Dusville Confessions Ch. 01: Yule

Yule Edition

My name is Avery Yule. I have been a professor here at DVU for about 7 years now. My 40th birthday is around the corner and everything at home has become so lack-luster to me. My husband is boring. Same routine every week. He doesn't know how to be spontaneous. It’s always the same restaurants, same TV shows and the same tired ass sex. He is always so focused on his work. He owns the second largest company in the city and he is a bail bondsman. Everyone knows my husband and nobody dares to try him... Except for me. You can’t tell me shit. I’m the boss. I have dedicated my life to being one of the only black women in the city to accomplish the amount of work that I have. Not hating on anyone else but I’m the shit and I know it. I’m so wealthy I don’t even need to work. It’s a choice honestly. Many people think I don’t have my own money and that it all belongs to my husband, Charles, but I have been busting my ass since 16. Graduated early. Kept my head down. Now look at me.

My love life with my husband has been so dry that I’ve started getting off on the scandals and drama at DVU. I have stories for weeks. All of these mother fuckers are freaks and they are so silly to think it's a secret. I know everybody’s business. Nothing gets past me.

My office sits in the top corner of the West Wing. It's a quiet area but a lot of freaky shit happens there. I just let it happen. These students and professors think they are so slick. They get off because I allow them too. Hell, just last semester I watched a professor fuck a student in the ass right at the study table while some idiot blackmailed them. That professor ended up leaving and marrying some man. The student has still been fucking everybody. I even heard she did some stuff with her twin sister in the radio station. The janitors had all of the tea to share with me.

One of my favorites to watch was Professor Chaplin. She always had her legs open for her students. She was such a slut and I admired that. Even the Dean had a taste of that pussy. I was so sexually frustrated I decided it was time for me to get some action and Chelsea Chaplin was my new target.

It was Thursday morning around 9:30. I was heading to my office with coffee and there she was sneaking out of the janitor's closet fixing her skirt. Her smooth tan skin and long blonde hair were kissed by the sun peeking through the windows in the hall. She was wearing these sexy orange pumps with a black mini skirt and white low-cut top to show off her perky DDD’s. I was immediately turned on.

I quickly ran up behind her and pushed her into her office. I locked the door behind me and closed her blinds in the window. “What were you doing in the janitors closet Chelsea?” I asked with a grin of the devil. She replied with “I’m sure that is none of your business.”

“Oh, but isn’t it. Not even the Dean can protect you from me darling. No matter how much he sticks his face in your pussy he’s still wrapped around my finger. I see you every day spreading your legs for whoever wants it”

Chelsea’s eyes widened once she realized I knew all of her dirt. “What are you trying to do? Threaten me? Are you trying scare tactics or something?”

“Maybe” I said harshly. “Or... maybe I just want to see what’s so good about Chelsea”

Fear immediately left her face once she realized I wanted a taste of that cunt. The slut immediately lifted her skirt exposing her smooth, trimmed pussy. She was wearing no panties and you could tell she had just taken a cream pie from some lucky student. There is no shame in my game when I say that seeing that cum leak out of her pussy made my clit throb with the anticipation of being toyed and sucked on. She placed each leg over the proper arm rest and pulled those big beautiful tits out so I could see those sexy brown nipples.

I wasted no more time and dropped to my knees. I shoved my face right into her slit and began eating the cum out of her. She threw her head back as her eyes rolled and I went into overdrive. I gave her pussy the tongue bath she has been missing. I didn't stop until I had every drop of cum out of that sweet box of hers. She slammed her hands over her mouth trying to muffle her moans. I was leaking in my panties without even touching myself. I see why these young fucks chased behind her. Her pussy was absolutely delicious. I started darting my tongue deep into her slit. I love to tongue fuck. Doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. My tongue is going to be deep in an asshole or pussy. My tongue was so deep I could almost taste that bitch's thoughts.

I stood up and slid my pants and panties down sensually. I sat on her desk right in front of her and opened my legs nice and wide exposing the mess she helped create.

“Eat” I commanded sharply. She responded with a smile and followed up by placing the tip of her tongue on my clit. She played around at first. I was eager to cum so I grabbed the back of her head and began grinding my pussy all over her face. I was going to cum and I was going to do it my way. I had a fist full of that beautiful blonde hair. I rammed my pussy into her face over and over. She caught my rhythm and continued licking with every thrust. It was only a few moments before I was creaming all over the pretty slut’s face. After I made a mess of her face, Chelsea climbed on the table with me and we sank into a slow pussy grind until we were interrupted by a message from the Dean over the loud-speaker.