust. His grunts echo in my ears, a soundtrack to the spectacular symphony of pleasure that engulfs us.

Every inch of him is warm and firm, pressing into me in all the right places. A gasp escapes my lips as his fingers entwine with mine, pinning them above my head. A thrilling sense of surrender washes over me, followed by an even stronger wave of arousal. I'm completely at his mercy and it sends sparks of pleasure zipping through my veins.

Leaning down, Stiehlkok’s lips press against mine, our sex even hotter on account of the passionate kissing. The rhythm of our bodies grows more urgent as we succumb to our primal desires. Wordlessly, I flip us over so that I'm straddling him, Stiehlkok's striking blue eyes widening in surprise before adopting a smoky look of desire. Reaching down, I help guide him into me again, both of us moaning. He fingers feel like talons on my ass cheeks, his big white cock spearing me as I moan his name.

My breasts bounce with each downward motion, the sight of it sending him into a frenzy. His fingers dig deeper into my flesh, drawing me closer, his hips meeting mine in a dance of desire. His gaze never leaves mine as we move together, the intimacy of the connection leaving me breathless. I ride his cock until we both orgasm, our bodies collapsing next to each other.

After a bout of post-coital bliss, he breaks the silence. "So, what did you think of that?"