Both Sides Of The Fence 3: Loose Ends Read Online Free

watched him aim the gun at my head, my whole life flashed before me.

Chapter 1
     
    Ashley
    The Opportunist
    April 1st 6:11 P.M.
     
    “Look, Ms. Andrews.” I walked to her office door and closed it, so we could get the privacy I needed. “This is how this shit is going to work.”
    It was after class and we were in her office. I was supposed to be “getting help” with my problems in her Physics 254-A class. Ms. Andrews, or Grace, is one of my college professors I was sexing on the regular. She was bugging out, talking about how she wanted out, but I was not having it.
    “Grace, wouldn’t you lose your job if the dean of the school found out that you were exchanging grades for sex?”
    Her face frowned up as to say “You wouldn’t?”
    Little did she know, I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that I wouldn’t say anything. It would ruin my plans. “And wouldn’t your husband be quite upset if he found out you were getting bent over by a student, moreover, a female student?
    “Hmm ... I wonder how that would make him feel. Me, doing what he obviously couldn’t do right and finding out I was doing it better than he ever could.” I tapped my chin with my index finger, pretending to think. I watched the hamster on a wheel in her head try to come up with a way out. She didn’t have two legs to stand on.
    “Ashley, do what you have to do.” She tried to act like the power was in her hands. “I will not stand for this any longer. I am feeling very uncomfortable with this situation and I want out.”
    “Uncomfortable, huh?” I smiled, slyly walked around her desk, and moved close enough to her to whisper in her ear. “It wasn’t uncomfortable when you let me bend your ass over this desk yesterday night. You came right in my mouth, and now you sitting here pouting and whining about how you are ‘uncomfortable.’” She shivered and moaned in pleasure, as the thoughts of me going down on her from behind trickled down her spine. I was very good at what I did and she knew it.
    “Y—yes ... That’s what I’m saying.” I had already moved my hand under her pleated, black, knee-length skirt, toward her kitty cat. She started to purr like one as I eased my hand in between her thighs and pried them open with my pinky and thumb.
    “D—don’t do this ... no ... not now.” Her voice was sensuous and low. Her fight was growing weaker as I inched my fingers inside her and started to thumb her huge clit.
    “Don’t fight it,” I whispered. “It won’t take long, promise.”
    Her chair was on wheels, so I pushed it back far enough to fit under her desk and to get easier access to her sweet spot. The fight in her was now gone. I got comfortable on the floor, eased her legs over my shoulder, and pulled her closer to me. Moans escaped her mouth as I went in for the kill.
    “Uh ... uhhhh,” Grace grunted like a beast. She sounded like she had something caught in her throat. It was an orgasm threatening to blow, I supposed. “That’s it—right—right—right—thereeee!” She sounded like a broken record as she came gushing all over my face. Her chest pumped up and down like a horse in a derby. She was trying to bring her breathing back down, but I went in again, not giving her a chance to breathe normal. I was going to show her who I was, again.
    I was completely under her large red oak desk, when a knock on the door jarred us from our secret pleasure.
    “Ah ... ah ... Who is it?” This bitch was about to give us the fuck away with her nervous shit. I squished myself underneath her desk far enough to not be seen at all.
    “Professor Andrews,” I heard a familiar voice speak through the doors.
    “Co—come in,” Grace answered with a pleasant, but shaken voice. Either her ass was scared that she was going to get busted or the nut I just gave her had her overwhelmed. I picked the latter, because I was just that good.
    I heard the feet of a man come in, shut the door, and walk over to her. She