This was two years ago and I was in Montana in the US for an exchange student program. It had been a perfectly enjoyable year, and I had had some truly spectacular professors. Anthropology can be a terribly dull subject, however, and it takes a great deal of effort to make it interesting. We had one of these incredible professors who worked day and night to make the class as interesting and as valuable to his student as possible. Every day anyone had a question he took the time after class to meet them, and always greeted student who visited him during his officer hours with a smile.
Over the past two weeks I had talked to him, over coffee or what have you, about his divorce. The things said had him in tears several times. This time I arrived after he talked with the lawyer to get the news that his wife had pushed for a higher settlement and claimed horrible things of him.
He of course answered my questions with his typical smile. I felt for the guy and I couldn’t believe what his ex-wife said about him. He then asked to be excused for a moment while he was going to the bathroom.
There was something I wanted to do. This man had put his all into the class, his all into his work. So as he left the room I walked behind his desk un buttoned my shirt and let it hang. I made sure my bra was visible and that my breasts looked amply pleasing.
When he came back in the room he was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of me with an open shirt in his chair. He immediately tried to talk me into buttoning up my shirt, saying things like: You don’t want to do this, and this is inappropriate.
“I do want to,” I said and stood up and shed my shirt, “if you don’t just say so and I’ll be gone.”
He looked at me for a moment and finally, running a hand through his hair, said, “Listen, I don’t need sympathy, I just want you to do well. You owe me nothing but your best work on the test.”
With a smile and few steps around his desk I nodded, “I know – I don’t feel like I owe anything to you, this is something I want,” With that I placed my lips on his and brushed his closed lips once with my tongue.
On the second brush his mouth opened enough for me to slip my tongue in. I felt his tongue meet mine as a hand reached around behind me and placed itself on the small of my back. We broke away from the kiss for a moment as he held my back with on hand and seemed to reach towards me with his other. I put my hand on his and guided it for my breast. He seemed to watch it as if hypnotized. I felt his hand squeeze it gently. It sent chills through my body.
I could see his pants bulging out. I reached down and gently caressed the round lump in his pants. It seemed to grow in size as I felt it hardening like concrete. He had closed his eyes as I did this. Breathing heavily into my neck.
“We shouldn’t” He said in a light moan, “Are you even old enough.”
I smiled, “I’m old enough.”
With that I dropped to my knees slowly and unbuttoned his pants. I smiled as a lump fell out contained by images of the TARDIS. He had doctor who under where. I wrapped my hand around his member. I could feel it tense at my touch. The tip was already moist. I pulled his pants down pushed the fly in his underwear over his cock. The head emerged, swollen and uncut, gleaming red as the tip dripped in anticipation. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip. The precum had an almost bland taste, though there was some salt.
I ran my tongue up along his entire shaft down to the boxers and back down again. I heard him gasp out loud as he stood there. I gripped the sides of his underwear and pulled them down sliding them off his body and revealing his bush and balls. He shuttered under my touch as I wrapped a hand around them.
I opened my mouth and engulfed his cock with it. He let out a long moan as I sucked on his respectable head. The full round warmth of his cock seemed to fill my mouth with anticipation. I pushed harder until my mouth reached his bush. I could feel his head trying to thrust into my neck as my muscles tried to gag on the length. Saliva and pre-cum mixed in my mouth, I could feel warm liquid drip from my lips as I sucked on his cock.
I felt his hand stroke my hair as I did this. Moaning and gasping the whole time. Finally, I pulled away leaving his cock glistening with my saliva. He was breathing hard and seemed enamored with me. I reached around behind me and unclipped my bra – which takes longer than you might thing – and let my breasts become visible.
He reached out his hands and caressed my entire body, from my hips to my breasts and back down again. He seemed as shocked as I was that this was really happening. With that I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him. There he stood before me, his body bear and beautiful. Sure he was in his late thirties, but his abs were visible, his muscles were defined, and his cock stood strait out as if staring at me.
He reached towards my tight pants and unbuttoned them. I raised my hands above my head as he pulled them down to reveal my own lingerie. A black thong that. Anyway he seemed to shy away from that, almost as if he was rethinking the whole thing. I smiled and slipped a finger under the band and pulled my thong down. I smiled as I pushed myself onto the desk and cupped my breasts, squeezing the nipple ever so slightly. Dull pleasure seemed to exude from the touch. I spread my legs – slightly hesitantly. This was not something I had done before.
“I don’t have a condom,” He said.
I shrugged, “It’s okay – I won’t get pregnant.”
I had unique circumstances and there was always plan B. So there I was, my legs spread and my professor standing there with a rock hard cock.
He approached me – spread wide on his desk – and again stopped to look at me. Reaching out he stroked my body with his hands before pushing me back to the center and climbing on top of me. He pushed my legs up on his and gripped his cock in the other as he pointed it at my pussy, he stopped. I reached down and slipped my hand over his shaft and pulled him towards me. I felt the war hot head touch my lips. He gasped out loud almost unconsciously pushing forward. His penis slid into me. He sat there for a moment.
“Oh god,” He gasped as he pulled out slightly.
He rammed into me again and again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure springing forward engulfing my body like a drug. He did too as he went faster and faster sliding in and out of me. Gasping and moaning. He groped at my breasts and at my back as he thrust deep into me. Each thrust he let out a gasp. The happiness on his face could be seen for miles.
“baby! Yeah!” I moaned as he dove deep into me.
I could feel my own vaginal walls clamping down on his cock. It felt bigger and seemed to fill me completely as I called out for a deity. My body throbbed and my walls pulsated around him. I writhed suddenly as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over me like a great wave of the ocean. I screamed out and wrapped my legs around him pushing him deeper into me still – or so it felt.
“I’m so close!” He gasped, “I’m so close!”
I wanted him to never forget this – I wanted him to feel as if this was the best moment of his life. I tensed my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. His eyes widened as I did so.
“Cum for me baby!” I moaned.
This was all he needed. I felt his cock jump and throb inside of me. It seemed to swell and my walls began to pulsate gently again. Then warmth filled me – like pleasure had become a liquid and had been dumped into me. I felt my body jolt and tense as anxiety raced about me. He stayed in me for a few moments as his cock throbbed and jumped its last.
Finally, he pulled out. There was a milky white mess on the desk to clean up, and liquid oozed from my vagina. I could feel it inside me still – kinda squishy.
“Thank you,” he said, “I needed that.”
“It was my pleasure,” I said caressing his abs for a moment, “Consider it a thank you for all your hard work.”
