I entered his office with the intention of asking him some questions about the subject he taught at the university. To be honest, I always had doubts in his class. He paid me so much attention, to those tight pants on that beautiful ass, to the intense shine of his eyes, to the movement of his fingers, that I had so many desires to feel them on my skin, that normally I didn't pay attention to anything he said in class.
Nothing more than entering through the door of his office, after ringing innocently, he received me with a smile so warm and captivating that I felt myself moistening and made my legs tremble.
Pasa Anjana, pasa. ¿Alguna duda sobre mi clase de hoy? he said to me while I felt like all the heat of my body was concentrating on my flushed cheekbones... and between my legs.
Yes, I thought to say but only a timid and stuttering si came out of my lips.
He offered me a black leather chair in front of his desk and interrogated me with his gaze. I explained my doubts without being able to get his lips out of my mind, which so much wanted to kiss. He stood up from his seat. He placed his arms on the arms of the chair and began to explain my doubts with sweetness. I could feel his breath playing in my hair. The heat of his words pierced through my mane and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn't help but shiver.
His fingers were drumming on the arms of the chair. His words became inaudible to my ears. I could only think about those agile fingers playing between my legs, at the peak of my pleasure, in that forbidden place that I already felt soaked.
I was nervous, altered, excited, horny, crazy with desire and not really knowing what I was doing, in an uncontrollable impulse, mechanical, I grabbed one of his hands, pulled it out of the armrests of the chair and pressed it firmly against my latent sex above the fabric of my skirt.
I squeezed it hard with both of my hands. hands in case he reacted trying to pull her away. I didn't want her to move from there. He didn't do it.
For a few seconds, he stayed quiet. I could feel the heat of his hand on my wet sex. I noticed the fabric of my thong was dampened. My excitement was so great that my nipples hardened against my blouse and began biting my lips as I started to sway my hips against his hand.
He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. I could feel his breathing on my neck, his hand on my sex. God, how I enjoyed it.
Then he started moving his fingers. Drumming like he had done before on the chair but now on my pussy. As I felt his fingers moving from my mouth, a moan of pleasure escaped. I released his hand and clung tightly to the arms of the chair.
With his other hand, he pushed my hair away from my neck and started kissing me gently, leaving behind his moisture on my neck, earlobe, almost on my shoulders. The hand caressing my groin stopped for an instant. A Don't stop, please slipped out of my lips. He lifted my skirt up to expose my thighs. I opened my legs. My pink thong had a huge stain from fluids at the height of my sex. It was so hot.
He separated it with his fingertips. Those magical fingers that I had such a strong desire to feel on my skin. He slid them all over my pussy, soaking up. Making me moan with pleasure. Then he started masturbating me. First slowly. Scratching. Passing his fingers over every sensitive pore of my soaked sex. Afterward, he tapped delicately on my clitoris and finally, making me explode in uncontrollable moans, he penetrated me with two of his fingers.
The pleasure I felt was so great that I noticed my body contracting and my back arching as I sought to feel more inside me those two fingers. Don't stop, don't stop, was the only thing I could say to him between moans.
Then someone knocked on the door. Neither of us said anything. I controlled my moans. I bit my lips until almost made me bleed. I was on the edge of orgasm. I needed to reach orgasm.
At the door they were still insisting. They were hitting more insistently with each other on the opaque crystal that hid us from indiscreet gazes. He replied:
— A second, please, now I'll attend to it —While increasing the rhythm of his penetrations in my pussy.
I grabbed his hand with mine. My body contracted, my sex convulsed, my lips suffered the bite of a brutal orgasm contained.
After that he went towards the door. I put on my dress. It was the director coming to ask him about the exams. He looked at me and smiling said:
— We'll continue with the explanations another time...and don't worry, we'll go deeper into the material —I blushed and got up and left the office.
Only hoped he wouldn't have to give many explanations for the sexual odor stain on his chair.
The next day I went back to the professor's office. I had spent the night thinking about him, the softness of his hands, how he had masturbated me. I had thought so much about him and that moment beside him that I ended up masturbating under my sheets, whispering his name between moans.
I got up with a decision made. This couldn't go on like this; the professor deserved a reward for being so diligent in his explanations. With a smile I entered the office.
He, seeing me enter his office with those tight jeans that accentuated my figure, with my hair loose falling over my shoulders and a mischievous smile on my face, couldn't help but feel sexually attracted again. He too had had to masturbate at home remembering the smell of his fingers when the young woman convulsed, squeezing his hand.
He got up to receive me, but with a gesture I made him see that it wasn't necessary.
— Relax, professor, today I'm not here to ask questions, just to return the favor from yesterday.
He looked puzzled but As I passed to the other side of the table and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, he began to understand.
It was a warm kiss in which the lips touched with sweetness. Then he felt the tip of my tongue moistening his mouth and finally my youthful passion kissing him intensely, seeking to intertwine our tongues. It was such an intense and passionate kiss that I couldn't help but get excited until his sex distorted the zipper of his pants. Although he couldn't know it, that kiss had moistened my underwear.
Determined to compensate my professor, I knelt between the chair and table, with sweetness, malice, and desire reflected in my eyes, slowly releasing the belt and zipper of his pants.
The black boxer briefs he wore were distorted by the tension of his sex. From so close, I could almost feel it pulsing under the fabric. Without hesitation, I gave him another kiss. The professor's body convulsed on the chair. Above the fabric, I was tracing that cock with which I had dreamed the night before, from the base of the testicles, which were releasing a heat that made my lips burn, to the tip of that cap that I already imagined pink and wet.
I felt incredibly excited again. My sex throbbed under my white panties. Without stopping to give soft kisses to the professor's erect member, I was slowly removing my jeans and searching for the moisture of my panties with the tip of my fingers.
Then they knocked on the door. The professor tensed up and pushed me under the table. I stayed there, quiet, with my hands in my jeans and the smell of that cock just a few inches from my face.
Come in, the professor said.
A woman's voice spoke from the door. It was a classmate. A girl as beautiful as odious who didn't get along with me at all.
The young woman chatted between giggles and stupid questions with the professor. He seemed nervous. Hidden under the table, with my soaked panties and that cock... I wanted him in front of me, he couldn't resist anymore. I opened my professor's boxers and extracted his penis which remained erect. It had marked veins, the pink glans was showing off in all its splendor, with small droplets of fluid emerging from its tip that betrayed the excitement of my lover. I collected those droplets with the tip of my tongue. He shuddered.
Are you okay, professor? asked our inopportune classmate.
Yes, yes very well, he replied while I was introducing his sex into my mouth until it reached the bottom.
Despite the compromising situation, I couldn't stop. If I pulled that erect member out of my mouth, I would burst into cries of pleasure from the rubbing of my fingers on the pussy and this would end up revealing us. Besides, it felt so tasty to savor my professor's flavor in my mouth. I was enjoying the droplets of nectar that cock was giving me so much that I wouldn't have released her for anything in the world.
With each kiss, each lick, each suction I gave that pleasure instrument, I noticed how it grew in my mouth and with it my excitement drew closer to my orgasm. The professor struggled to maintain a coherent conversation with his other student, and I enjoyed imagining the face she would make if she discovered what was happening under her teacher's desk.
Then I had a maliciously morbid idea: I would bring my professor to orgasm in front of that student.
I accelerated the rhythm of my mouth. I sucked, licked, chewed, lapped, kissed, and fucked that cock with my lips, making it more and more erect and excited. I was getting more and more excited imagining the professor's faces trying to maintain their composure and the more excited I got, the more I wanted to masturbate and suck that cock.
I adjusted the rhythm of my fingers to the pace of the blowjob I was giving my desired professor, seeking to reach orgasm together. I wanted my sex to empty of pleasure at the same time as my mouth filled with the pleasure of my professor.
My pussy contracted, that cock... convulsed tightly between my lips. We were both on the edge of orgasm. I couldn't hold back...I was so turned on making him come in front of that snooty student.
A few moments later, I felt pleasure bursting between my fingers from an intense orgasm and my mouth filling with the semen of my professor who couldn't help but gasp as he came.
I smiled under the table thinking about the faces of professor and student while I savored the taste under the table.
Nothing more than entering through the door of his office, after ringing innocently, he received me with a smile so warm and captivating that I felt myself moistening and made my legs tremble.
Pasa Anjana, pasa. ¿Alguna duda sobre mi clase de hoy? he said to me while I felt like all the heat of my body was concentrating on my flushed cheekbones... and between my legs.
Yes, I thought to say but only a timid and stuttering si came out of my lips.
He offered me a black leather chair in front of his desk and interrogated me with his gaze. I explained my doubts without being able to get his lips out of my mind, which so much wanted to kiss. He stood up from his seat. He placed his arms on the arms of the chair and began to explain my doubts with sweetness. I could feel his breath playing in my hair. The heat of his words pierced through my mane and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn't help but shiver.
His fingers were drumming on the arms of the chair. His words became inaudible to my ears. I could only think about those agile fingers playing between my legs, at the peak of my pleasure, in that forbidden place that I already felt soaked.
I was nervous, altered, excited, horny, crazy with desire and not really knowing what I was doing, in an uncontrollable impulse, mechanical, I grabbed one of his hands, pulled it out of the armrests of the chair and pressed it firmly against my latent sex above the fabric of my skirt.
I squeezed it hard with both of my hands. hands in case he reacted trying to pull her away. I didn't want her to move from there. He didn't do it.
For a few seconds, he stayed quiet. I could feel the heat of his hand on my wet sex. I noticed the fabric of my thong was dampened. My excitement was so great that my nipples hardened against my blouse and began biting my lips as I started to sway my hips against his hand.
He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. I could feel his breathing on my neck, his hand on my sex. God, how I enjoyed it.
Then he started moving his fingers. Drumming like he had done before on the chair but now on my pussy. As I felt his fingers moving from my mouth, a moan of pleasure escaped. I released his hand and clung tightly to the arms of the chair.
With his other hand, he pushed my hair away from my neck and started kissing me gently, leaving behind his moisture on my neck, earlobe, almost on my shoulders. The hand caressing my groin stopped for an instant. A Don't stop, please slipped out of my lips. He lifted my skirt up to expose my thighs. I opened my legs. My pink thong had a huge stain from fluids at the height of my sex. It was so hot.
He separated it with his fingertips. Those magical fingers that I had such a strong desire to feel on my skin. He slid them all over my pussy, soaking up. Making me moan with pleasure. Then he started masturbating me. First slowly. Scratching. Passing his fingers over every sensitive pore of my soaked sex. Afterward, he tapped delicately on my clitoris and finally, making me explode in uncontrollable moans, he penetrated me with two of his fingers.
The pleasure I felt was so great that I noticed my body contracting and my back arching as I sought to feel more inside me those two fingers. Don't stop, don't stop, was the only thing I could say to him between moans.
Then someone knocked on the door. Neither of us said anything. I controlled my moans. I bit my lips until almost made me bleed. I was on the edge of orgasm. I needed to reach orgasm.
At the door they were still insisting. They were hitting more insistently with each other on the opaque crystal that hid us from indiscreet gazes. He replied:
— A second, please, now I'll attend to it —While increasing the rhythm of his penetrations in my pussy.
I grabbed his hand with mine. My body contracted, my sex convulsed, my lips suffered the bite of a brutal orgasm contained.
After that he went towards the door. I put on my dress. It was the director coming to ask him about the exams. He looked at me and smiling said:
— We'll continue with the explanations another time...and don't worry, we'll go deeper into the material —I blushed and got up and left the office.
Only hoped he wouldn't have to give many explanations for the sexual odor stain on his chair.
The next day I went back to the professor's office. I had spent the night thinking about him, the softness of his hands, how he had masturbated me. I had thought so much about him and that moment beside him that I ended up masturbating under my sheets, whispering his name between moans.
I got up with a decision made. This couldn't go on like this; the professor deserved a reward for being so diligent in his explanations. With a smile I entered the office.
He, seeing me enter his office with those tight jeans that accentuated my figure, with my hair loose falling over my shoulders and a mischievous smile on my face, couldn't help but feel sexually attracted again. He too had had to masturbate at home remembering the smell of his fingers when the young woman convulsed, squeezing his hand.
He got up to receive me, but with a gesture I made him see that it wasn't necessary.
— Relax, professor, today I'm not here to ask questions, just to return the favor from yesterday.
He looked puzzled but As I passed to the other side of the table and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, he began to understand.
It was a warm kiss in which the lips touched with sweetness. Then he felt the tip of my tongue moistening his mouth and finally my youthful passion kissing him intensely, seeking to intertwine our tongues. It was such an intense and passionate kiss that I couldn't help but get excited until his sex distorted the zipper of his pants. Although he couldn't know it, that kiss had moistened my underwear.
Determined to compensate my professor, I knelt between the chair and table, with sweetness, malice, and desire reflected in my eyes, slowly releasing the belt and zipper of his pants.
The black boxer briefs he wore were distorted by the tension of his sex. From so close, I could almost feel it pulsing under the fabric. Without hesitation, I gave him another kiss. The professor's body convulsed on the chair. Above the fabric, I was tracing that cock with which I had dreamed the night before, from the base of the testicles, which were releasing a heat that made my lips burn, to the tip of that cap that I already imagined pink and wet.
I felt incredibly excited again. My sex throbbed under my white panties. Without stopping to give soft kisses to the professor's erect member, I was slowly removing my jeans and searching for the moisture of my panties with the tip of my fingers.
Then they knocked on the door. The professor tensed up and pushed me under the table. I stayed there, quiet, with my hands in my jeans and the smell of that cock just a few inches from my face.
Come in, the professor said.
A woman's voice spoke from the door. It was a classmate. A girl as beautiful as odious who didn't get along with me at all.
The young woman chatted between giggles and stupid questions with the professor. He seemed nervous. Hidden under the table, with my soaked panties and that cock... I wanted him in front of me, he couldn't resist anymore. I opened my professor's boxers and extracted his penis which remained erect. It had marked veins, the pink glans was showing off in all its splendor, with small droplets of fluid emerging from its tip that betrayed the excitement of my lover. I collected those droplets with the tip of my tongue. He shuddered.
Are you okay, professor? asked our inopportune classmate.
Yes, yes very well, he replied while I was introducing his sex into my mouth until it reached the bottom.
Despite the compromising situation, I couldn't stop. If I pulled that erect member out of my mouth, I would burst into cries of pleasure from the rubbing of my fingers on the pussy and this would end up revealing us. Besides, it felt so tasty to savor my professor's flavor in my mouth. I was enjoying the droplets of nectar that cock was giving me so much that I wouldn't have released her for anything in the world.
With each kiss, each lick, each suction I gave that pleasure instrument, I noticed how it grew in my mouth and with it my excitement drew closer to my orgasm. The professor struggled to maintain a coherent conversation with his other student, and I enjoyed imagining the face she would make if she discovered what was happening under her teacher's desk.
Then I had a maliciously morbid idea: I would bring my professor to orgasm in front of that student.
I accelerated the rhythm of my mouth. I sucked, licked, chewed, lapped, kissed, and fucked that cock with my lips, making it more and more erect and excited. I was getting more and more excited imagining the professor's faces trying to maintain their composure and the more excited I got, the more I wanted to masturbate and suck that cock.
I adjusted the rhythm of my fingers to the pace of the blowjob I was giving my desired professor, seeking to reach orgasm together. I wanted my sex to empty of pleasure at the same time as my mouth filled with the pleasure of my professor.
My pussy contracted, that cock... convulsed tightly between my lips. We were both on the edge of orgasm. I couldn't hold back...I was so turned on making him come in front of that snooty student.
A few moments later, I felt pleasure bursting between my fingers from an intense orgasm and my mouth filling with the semen of my professor who couldn't help but gasp as he came.
I smiled under the table thinking about the faces of professor and student while I savored the taste under the table.
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