Mistress, Inc. by Niobia Bryant

door of the classroom. “I told you I don’t want to do this anymore. My wife is suspicious, ” he said, pushing her hands away as Jessa tried to unbutton the jeans he wore.
    “Fuck your wife,” Jessa said, meaning it. In her world, it was all about her. Caring about what other people wanted or felt left her open to getting hurt, getting disappointed, getting left behind. “As a matter of fact, Jon, fuck me. ”
    He stepped away from her and Jessa stepped back just enough to lift the edge of her dress and pull her panties off to toss over at him. “Smell it. ”
    He caught her panties with one hand and eyed her before pressing his face against the black lace.
    Jessa stroked the inside of her pussy with her finger and drew it up to her mouth to suck. She saw his dark eyes take in the move.
    “I’m not going to lose my wife behind this,” Jon said, even as he stepped closer to her and pressed his large and warm hand between her thighs.
    Jessa pursed her lips as she hissed in pleasure. “I want your dick not your heart, ” she told him truthfully, reaching out to unzip his jeans and release every bit of his long and thick inches. His dick was darker than the rest of him and damn near bigger than the rest of him too.
    Jessa felt her clit throb with life. “I don’t have much time. I got another class, ” she told him, turning to press her hands to the door as she wiggled her bare ass at him.
    “This is the last time, Jessa, ” he told her seconds before he spread her ass cheeks and slid his dick inside her wetness.
    Jessa gasped at the feel of his hot hardness against her rigid walls. Her fingernails dug into the wood of the door as each stroke seemed to cause a vacuum inside her before filling her again.
    His hands came around to unzip her dress and free her breasts from the bra. As he teased her nipples with his fingers and stroked his dick inside of her, Jessa bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Wanting control and wanting to please him, so that he would continue to be her secret lover, she rose up on her toes in her shoes and then bent her legs to work her hips to pull downward on his dick.
    “Shit,” he cried out, bringing one hand up to tightly grasp a handful of her hair to jerk her head back and the other to ease around her body to lightly massage her clit.
    Jessa cried out in pleasure as every pulse point on her body raced.
    Knock-knock.
    Someone knocked at the door. They didn’t stop. Jessa didn’t stop. She felt the vibrations of the door against her face as they knocked, but the feel of his dick inside her and his fingers titillating her clit was racing her toward an explosive nut that she wanted more than anything. More than whomever or whatever they wanted on the other side of the door.
    Knock-knock.
    The door handle rattled as someone tried to open the door.
    Jessa looked over her shoulder. “You better not stop, ” she whispered back to him, enjoying the feel of his nuts swinging lightly between his thighs and slapping against her.
    “Jon,” a woman called through the door before turning the handle again.
    Now he froze.
    Jessa widened her eyes in a rush of anger and disappointment.
    “That’s my wife, ” he mouthed to her, motioning for her to stay still.
    Jessa felt her nut drifting from her. “Fuck me,” she mouthed to him, pulling his hand back down onto her clit.
    He waited to see if she would knock again. Many moments passed and she didn’t, but his face remained conflicted before he stepped back from Jessa and freed his dick from her.
    “I can’t do this anymore, Jessa,” he said, pushing his sticky dick back inside his jeans before zipping them up.
    “I’m gonna get me,” she said as she turned to press her back to the door, then slid her hand down to lightly circle her clit with her index and middle fingers.
    She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she bent her legs and circled her hips with a moan.
    Suddenly, her professor grabbed her and Jessa opened