Happy News

Pouring a cup of coffee, I look out the window to see the mailman. He’s early today and judging by the little red flag that tops my mailbox, he’s left a little something. I skip down the drive, not caring that the neighbors will see a full-grown woman happily skipping in nothing but lingerie. The morning sun feels spectacular, and I smile widely at Mr. Thom from next door, who’s busy taking a salacious glance at my skimpy apparel.

Flipping the flag down, I open the box. The top envelope is sealed with the university logo, and I pluck it from it’s resting place hesitantly. I wasn’t expecting the results of my exams so soon, but judging by the thickness of the parcel, my final marks are inside. That means this envelope says if I will graduate or not, although I know my grades are already on the passing side. I do a celebratory happy dance mid driveway before running up the stairs and leaping onto our bed, jumping twice for good measure.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! The mail came and there’s an envelope from Rutgers!”

Sir stretches out, arms above his head, legs straight while I bounce up and down. He watches for a jump or two, eyes narrowing in on my jiggling tits. Then, with a wicked grin, he pulls my feet out from under me, and suddenly I’m laying prone beside him. Before I’ve recovered, Sir rolls on top, pinning me to the mattress with his chest, his morning erection nudging my thigh. I grin back. First because he’s so handsome, especially with ruffled hair and a five o’clock shadow, and secondly because he seems extra playful this morning. That can only mean one thing. Sexy, flirty fun!

“You’re in a good mood this morning, Beautiful.” I love how he calls me that, making it sound like it’s my name. “Well, open it. Let’s see the verdict.” He finishes, stifling a yawn.

Dramatically, I throw my arm over my eyes, releasing an enormous sigh.

“Oh, but I can’t. What if it’s bad news? What if…” I pause, trying to think up something utterly ridiculous. “They lost my marks and I need to write the whole dissertation, thesis and qualifying exam again?”

Sir just laughs and jerks the envelope from my grasp. Tearing open the flap, he straddles my chest, inching his trapped erection closer to my mouth. The distraction works brilliantly, and I pull down the elastic, licking my lips as his stiff cock stands proudly before me. As I circle the tip with the point of my tongue, his jaw clenches, but he starts reading casually, like we’re both dressed, dining at a table instead of in bed, his cock buried in my mouth.

“Dear Lexie. I am pleased to congratulate you on your upcoming graduation from the Doctorate Program of Humanities and Social Work at Rutgers University.”

A low, deep moan means that my attention on his dick is making it hard for him to keep his elsewhere. But that first line tells me all I need to know, so I continue, swallowing my glee along with the pre-come that flows from his tip. He takes a deep, uneven breath before resuming.

“Your Doctorate Degree represents years of tireless study and commitment to your passion.”

Right now, I’m passionate about his cock being in my mouth. He grants me a couple of teasing strokes, thick veins rasping over my tongue, before pulling back once more and continuing.

“This achievement should not only bring you tremendous pride but also instill a sense of moral responsibility.” Sir thrusts, one hand tangling in the hair at the base of my neck as he pulls himself forward, coarse hair tickling my lips. He holds there until my lungs burn, then pulls back, granting me some reprieve. My pussy floods with moisture as my chest gasps lungful of air.

“It has been an honor to aide you in your education goals and I look forward to seeing what the future holds for you.” The rest is forgotten as the letter flutters to the floor beside us.

Sir groans. Pushing in deep, his cock jumps in my throat before he says offhandedly, “Keep that up and I have a good idea what your future holds.”

Giggling as best I can around the solid rod in my throat, I swallow his length before releasing him from the confines of my mouth.

“And what would that be, Sir? Hopefully, something that involves this dick inside me.”

He laughs at my blatant invitation. I’ve never been one to be shy.

“Is that what your professional recommendation Doctor? That I bury my cock inside you?”

“Oh, say it again!” I squeal as he shimmies down my body, sliding the satin and lace negligée over my shoulders before tipping his head to latch onto a nipple. The pulling, sucking, and nibbling sizzles in my core, and I squirm, pressing my thighs together. Harder bites have me arching my back. Whether in surrender or wanton desire, I can not say.

Coming up for a breath, Sir asks, “say what? Doctor? That’s what you are now. Isn’t it Doctor Lexie Green?” His hands replace his mouth at my nipples, sending fire through my blood and a tingle through my core.

My reply is a face splitting grin, teeth exposed from ear to ear, followed by a catlike purr as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Hmmm. Someone’s very happy.” Sir teases with a smile. “But is she happy only here?” His finger skims across my lips. “Or is she happy here, too?” He trails down to my chest, holding his hand over my heart. I nod at his sappiness, but secretly love it too.

“Are you happy here?” His fingers dig into either side of my tummy, making me squirm and twist, laughing with unsuppressed glee. A full bellied chortle fills the room until I’m gasping, begging him to stop.

“Oh, that’s certainly happy. But I wonder about this…” His finger lifts the bottom hem of my satin nightgown, exposing my thighs and bare mound. All laughter is momentarily forgotten as Sir slides a single digit through my accumulating juices. Raising it to his mouth, he pops it in, then sucks slowly. His eyes roll back, and he moans like it’s the world’s most decadent dessert. I spread my thighs wider, showing him just how happy I am.

“Oh, yes. She is very happy. But what’s that? She’s asking for more? Okay, but first, I think I need a proper taste.” And with that, he buries his head between my thighs. Sir laps at me unhurriedly until all thoughts of doctorates, graduations, and exams have drifted away. Using his thumbs, he spreads my folds, opening me to his penetrative tongue and soft lips. When my whimpers have turned to mewls, he sinks two fingers into my heat, pressing on the sensitive rough spot until I’m gyrating my hips, silently begging for more. Using a come-hither gesture, Sir’s fingers dance inside me until I fall apart around them, heat and moisture filling his palm.

Pulling his fingers out, he holds them up to me, showing me the evidence of my arousal. Slick and coated in white cream, he taps them at my mouth, silently offering me a taste. As I open my lips, allowing him in, the head of his cock presses against my entrance and I push toward him, helping ease the way.

In one thrust, Sir’s cock is buried inside me, his fingers mimicking his thrusts inside my wet mouth. He fucks both holes lazily, eyes hooded, cords at the side of his neck strained as he continues his leisurely pace. I could watch him all day, but I’m feeling restless with all the news.

“Fuck me, Sir.” I mumble around his fingers.

He quirks his eyebrow at me, slowing his stride, drawing out each thrust until I can’t take anymore.

“Please, Sir. Please.” I beg, the pitiful request sounding more like a whimper.

“Doctor’s orders?” He asks slyly.

I smile in response, then reply, “Damn straight!”

“Well, who am I to deny the good doctor her wish?” Pulling my arms above me, trapping them between one of his, Sir spreads my legs further apart with his knees. “Legs up, hold them open for me,” is all he says before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting violently back in, bottoming out inside me. The pleasurable bite of pain has me squeezing my eyes tight, even as my traitorous cunt tells me to push back.

“No, no, Doctor Green. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” Sir says, using his free hand to grip my throat, thumb pressing against my pulse. Rocking my hips, I take him deeper, reveling in his low groan as he finds hidden depths.

He never changes his pace, even for a second, but no matter how long Sir drags it out, eventually we both succumb to his tactics.

“Come, Doctor Green.” Sir says softly, his eyes full of dominant pride and something akin to adoration. And I do, happily.

Once sated, we lay snaked together like unruly vines when he smiles.

“What’s on your mind, Sir?” I ask.

“I guess your graduation means we should make some changes around here, Doctor.” The new honorific makes me smile, especially coming from him.

“We’ll have to get you a new collar, one to show your newfound status.” His hand circles my throat, squeezing lightly in a way that says mine. “And maybe we can have a party to celebrate.”

 I know in that moment that no matter how many doctorates I receive, I’ll always call him Sir.

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