Page 17 of Office Hours
She goes back to work, taking me deeper each time, her free hand now between her own legs, rubbing herself. I can see her fingers shine with wetness.
“Take off all your clothes,” I growl. “I like my girls nude when they suck me.”
She shivers, and then, with one swift motion, strips off her top and bra, exposing her perfect, round tits—pale and topped with flushed pink nipples. She wriggles out of the skirt and sits back on her heels, nude except for the elastic on her wrist and the nail polish on her toes.
Then, Simone kneels before me again, totally lush with her big breasts bobbling, and guides my cock back to her lips. She devours me with single-minded focus, as if sucking cock is what she loves most in the world.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my abs tightening as my head falls back. “You give head so well. Shit, you’re so slutty with such a slutty mouth.”
Simone merely continues sucking while smiling up at me, her hand rubbing her pussy as her lips work their magic.
“Mmm,” she groans, as if I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted. “Ummmm.”
I can’t last. I’m already right at the edge, ruined by the sight of her naked and hungry in the gold slant of afternoon.
“God, Simone,” I say. “Fuck. I’m gonna?—”
She clamps down, milks me, and I can’t resist anymore. I come in a hot, violent wave, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of creamy come.
“Fuck!” I shout. “Oh shit shit suck it baby! Mmm, get it all.”
She swallows it all, greedy and unashamed, her throat working double time as she strains with the massive flood of semen into her mouth. But Simone’s talented and doesn’t waste a drop, enjoying the taste of my white milk. Then, the gorgeous girl pulls off, my cock reappearing inch by inch from between those pink lips and licks the head clean for good measure.
She pulls away, hair wild, chin slick with saliva and come.
“Did that make you feel good, Daddy?” she purrs, smirking, and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “Do you like that?”
I am destroyed. I am immortal. I am every idiot professor who’s ever burned his own life to the ground for the chance to touch someone this alive, and yet my body wants more. My cock won’t be satisfied until every inch is buried inside that tight young body.
“Fuck yes, baby. That was amazing. Where’d you learn to suck cock like a whore?”
She should be offended by my words, but instead Simone merely smiles coyly and climbs into my lap before kissing my mouth, soft at first, then harder, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
Her hand finds my shaft, which is already rising again.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, Professor Thomas,” she whispers. “You want more?”
God help me, yes.
How the fuckdid I get so lucky? I have a gorgeous, nude co-ed in my lap, her big breasts pressed against my broad chest. Even better, she just blew me off, and my body’s still reeling, thighs twitching from the aftershocks, sweat crawling down the back of my neck, the taste of her lip gloss and my own come lingering at the back of my throat. The air between us is raw and bright, and yet still humming with sensual promise.
I run my hands over her back, fingertips tracing the knobs of her spine, then around to cup her ass. She wriggles, giggling, and tries to burrow deeper into my arms. Then, she leans back for a moment to show me her tits, huge and luscious and then reaches down to circle a pink nipple with one finger while looking into my eyes.
“Will you suck me, Daddy?” she whispers. “I love having a man taste me here.”
I kiss her, rough, then let my tongue wander down her jaw, her neck, to the hollow at her collarbone. I want to savor every inch of her, to make her tremble the way she made me.
I slide my hands up her body, palms full of perfect, springy tit. I suck her nipple, hard, and feel her shudder. The moan that escapes is soft and helpless.
I want to hear more of those.
I pop off her nipple, the teat glossy with my spit, and lift her off my lap, stand her up, then bend her over the edge of the desk. The surface is cool on her skin, her ass framed between the high arch of her back and the flex of her thighs.
“Oooh Daddy, what are you doing—ahhhhh!” she squeals as I kneel behind her, spreading her legs, and bury my face in her wet cunt.
She’s so wet it’s almost criminal. I lick up her slit, slow, then circle her clit with the flat of my tongue. She gasps, hips jerking, and grabs at the edge of the desk for purchase.
“Fuck, Professor,” she moans, voice high and reedy. “Oh my god, please?—”
