Hand Job Slut Ch. 06

Nancy opened her mouth slightly, and let a large load of saliva run down the shaft of his slender, vein-laced cock. It slipped easily beneath her fingers and coated the throbbing organ, making it slick and gooey. The twisting of her hands continued, and the professor squirmed even more.

She slowly increased the pressure of her moist palms against the smooth, slick, veiny skin of the professor's tool. She gradually increased the amount of twist as well, going farther and farther in each direction before reversing the rotation. The professor moaned softly and shuddered with pleasure.

Nancy pulled upward and slightly forward on the cock, forcing the professor to rotate his hips, bringing his dangling nut sack into view. Nancy took her mouth off his cock head and placed it below his balls, licking and sucking at the wrinkly sack. Her hands never left his shaft, or slowed in their twisting, stroking motions. Her tongue tea-bagged furiously on his balls. The professor gritted his teeth and sweat broke out on his brow.

Finally, Nancy sucked one of his gonads into her mouth, hoovering it with a sudden popping sound. At the same time, she raised her right hand to engulf the sensitive head of the professor's tortured penis, still twisting and turning, opposite to her left hand on the shaft. The onslaught was all that the old gentleman could take, and he began to cum. Multiple spurts of pearly cum shot out of his pee hole, which Nancy, for the most part, managed to catch in the palm of her right hand.

Nancy stood up, releasing the professor's cock, which bobbed lewdly in his lap. She raised her hand to her mouth, and slurped up the puddle of gooey cum from her palm. She stared into the professor's eyes, which were glazed over, but eventually came back to life. He shook himself and tried to regain his composure. He stood as well, straightened his tie, and looked back at Nancy.

"Well, my dear, I guess you've earned yourself an A for my class. That was quite a performance. Just tell me your name, and I'll be sure that you get your A at the end of the semester."

"Oh, no, I wasn't trying to earn an A that way," Nancy protested. "I just wanted to earn some tutoring time with you. I'll get my A fair and square. You just clear an hour of your time for me one day per week. I'll get forty-five minutes of tutoring, and you'll get fifteen minutes of hand job. Deal?"

"Deal!" said the professor, and stuck out his hand. Nancy shook it. The professor looked sourly at his hand and wiped it on his tweed jacket. "How about we start tomorrow?" he asked.

"Perfect," said Nancy. "I'll see you at five o'clock."

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Nancy will return in: Hand Job Slut 7: The Slut Who Stroked Me