Night Notes From a Professor

I sit behind a cache of digital paper
The life of a midnight marker
400 1st year soft arts
Their words are papercuts
Too thin to bleed
Too cheap to eat
Dead stare into screen
Vacant spectre on a flickering mirror
Vitality sinks to my groin
Where my creativity lies sleeping
A tingle, a stir
A thought
A distraction
A ticking pulse
My cock awakens to a gentle throb
A moment of reprieve
For a commitment to monotony
...
Ms Mandy
She is committed to her work
She knows I'm online
She is too
She asks me how the marking is going
I frown emoji
She lurks to message my phone
She empathises with my 'alone'
The risk shudders and quivers in me
I cannot deny the wish for her sweet pussy
She indicates her willingness to assist
To ease the tension
Where the work somatically persists
She says she would sit still beside me
Bring me tea and watch me closely
Then sit beneath me
Reading
Close to my leg
Looking up
Moving slowly
She disappears
I wonder where she has gone
Her face appears beneath my desk
Eyes sapphire blue
Hair curled firey red
Her nose resting on my hardened crotch
She smiles a little
Saying she could help me relax more
Delicate fingers unzip
Reaches in
And gracefully relieves a prisoner of his torment
She worshipfully strokes
Whispering undecipherable spells with the tip of her tongue
She takes my hard into the 'o' of her blushing lips
With her tongue she licks
Circumnavigating, lapping for precum
Her modest uniform reveals enough for inspiration
She slowly reveals more
Laced and gartered underwear
Pushed down as she glares at me
Distracted, the screen blurs
She bares her pale pink nippled breasts
Cock pops from her mouth
She pushes me back away from the desk
Backs me up on my chair
Bends me back
My cock erect
She mounts with certainty
Panties shifted aside
Oh Gods! That crease between her hip and thigh
Grinding, just grinding
This is what nightschool should be
My hands slide along her spine
Around her waist
Ahold on her ribcage
I lean in
Kiss the side and back of her neck
My teeth dig in, just a bit
To extract, that youthful essence
A serpent hand slides down to softly massage her pulsing clit
My cock and I are deep inside her
Grabbing her perky breasts,
Nipples hard solid as kisses
She allows me to hold her throat
She moans a little
I pick her up onto the desk
Fuck the screen, fuck the rest
"Pump me, Professor B, pump me!"
Her legs wrapped around me
Hands on her hips
Dug into soft tender flesh
She grabs my ass
Thrusts me deeper inside
Motivates my movement
To thrust harder
She cries with such vigor
The grind is a ravenous ocean
Waves crashing
We are immersed in the elements
Of breath, perspiration, body, scent, taste, and generation
She wants my cum
She wants it more than anything else
Or so I think
She works me
Such a committed student
The pulse aches
The pressure builds
The volcanic fire quakes
I need to explode
She urges me,
She floods with ecstasy
She sucks the essence with her tight grip
The wave crashes
...
I
Simply
Do
Not
Have
Words
For
This
Synchronicity
I
Had
No
Other
Choice
But
To
Cum
Instantly
...
She stares deeply
Smiles curiously
Looks at the last dripping
And asks if this will improve her results?
...