Jones sat in silence awhile, considering her offer. It was so very tempting, but he knew there could be consequences. Serious consequences. Nevertheless, his academic obligations to her were already complete, and they were both grown, experienced adults. And he could not deny that he wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in many years.
He stood in silence, rounded the desk, and stood over her chair. He extended both hands to her and, when she grasped them, he helped her to her feet. They stood close together now, their hands still entwined. When he spoke, it was with a quivering voice that betrayed the desire that had built up inside him.
“I accept your gracious offer. I will take your beautiful, shapely legs, your long sensitive neck, your warm welcoming mouth, your full ripe breasts, your deliciously fuckable ass, your freshly shaved pussy and your imaginative if dirty, dirty mind, and I promise to put them to excellent use.” And as he said this, he let go of her hands and reached around her. She felt his hands sweep up the back of her thighs, raising the hem of her skirt and grasping the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass.
He pulled her closer to him, until their bodies pressed together. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. And in those simple actions, he claimed her body as his own.
“Now, please, lock the office door. And then make sure the curtains are drawn.”
Dutifully she did these things, while the professor sat down again behind his desk. He watched her closely, enjoying the way she moved. He took off his tie, and left it on the desk in front of him.
Once their privacy was assured, he beckoned her to stand across the room.
“Show me,” he purred. And she did not hesitate. Taking the hem of her skirt, she lifted it upwards, peeling the tight fabric up above her waist. And the perfection of her cunt drew an approving moan from her Professor.
“Take the skirt right off. And the shirt. We won’t need them.”
Again, she did as she was told. And again, her Professor was delighted with what he saw.
“Now the bra. Take it off.”
She was enjoying his attention, and was especially thrilled to see him rub at his own crotch as she turned around for him, knowing he would enjoy the view from every angle.
“Now, my angel. We should start to understand how you shall learn. Please, walk over this way.”
She stood before him, wishing he would stretch out his hand to touch her. More than anything right then, she craved his hot, desperate touch across her bare flesh. Still, it made her feel good to see how keenly he watched her. And to see how large a bulge she had inspired in his trousers.
“You should kneel down, now.” She knelt. “And close your eyes.” So she closed her eyes without hesitation.
In the darkness, she felt him place his tie around her neck, and once he instructed her to open her eyes, she found him looking down into her eyes while holding one end of his tie tightly.
He smiled. “Do you feel safe?” She nodded. “Do you trust me?” She nodded again. “And what did you say you were willing to give me?”
“Everything,” she breathed, and she grasped his hands and placed them over her breasts. Suddenly, he gave a sharp pull on the tie around her neck.
“Slowly, my angel. I promise you, I will enjoy every inch of your beautiful body in due time. But right now, I require those lips, that tongue and that warm and willing mouth of yours to see to a particularly pressing task. Can you guess?”
Her tongue ran across her lips, and her eyes focused on his zipper, as he slowly undid his trousers and released his cock. She wanted to reach for it immediately. But wisely she waited for his instruction. When it came, he delivered it wordlessly, gently tugging on the tie to bring her head down towards his rampant penis. She drank in every detail of it with her eyes — its gentle curve, its deep red circumcised head, its girth that she longed to feel filling her.
“Use your tongue first,” he urged her. And she obliged, licking first at his balls and then, slowly, up the length of the cock to its tip. Again and again she licked, as though this were the most delicious ice cream in the world. And his cock jumped and hardened and delighted in every lick.
Another tug on the tie, and she knew he had a new instruction. “Open your mouth for me.” And she did. “Open your throat wide too.” She could barely contain her excitement. As he pulled at the tie, he guided her head down over his rock hard cock. She lowered her mouth as far as she could, burying his penis right down to the hilt, so it filled her throat. He let her head rise, only to pull it back over his cock once again, but this time more quickly. Again and again his cock thrust into her throat, the rhythm ever-quickening. She could feel him growing in her throat, and it thrilled her to know that she could make him feel so good. But she yearned to have him cum, to taste him, and to know that she, and nobody else, had given him that exquisite delight that morning.
He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and delighted at the way she began to play with it: kissing it, teasing it, slapping herself across the face with it. There was something about the confidence she showed as she played that told him he might have stumbled onto an even greater treasure than he had imagined. Then he had an idea.
“Do you have plans for the rest of the morning?” he enquired.
She shook her head, and eased his cock back into her mouth and deep into her throat.
“Good. Then quickly,” he jerked the tie upward, pulling her off his engorged cock, “Go and unlock the door. But leave it closed. Then come back and settle yourself down under my desk.”
She giggled as she rose, kissed him on the nose, and wiggled her hips as she skipped across to the office door. She turned the lock, turned to face him, and hesitated a moment. With a wild grin on her face, she leaned back against the door, reached down with her left hand, and let her middle finger run slowly between the proud, pink lips of her pussy. She bit her lower lip and moaned before she raised the finger and licked it lasciviously. While she sucked, and smiled, her right hand reached down. This time, her finger plunged deeper into her hot, wet hole. Finger raised and glistening, she returned to her professor and gave him his first, delectable taste of her sweet nectar.
Her intense, smoldering sensuality was beginning to shake the usually calm professor. As her finger passed his lips, and he tasted her essence on his tongue, he couldn’t help but pull her towards him, onto him, her thighs spread wide so she could lower herself onto his hardened rod. Oh, the tightness, the heat, the perfection of that pussy was something he had never encountered before, and it was all he could do not to scream with jubilation as they rocked their hips in synchrony. It was as though his cock had entered paradise, and had decided it should delve as deeply into it as possible, in the hope of never having to leave.
The excitement and the intensity were extreme — it came as no surprise to her that he should cum for her so quickly. Three, four, five powerful jets filled her pussy with steaming hot semen, and the drained looked of ecstasy across his face told her that this professor was now hers, just as surely as she was his.