She stopped before she manged to loosen his fabric prison, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. She was too wrapped up in thinking what kind of weapon he was packing to notice the young man had stripped his shirt off and let it drop to the floor. “Let’s get comfortable in my room.” She moaned, tugging the length of the belt in a jerking motion, Tim looked down and grunted with a pleasurable sound. He saw how her hand would look wrapped around his third leg from how she gripped his belt. Firmly, which meant she was more of a milker than a light stroker…Just how he loved it. She turned and beckoned him with a curl of her finger, hand still grasping his belt as she led him like a dog on a lead out into the quaint apartment.
It was nothing like the old place he once lived in, that expensive, luxurious penthouse he dubbed the Sex Temple before he moved out. But it had a smell to it, one that excited him, scents fruity perfumes and motherly cooking is what he felt when she rolled her hips to make her ass sway in front of him, passing the smaller room that clearly belonged to her daughter. As the clicks of her stilettos echoed around the quiet apartment, she craned her neck to the side to eye the handsome young man. “Don’t worry.” She said flippantly. “Emily is with her father until Monday. So we have nothing to keep quiet for.” She winked and bit down on her lip, tracing her big eyes down his body and back up again. His heart picked up in pace the closer she pulled him toward the large white door on the other side of the room, passed the small chairs and large flat screen.
“Good. I like it that way, I’ll have your neighbours bashing on your door within the hour.”
“Oh? I hope you can back up your confidence Timothy…How many women have you told that one too?”
“Only the special ones.”
“And when was the last time you made a girl feel this special honey?” she asked, turning the spherical knob of the door to open up the bedroom with an eerie creek.
“When I fucked my two girlfriends and cucked a frat boy who didn’t measure up…”
Miss. Reid did not respond, the visible shake in her creamy thighs under the simple statement he uttered so calmly and confidently was enough for Tim to know her thoughts on his words.
Curiosity shook over her, and she felt the hunger he had for her radiate from his crotch. “Shut the door honey.” She moaned, slowly releasing her firm grip on his belt. He grinned a panty dropping smile before turning to close the door. Miss. Reid wasted no time kicking her heels across the room and skulking onto the large double bed topped with power blue bedsheets, she sat on her knees, spread wide with the black thong covering the dampness of her swollen lips. Dragging her fingernails up her bare thighs and eventually to the hem of her dress that wrapped tightly around her waist she began to pull it up and over her toned midriff.
With the door closed Tim turned just in time to see how her body flexed and rolled from side to side as she pulled the dress up and over her braless bust. They bounced out and settled perkily on her gym cut body. Tim, approached without words, reaching forward to cup each breast in his hands. She rolled her head back to look up at him as he worshipped her tits, tossing the discarded blue fabric away to a spot she that she did not see, nor care. Closing her eyes that were deeply shadowed by layers of black makeup she moaned though her pouting lips, basking in the amazing feeling of a man with strong hands groping her.
Soon, neither of them could not take it any longer, Miss. Reid craned her neck down to focus on unwrapping the belt from the loops of his jeans. The sound of his clothing rubbing together made her heart pick up in speed, and her breaths becoming hotter and hotter by the second.
Tim felt his jeans loosen, and a rush of the apartments air push into the waistband which his former teacher pulled at to unbutton one metallic button at a time. He did not help her strip; he always enjoyed seeing the eager, slutty looks girls gave him when they saw what lied in the depths of his crotch.
Miss. Reid’s reaction was no different to the others. As she drove her arm down and traced her fingers down the thick, incredibly veiny length of his cock the wider her eyes popped out of her skull. The more of her fingers tracing down the entire twelve-inch length the more he saw the dark of her black thong become sticky and wet with excitement. Suddenly she maned and gasped submissively, pulling both his trousers and underwear in a trio of hard tugs. “Holy shit Timothy…Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” She called out, grasping his full footlong length in both her hands, holding up its incredible stiffness like a priceless idol being presented to a crowd of equally horny women.
Tim moaned, letting his uncut cock bounce up and down by tensing it. Miss. Reid went through the stages of shock faster than most. A look of confusion, then the curious examination of it, the odd tug, lift and peeling of his foreskin back behind the glistening pink head that capped his godly penis. The laugh followed, before she pushed herself forward, getting closer to him. Bracing herself on his lower body she pumped his cock hard, pulling his tight skin back and forth over and over as she licked her glossy nude lips to lather them with her saliva. “How many times did I make this thing hard during class baby?” She whimpered, giggling and smiling up at him.
“More times than I can count…I couldn’t take my eyes off all those dresses you always had on.” He ran his fingers through her deep auburn hair, combing loose strands back behind her ear with a pleasure given shiver in his hands. “If I knew you liked them big, I’d have pulled it out during class.”
“Timothy…I’d have been on my knees in seconds.” She winked, repositioning to bend at the hips, so her lips drew close to the head of his horse cock. Pushing her hand hard forward onto the base of his monster she squeezed it, allowing his tanned leathery skin to be as tight as possible. “Now… Let’s see if this thing tastes as good as it looks!”
Tim was cut off before he could retort with a witty and suggestive comeback. Miss. Reid had engulfed the first few inches deep into her mouth, moaning hard and lapping her tongue across as much of it as possible. Her ears pricked up as he exhaled loudly, pressing his hand on her shoulder to brace himself. Miss. Reid kept her eyes shut, allowing her deep black eyeshadow over her eyelids to glitter under the dim light of the city outside the large window on the right wall. Tim’s toes sank into her carpet, as shocks of sensitive pleasure took over his body, with every bob of his former professor’s head came a wet choke from her neck, and a shiver that prickled his un-sucked inches and legs.
She swallowed the spit that she washed over his cock, gulping it loudly with the strong taste of salty pre mixed with her natural lube. Her deep bobs hastened, and added a small twist of her head as she got into the rhythm of her skilled blowjob. His moans were addictive, and pushed her to please such a huge cock even more. To stop the buzz her lips felt under her thong she pressed her soft, thick thighs together, rubbing them which made her ass wiggle. She wondered if her student liked the view, clearly, he enjoyed the service; groaning and muttering “Fuck…” every time she bobbed her head deeper into his meaty popsicle.