Page 6 of Auctioned to the Professor

“Do you enjoy art or is this just for decoration?” she asks.

“I have a deep appreciation for it now,” I tell her. Ever since I learned she was an art major. Her beaming smile is my reward for doing my homework. “Are you hungry or thirsty?” I ask, wanting to put her at ease.

She doesn’t seem nervous at all anymore though, which is no less than what I expect from my wild girl. And she’s really mine now. I’m looking forward to having her, this bizarre obsession with my beautiful young student has taken up all my free time - this will make all that I did worth it. I hope this is the start of something real between us.

“No, I don’t want anything… to eat or drink,” she says.

She moves away from the painting and tentatively stands before me, looking up into my eyes. This close I can see they’re not just the green of summer grass, but have a darker rim that’s almost azure, like a deep lake I want to dive into. She licks her lips as she slides her hand up my chest. Even her tentative touch inflames me.

“I’m glad you won, Professor Simmons.”

I nearly choke as my cock almost tears past the zipper of my pants. “Call me Grady,” I say. “I’m not your professor anymore, you know.”

“It’s a little naughty though, isn’t it?” She leans closer and her coat falls open to reveal the smallest hint of cleavage pushing up against the lace bra. “You know, when I saw you yesterday, I wished you would somehow go to the auction and bid on me.”

With a groan, I wrap my arms around her and yank her close, tugging on her long hair to tip her chin up to me. I lean down to finally taste her, my tongue sliding between her parted lips.

She sighs as she clutches my jacket. I lower my palms to grip her ass tighter and realize we’re both wearing far too many clothes.

I pull back and rip at my tie. Her eyes are wide and dark and I remind myself this is her first time. As much as I want to sink deep inside her and pound her wildly until we’re both screaming, I need to slow down.

“I promise this will be a night you won’t forget.”

“I know, Professor,” she whispers, standing before me with a look of hope and trust that makes my heart twist. “I can’t wait.”

“Oh, my girl, neither can I.”

When my tie is loose, I fling it over my head and shrug out of my jacket. Then I reach for her coat and ease it open to reveal her glorious body. Her rosy nipples are tight peaks under the sheer white lace, and I dip to nuzzle each one, making her shiver and reach for my hair.

She lets the coat fall down her arms and I move lower, kissing her belly and making her tremble. I hold onto her hips and tug at the top band of the little scrap of lace covering her mound.

“Professor,” she whines, pushing on my head.

I glance up. “What do you want?” I ask. “Do you know what I’m about to do? Has any man ever eaten your little virgin pussy?”

Her head whips back and forth, making her hair tumble over her shoulders. “No, never. I just want… I want what you want. Please.”

I slip my fingers between her thighs, pushing against the damp fabric of her panties. “Feel how wet you are for me? I’m going to make you even wetter.”

Tearing off the tiny thong, I grip her hips and plunge my tongue between her slick folds. She’s as delicious as I imagined, and I’ve been dreaming about licking her slippery pussy for more than a year now. Dreaming about how hot and wet and tight she’d be, with only my own hand to give me any relief from the torture of thinking about her, wanting and needing to fuck her perfect body.

I roll my tongue over her swollen clit, pressing hard and making her gasp. I need more. We both need more. I stand, picking her up and carrying her to my bedroom. I snap on the light because I want to see every inch of her. Every goosebump, every shiver.

Tossing her on the bed, I spread her legs and dive back in, ramming my tongue deep inside. Reaching up, I push her bra up to tweak her nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb as I lap at her juices. Her hips rise and she cries out, grabbing at me wherever she can reach.

“What are you doing to me?” she cries out, thrashing like a fish on a line.

I grip her hips and hold them tight against the mattress, then take both her wrists in one of my hands.

“I’m making you come, little girl. Hasn’t anyone ever made you come before?”

She shakes her head furiously back and forth, the only thing she can move since I have complete control of her body. “Please don’t stop.”

“Be still,” I command. “Let me lick your sexy little pussy.”

With a gasp, she keeps struggling, straining to lift her hips to my mouth. How am I not already driving deep inside her? My cock is as hard as iron, throbbing to feel her slick heat. But I want to make her feel the same level of desperation and desire I’ve been feeling for so long. I dip my head and slowly lick her from her clit all the way down to her tiny pink asshole and back up again, then look her in the eyes.

“Don’t you touch yourself, Faye? You’ve never had a single orgasm, not even one you give yourself?”

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