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Good Afternoon, snr bro birdie8819.
so many fantastic n erotic stories, took me about 2 hrs to finish till here..
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Am I allow to share some stories here also?
Sorry bro chest , miss your post just now . Why not !!! That’s what my thread says ……whoever got nice stories just go ahead and contribute .
So many bro’s & sis’s likes to read the stories here so me and the rest of the bro’s here must work harder liao ……kekekekeke
One story coming up - Title : A Nice Day At Work
The rain had started and business was slowing down as we headed into our off-season. I was scribbling notes in the personnel file, trying to figure out how to avoid big staff cuts through the winter. I knew some hours had to be slashed, but I always hated doing it. I must have looked to be in a sour mood, because the whole staff avoided contact with me other than the routine hellos and brief exchanges needed to run things. I rolled my chair away from the desk, trying to unjam my brain, and looked out the window at the will call counter
She had worked for us for 4 summers – ever since her junior year of high school. She was a cute kid then, but was just now starting to lose that teen baby face. In its place, she was beginning to take on the look of a strikingly beautiful woman. She let her auburn hair grow a little longer than usual this year, just a few inches past her shoulders, and when she was close by I could smell the lightly sweet fragrance of that soft hair every time she brushed it with her fingers or turned her head. Despite my strict rule against personal relationships with anyone at work, I had quite a crush on her. I was cautious to be professional in her presence trying to avoid being obvious, or create the impression that she was given any preferential treatment.
I never thought she would stay with us for so long, but I was glad she did. She was smart, friendly and customers liked her. She had just returned from a trip to Vegas with her fiance for her belated 21st birthday and I found myself taking more and more chances sneaking glances at her gorgeous body. Being a fan of a curvy backside, she was a constant reminder of what a perfect womanly ass looks like. I recalled pieces of a conversation I overheard between her and another female co-worker as they shared stories of what their respective boyfriends did (and didn’t) do for them sexually. My mind drifted back to it lazily.
“Great!”, I thought to myself, “On top of everything else – now I’m horny as hell.” I gathered myself and made my way back to the desk. If there wasn’t the sound of people talking in the break room and hallway nearby, I probably would have locked my door and given myself a quick jerk to relieve the tension. I cursed my own open-door policy and tried to get back to the pile of to-dos on the desk. It took awhile, but I got back into my work groove and managed to be productive the rest of the afternoon.
I hadn’t looked at the clock for quite some time – apparently a few hours – and was surprised to hear myself saying my daily “goodbyes” to the night staff as they left. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and stretched my arms over my head when I caught a familiar scent.
“Boss?” said a low voice, startling me from my stretch. I looked over to the doorway and she was standing there leaned against the jamb with her hands in front of her – twisting and fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Can I talk to you a sec?”
“Of course,” I said, trying to gather myself into boss mode “what can I do for you?”
“I know it gets slow this time of year,” she paused and looked at her feet, obviously embarrassed.
“Yes, it does” I replied “but we’ve managed to survive every slow season just fine”
She was hesitant, and I wasn’t sure exactly why, so I got up and asked her to sit down. I sat on the front edge of the desk gesturing for her to take a nearby chair. She seemed to relax a little bit as she sat, and I heard her take a deep breath. She looked up at me and started again.
“I know it gets slow this time of the year, and I don’t have a lot of seniority here – but having my hours cut back would be really tough for me right now.” She put one hand on each of her knees and took a sharp breath before asking, “Is there anyway I could keep my hours intact?”
Her gaze dropped again as soon as she finished asking and I could see the tension of asking was being replaced by the anticipation of my answer. A thought snuck in about how nice she looked with her hair hanging just over the side of her pretty face. I knew she and her stockbroker fiancé had recently found a new place together and that her earnings were not a major part of their income. I must have looked slightly confused – or she was reading my mind – when she looked up again.
“I left that asshole the day we got back from Vegas” her steely gaze looking past me at some vision of him, she crossed her arms, “caught him messing around with some slut in the woman’s restroom of a casino we were gambling at – fucking douchebag.” The last comment was a hiss under her breath.
She continued, “I found my own place early this week and if my hours get cut back I wont be able to make rent, and I don’t want to move back to Idaho. I know I can make it worth your while to keep me on through the season – I know I can take care of business here better than some of these guys with more seniority than me.” Now she was done being embarrassed and was stating the facts as she saw them. I drifted from work thoughts to innuendo as she spoke – agreeing in my head, “you sure could make it worth my while – I have no doubt you could take care of business”. I thought myself a pervert for noticing that although she was somewhat light-chested as a teen, she had developed a perfectly proportioned pair of breasts. I silently guessed them at a 34C and wondered what kind of nipples she had.
“I can’t make any promises, but…” I started – answering in automatic mode “of course I will ensure that everybody gets their fair share of the hours we’ll have available. I’m not sure I can tell you for sure what that might mean for your schedule just yet …” she rose from the chair and stepped to the doorway, and I stood up as well.
“OK, I just figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.” She said, plainly
“Of course not,” I assured her “it can never hurt to ask”
“Should I shut this on the way out?” she asked as she placed a hand on the doorknob
I could only think she meant on the way out of this job and the way out of my life. I was feeling panic and confusion. I wanted to yell at her for asking in the first place; I wanted to grab her, hold her close and tell her I would do anything for her; I wanted to find the discipline to just let her leave – and the distraction leave with her. She turned away and my eyes drifted down to her denim-clad ass.
“I like it when you watch me.” She paused in the doorway again, never turning her head.
It was like a blow to the chest from a sledgehammer – my heart jumped inside. “I’m not sure what you mean…” I stammered as my cock awakened with a lusty twitch.
“It’s ok – you’ve been really nice to me, and I know the guys look,” she turned halfway around and looked over her shoulder at me standing awkwardly at the corner of my desk. “But I like it when you look, trying to seem like you’re not looking. I think it’s sweet.”
“Well,” I tried to seem mature and composed “You are a very attractive young lady. I never meant to embarrass you by…”
“Having you admire my body was never embarrassing,” she moved one step back into the room with the edge of the door lined right up against her spine “I think about you too sometimes – watching you be so serious in this place. I’ve thought about it, you know. What it would be like – me and you.” She had her hands behind her, holding onto one knob with each. She was ever so slightly rocking her hips side to side as she swung the door a couple of inches to the right, then back to the left. Her head was bent towards the ground slightly, and her penetrating green eyes looked right at mine through a wisp of hair dangling loosely across her forehead.
“I had no idea,” my mouth felt like it was full of sand “that you saw me that way.” I slid a step backwards, tapping my fingers on the desk and trying to keep my gaze steady without being creepy. She smiled a confident, sexy smile and flipped her head so that the little tail of loose hair landed back on the top of her head.
“And you have no idea how many of the ladies here think you’re hot, do you?” she asked without expecting an answer. “They wont go for it because you’re the boss – but that makes you even hotter to me.”
I reached behind me thinking I would catch the top edge of my chair but missed it (probably by a long shot) and ended up in a half-stumble next to the window. She stepped forward, closing the door with one hand as her other hand reached up to her own neck and gave it a light caress. I was hypnotized, shamelessly watching her hips as they moved with each step, then groping her torso and chest with my eyes as she moved towards the desk. I could feel a small bead of sweat work its way down my shirt collar. My tightening pants must have been obvious to her.
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“I want you.” She stated with purpose “I’ll bet you’re great in bed.” She slid her ass onto the edge of my desk and rested the palms of her hands on her thighs. Her hands slowly moved up and down her legs and she changed her tone to something a little more flirty. “Come on – come over here – I’m not gonna hurt you.”, she said with a fake pout and quick grin.
I guess that’s what I needed, because it suddenly struck me – I’m a lucky 37 year old guy. I got married early and divorced a few years after that. I have had my share of lady friends and fuck buddies, but this young thing pursuing me was absolutely stunning. Why all the anxiety? She was throwing herself at me, and she was right – I am great at sex. I moved out of boss mode, and I couldn’t wait to make love to this angel.
She grinned even wider as I stepped towards her, one of my legs in between hers, sliding one hand across her lower back and the other on the side of her neck. We stared into each others eyes for a brief moment. I pulled her body towards me with my lower hand as I moved my mouth to hers. Her lips were so fantastically soft they felt like they might melt as I kissed them. I caressed her neck and cheek as our mouths danced. She held both of my shoulders and pressed her fingertips into my muscles lightly at first, then more firmly as our kissing became more passionate. She teased my mouth with her tongue, lightly tracing my top lip then pulling it away and kissing me again.
Her hips were beginning to draw themselves tightly to me without my having to pull her close and I moved my hand out to her hips where her ass met the desk. I ran my whole hand along the outline of her form, from the back seam of her jeans around and up to the bottom of her ribs. I realized her whole body was in subtle motion – shoulders swaying, hips pressing forward into me, fingers massaging, even her head was making little figure eights as her mouth pressed onto mine and her tongue twirled in and out with a cock-stiffening rhythm. I couldn’t remember when I had ever been so hard.
I pulled my head back from our kissing and saw the fire in her eyes – and it was fierce. We looked intensely at one another as we tangled our hands up in a race for buttons to undo. Since her top had only four, I got there first, sliding the blouse over her shoulders feeling it land in a soft heap on the desk behind her. Her breasts were cupped by one of those skinny little bras that have just enough fabric to be called a bra, but are barely enough to contain the boobs they hold. I used both hands to slide underneath their lower edge and pushed the bra right off over the top of her head as my whole hands rubbed across her nipples. My eyes focused intently on two medium pink nipples with perfect little circles of slightly bumpy areola flesh surrounding them. Her nipples were stiff and perched neatly on the kind of breasts that fake ones are supposed to look like. I looked up at her face and she was smiling again.
“Go ahead,” she purred “go ahead.”
I rubbed my hands on the flesh of her body just below her tits and around to the top of them. I gently dragged my hands down onto the plump flesh and squeezed lightly as the nipples slid just past my palms. She reached around my caress to finish unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it off of me a sleeve at a time. Her boobs shimmied as she playfully tossed the shirt across the room. Her hands snaked up my arms, past my shoulders and neck until her fingers entangled themselves in my hair. She lifted her chest up and guided my head down to it – drawing in a breath as my beard brushed across nipples that felt electrically charged. I pursed my lips and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. My sucking kept it in there as my tongue swirled across it – rotating around from the tip in a spiral down to the bottom. I opened my mouth wider and let the top part of her tit get covered in the heat of my mouth.
The moan I heard was quickly followed by the strengthening of her grip on my hair and her foot found its way behind my knee and pulled me into her even harder. I bathed her right boob with my tongue and lips while my hands continued their caressing and kneading. She was giving my head an unintentional massage as her ass moved around in small circles on the desk. As I shifted my mouth to the flesh of her other tit, I caught the light scent of musk – a lusty, unmistakable aroma of an aroused female. I wanted to see her naked. Touch her bare pubic mound. Explore the folds of her pussy. The very idea of it was driving me crazy and I sucked on her nipple even harder, creating a sloppy noise that seemed to make her shiver.
“Oh god damn I am so horny,” a more obvious statement has never been uttered “come on, baby – suck my titties hard. Your mouth feels so good. Hmmmmmuummmm.”
Without a word she moved her hands to the front of my shoulders and pushed me back a step. For a microsecond I wondered, “what the f-“, then she slid off the desk onto her knees in front of me and grabbed my belt like it was the last good rope on a mountain climb. My cock was crammed against my belly with the top almost poking out of my waistband. In swift motions, her deft hands slipped the belt buckle apart, unbuttoned and unzipped me and pushed my pants to my ankles. The tip of my prick grazed her hair as she came back to directly facing my crotch. As the throbbing thing bobbed in front of her she put her fingers on it and looked up at me. I reached and brushed some hair from her face while her fingertips drummed across the veiny flesh from the bottom to the top and back again. She never took her eyes from mine as she slid her tongue out and cradled my cocktip with it. Her fingers never stopped moving.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, my turn to be obvious “that feels so good.” My eyes rolled up in my head and my breathing suddenly stopped when I felt the heat of her whole mouth encircle my shaft. She just slid her head onto it in one easy, expert motion. As I felt her nose push into my pubic hairs she paused. I felt that incredible tongue again – tracing a firm line back and forth a couple of times across the bottom of my dick. She paused again, sliding her whole head away from my body until my shiny pecker was completely out of her mouth. She repeated this 5 or 6 times. Each time starting with my cocktip resting in her tongue-cup, then disappearing into her hot mouth until it could go no more, the tongue making that “come here” motion under the shaft, then a constant suction as my cock re-emerged – bulging and twitching.
Her fingers rolled into soft little cylinders and she started gripping and un-gripping my cock in a pulsating beat as her hand moved up and down the shaft. Her saliva was lubricating the motion while she moved her eyes to the hand fuck that was happening. Every so often, she would slide her mouth back on and that kept the surfaces well coated. She was determined to get this cock to spurt and it really flipped a switch for me to think she wanted it so badly.
“Ah, yeah, yeah – good , feels so good,” my throaty comments were in time with her strokes “you’re - gonna make – make me come – yeah, ah, ah, yeah”
Somewhere in there she had slid one of her hands under my balls and she must have felt them begin to tighten up. Just as the first volley of juice was bursting from my prick, she let go with her hand and engulfed it with her mouth - gripping my ass cheeks with both hands and pulling my hips hard to her.
“Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!” I grunted while I felt my sperm shoot into the back of her throat and splash inside her mouth. “Oh god yeah, fuck yeah – uuuuuuuugghhhnnnnnnnnnnnn” My hips jerked forward with each thread of hot cum that jumped out of my dick. I didn’t realize I had one hand gripping her hair until I tried to move it to the desk to steady myself. I was dizzy as hell from the most incredible deep throat of my life. She didn’t let go until I was completely done, and as my dick slipped from her mouth – it trailed a thin line of saliva behind it and onto her chin. She grinned and giggled very softly as she watched me try not to pass out.
“You like that?” she asked as she used a single finger to wipe away the little bit of mess from her chin “I love doing that for my guy. I love watching you when you’re all fired up like that.” She rose gracefully back to leaning her ass against the desk and watched me intently.
“I still want you in the worst way.” I confessed energetically “Let me return the favor.”
“Oh yeah?” her eyes twinkled at my offer, then it seemed she realized exactly what I meant and the lusty look returned to her face. “Hell, yeah.”
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I grabbed the belt loops on the front of her jeans and yanked her up into a standing position. I leered at her firm tits and bent my head to them again – this time just using my tongue to flick the nipples and trace outlines around the areolas. My hands made short work of the buttons and zipper holding her jeans on, with my thumbs easing her snug pants down around her hips. Her breasts heaved up and her hands wound their way through my hair and across the top of my back. I hadn’t realized that her sneakers were off, but she lifted each leg slightly to let the pant leg fall away – and when she did that for the second leg, I placed my hand under her upraised thigh and lifted her onto the desk. Her body moved slowly into a reclining position as I swatted a calculator and stapler from behind her. I quickly spread her blouse with one hand and she leaned back onto it. She put her hand behind her head, and kept the other roaming through my hair as I began kissing her neck.
I moved my kisses in a serpentine route along her tight body. Across her lavish tit, through her belly button valley and to the edge of her well-trimmed bush. I looked up to see her watching me – holding her head up with one hand behind it and getting a serious, “make me come hard” look on her face. I slipped my face past her mound quickly and lightly kissed my way down her thigh to her knee. Putting one hand behind that knee, and the other around her thigh, I held her legs further apart and observed her pussy. Beautiful. With her legs spread there was just a sliver of pink flesh showing past her moist lips. I had to hold myself back from pouncing on it like it was the last bit of food on a deserted island. I could feel my balls rumble again, and the blood started to rush back to my cock as I moved the hand on her thigh across and up until my fingers rested on the outer edge of her pussy lips.
Pulling and pressing with my fingers, her lips opened and closed around my probing digits. I ran two fingers up and down the length of her lips, lightly penetrating the folds randomly. I rested my palm on her mound and used my thumb to press into her hot slit more deeply. Her pussy was on fire and each touch left a slick trail of juice on my skin. I moved myself up and to her side, gripped her hips and lifted her further onto the desk so her feet could rest on the edge. My left hand released her hip and moved over the soft, warm mound of pussy flesh. I moved two fingers into her lips and found the edge of her hole. I rubbed it in tiny circles, then up and down , then circles again. Her hips rocked and pushed against my hand. I moved my finger up to the hood of her clit, and covered it in her slick juices. I touched her clit like you would touch the downy feathers of a newborn chick. The rubbing was working as her clit hardened under the tip of my finger just as she reached down and grabbed my wrist – not to push me away, but obviously to ensure I stayed right there.
“UUUUUUHHHHHNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”, her groan seemed to come as much from the center of her body as from her mouth. Her hips lifted off the desk, her nails poked into the tendons of my wrist and I could feel her muscles spasm and roll under my touch. A staccato wave of little twitches played under my hand. I watched her mouth open and her eyes shut – she didn’t make a sound for a moment or two. “Ooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, AAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhh!” she finally growled as her orgasm crested and left her breathing in short bursts. She opened her eyes and looked at me like I had done something impossible. Then she started to giggle again and slapped my face lightly.
“Haven’t had that done by hand in a long time – I thought you were going to eat me out.” She tried to act like she missed out on something.
“I am going to eat you out.” I stated without a hint of doubt “that was just a warm up.”
“Oh my” she whispered, almost as if to herself.
My hand hadn’t left her snatch because I was taking in all the silky sensations on my fingers, so I moved to the edge of the desk where her feet were resting. I slid my body up underneath her legs until the back of her knees were hooked on my shoulders and gently pulled her towards me until her shiny, trembling pussy was just inches from my face. I rubbed my other hand on my own thigh for a few moments to warm it before moving it onto her pussy lips. I rubbed both sides of her slit with my fingers, ensuring that every digit stayed in contact with her flesh as they pushed and pulled. I rotated my hands so that my thumbs were at the base of her pussy – just above her anus and plowed them with a bit more force up and out until the entire pink middle of her was open to me. She had neat, plump little inner lips that framed a tight hole. The clit I had just finished massaging was barely peering out from under the hood and she indicated her growing impatience by grinding her hips up and out towards me.
“Do it – please.” She said quietly but seriously “Come on, stop teasing me. I’m so fucking hot now.”
I moved my face towards her and let my tongue dart out onto the lowest edge of her slit. Pressing the tip of my tongue firmly I traced it along the v as my thumbs continued to hold her lips open. She tasted slippery, hot and sweet. I used my tongue like a pointing finger to snake a zig zag pattern up her moist pussy. I circled her hole a couple of times before continuing to her inner lips. I stroked them more lightly with my tongue that I had the rest of her pussy, and I heard her breathing change. The muscles of her inner thighs, which were resting against my forearms, relaxed and tightened a couple of times. I knew whatever I was doing was working.
As I reached her clit, I let me tongue go softer and laid it across the whole hood like a warm, wet blanket. I rolled it in small waves, trying to coax her clit back to its previous hardness. My thumbs were now rubbing her pussy more vigorously, pushing her engorged lips aside, then letting them fall back together. She rotated her hips upwards, pressing the top of her cunt harder onto my tongue. I pressed back. We began a rhythm – a tango with her body rolling up to push onto my mouth, my mouth and tongue compressing the soft folds of flesh. I felt a hand move on the top of my head.
“Gnnuuuugh,” the sound came from her throat seemed involuntary “yah, yaaaaaaah, uuuuuunnngh, right there – there. Oh god.”
She pressed her palm onto my head and rotated her hips even higher. I let my tongue go completely soft and tried to cover her whole pussy with it. Her little spasm told me she was starting to peak. My tongue painted her pussy from the bottom to the top in long, quick laps. As my tongue moved back to the bottom, I kept it pressed firmly into her slit. I paused only for a half-second at the top and flicked her clit each time. I had my face pressed so deeply into her that I couldn’t see her pussy anymore, but my other senses took over. Her taste changed as her juices seeped out, her aroma changed as little beads of sweat appeared on the soft, nearly invisible hairs of her belly, the feeling of her muscles moving in powerful little waves was putting the finishing touch on my revived erection. I looked up – her head was tilted so far back I could only see the bottom of her chin – the tendons in her neck were pulsating and straining in time to the flesh I was licking.
“ohyeah – ohyeah – oh, oh, oooh,” her orgasm was mounting with fury “oh, oh – yeah – yeah – ooooooohhh, ooooh, aaaaauuuuhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeeeeeeesssssss! OH! AUUHH! OH, OH! AAAAAUUUUUHHH!”
Her hips bucked into my face as her hand balled up into a fist and pressed hard onto my head. I felt her clit poke back at my tongue and her hole throb like a heartbeat. Her asscheeks clenched and unclenched as I struggled to keep my mouth pressed onto her pussy. I love to feel a woman’s orgasm on my mouth – it is the single most arousing thing I know – and my cock was straining in its own skin as I felt this sexy creature let herself erupt.
“Fuck yeah!” she said as her body began to settle. Her gaze returned to mine and I smiled at her when she continued. “that was fucking awesome. I wanna fuck you right now.”
She sat up and slid off the desk, pulling me up by my shoulders and guiding me backwards until she found my chair. My cock flicked about when I plopped onto the chair and she grabbed it with one hand as she stepped right up to me, one leg on either side of the chair. Her tits were brushing either side of my cheeks as she steered my pricktip to her pussy.
“Just sit there.” She commanded.
She never stopped delivering that lusty look as she released my dick and engulfed it with her pussy. I couldn’t tell if the position was doing it, or whether she had exceptional muscle control, or even if she was still convulsing from her orgasm – but as her silky glove of flesh surrounded my dick it grabbed me tightly. She rocked on me for a few moments. I felt her pubic mound bumping the base of my cock. Her full body weight was on me and I could feel myself getting larger inside of her. Then she rose – slowly – up and off my veined member. The sensation of her tight cuntskin rubbing on me as she moved was mind-blowing. She slowed down near the top – I could hardly tell she was moving. With just the tip of my cock inside of her, she contracted her muscles around me. Her determined look was softened by a little smile, and I could tell she knew how good this felt for me.
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Her cadence was sure – four up and down thrusts, a pause at the top of the fourth with a pussy squeeze – then repeated. Her firm tits bounced in my face as she rode me, and I licked and sucked her nipples at each pause. This felt like a dream, a gorgeous and willing young woman humping my cock with abandon. I let my eyes close as I tried to take in every sensation.
“You can – you can come in me,” she said with a husky voice “I’m on the pill. I want it – I want you to do it. Come in my pussy.”
The huge wad I shot from the earlier blowjob was keeping me in the game this long, but when those words tumbled out of her mouth, I knew it wouldn’t be long. I looked at her again and everything was running in slow motion. Her fantastic hair floated above her head with each bounce, her lean thighs rippled every time they slapped mine, the muscles in her arms were taut as she gripped my shoulders. My balls started to tingle and twitch against the fabric of the chair. I caught her eyes and locked mine onto them. She smiled again.
“Tell me – tell me when you’re gonna come.” She requested.
“Soon.” I said quickly, “I’m gonna come inside you soon.”
This caused her to quicken her pace and in response my balls tightened up. I felt that familiar, awesome wave of electricity across my belly. I put my hands on her hips and let them move with her as I caressed her skin. I groaned without knowing I was about to, and gripped her hips more tightly. She could sense it rising in me and leaned forward, putting her lips against my ear.
“Yes, yes, come in me baby,” her panting whisper said “come hard in my pussy. Fuck me hard and come!”
I rose off the seat as my sack contracted and pushed a stream of sperm out of my cock. This time my orgasm was so powerful it snapped my throat shut and I could only make a guttural groan. As I moved, she lowered herself to the bottom and began pulsing her cunt around my cock. I spurted into her again, and again – each glob of jizz sending jolts through my body. She put her hands around my neck, pulling our heads closer as she licked and nibbled the edge of my ear.
I breathed heavily as my body began to settle down. She leaned back and looked at me – a wide smile dominating her face. She ran one finger along my bottom lip and said, “Now, about my hours…”
The End !!!
Here’s one story about a student and a teacher - Title : His Teacher . Enjoy
For some while Mike sat there with a blank piece of paper in front of him spending much of that time looking his teacher, Miss Anya up and down as she sat at her desk at the front of the classroom.
Just watching her sitting there, looking at those sensual legs of hers beneath her desk, being crossed then re-crossed….just admiring how sexy those shapely breasts of hers looked under her crisp, white blouse all added towards stirring his thoughts and in turn, ensured his cock was rock hard inside his briefs.
Finally, though he knew he was going to be taking an awful risk, he started to write beneath the heading already written boldly at the top of his paper…….
To make my teacher, Miss Anya happy.
Right now as I sit here in detention looking at Miss Anya sat at her desk with the task of writing about what I need to do in order to make her happy, I find my mind flooded with thoughts , thoughts that ask if Miss Anya ever has the same thoughts as me.
I would very much doubt this is so, for as my teacher, she is older and wiser and, in a position of responsibility, would know better than to have such thoughts about her young charge. Even so, I can’t help but have these thoughts as I look beneath her desk once more to witness those stockinged legs of hers.
She of course, has no idea of the thoughts I have about her, thoughts both here in the classroom as well as those I also have at home.
In truth I would skip most of my classes at school, but not those taken by Miss Anya. Just to be in the same room as her is enough to ensure I attend her classes.
She takes English, but frankly, it wouldn’t matter to me if she taught rocket science, I would attend anyway simply because, my being in her class gives me the possibility to admire that oh so sexy body of hers, which in turn assists the thoughts I have of her when I am lain in bed at home, where even out of sight she is more than capable of arousing this body of mine. A fact I am certain she is completely unaware of.
Now here I am in detention where she has set me the task of writing down how I should act if I am to make her happy.
I feel sure what she really expects to read from me is how I ought to pay more attention in class, or how I should participate more. The fact is, what she doesn’t realise, this isn’t all my fault, much of it is hers though I suspect she doesn’t really know the effect her desirable body is having on me?
I am looking at her now, even as I am writing this. She’s just crossed those sexy legs of hers under her desk. I know she wears stockings, I was lucky enough to have caught a glimpse of her stocking tops one day…. and right now, though I know I should not be writing this….. if I felt it would make her happy, I would love nothing more than to stop what I am doing, go up to where she is sitting, drop to my knees and crawl under her desk. There I would run my hands up along those sexy stockinged legs of hers.
Would this make Miss Anya happy?……I don’t know. I would hope so, but what I do know is, I would push the hem of her skirt higher, and take the time to admire whatever sexy panties she was wearing.
She dresses so demurely in class but beneath that prim, demure exterior she has the kind of body that would demand she wears the briefest of thongs, just enough material to cover what I am sure would be a nicely trimmed bush, not that it would matter if it was not, I would still bend forward and begin to plant kisses over them, over her gusset, the part I am certain covers the sweetest sexiest pussy.
From beneath the desk I would hear her groan, a groan of pleasure which would be a sign, what I am doing is pleasing her, making her happy. I would take these groans as encouragement to continue and would peel her gusset to one side in order to reveal her very sexy pussy lips to my gaze.
Ohhh Miss Anya…though I may be young and inexperienced, if only you knew how long I have wanted to get inside your knickers.
I am not sure if this would make you happy Miss Anya but I know beyond all doubt it would make me the happiest guy alive… It is something I have long thought about… Would you open your legs for me? Would you grab hold of my head and force me down onto your pussy? Would you moan and groan with delight as my lips and tongue do their best to dine on your delightful pussy?
Just as Mike finished writing the last sentence Miss Anya pushed back her chair and standing, began to make her way towards where he was sat.
It was just the two of them in the classroom, a solitary detention for her young charge who of late, seemingly appeared less and less attentive in class and who needed to be bought to book.
Mike’s heart began to pound inside his chest, instantly having huge regrets over what he had just written.
His first reaction was to reach out, grab the paper and screw it up into a ball but immediately he recognised this act would be pointless. She would see his actions and would still wish to see what it was he had written. Instead he could only sit there, fearful of what she was going to say after she had read his words.
He held his breath as she stepped around behind his chair.
He was sure she was not in the least aware, the breasts of hers that were pressing lightly against his back were beginning to add to his already aroused state, not helped in the least by the very fact he’d already noted several of the top buttons on her blouse had somehow come undone.
He held his breath as she leant over his shoulder to read the words written on the paper.
As she read, she remained quiet and though her body gave nothing away, it was not long before he could soon sense she had finished reading.
He felt her step back. Fearing the worse, he closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable reprimand.
For a moment she said nothing.
He felt a hand press lightly on his shoulder.
“Come with me please!”
Her words were not sharp, indeed soft would be more their description, yet he could sense she was less than happy.
Instinctively he did as was asked of him. He rose from his desk and followed as she lead the way back towards the front of the classroom.
Despite his apprehension he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to follow the gentle, magnetic sway of her rump beneath her fitted skirt.
To Mike, her sexy arse purred like a smooth running engine beneath her black, body hugging skirt. Each forward step saw her rump sway, first one way then the other, its delightful shape forming a perfect, inviting mound. He immediately felt the need to run both his lips and hands over those delightful, sphere shaped orbs.
In turn, as much he tried, he could do little to hide the fact his own erection was now raging inside his briefs.
As they approached her desk she turned, her eyes looking him up and down. Again Mike feared the worse. Yet, his fear was not enough to stop his eyes from being draw to her body, this time to those shapely breasts of hers that steadily rose and fell between the buttons that had somehow become undone, so allowing him the slightest glimpse of lace bra
He wanted to groan out loud…….a fact she readily sensed.
“Would you like to explain yourself Mike?” she asked.
Though his brain sought an answer, the few cells that appeared active did not apparently, want to make contact with his tongue…..“Errrrm! " is all that came from his lips.
He continued to watch, mesmerised as her fingers reached up and indolently undid yet another of her top buttons.
“Pull up a chair Mike!” she ordered.
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Her demand left no room for negotiation. He did as he was asked, turning to walk the few paces back to the nearest desk where, pulling a chair to the front, he placed it on the spot indicated by her wagging finger.
For the moment he just stood there, his eyes once more, drawn to the swell of her breasts.
“So Mike! What’s all this filth I’ve just read? Do you really expect me to believe you didn’t understand the task I had set you?”
Mike had never felt so embarrassed. He tilted his head to look down at his shoes, where for some inexplicable reason he noted they could do with a clean. He closed his eyes, hoping this stupid thought would leave his head and be replaced by one that would serve as an answer.
“Well?” she prompted, her manner stern enough to cause him to raise his eyes to meet hers.
“I’m……sorry…..I didn’t mean….Oh God! I shouldn’t have written ……”
He felt hot, flushed and, unable to form the words he wanted, he lowered his eyes once more.
“No Mike! You should not!” she replied, her voice rasied. “For that was NOT what the task had called for.”
Still Mike wasn’t able to bring his gaze to meet hers. He sensed her move and found his eyes following her slim heels until they were lost from his peripheral vision as she made her way around behind him.
He wanted to move, wanted to turn his head to discover where she was, what she might be doing, but the silence of the classroom held him there, rooted to the spot.
Moments later he felt the warmth of her breath close to his ear.
“So this is what you think about when you’re in my class.”
She paused, yet he could still feel the heat of her lips close to his ear.
“Am I a bad teacher Mike? Is it I don’t make my lessons enjoyable? Is that it?”
He sensed, rather than saw her take a step back.
“No….it’s not that…it’s……” His mind froze fumbling for words he knew wouldn’t come. He looked down at his shoes and closed his mouth, aware to say another word would simply dig himself deeper into the mire.
“It’s what Mike? It’s more exciting to have these filthy thoughts about your teacher? Is that what IT is?” she responded, emphasising the word ‘IT’.
He remained there, silent, unsure if to answer NO or YES, certain either answer would be of no use.
Her lips drew closer still to his ear.
“Tell me Mike. These thoughts you have, do they occur just within these four walls?”
He heard the click of her heels as she made her way back towards her desk. She turned before leaning casually against her desk resting a hand eitherside of her body.
He felt his eyes drawn to her open blouse, the firm rounded breasts. He fought his desire and instead fixed eyes on her hands, noting her slender, well manicured fingernails, their bright red hue holding his attention.
“I want answers Mike! I want to know of these thoughts you are having? I want to know if you are having them when you’re lying on your bed at home?”
It was as if she had read his every innermost thought and even as he heard her words he couldn’t help but recall how often he had laid on his bed at night and stroked himself to erection as he pictured her body close to his.
“Yes!” He finally managed to stammer by way of a reply.
Her lips formed a smile as his reply sank in.
“Hmmm! And tell me Mike. Is it just thoughts you have about me? Or do you allow your hand to help with your imagination? Do you stroke your young cock while you are thinking of me?”
Taken aback by the bluntness of her question. Rather than answer he turned his gaze away from hers. It’s all the answer she needed.
“Oh my god, you do don’t you? You dirty little boy! You masturbate while your thinking about me?”
Mike nodded dumbly, not even aware he was doing so.
She stood, momentarily before lifting herself up onto the corner of her desk, a simple if not remarkable feat, yet to Mike, an action filled with sexual connotation, his eyes being drawn to her legs, each dangling eitherside of the corner.
“Sit down Mike!” Her words again left no doubt this was not a request.
Mike sat down on the chair he’d just pulled out front. Miss Anya in turn lifted herself fully onto her desk and immediately swung her legs upwards, each foot placed on the chair, either side of his body, her skirt having now hiked up towards the tops of her stockings.
At that precise moment the classroom door rattled causing Mike’s head to snap round in the direction of the sound, the sound of someone clearly trying to gain entry.
He started to rise, but Miss Anya never flinched in the slightest. Instead she placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder, pushing him back down into his seat.
“You’re going nowhere, you dirty little boy!” She said, unbuttoning more of the buttons on her blouse, one by one until it hung open down to her skirt, allowing Mike to see her white lacy bra beneath and how deftly it sculpted her cleavage together into two, gently touching orbs.
His teacher was not slow to recognise his lustful glance
“You like do you Mike? My breasts?” she asked, reaching her hand inside her blouse causing Mike to look away.
“Don’t look away when I am talking to you Mike!” she hissed. “Look at me . and answer me……Do you like my breasts?” she asked for the second time.
“Yes,” he stammered, as his eyes alighted on her full rounded mounds once more.
“Good. And would you like to watch me touch them?”
“Yes,” he admitted, his answer easier this time.
“Yes I bet you would. Dirty little boys like that sort of thing. And I bet you’d like a lot more besides……wouldn’t you? You little pervert!”
She allowed her words to sink in before pressing home her advantage.
“Tell me Mike. Have you ever fucked, or are you still a virgin?”
“Nooo!” he replied, opting for honesty, shaking his head.
“No what? No you’ve never Fucked? Or no you’re not a Virgin?”
He felt suppressed, he could feel the heat building in his cheeks, reddening his face. He nodded his head, “I’ve never Fucked!” He said, feeling ashamed to be admitting his virginity to the very woman he’d had so many lascivious thoughts about.
“You aren’t saying that just to turn me on, are you Mike?”
“No.”
Anya’s lips formed yet another sultry smile.
“Then tell me Mike. Just how much have you done?” she asked, and as she spoke those words Mike watched as the fingers of her right hand reached inside the cup supporting her left breast where they began working her nipple to arousal. Down below he could feel his already solid cock pulsing harder still against the confines of his trousers.
“Ummm, I’ve made out.” he stammered and if his eyes hadn’t been so intent on watching her hand working its charms on her left breast he’d have seen the wicked smile form on her lips.
“That’s good Mike. Making out…..kissing a girl….touching up her tits….maybe even playing a little with her pussy….Am I right Mike?”
“Yes!” he managed to stutter, his face still flushed.
“Hmmmm! That’s definitely good Mike. All good. But it’s not Fucking is it Mike? Which is what boys your age like to boast about. Isn’t it?”
Her abrupt words should have left him cold…ashamed…unable to answer but down below his cock, suspecting a very unlikely opportunity, was demanding he answer
“Yes!”
Again his eyes missed her telling smile.
“So what do you say Mike? How’d you like to lose that pesky virginity right here and now?”
Mike was floored. It was all he could do to imagine this was all a dream, that none of it was really happening. It was way too much, too fast for him to comprehend but, quick to recognise his dilemma Anya reached out to grab his wrist.
“Come on Mike! Stick your hand up my skirt,” she gasped, sliding his fingertips up beneath her skirt and along her stockinged thigh before letting go then using both hands to shrug her blouse from her shoulders. Mike groaned as he watched each of her hands slip inside one of her 36 sized cups.
His eyes flitted from the hands caressing at her tits to his own which now started to slide up the top most part of her thigh, gently, cautiously exploring until his fingers alighted against the soft texture of her panties, to find them both silky and moist.
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As she caressed her own hands back and forth over her full breasts, so Mike began to tease his fingers gently too and fro over her gusset.
“Don’t be a such a Fucking pussy,” she suddenly sneered at him.
“What!!! Sorry!!!” he stuttered, shocked by the sharpness of her words, quickly drawing his hand away, fearing somehow he’d done something wrong, yet even before his hand had fully escaped from beneath her skirt she had released the hold of her own breasts, had reached forward and had snapped her fingers tightly around his wrist.
“Noooo! " she cried sharply. “Put it back,” she demanded, her left hand joining her right, using them both to pull his hand back up the inside of her thigh, onto her crotch.
“There’s a time for being gentle Mike and there’s a time for being rough. Right now Miss Anya wants rough! Do you hear? Molest me Mike! Molest me like you do in your dreams. Isn’t that what you do Mike? Don’t you have your wicked way with me in those fantasies?”
“Ohh God yeah!” he moaned.
Encouraged, his fingers pulled her gusset to one side, his palm moving roughly too and fro over the bushy lips of her sex.
“Mmmm, that’s more like it Mike,” she hissed, as she began to move her hips back and forth against the palm of his hand.
“Harder Mike! Go on! You’re a virgin, with years of pent up frustration to overcome. Use it Mike! Show me I have made the right choice!”
“Oh God Yeah!” he moaned, barely hearing her words, his attention now on his hand which was growing wetter by the second as his palm rubbed back and forth over her swollen pussy lips.
Unseen by Mike, for his attention was firmly fixed on his own hand between her slender thighs, she closed her eyes and letting out a moan began thrusting hard against his palm.
“Oh that’s good Mike! So so good! When I was young like you it might have been enough but I’m older. I know my body so much better and it needs more.Use your fingers Mike. Feel how wet this wanton pussy is for you!”
For a moment Mike continued rubbing his palm over her pussy unable to believe the words he was hearing were coming from the woman of his dreams. Then, as her words finally registered, he opened out a finger and pushed it into her pussy.
“Oh God Yes! That’s it Mike! But give me more! Make me cum!” she cried.
She eased herself down until she was laying on her desk, her knees fell apart as her pussy squirmed on his finger. Mike, quickly losing his inhibitions pushed a second finger inside her wet, sticky hole.
“Ohhh yeah that’s nice! So Fucking nice!” she groaned. “And I bet that young cock of yours is nice and hard right now, isn’t it Mike?”
“Oh shit yeah!”
Anya drew back her lips in an almost snarl like smile.
“Then take it out!” she growled at him.
Mike began to withdraw the hand playing back and forth over her pussy.
“Noooooo!” she cried. Keep those fingers inside me,” she said wrapping her thighs tightly around his arm.
Doing as she’d said, leaving his fingers to work on her pussy, he used his free hand to unfasten his belt, freeing his waistband and in so doing, dropping his trousers to highlight the well formed tent inside his briefs.
“Ohhh Mike! That’s nice. Not bad at all,” she groaned, looking down at his hidden meat as it strove to climb out of his briefs. “You should know Mike, Miss Anya has always liked cock but there’s something special and rare about raw, virgin cock. Do you know how lucky you are? Most young guys lose their virginity to some awkward, fumbling girl. But not you, you lucky little pervert!”
Again her young charge moaned at the crude description she’d given him.
“You like that don’t you Mike? My calling you a pervert?”
He nodded, unsure of why the word had the effect of arousing him more than he already was. He looked down at his own erection, aware it was now within her grasp. This one thought caused his fingers to slip from her pussy.
“Finger me Mike dammit!” she cried. “Cos Miss Anya wants to cum all over her little perverts fingers! Cos that’s what you are, a dirty little pervert who gets hot for the authority figures in his life. His teacher. Hmmmm! and I bet you like lady cops, too, huh? Or nurses? And nuns? And secretaries? Am I right Mike?”
He nodded, unable to believe how easily she had him pegged.
“Why is that Mike, do you think? Why is it you have a thing for the older, authoritarian figures?” she said as she reached down to peel aside the waistband of his briefs, dextrously catching his cock in her hand, wrapping her fingers around its girth as it snapped forward.
“Do you realise how lucky you are Mike? There’s a lot of young guys with those types of fantasies. But very few had a teacher as hot as me, and more’s the point…….how many got to fuck her?”
Spurred on by her words, his mind filled with the images he enjoyed as he lay on his bed at night, he pushed both fingers hard into her pussy. For a moment he thought he’d forced them too deep…too hard as he felt the walls of her pussy contract… convulse and her screams fill the classroom. Seconds later as her head tilted back, and her anguished cries became threatening curses, he felt her pussy juices flooding over his fingers.
“OH SHIT! What was that?” she sobbed, her body shaking from the force of an altogether unexpected climax.
He withdrew his fingers, it was him smiling now, pleased with himself. Pleased he had at last fulfilled one wish.
Anya lay there, wallowing in the afterglow of her climax. She’d intended for him to make her cum but she’d never expected it to be with such force.
Her head lolled to one side, she flicked out her tongue, drawing it around her lips, leaving a gossamer like sheen.
“Oh You Bastard Mike! I don’t know what it was you just did to me …or how you did it…but Christ I want more!”
Just then, as the last of her words tumbled from her lips she rolled to one side, lowered herself from the desk, then hooking her fingers under her panties, pulled them down to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. She moved forward til she was stood, a leg either side of his chair, his body, her skirt hitched firmly up over her thighs to show off not just stocking tops but her brazen, sloppy, pussy lips.
Mike groaned as he saw her reach down between her legs to insert a finger deep between her slick pussy lips, his eyes noting how matted her bush was.
“Did you ever imagine this Mike when you were alone at home on your bed. That one day you’d be sat here watching your favourite teacher finger fucking herself for you?”
He wanted to answer, at the very least he wanted to nod his head but her words had the effect of removing all communication channels from his brain. He simply stood there, wide eyed and open mouthed as her slender, feminine finger continued to move slothfully in and out between her wet pussy lips.
She smiled, more to herself than at him, aware now more than ever she had only to ask and her young charge would do whatever she bid him.
She closed her eyes, just for a moment as her own finger slid wantonly in and out of her sex.
“You want me Mike don’t you? Right now, more than anything else in this world, my naughty little charge wants me. In fact, right about now, you probably want to grab hold of your teacher and Fuck her ragged! Am I right?”
“Ohhh Shit….and how!” he groaned, his eyes mesmerised by the finger slipping so easily in and out between her legs.
Anya laughed.
“All in good time my star pupil, but first, as you’re the cause of this wet pussy, I think it’s only right I should make you eat me. What do you think? Would you like that Mike? Would you like to get down on your knees and eat me out?”
Though his eyes still remained fixed on her finger, he nodded.
“Then say it.” she hissed.
“Yes….I’d like that.”
“You’d like what? Say it.” she demanded.
“I’d like to eat your pussy.”
“LIKE? You’d LIKE to Mike? Or you WANT? Remember I’m your English teacher and I expect you to use the proper words for the occasion. So what is it to be Mike? Like to….or want to?”
“Oh shit!” he groaned, for the first time ever realising words too played a part in arousal. I WANT TO. I want to eat your pussy out." he finally answered.
Anya smiled. “Good! That’s more like it and I guess if that’s what you want, then I had better let you.”
She drew the finger from her pussy and using both hands she pulled at the hem of her skirt, hitching it higher and higher up along her thighs, over her waist until it more resembled a belt.
Without another word she reached forward to slip her hands around the back of his head, then lifting her right leg, placed her foot down on the chair alongside him. Her fingers tightened into his hair pulling him down onto his knees and forward to meet her pussy moving the opposite way. She pressed her pussy lips firmly over his face. Their joint moans becoming one as the tip of his tongue began licking at her now slippery pussy.
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“Don’t just tease me Mike! Eat me! I’ve told you, I don’t want gentle, I want it rough. Show me what you can do you little bastard! Act out those perverted fantasies you have when you’re wanking yourself off on your bed!”
Mike groaned but this time his response was immediate. He slid his hands up behind her, drawing his fingers firmly over the rounded cheeks of her arse, pulling her close, his tongue beginning to probe as he began kissing her with a passion that surprised even him. His lips closed over her labia, his tongue sliding easily in between her lips to begin an almost violent, passionate snog. Above, Anya growled her delight pushing ever harder onto his lips and face, smearing her juices over his nose, his cheeks, his lips…his tongue.
“Oh Yeah! That’s hot!” she cried out, humping her pussy back and forth. “That’s it baby Fuck me! Fuck me with that tongue you dirty bastard.”
She thrust harder still but this time her thrusts were met with an equal force from his lips, his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She suddenly twisted her fingers even more tightly into his hair, forcing his head back, leaving him wanting for more now that he’d tasted her nectar.
She released her hands from his hair, slid her hands down the front of her body, over her hitched up skirt and on down to her pussy. He watched as she used the index finger of each hand to spread her wanton pussy lips apart..
“Now lick my clit, Nibble it!” she said, rubbing it coarsely with her finger as she did.
Mike didn’t need telling twice, he edged closer and pushing his lips hard over her swollen bud, he started to nibble and suck.
“That’s it! Fuck your slutty teacher.” Anya cried.
“Oh yeah, you’re such a slut,” Mike moaned.
His words took Anya completely by surprise, sending shivers running up and down her spine. She immediately stepped back leaving his tongue licking at the empty space between them.
“What was that you said?” she demanded to know.
“Oh God…nothing.” he mumbled.
“No! It wasn’t nothing! You called me a slut, didn’t you?” she hissed.
“Yes.” he groaned, sensing that he’d overstepped the mark
Her face softened, her lips turn up at the sides to form the slightest of smiles.
“That’s good.” she said, surprising him. “That’s the first dirty thing you’ve said all day, " then combing her fingers back through his hair she pressed her pussy lips back against his face once more.
“Now Fuck me Mike! Fuck YOUR slutty teacher with you tongue! It’s good to use words Mike! You ought to understand, as your English teacher I love using words. In this instance…….dirty words. They turn me on my little pervert….Just as I’m sure they will you. Now show me how much I have taught you. Show me how well you have grasped my lessons. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s people who limit their vocabulary.”
She suddenly pulled him full on to her pussy grinding her hips hard into his face as once more she twisted her fingers tightly into his hair, releasing him just as quickly as she pushed his head backward to look down into his eyes.
“Come on Mike! Express yourself! Say exactly what it is you want! Is it that you want to Fuck me Mike? Or do you want to copulate?”
Releasing one of her hands from his hair she drew her finger tantalisingly across his lips.
“That’s such a dirty word, don’t you think Mike? C o p u l a t e!” she repeated, drawing the word out long and slow. “It’s…soooo animal! Is that how you see me? An animal….a dirty little bitch on heat? Is that what we’re going to do is it Mike….COPULATE!!! Or maybe it’s mate….that can be a dirty word too, if you say it right. As in, I’m about to mate with my slutty teacher.”
Gripping his hair she pushed his head back, forcing him to look up into her eyes. Mike moaned.
“Now make me cum Mike! Make your slutty teacher cum all over your tongue!” she hissed.
Her fingers still twisted into his hair she pulled him forward where he was quick to sink his tongue deep between her wet, succulent lips.
He could hear both himself and his teacher moaning as he sucked and probed and licked, but it was as if he was a third party to it all, almost though he were stood watching himself ravage his sexy teacher.
He pushed his tongue deeper still, using his fingertips to dig firmly into the cheeks of her arse, giving him purchase. Anya tossed back her head, growling a filthy stream of abuse at him. She was so close now. It was all she wanted was cum. Cum all over her young pupils mouth and lips.
Again, using the fingers that had remained twisted into his hair, she pulled him closer, this time humping her pussy into his face, loving the way his tongue probed and snaked its way inside, adoring the passion with which his lips kissed her pussy…..as if he were snogging his teenage date for the very first time.
His hand started to slide up and down the crevice of her arse….His fingertips began to explore…….it was all too much and as the tip of his finger slide over her anus, so she could feel her pussy spasm, could feel her climax building until moments later, as he tipped her over the precipice, she let out an almost blood curdling howl as her juices exploded all over his face.
She stood there, shaking, having to reach down for his shoulders, desperate for support least she collapse onto the floor and as her body yielded to its erotic release, so he continued to lick and lap as her juices continued to flow from the warmth of her lips.
It seemed like minutes passed as Anya continued to stand there using her hands on his shoulders for support while her body slowly but surely drifted back down from its sexual highs. As far as Mike was concerned it didn’t matter. She could take as long as she needed to recover if it meant he could stay like this between her silken legs. Finally though he felt her stir and knew his time was coming to an end.
“That was soooo good!” she moaned as she reached down for him and helped him, first to his feet, then so he was sat back down onto the chair.
She stood there momentarily, running her tongue around her lips as she looked down to admire the thick meaty cock that was half captured by the waistband of his briefs.
Mike sat there, apprehensive, not the slightest idea which way events were about to go, yet hoping against hope that he was soon going to be given the chance to finally ’take’ her.
He looked upwards, his eyes instantly caught and held by her gaze. He noted her tongue as it flicked lightly around her lips, adorning them with a glossy sheen, as if in readiness Moments later watched as her body slid to the floor leaving her on her knees in front of him.
Again their eyes met but this time Mike let out a low, guttural groan as he felt, rather than saw, her hand reach out to take a hold of his cock. He could feel her nails grate up along his length, could feel the heat of her thumb as it glided too and fro over his now swollen knob. His mind screamed at him to look down, to witness what was taking place but his eyes refused to respond fearing to do so would be to wake from this erotic dream.
He sat there, his eyes caught under her hypnotic gaze while down below her fingers began to slide indolently up and down his rigid shaft.
“Now Mike! How would you like your dirty Miss Anya to go down on you? How often have you dreamt of feeling my lips slide up and down this delicious cock of yours?”
“Ohhh God! Pleaseeeee!” were the only words he could manage as his dream like mind began churning his wildest fantasies towards reality.
Finally, with Anya breaking her hypnotic spell he was able to look down in time to see her lips open, her head tilt forward then, closing his eyes tight shut once more, felt his sexy teacher closing her mouth over the head of his aching cock.
He moaned out loud, his first reaction being to thrust upwards,deep and hard, to bury his cock way way down into the warmth of her mouth….yet he held back, happy in the knowledge Anya would know just what to do to take him to new pleasures.
Her head dipped as she took almost the whole of his length deep into her wet, slippery mouth, then rose once more causing him to groan as her lips and teeth drew upwards along the thin layer of skin on his shaft. She held him there taking the time to swirl the tip of her tongue around and around his knob, its light touch seeming to know exactly where to flick, where to caress for maximum effect. Down below he could feel the ache in his balls in their desire to churn his juices.
“Ohhh Shit! Pleaseeeeee!” he heard himself plead, though he had no real idea of what it was he was asking of her, simply aware it was all he wanted for this feeling to continue.
Anya reached out with her left hand, easing her shoulder length hair back behind her ear. She wanted to be able to look up at her young charge while she sucked on his delicious cock, wanting to see the fire in his eyes. Her eyes met his and holding his gaze, she slid her lips down over his length for a second time.
Again Mike let out a low, animal like groan as he looked down, watching almost in disbelief as her lips hungrily gobbled their way down the shaft of his cock. He was in heaven, unable to believe such pleasure could be dealt by such sweet lips.
Though a part of him wanted her to continue, wanted to prolong the intensity of this feeling, he was suddenly gripped by the immediate desire to respond. He reached out, placing both hands on the top of her head and started forcing her down hard onto his raging cock. He began to lift from his hips, fuelled by his desire to sink himself as deeply as he could into the darkened, recesses of her mouth.
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