1. class time


    Date: 7/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: professor k, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    of your release by your lack of concern about place or time; your mind and body were totally consumed by your orgasm without regard to your surroundings. I clicked the device to "Off," but that had no immediate impact on you. Your body was still responding to the jolts of intense pleasure emanating from your clit. It was several minutes before you were able to regain your composure. When you did, you saw that I was sitting at the desk beside you. "Wow," was all you could say. I was close enough to see the beads of sweat on your upper lip, and I could smell the aroma of your pussy juices. That smell, that animalistic, primal scent, stirred my need for you. I had to have you now. But the classroom was far too public. At least we had had a few minutes of privacy while you recovered, but now it was time to move elsewhere. I grasped your hand and helped you rise from the desk. You wobbled unsteadily, but then you began moving toward the door. As I gathered your belongings and my notes and then followed you out, I noticed that the entire back of your skirt had been saturated by your pussy's flow. I smiled. You walked beside me as we moved down the hall toward my office. Your pace was slow and deliberate and it took several minutes to walk the short distance. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. I left the light off, so we were illuminated only by the light coming in from the single window high in one wall. I turned to look at you. You were more beautiful than ever at ...
    that moment. Your face still showed signs of the intense orgasm from which you were still recovering. Your hair was slightly disarrayed and your clothes were disheveled. You leaned against my desk to keep from falling down. You looked like a woman who had just had the best fuck of her life, and yet no one had even touched you. But that was about to change. "You did well," I said. "Are you ready for your reward?" "Yes, sir." There was that "sir" again, and it had the same impact as before. I could wait no longer. I knelt before you and tucked the hem of your skirt up into the waistband so I could see what I was about to do. Your panties were soaked. I peeled them down your legs with difficulty. Once they were off, I raised them to my nose and sniffed your sensual essence. It was heavenly! Tossing them aside, I reached up under your skirt again and removed the vibrator. It glistened with your juices, and wet trails meandered down your thighs where your juices had flowed. I raised my hand to stroke your engorged lips. They were puffy and swollen and parted slightly to expose your inner crimson. Effortlessly I slid two fingers up inside you. As I did so, you raised your ass so you could sit on the edge of my desk. "Oh, eat my pussy! I need to feel your tongue on me. Suck my clit! Oh, please eat me!" Needing no further invitation, I leaned forward and laved your pussy from top to bottom, seeking the nectar secreted in its every nook and cranny. I sucked your lips between mine and ...
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