The Trouble with Professor Jones

"Just how deep an investigation are you prepared for?" he was asking.

"As deep as you are willing to go," she replied, confidently. "If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing properly. And repeatedly!"

Up to that point, she had been quite proud of herself. She'd been daring and seductive and had projected an admirable degree of self-control. But some of that control was starting to waver. With all those thinly-veiled allusions to having the professor's penis buried deep inside her, she found it impossible not to think about his cock. Her mind was set on an irreversible path, and she found herself consumed with curiosity over how he would touch her, how he would kiss her, how he would make her cum. She had to admit to herself that, right now, there was not another man's semen she would rather swirl around in her mouth, no man she would rather hold deep inside her. Somehow, he had managed to coax a research paper from her that she could not have imagined writing only a week ago, and now she wondered what other feats he could inspire her to.

It was time, she decided, to stop beating around the bush.

She lifted her face to meet his gaze. Her voice was calm and controlled.

"I need to be clear, Professor Jones. I shaved my pussy this morning. I want you to have it. I want to give you my beautiful, shapely legs. I want to give you my long, sensitive neck. I want to give you my full, ripe breasts. I want to give you my warm, welcoming mouth, my deliciously fuckable ass, and every ounce of my insatiably creative, imaginative but terribly dirty mind. I want you to have these, to use these, to play with these, to mold these, so we can both enjoy seeing just how brilliant I can be."

Jones sat in silence awhile, considering her offer. It was so very tempting, but he knew there could be consequences. Serious consequences. Nevertheless, his academic obligations to her were already complete, and they were both grown, experienced adults. And he could not deny that he wanted her more than he'd wanted any woman in many years.

He stood in silence, rounded the desk, and stood over her chair. He extended both hands to her and, when she grasped them, he helped her to her feet. They stood close together now, their hands still entwined. When he spoke, it was with a quivering voice that betrayed the desire that had built up inside him.

"I accept your gracious offer. I will take your beautiful, shapely legs, your long sensitive neck, your warm welcoming mouth, your full ripe breasts, your deliciously fuckable ass, your freshly shaved pussy and your imaginative if dirty, dirty mind, and I promise to put them to excellent use." And as he said this, he let go of her hands and reached around her. She felt his hands sweep up the back of her thighs, raising the hem of her skirt and grasping the smooth, firm hemispheres of her bare ass.

He pulled her closer to him, until their bodies pressed together. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. And in those simple actions, he claimed her body as his own.

"Now, please, lock the office door. And then make sure the curtains are drawn."

Dutifully she did these things, while the professor sat down again behind his desk. He watched her closely, enjoying the way she moved. He took off his tie, and left it on the desk in front of him.

Once their privacy was assured, he beckoned her to stand across the room.

"Show me," he purred. And she did not hesitate. Taking the hem of her skirt, she lifted it upwards, peeling the tight fabric up above her waist. And the perfection of her cunt drew an approving moan from her Professor.

"Take the skirt right off. And the shirt. We won't need them."

Again, she did as she was told. And again, her Professor was delighted with what he saw.

"Now the bra. Take it off."

She was enjoying his attention, and was especially thrilled to see him rub at his own crotch as she turned around for him, knowing he would enjoy the view from every angle.

"Now, my angel. We should start to understand how you shall learn. Please, walk over this way."

She stood before him, wishing he would stretch out his hand to touch her. More than anything right then, she craved his hot, desperate touch across her bare flesh. Still, it made her feel good to see how keenly he watched her. And to see how large a bulge she had inspired in his trousers.

"You should kneel down, now." She knelt. "And close your eyes." So she closed her eyes without hesitation.

In the darkness, she felt him place his tie around her neck, and once he instructed her to open her eyes, she found him looking down into her eyes while holding one end of his tie tightly.

He smiled. "Do you feel safe?" She nodded. "Do you trust me?" She nodded again. "And what did you say you were willing to give me?"

"Everything," she breathed, and she grasped his hands and placed them over her breasts. Suddenly, he gave a sharp pull on the tie around her neck.

"Slowly, my angel. I promise you, I will enjoy every inch of your beautiful body in due time. But right now, I require those lips, that tongue and that warm and willing mouth of yours to see to a particularly pressing task. Can you guess?"

Her tongue ran across her lips, and her eyes focused on his zipper, as he slowly undid his trousers and released his cock. She wanted to reach for it immediately. But wisely she waited for his instruction. When it came, he delivered it wordlessly, gently tugging on the tie to bring her head down towards his rampant penis. She drank in every detail of it with her eyes -- its gentle curve, its deep red circumcised head, its girth that she longed to feel filling her.

"Use your tongue first," he urged her. And she obliged, licking first at his balls and then, slowly, up the length of the cock to its tip. Again and again she licked, as though this were the most delicious ice cream in the world. And his cock jumped and hardened and delighted in every lick.

Another tug on the tie, and she knew he had a new instruction. "Open your mouth for me." And she did. "Open your throat wide too." She could barely contain her excitement. As he pulled at the tie, he guided her head down over his rock hard cock. She lowered her mouth as far as she could, burying his penis right down to the hilt, so it filled her throat. He let her head rise, only to pull it back over his cock once again, but this time more quickly. Again and again his cock thrust into her throat, the rhythm ever-quickening. She could feel him growing in her throat, and it thrilled her to know that she could make him feel so good. But she yearned to have him cum, to taste him, and to know that she, and nobody else, had given him that exquisite delight that morning.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and delighted at the way she began to play with it: kissing it, teasing it, slapping herself across the face with it. There was something about the confidence she showed as she played that told him he might have stumbled onto an even greater treasure than he had imagined. Then he had an idea.

"Do you have plans for the rest of the morning?" he enquired.

She shook her head, and eased his cock back into her mouth and deep into her throat.

"Good. Then quickly," he jerked the tie upward, pulling her off his engorged cock, "Go and unlock the door. But leave it closed. Then come back and settle yourself down under my desk."

She giggled as she rose, kissed him on the nose, and wiggled her hips as she skipped across to the office door. She turned the lock, turned to face him, and hesitated a moment. With a wild grin on her face, she leaned back against the door, reached down with her left hand, and let her middle finger run slowly between the proud, pink lips of her pussy. She bit her lower lip and moaned before she raised the finger and licked it lasciviously. While she sucked, and smiled, her right hand reached down. This time, her finger plunged deeper into her hot, wet hole. Finger raised and glistening, she returned to her professor and gave him his first, delectable taste of her sweet nectar.

Her intense, smoldering sensuality was beginning to shake the usually calm professor. As her finger passed his lips, and he tasted her essence on his tongue, he couldn't help but pull her towards him, onto him, her thighs spread wide so she could lower herself onto his hardened rod. Oh, the tightness, the heat, the perfection of that pussy was something he had never encountered before, and it was all he could do not to scream with jubilation as they rocked their hips in synchrony. It was as though his cock had entered paradise, and had decided it should delve as deeply into it as possible, in the hope of never having to leave.

The excitement and the intensity were extreme -- it came as no surprise to her that he should cum for her so quickly. Three, four, five powerful jets filled her pussy with steaming hot semen, and the drained looked of ecstasy across his face told her that this professor was now hers, just as surely as she was his.

She eased herself off him, sitting instead on the edge of the desk. She leaned back a little, propping herself on one arm, placing her feet on the arms of his desk chair. And with her free hand, she showed him how full she was with his cum. As it began to leak from her, she caught it with her fingers and licked them clean. She opened herself wide to show him his pearly essence oozing from her, and loved the way he smiled and stroked himself in response.

A sudden knock at the door roused them from their reverie.

"Give me a moment," he shouted, and quickly ushered the naked beauty under his desk. He zipped himself up and moved to the door, throwing the discarded dress and bra behind a stack of journals in the corner.

To her surprise, she found her professor inviting a colleague into the office, offering him a chair across the desk from his own seat. She could see the toes of the stranger's shoes on the floor, not more than 12 inches from where she hid, surrounded by the cold, metal of the utilitarian desk. She stifled a giggle when she noticed Jones had wiped a few drops of his cum from the desk top, where they had oozed out of her. Beneath the desk, he offered it to her on his finger. Silently, she devoured the tasty treat.

Her surprise only increased, though, when Jones "accidentally" dropped his pen to the floor, and bent beneath the desk to retrieve it. With a wink at her he grabbed the pen and took hold of the loose end of the tie that was still fastened around her neck. Once his conversation with the colleague resumed, Jones eased his ass forward to the edge of the chair, spread his thighs wide, and began to reel her in.

Oh, how deliciously dirty, she thought. And with silent excitement, she unzipped his pants, set his cock free, and began to kiss it, lick it, tease it and stroke it. He truly had a beautiful erection.

But she wanted to make sure her play time would last. In her mind she began to concoct a plan to secure her no end of fun.

The dull drone in the background told her that the academic pair were still talking. But she was too busy deep throating the professor to notice what they were talking about. For fear of making any noise she had to keep her movements small, but she knew the friction from her throat would be enough to get him to cum again in no time. In fact, she could feel his cock tensing just as he gave her a sharp tug on the tie.

Hmm, apparently he didn't want her to make him cum.

Dutifully, she let him relax. But after a short breather, she resumed her efforts. He had given her such a huge bucketload of cum when he fucked her, she was curious to see just how much he would provide for her now. And she was not a woman who would be denied.

She started this time on his balls, rolling each of them gently between her tongue and palette, appreciating the increase in tension he applied to the tie around her neck. It wasn't long, though, before she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pulled it towards her mouth, and slid it deep into her throat once again. God, how she wanted him to fuck her mouth. Sitting there in nothing but her stockings and garter belt, with his cock in her mouth while he chatted with a coworker made her feel like the queen of all sluts -- and she loved it! She vowed to herself at that moment that she would enjoy as much of his cum as she could, in as many ways as she could, before she left his office.

She found her rhythm quickly, and again brought him to the edge of climax. And again he tugged sharply on the tie as a signal to slow down. Ha -- that only gave her the inspiration she needed to finalize her plan. Let him relax this one last time, she thought, but then his cock and his beautiful cum will be MINE!

She took a short moment to get productive, undoing the knot at her neck to release the tie. He still held the other end in his right hand, resting on his knee, but he seemed not to have noticed that she had released herself.

Again she gently sucked his balls into her mouth, and again she noticed his body tensing. But his efforts to tense the tie obviously proved fruitless.

Again she wrapped her lips around his cock, and sucked him deep into her throat. But this time, she gave him a good-natured nip with her teeth. He tried to cover his yelp with a little cough, but in the process he dropped his tie completely.

Ah, that was the chance she had been waiting for! In an instant she grabbed both ends of the tie. One end she wrapped swiftly around the base of his hardened shaft, tying it fast. The other end she griped tightly to ensure she had maximum control of his cock. It was hers now, and nothing would stop her from using it exactly the way she wanted.

Seconds later, her mouth was pumping him as deep and fast as she dared to go, always cautious not to alert the clueless colleague sitting on the other side of the desk. His cock continued to grow and harden; and the tie worked as well as any cock ring she'd ever used. This beautiful erection could be hers for HOURS!

To his credit, Professor Jones quickly appreciated that she had turned the tables on him and that he was now in deep trouble. He was no longer in control of the situation, but was under the control of the sexy, sensual woman under the desk. He tried subtly to wriggle his hips toward the back in his seat, so withdrawing his cock from her grasp. But she was too quick for him. Wrapping her hand around his testicles, she issued a silent but very clear threat that forced him to reconsider his actions.

Returning to his original position, the Professor now employed a new tactic by trying to bring his conversation to a quick end. If her mouth had not been so full of his cock, she may have laughed at how his colleague ignored the Professor's increasingly blatant hints. But right now, she had serious work to do, and she set out to lick, suck, tease and caress as much cum from that cock as possible. She rocked back and forth on her knees, quickly, rhythmically, her lips sliding over his engorged penis with renewed passion: she knew that a mouthful of cum was hers soon, no matter how hard he might try to hold it back.

And he did try! Squirming in his seat, his breathing started to accelerate as the excitement rose, but with a superhuman effort he slowed himself down, calmed himself, without giving his colleague any reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary was occurring. But, with her intense ministrations, such efforts could only delay the inevitable eruption from his loins. Time and again the the intensity would build until he was sure his colleague would notice his moans, or the unusual bulge of his eyes, or his ragged, heavy breathing. And each time, the Professor was able to marshal some level of self control to deny his new lover the fountain of semen she was hoping for.

When this had gone on far longer than anybody had thought possible, finally the Professor's colleague took his leave. He rose and sauntered out of the office, wishing the Professor a good day. And before the door had even closed behind him, the Professor's hands had buried themselves in her hair, grasping the back of her head, so he could thrust his cock deeper into her throat: once, twice, three and four times, so deep she almost gagged on his shaft. He began to fuck her mouth mercilessly, finding her slutty throat more than willing to accommodate his brutal pounding, until, with a mighty moan, he shot a huge load right between her lips.

The slut queen was in her element, on her knees before this powerful man, bending him to her own, undeniable will. And now she had exactly what she had wanted: her mouth was full to bursting with his cum. A tiny trickle escaped from the corner of her mouth. But, she delicately caught it with her finger and then lapped it back into her mouth. She opened her lips to show him how she savored his creamy essence, even dipping her fingers between her lips to wet them with his cum, before tracing those fingers across the magnificence of her breasts. Only

when that was all accomplished did she finally swallow his semen, relishing the feeling of every last drop sliding down the back of her throat.

Her sensuality was mesmerizing. He simply could not take his eyes off her, even if he was somewhat distracted by the way his erection refused to go away. Ultimately, though, he shrugged -- he guessed he would simply have to make the best use of it that he could.

And with that, he smiled at her and drew her close to him. It didn't surprise her to hear him whisper in her ear, "I've dreamed my whole life of finding a lover like you." After all, every man she had ever been with had admitted exactly the same thing. What surprised her was how thrilled she was to hear it from him. This was the first time she could honestly say the same thing in reply. "And I might tell him that," she thought to herself, "Just as soon as he's stretched my fuckable little ass with that delicious cock of his!"