Page 15 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“Fuck,” Tony mutters. “Now show me your pussy.”
I gasp despite the anticipation, and in no time, my skirt is on the floor. I stand in front of him, my shirt covering only my back, and my bottom is bare.
His eyes are fixed on my pelvis. He swallows and says in a croaky voice, “Sit down and spread your legs.”
I don’t hesitate to plop down on a chair near me, opening my legs wide.
“Holy Jesus.” He sucks in a breath. His hungry look makes me ache with desire but he doesn’t make a move to come forward. Instead, he braces himself and grips his own biceps as if fighting his urge.
“Touch yourself!” he commands a second later.
One of my hands travels down to my center, and I moan when I find how wet I am. My thighs are sticky, too. Although excited, I’m embarrassed, too. This is the first time I ever let anyone watch me touch myself. The fact that he’s my hot professor only turns me on more. Soon, I’m dripping on his chair.
The pleasure building inside me is overwhelming, and Tony’s lustful eyes only expedite my pending orgasm. I’ve wanted to come since the moment I teased him during the exam. I close my eyes momentarily to wait for the wave to crash down, but when I hear the sound of the zipper, my eyes pop open immediately.
Tony is holding his thick length in his hand and stroking it. Holy Moses. What an incredible sight!
I’m so stunned I forget my own urge to come, and I lick my lips again.
Tony groans, and without warning, he grabs me and pulls me toward his desk. “You dirty little girl. I know how much you want my cock. It’s why you’re in my class, isn’t it? I’m going to give it to you. And you’re going to take me over and over until we’re both senseless.”
Oh my dear God! I whimper at that threat. Yes. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted and what I’ve fantasized about since I first met him.
I feel the warmth of my own girly juice trickling down my thighs as Tony places me on top of his desk. And then, to my astonishment, he kneels in front of me, spreads me wider, and buries his face within my thighs.
I haven’t had the time to realize that he’s eating me out when I feel his tongue licking my folds and flicking across my clit. I moan as the exquisite, velvety sensation thrills me. Wow. I’ve never expected this. My high school boyfriend never went down on me. Most of the times when we had sex, it was about him. I grasp Tony’s hair to steady myself, afraid the sheer energy his tongue creates will throw me off the desk. That’s obviously a wise move because I sway as his tongue suddenly thrusts into my aching center.
“Ohmygod!” I cry out. “More, please!”
I can hear him chuckle down there and I don’t care. I’ve passed the point of feeling embarrassed about my behavior. Supporting my weight with an elbow, I start to buck my hips so I can grind my pussy on his face.
“Shit,” Tony mutters a curse and pulls lightly away. Smirking at me briefly, he bends back down, and eyes not leaving me, sucks my nub into his lips.
That’s it. I scream as a tidal wave overtakes me. Tony’s hand flies to cover my mouth and muffle my voice, reminding me I’m in his office.
I’m still shaking when he holds me and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. The gesture is so intimate I coo. “Fuck me, please, Tony,” I whisper into his ear.
He doesn’t have to be asked twice. Putting me down on my feet, he flips me and bends me over his desk. I press my arms into the surface and open my legs wide while he palms my hips with his warm hands. “I’ve missed your pretty ass, Anna,” he says. And then I feel his lips trailing across the back of my thigh to my buttocks. He even nips on my flesh just to tease me.
I’m bereft of warmth during the brief moment he leaves me to retreat a condom. “Hurry,” I urge him impatiently.
“So eager,” he says while slapping my cheek. And then his finger slides from the cleft of my cheeks to the front, lingering at the entrance of my puss. It slips inside me slowly as if testing. “So silky and tight, just as I’ve imagined.”
I whimper, not only at the sensation but the fact he’s imagined me. I wriggle my backside at him instinctively, inviting him to go deeper.
But he pulls out his finger and nudges something thick and velvety against me. Knowing what it is, I involuntarily whine and open my legs wider.
“Here we go, baby,” he coaxes. “Don’t be afraid. I’m big, but you’re wet. Just relax, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble. I love his dominant way with me but his gentle voice turns me on more.
He inches in slowly at first, stretching my walls and giving me a chance to adjust to his thickness. But once his fat head makes its way in, the rest of him slips in easily, filling me to the hilt in one slick thrust.
The fullness feels heavenly after weeks of pining for him and imagining the promises his glorious manhood would bring. It’s so satisfying that I want to sob, and at the same time, I’m needy. I’m on the verge of begging him to move faster and deeper but decide not to be greedy and just take whatever he has to offer. Besides the amazing sensation, I love the feeling of his body against mine, covering me and pressing me like a warm blanket.
While thrusting with a deliberate pace, Tony’s hand slips under my shirt to cup my breast, and his lips touch the shell of my ear, kissing and biting gently. I’m floating on a cloud of pleasure as he pounds into me, making his desk wobble with each movement.
“Have you imagined this, Anna?” he asks, rolling my nipple while filling me.
