Her dark eyes looked into his, his eyes traveled down the line of her v-neck sweater, gazing at her full cleavage caused by her adult chest.
“I don’t think teachers have dark secrets,” he said gently.
“None?” she asked slowly.
“None that I’m liable to discuss with you at least,” he replied.
She sat on his lap, her thin arms around his neck. “Why not? I won’t tell daddy, I promise,” she whispered into his ear innocently before licking the outer edge with the tip of her tongue.
“It doesn’t matter who you tell,” he replied shakily, his penis tightening against his slacks. “I can’t tell you.”
Without hesitation, she pressed her gentle lips to his, kissing him deeply, her tongue swimming in his mouth. At first, he was reluctant. This was not only the dean’s daughter, but his student as well. If anyone found out—
It didn’t matter. Her kisses were tantalizing and left him wanting more than he had thought possible. “Touch me Toye,” she pleaded, taking his hand and placing it on her thigh. It was weird hearing her call him by name. In his mind it gave him less power than he wanted to have. He wanted to conquer her. “Tell me your darkest desires.”His hand travelled up her soft leg slowly, disappearing under her skirt like a street-thief into the purse of an un-knowing victim. His fingertips hit the crotch of panties, slightly drenched already.
“You really wanna know?” He asked, stopping all ties between their lips.
She nodded and sat on the edge of the desk, legs open, giving him a full view, what he discovered, were pink-laced underwear. “Tell me,” she said, one hand caressing her thigh, the other one holding on to the edge of d desk.
“Well,” he started. “One involves you. Pretty much this same scenario. I’ve had countless fantasies about you, about me, about us, becoming one and keeping our dirty little ordeal a secret.”
“What do you do in these ‘fantasies?” she asked, pulling her skirt up over the middle of her thigh. “Please me? Make me cum? Make me scream your name while you pound my naughty little pussy?” she asked. There was a teasing in her voice, like her pride rested on his very answer.
“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” He asked, pushing her legs open wider. She leaned back as if urging him on. He was eager and willing to submit his desires and her pleads.
He ran his tongue up the inside of her thighs, switching between each one. She cooed from somewhere deep inside of her, like a steamer alerting an oncoming island. He pushed into her and kissed her passionately, like it was their last moment together. His hand ventured down her body then up the insides of her legs while their lips were engaged in a furious lock. His middle finger prodded in between her pussy lips, massaging her clit from outside of her under garments. She grabbed his arm gently as It continued to toy with her, causing her to moan softly, her eyes closing, her head rolling back. He could feel her sexual juices producing, more and more as each passing second ticked away. His finger became damper as her moans became deeper.
He stuck his finger in his mouth, the taste lingering on his tongue for an instant before dripping down his throat, filling him with an unexplainable desire. It was as if he needed more, my stomach begging for it. He pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, papers fluttering to the floor abandoned. He pulled her skirt up all the way, only to pull it all the way off microseconds later. She lifted her ass off the desk as she pushed her moist panties off, throwing those into the pile with her pleated kilt.
He sat in his chair and pulled himself close to her, the perfect length away from her sapping vagina. She was shaved, and freshly. The lips were smooth against his lips. He only felt them for a moment before she pulled them apart with her hand. He looked up at her and she looked down at him, biting her lip innocently. It drove him crazy and caused him to dive into her wet love box, his tongue raging wildly against her tenderly aroused clit.
“Oh, gawd yes,” she cooed as his tongue glided from her vagina to the top of her clit, then back down, over and over again. She tasted sweet. Like an orange. There was an incredible difference between the taste of an older woman and a young university student. He learned that quickly. His tongue glided up and down her wet slit in a steady motion. As she grew wetter, he inserted two fingers into her sapping wet cunt slowly. She moaned loudly, her hips pushing forward, guiding his fingers in. “Mmm…that feels so good,” she acknowledged, letting him know he was doing what he should be.
As his tongue continued to beat against her throbbing clit, his fingers probed in and out of her cunt, her thick juices running into the palm of his hand. Her hips rocked slowly, her pussy against his palm, her smooth muff humping his face. He could feel her g-spot under the tips of his long, thick fingers. It was throbbing, alerting him of the nearing orgasm.
“Gawd, I’m going to cum,” she announced. Her moans were now throat tight screams, pushing out of her sexually aroused body.
He stopped all action. She looked at him confused, almost hurt. “W…What are you doing?”
He undid his dress pants, and kicked them off, his dick hard already. He wasn’t huge, like some of the Uni boys bragged about being, but he had never had any complaints about his 7 ½ inch package. And he was thick. The blessing fit into most women perfectly and brought them to amazing orgasms.
She looked at his cock and smiled at him, taking it in her free hand, holding her wet pussy open with the other. He pushed it into her slowly, the muscles tightening around him, pulling him in. He thrusted deeply once. She moaned gently. He thrusted again. She moaned loudly. Pulling all the way out, he rammed my cock into her young body. She clawed at his back. Leaning her head back, she let out a scream, followed by several loud moans as she came. Her body jerked and held his penis captive until her small orgasm was complete.
“Oh, my gawd,” she moaned softly as he pulled out gently.
“You think I’m done?” He asked, throwing her an evil grin.
She looked at him and raised one of her manicured eyebrows. “Um…no?”
“Get off my desk,” he demanded, the authority coming back into his voice.
She hopped off his desk, a faint glow of her juices on the polished mahogany.
“Take off your shirt,” he said casually yet firmly, sitting down in his desk chair.
She looked at him stone faced and flung her hair to one side. Slowly, her delicate fingers wrapped around the bottom of her sweater. First, her toned stomach was revealed, a small ring dangling from her belly button. Then, the bottom of her naked breasts peaked out. She pulled her shirt off the rest of the wall, divulging her full, adult chest, hard pink nipples standing on end.
She dropped her shirt in the pile of their stripped clothes and looked at him, waiting for the next command.
“Turn around,” he said after pondering what he wanted to do next. She obeyed. He stood up and stood behind her. “Now bend over.”
She did, her round ass pushing back at him. He smacked it once; it stung slightly. She giggled. “I feel like a slut.”
“Do you like feeling like a slut?” He asked, half concerned.
She shook her ass, pushing it towards him. “I like being fucked like a slut.”
Her lips were pink and swollen, glazed with her succulent juices. He grabbed his cock firmly and teased her clit with the head. “Mmm…I like that,” she whispered as she started sliding back and forth gently. She continued to sigh as his dick massaged her already aroused clit. “Just fuck me, please,” she begged sadly, as if she were going to cry.
He complied, driving his dick into her quickly, unexpectedly. She moaned, pushing back into him. He began diving deep into her, quickly, flawlessly. She was well lubricated, and her tight pussy felt good around his rod.
“Harder,” she said, moments into it. He obeyed. Like a fired up piston, he worked fiercely from behind her. He grabbed onto her hips as she met his deep thrusts. He moaned. She moaned. It was as if they were dueling to outdo the sexual feelings they were creating for each other. His strokes became harder and faster as his dick swelled up inside of her. “Faster!” she cried between loud screams and moans. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck me Toye. Make me cum.”
He complied happily n pounded her wet, hot pussy from behind. They fucked hard, as if they were trying to prove a point to each other. In an instant she yelled out and arched her back up high as he thrust into her as deep and as fast as he could. She seemed to alternate between loud groans of pleasure and whimpering “oh god”. A wanton slurping was heard as his dick pushed in and out of her roughly. He could feel her muscles contracting repeatedly around his filled genital.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” she announced yet again.
“Cum with me then,” she begged as he pounded her faster and harder with the rest of the energy he had in his body.
A few hard thrusts and grunts later, their bodies climaxed together and released all the sexual torture that had built up. His cock jerked inside of her as he pumped his hot cum deep into her throbbing vagina. She threw her body up against him as she came instants later, her hot juices rushing around his penis.
He pulled out slowly, their combined lusts running down their lower crevices.
“God, that was amazing, did it fulfill your fantasies?” she asked as she put her shirt back on.
He nodded. “I think it was better than my fantasies.” He pulled his pants back on and redid them.
She zipped her skirt up and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She picked up her laced underwear and wiped her wet crotch. Smiling, she handed him the panties. “Have a good weekend,” she said cockily.
“Thanks, you too,” he said, stuffing the undergarments into the back of his bottom drawer. She looked into his eyes and zipped his pants for him
“See ya,” she yelled over her shoulder as she unlocked his office door and opened it. She looked over her shoulder, blew him a kiss, and then disappeared into the hall……
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