When I was 19 and just started working in the real world, I had a job at a local government office helping to administer a youth jobs program. Since the program was for youth under the age of 18, my job was to monitor their work and make sure no child-labor laws were violated. It was a big job covering hundreds of jobsites so we had several monitors like me on the payroll. Usually, we were out in the field but sometimes we had to come back to home base and had semi-private offices with locking doors there.
I tended to get along with everyone I worked around but there was this one girl that rubbed me the wrong way. She always came to work in pencil-skirts, heels, and perfect make-up. This was unusual since our jobs required us to work at outside jobsites 90% of the time. Apparently, this girl was connected to the higher-ups and got assigned to mostly office and other indoor sites which were easier to monitor and had air-conditioning. Additionally, she had the annoying habit of trying to get other people to do her paperwork which required us to enter data into a database quickly by hand. None of us really liked her attitude and sarcastic comments like "Oh here comes Princess! Don't let her work too hard, she's too cute for that!" were common.
One day I'm entering my data into the database and feel eyes on my back. I glanced at the reflection in my screen and knew it was her so I didn't bother to turn around. She was wearing a particularly form-fitting pencil skirt and sauntered over to my left side and put a hand on my shoulder. "How do you enter your data so fast? Your 10-key speed is incredible!", she said and I smirked without looking at her. I knew where this was going so I didn't have to look to know she had a stack of her own paperwork in her hand that she wanted to sweet talk me into doing for her.
"I enter in alot of these so I just got faster", I said in my flattest tone. "If you did your own shit every once in a while, you'd get fast too." I had done a few of her assignments at the beginning thinking I'd be doing a solid for whichever higher-up she was connected to but I was tired of the game already.
I felt the hand leave my shoulder as she huffed and sat her ass on the desk I was using. I couldn't help but glance at her. She was certainly pretty with an especially curvy ass so having the curve her hips so close to me drew my attention. She crossed her arms with her papers in her hand as I leaned back in my office chair and appraised her.
"What's the big deal? It's not that many and you can do it 5 times faster than I can!", she pouted at me. She was right. I could blaze through that short stack of hers in almost no time but I wasn't feeling generous.
"The big deal is that you're always avoiding work and I'm sick of it! You're here anyway so may as well do your shit." I wasn't usually so salty but she got under my skin somehow as she rolled her eyes and began inspecting her nails.
"Keyboarding might break my acrylics. I can do other stuff for you though if you'll enter these for me."
"I do my own shit all day. I don't need help." I turned my chair around and resumed typing.
"I don't mean work stuff." I stopped typing. What did she just say? I turned my chair around to look her at saw that she uncrossed her arms and crossed her legs so that her skirt began sliding higher on her thighs. She had a half-smile and her eyes had become a little smoky.
"What kind of stuff?" I thought I knew what she meant but my inexperienced teenage brain had to ask the stupid question. Her smile got wider as she stood up, walked a few steps towards me, and leaned her hip against my shoulder. I was not completely inexperienced so I didn't need any more encouragement. It really wasn't that much so I was willing to do a little trade as it were. I quickly stood up and looked deep into her eyes for a moment and saw the blatant invitation there. I took a step and put my body directly against hers forcing her to step back. I'm a big guy so she looked just a little nervous as I kept backing up until her back was against the closed door. I leaned into her bringing my face close enough to hers to smell the scent under her make-up and perfume. I heard her breathing get a little fast as my hand slide along her hip. I gripped her hip lightly with one hand and squeezed as I used my other hand to lock the door. Then I quickly straightened up and backed away until I was leaning against my desk and staring at her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and put her hands on her hips. I just smiled since the ball was in her court. She had been playing me from the moment she walked in so I felt like getting a bit of my own back. I wasn't some chump she could just take advantage of. She smirked at me to let me know she got the message and started slowly heel-toeing over to me in her high heel shoes. When she got about two feet away I raised my hand to stop her in place and felt my cock thicken a bit as I stared at her lipsticked lips. I stared right into her eyes as I placed both hands on her shoulders and began guiding her to her knees. She didn't hesitate to obey and quickly sunk to the floor and began unbuckling my belt. I slapped her hands and grabbed her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. I saw the momentary confusion before she heard the sound of my zipper sliding down. I dragged my thumb across her bottom lip as my fingers cupped her chin keeping her eyes on my face. She opened her lips and lightly flicked the tip of her tongue against my thumb on her lip. I breathed a little deeper as her lips closed over the tip of my thumb and sucked a bit. I had enough. I quickly replaced my thumb with my cock staring into her eyes as she enveloped the head with her plump lips. I dropped my hand and leaned back to let her get to work. She didn't waste time. She quickly plunged her mouth down half of my shaft while curling her tongue around my cockhead. She brought her hand up and began twisting it around the shaft and stroked her mouth back and forth. She setup a rhythm with mouth and hand that made my knees nearly buckle. She plunged the head of my dick deep into her throat held it there and moaned deeply for a moment before pulling back slowly while squeezing and stroking my shaft all the way up her hand. She sped up and started making loud slurping noises as she kicked into another gear. I wasn't ready for this technique and knew I didn't have long. I gripped her head on both sides and began thrusting my hips. She looked up at me winked and dropped both hands to her sides. I growled and drove all 8inches of my dick down her throat. I heard a slight gulping sound and felt her swallow as my cockhead visibly bulged her throat. I began fucking her throat hard. I leaned over slightly with each thrust for more power as my dickhead passed from her lips to the depths of her throat. Her spit and throat slime coated my entire cock making her face feel more like a wet cunt than a mouth and I was definitely fucking her head like a pussy. She never moved her hands from her sides and kept her eyes on mine as her cheeks with hollow with suction as I reamed her throat. It wasn't long until I couldn't take it. With one last deep thrust, I put both hands behind her head and buried her nose into my pubic hair. Her body spasmed involuntarily for just a moment as I exploded cum down her throat. Her hands moved for the first time since the facefuck started right at that moment as she gripped my ass cheeks to force my spurting dickhead deeper. I felt large heavy streams of cum blasting into her stomach until it almost hurt. It was my greatest orgasm up to that point. Finally spent and breathing hard I released her head. She didn't pull away completely. She pulled back until the head was sitting on her tongue and used her other hand to squeeze the jizz out of my urethra like a tube of toothpaste. After a few vacuum like sucks, she brought the dick out of her mouth with an audible pop and opened her mouth to show the small pool of cum there before quickly swallowing. She then tucked my cock back into my pants and rezipped them. She rose to her feet in one motion and wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger. With her other hand she whipped out a compact mirror and checked her still miraculously flawless make-up. Her eyes didn't even water through all that. She closed the compact and put her paperwork next to my computer. She only looked over her shoulder to give me one last wink as she unlocked the door and left. I had been rendered speechless long ago and still took a long moment to adjust my inner condition before moving. She had quite literally blown my mind. After I recovered a bit I turned to the computer and froze as I stared at a stack of papers twice the size of the biggest stack I'd ever tackled. Apparently, she had never done an ounce of paperwork since the program started resulting in this backlog. I stood there stunned for a moment before I slowly shook my head and laughed. It turned out that I wasn't the one doing the easy workload after all. I knew I'd been beaten as I slowly sat down in my office chair to bend myself to the task at hand.
Coffee, Conversation, and Cunnilingus
We met for coffee or dinner once every two weeks or so. Nothing sexual, just conversations that at times could become titillating but always just talk. I'm shy and inexperienced. He is a beta-male afraid to take a risk. It makes for a crappy sex life but fun conversations, safe in that we knew it wasn't ever going to move beyond the coffee talk.
We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged. Not just sexually but charged with life. It felt safe to make a mistake. Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic. Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst. I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.
He always talked about his work, his family, and his muse de joure. I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing. Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex. He liked to tease my inexperience. He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.
On this day, he began to get into his cunnilingus skills. Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers. I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie. Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.
As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood. There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.
"Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"
My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer. What does he want to hear? Should I just be honest? Is he making an offer?
"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it. I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."
He seemed disappointed. What do I say? What did I say that was wrong?
"But that doesn't mean I'm against it. It's just not my go to."
He exhales and steps a bit closer. We are in front of the hotel. I feel his hand guiding me inside. I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back. Suddenly my panties are damp. I sneak a quick peek at his face. Is that courage I see?
"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel. Can I help you?"
"No, we are just looking around."
He is still guiding me. His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator. He hits the top floor.
"Wait until you see the view!"
He's been here before. He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here. I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.
"I was here earlier. I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over. The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view. Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"
I meet his glaze. I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.
We step off and he takes my hand. We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key. As he swings open the door, I see the view. He was right; the view is amazing.
I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist. I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss. My body tingles from the excitement. He smells like fresh cotton and coffee. My panties are getting soaked.
We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other. Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?
His mouth slowly moves down my neck. My lips are suddenly lonely for his. He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants. Oh crap, granny panties! I didn't plan for this. My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer! Fuck!
He doesn't seem to notice. What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles. His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia. He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.
"So wet. Have you been wanting this?"
"Wanting, no. Longing."
His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me. He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me. I reached back and grabbed a pillow. My body crazy with desire. My pussy praying for release.
He was an expert. He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it. My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off. He kept me on edge for what seemed hours. Take me to the brink then back off. Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life. I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.
Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.
"You weren't lying about your skills."
He turned red. "No. I wasn't. Did you think I was."
"Well, you are a man. Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish? But no, you didn't embellish. And now what? You want me to go down on you?"
"No. I want to please you. I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus. Not everytime but sometimes."
I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.
"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings. I bring witty conversations and sexy panties. You bring those pussy eating skills."
He smiled. I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.
"Oh and no kissing afterward. I hate that. Deal?"
"Deal."
That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session. We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.
We were at our usual bitch session but the air was different, the energy charged. Not just sexually but charged with life. It felt safe to make a mistake. Maybe the new Colombian coffee blend was to blame; the coffee shop air was heavy with its sweet nutty aroma, new and exotic. Maybe the first warm spring day allowing coffee drinkers to ditch their hot coffee for the new cold brew was the catalyst. I don't know but as soon as we sank into our usual comfy leather chairs, I could feel the day was going to be different.
He always talked about his work, his family, and his muse de joure. I mostly stuck to talking about my feelings about myself and my relationships with my girlfriends, lamenting the latest backstabbing. Truly unsexy topics and yet we predictably ended up at sex. He liked to tease my inexperience. He was far from a man whore, preferring to talk a good game and fantasize rather than taking actions leading to action.
On this day, he began to get into his cunnilingus skills. Apparently his skills were such that he had several lesbian repeat customers. I guess really it was my fault, I had forwarded a cunnilingus meme about practicing on an Oero cookie. Ever one to control his image, he corrected me; he practiced on watermelon.
As we finished our drinks, we decided to walk around the neighborhood. There was a new historic hotel that just opened at the end of the block so we walked and talked.
"Do you like it when someone goes down on you?"
My face turning beet red and my mind trying to find the right answer. What does he want to hear? Should I just be honest? Is he making an offer?
"Well, not really but maybe I've never been with anyone who is very good at it. I like sex, you know being pounded by a hard dick."
He seemed disappointed. What do I say? What did I say that was wrong?
"But that doesn't mean I'm against it. It's just not my go to."
He exhales and steps a bit closer. We are in front of the hotel. I feel his hand guiding me inside. I can feel the heat of his hand on the small of my back. Suddenly my panties are damp. I sneak a quick peek at his face. Is that courage I see?
"Welcome to the newly reopened $%&^* Hotel. Can I help you?"
"No, we are just looking around."
He is still guiding me. His hand is moving slowly from the small of my back across my waist as we board the elevator. He hits the top floor.
"Wait until you see the view!"
He's been here before. He didn't tell me that when I suggested walking up here. I guess my face ratted my thoughts out.
"I was here earlier. I wanted to make sure it was done so we could walk over. The front desk clerk wouldn't let me leave without seeing the view. Do forgive me for not telling you earlier?"
I meet his glaze. I turn my body into his and kiss him just as the elevator doors open.
We step off and he takes my hand. We walk to the end of the hall and he fishes out a room key. As he swings open the door, I see the view. He was right; the view is amazing.
I rush to the window and then feel him gently pushed up against my back, his hand resting on my waist. I turn into him and enjoy a longer sweeter kiss. My body tingles from the excitement. He smells like fresh cotton and coffee. My panties are getting soaked.
We walk towards the bed still kissing, our hands greedily exploring each other. Zero to 60, from besties to lovers?
His mouth slowly moves down my neck. My lips are suddenly lonely for his. He kisses a straight line down the center of my body until he is on his knees. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning my pants. Oh crap, granny panties! I didn't plan for this. My sexy black thong is sitting in my underwear drawer! Fuck!
He doesn't seem to notice. What he is after is under the panties which suddenly I feel around my ankles. His mouth continues its path down my midline through my pubic hair to my labia. He gently parts my labia to taste my wetness.
"So wet. Have you been wanting this?"
"Wanting, no. Longing."
His tongue flicked my clit as his finger slipped inside of me. He lead me to lay back on the bed with his free hand while slipping another finger inside of me. I reached back and grabbed a pillow. My body crazy with desire. My pussy praying for release.
He was an expert. He ate my wet pussy with such skill as to keep me close to cumming but not releasing me until he willed it. My orgasm would build and just as I would about to cum he would back off. He kept me on edge for what seemed hours. Take me to the brink then back off. Just as I was sure I couldn't handle another minute of that expert tongue in me, on me, throughout me, he plunged as deeply into my pussy as any dick ever had and I came harder than ever in my life. I felt myself crying tears of extreme pleasure, my 1st heaven orgasm.
Once I returned back into my body, I saw his face next to mine on the bed.
"You weren't lying about your skills."
He turned red. "No. I wasn't. Did you think I was."
"Well, you are a man. Knowing you would never be put to the test, why not embellish? But no, you didn't embellish. And now what? You want me to go down on you?"
"No. I want to please you. I want coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus. Not everytime but sometimes."
I searched his face to see if he was joking or being serious.
"Once a month or so we'll set up CCC meetings. I bring witty conversations and sexy panties. You bring those pussy eating skills."
He smiled. I smiled back and laid my head on his chest.
"Oh and no kissing afterward. I hate that. Deal?"
"Deal."
That was the first coffee, conversation, and cunnilingus session. We still meet up for dinner and coffee too but about once a month I get a text "CCC" and on those days I make sure to wear the pretty panties.
This one time in my professor's office
I've known this professor for many years. Met him as an undergrad but once I became a graduate student, I began to see him with different eyes. He got hotter as he aged. Instead of some scary professor, he was a hot man I wanted to fuck. This made our meetings in his office very difficult. I would go in to talk about my master's thesis and leave with panties soaked at the thought of him touching me.
On this day fantasy became reality. I had graduated and came back one last time before moving on to the real world. Really I just wanted to thank him for all of his time over the years and thank him I did.
It started just like any other conversation. I came in and sat down. His desk was always between himself and his students so there is never any chance of accidental touching. As I got up to leave, he came around his desk to hug me goodbye or so I thought. As he came around, he grabbed his office doorknob and gently closed the door as he hugged me. I tilted my head up towards him as we hugged. He leaned in and he kissed me. I was shocked but immediately kissed him back to make sure he knew I was okay with it. Then he kissed me harder, more passionately with more desire. I didn't retreat, I kissed back matching his desire, his heat, his passion.
As I relaxed into the kisses, he let his hands explore my body. They dropped from a gentle hug around my waist to a frantic grabbing of my ass then just as frantically they moved up and under my shirt. Naked skin against naked skin. The touch hot with desire and excitement. I quietly moaned as his hands moved from the small of my back to my breast. First over my bra then under. My nipple erect at attention; my body begging for more.
My hands had also begun exploring his body. First his neck, then his back gently dropping to the waist of his pants. My fingers followed his waistband to the front and without making a conscious decision, I began to unbuckle his belt, then the button of his slacks, the zipper came down and my naked hands dove into his boxer briefs. I grabbed his hard dick with my right hand as my left hand slid to his ass cheek then lowered his underpants.
I could feel his hand on my shoulder gently pushing me down to my knees. I readily obeyed. For years, I had longed for this moment and I was not going to miss my opportunity. My mouth wet with desire quickly took the head of his dick while my hand worked the shaft. Once in my mouth, I began swallowing his dick as deeply as I could then releasing it to a swallow hold and then deeply again. I could hear his breath quicken and feel his hands searching for the right place on my head and shoulders.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, the sounds, the taste. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer. My nose was deep in his pubic hair and the smell was intoxicating. I began to taste more and more pre-cum and the grasp of his hands on me began to tighten. I knew the end was close. Do I swallow? Honestly, I hadn't thought that far ahead. Swallowing was not a normal part of my repertoire but then sucking off my professor wasn't either. Quickly I took his dick into my throat as far as I could and felt him cum hard and I could feel his ass tighten under my hands and as I looked up his mouth made the motion of a moan but not a sound escaped. As I swallowed the salty cum and slowly backed away from that now exhausted dick, I smiled proud of myself for doing what I wanted for once and thought the encounter was over.
As I stood up to give my knees a break and get feeling back into my feet, I felt his hands on my waist guiding me to sit on his desk. He slowly spread my legs apart with his body then kissed me. He began to kiss down my neck then the roundness of my breasts. He slowly worked down my stomach until he was on his knees. In the meanwhile, his hands had been work down my panties. As some point, I must have lifted myself off his desk to allow my panties to completely slip off but I don't remember. I remember my skirt was around my waist and then from my navel to my clit, he moved his mouth. I wanted to cry out in surprise and pleasure but instead, my breath got throatier.
His tongue parted my labia and found its way deep into my pussy. I could feel his breath on my clit. Then he placed two fingers in my pussy and his tongue working my clit. He finger fucked me while devouring me. I placed my hand on his head and as I did he inserted another finger. I accidentally let out a moan but caught myself before getting too loud. I felt him laugh at my slip-up and then his hand quickly jumped to my waist and his tongue was again deep inside my pussy. As he ate my pussy, he twirled and vibrated his tongue. I came hard enough to actually squeeze his tongue out.
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me in deep thought. He broke the silence, "More?" I couldn't speak, I just nodded. He pulled me off his desk, turned me around and plunged his dick deep inside of me. I was so slick from cumming, he slid right in. He pounded me hard and fast against his desk. Again my breath quickened and deepened. He had one hand on my hip and another on my breast, his finger lightly pinching my nipple. I didn't want it to end. The pleasure, the excitement, the fantasy turned reality. I wanted to stay right there in that moment. Just as I inhaled I felt him cumming deep inside of me and that spasm sent me into a full-body rolling orgasm. We both exhaled at the same time and began to fall back into his office chairs.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Neither wanting to break the quiet sexual energy in the room but both knowing the moment was over. What do you say after a one-time amazing sex session? Bye? See-ya? Nothing seemed correct. Then just as awkwardly, the office phone rang. He jumped to answer it. I dressed myself as he spoke into the phone. How much time had passed? Had anyone hear us? How many other students before me had had these same thoughts followed by a walk of shame down the hall and out of the department building? As these thoughts flooded my mind, he hung up the phone.
It was as if he could hear my thoughts. He quietly walked to my side and hugged me. The same way everything had started it was ending. The hug was quick and felt dismissive and final. "Thank you for everything Dr." I awkwardly said as I turned to open the door. He placed his hand on my shoulder, "Don't be a stranger." I walked out of the office and haven't been back. The sex was all fantasy but the goodbye was a horror movie. Still, I'm glad I took the plunge.
On this day fantasy became reality. I had graduated and came back one last time before moving on to the real world. Really I just wanted to thank him for all of his time over the years and thank him I did.
It started just like any other conversation. I came in and sat down. His desk was always between himself and his students so there is never any chance of accidental touching. As I got up to leave, he came around his desk to hug me goodbye or so I thought. As he came around, he grabbed his office doorknob and gently closed the door as he hugged me. I tilted my head up towards him as we hugged. He leaned in and he kissed me. I was shocked but immediately kissed him back to make sure he knew I was okay with it. Then he kissed me harder, more passionately with more desire. I didn't retreat, I kissed back matching his desire, his heat, his passion.
As I relaxed into the kisses, he let his hands explore my body. They dropped from a gentle hug around my waist to a frantic grabbing of my ass then just as frantically they moved up and under my shirt. Naked skin against naked skin. The touch hot with desire and excitement. I quietly moaned as his hands moved from the small of my back to my breast. First over my bra then under. My nipple erect at attention; my body begging for more.
My hands had also begun exploring his body. First his neck, then his back gently dropping to the waist of his pants. My fingers followed his waistband to the front and without making a conscious decision, I began to unbuckle his belt, then the button of his slacks, the zipper came down and my naked hands dove into his boxer briefs. I grabbed his hard dick with my right hand as my left hand slid to his ass cheek then lowered his underpants.
I could feel his hand on my shoulder gently pushing me down to my knees. I readily obeyed. For years, I had longed for this moment and I was not going to miss my opportunity. My mouth wet with desire quickly took the head of his dick while my hand worked the shaft. Once in my mouth, I began swallowing his dick as deeply as I could then releasing it to a swallow hold and then deeply again. I could hear his breath quicken and feel his hands searching for the right place on my head and shoulders.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, the sounds, the taste. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer. My nose was deep in his pubic hair and the smell was intoxicating. I began to taste more and more pre-cum and the grasp of his hands on me began to tighten. I knew the end was close. Do I swallow? Honestly, I hadn't thought that far ahead. Swallowing was not a normal part of my repertoire but then sucking off my professor wasn't either. Quickly I took his dick into my throat as far as I could and felt him cum hard and I could feel his ass tighten under my hands and as I looked up his mouth made the motion of a moan but not a sound escaped. As I swallowed the salty cum and slowly backed away from that now exhausted dick, I smiled proud of myself for doing what I wanted for once and thought the encounter was over.
As I stood up to give my knees a break and get feeling back into my feet, I felt his hands on my waist guiding me to sit on his desk. He slowly spread my legs apart with his body then kissed me. He began to kiss down my neck then the roundness of my breasts. He slowly worked down my stomach until he was on his knees. In the meanwhile, his hands had been work down my panties. As some point, I must have lifted myself off his desk to allow my panties to completely slip off but I don't remember. I remember my skirt was around my waist and then from my navel to my clit, he moved his mouth. I wanted to cry out in surprise and pleasure but instead, my breath got throatier.
His tongue parted my labia and found its way deep into my pussy. I could feel his breath on my clit. Then he placed two fingers in my pussy and his tongue working my clit. He finger fucked me while devouring me. I placed my hand on his head and as I did he inserted another finger. I accidentally let out a moan but caught myself before getting too loud. I felt him laugh at my slip-up and then his hand quickly jumped to my waist and his tongue was again deep inside my pussy. As he ate my pussy, he twirled and vibrated his tongue. I came hard enough to actually squeeze his tongue out.
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me in deep thought. He broke the silence, "More?" I couldn't speak, I just nodded. He pulled me off his desk, turned me around and plunged his dick deep inside of me. I was so slick from cumming, he slid right in. He pounded me hard and fast against his desk. Again my breath quickened and deepened. He had one hand on my hip and another on my breast, his finger lightly pinching my nipple. I didn't want it to end. The pleasure, the excitement, the fantasy turned reality. I wanted to stay right there in that moment. Just as I inhaled I felt him cumming deep inside of me and that spasm sent me into a full-body rolling orgasm. We both exhaled at the same time and began to fall back into his office chairs.
We sat there in silence for a moment. Neither wanting to break the quiet sexual energy in the room but both knowing the moment was over. What do you say after a one-time amazing sex session? Bye? See-ya? Nothing seemed correct. Then just as awkwardly, the office phone rang. He jumped to answer it. I dressed myself as he spoke into the phone. How much time had passed? Had anyone hear us? How many other students before me had had these same thoughts followed by a walk of shame down the hall and out of the department building? As these thoughts flooded my mind, he hung up the phone.
It was as if he could hear my thoughts. He quietly walked to my side and hugged me. The same way everything had started it was ending. The hug was quick and felt dismissive and final. "Thank you for everything Dr." I awkwardly said as I turned to open the door. He placed his hand on my shoulder, "Don't be a stranger." I walked out of the office and haven't been back. The sex was all fantasy but the goodbye was a horror movie. Still, I'm glad I took the plunge.
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