Taken by the Amazons
Ah yes, he knew
which memory he'd revisit. Her name was Brie or Brianna, something like that.
She had asked him to meet her at the library for help with her paper on Anaïs
Nin. He barely remembered her paper, but good Lord, did he remember her smooth
tanned thighs, the gold necklace that dangled in the tight cleavage between her
breasts, and her long blonde hair that fell in layers around her lovely face.
When he had
been certain that he was getting the right vibes, he had let one hand rest on
the inside of her thigh. Instead of squirming away and slapping his face, she
leaned closer, the signal he was hoping for. He had let his hand creep up her
mini-skirt, brushing the soft skin of her thighs, making her shiver.
He had almost cried tears of joy when he discovered that she wasn't wearing panties.
Looking around
to make sure they had privacy in their out of the way corner, he let his
fingers brush the velvety skin of her clean-shaven folds, and when he felt how
wet she was, he almost came in his pants. He let his fingers slide into her
tight, wet pussy, and she began to moan and push herself upon his fingers.
While his fingers did their work, he massaged her clit with his thumb, watching
her face as he pleasured her.
By now, she had
closed her eyes and was entirely focused on what he was doing to her under the
table. Her face was flushed, and she was biting her plump, lower lip. When she
began to moan and press against his hand, he could tell that she was well on
her way to an orgasm. He added a third finger to the ones that were fucking
her, and this was the final act that pushed her over. Writhing on his hand, she
cried out loud when she came, and he instantly felt a gush of moisture from her
pussy.
She had limply
slid part-way down her chair when her climax was over. With sleepy eyes and a
wicked smile, she then slid completely under the table. He was a little unsure
what she was up to until he felt her fingers undoing the button of his jeans.
Now his face
was the one with a wicked smile. He had happily reached under the table and threaded
his fingers through her silky hair. When she had sprung his cock free from its
pants prison, he almost gasped when he felt her warm lips encase his cock. He
had tightened his fingers in her hair and began to gently push her closer to
his crotch, wanting to ram his cock into her mouth as deeply as he could. To
his surprise, she was able to take every inch he fed her, and after a quick
look around the room to make sure it was clear, he let himself go and fucked
her mouth as hard as he could.
All too soon,
he could feel the rise of an orgasm, and when she tightened her mouth around
him and played alongside his cock with her tongue, he couldn't hold back any
longer. With an audible groan, his pulsating cock filled her with his seed.
God, he loved being a professor.
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