Christine Vs. Professor

“What am I going to do? I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless, that’s what I’m going to do.” Oh, God, let’s get right to it. I can’t wait for him to bend me over and start pounding into me with that thick mast of his.

He grabs the hem of my blouse and pulls it out my raised arms, his mouth immediately going for my breasts. He pulls one nipple out of my bra and starts sucking on it eagerly, all while his hands go to my back and open the clasp there.

He sure doesn’t want to lose any time - he takes off my bra and his fingers to my skirt. He makes me lift my ass and pulls it down my legs, pressing the open palm of his hand over my wet pussy immediately after. I squirm, rubbing myself against him as desire pulses wildly inside my head.

I flick my thong to the side and, grabbing his hand, I press it hard against me as a moan escapes my lips. I sigh hard as he brushes his finger up and down my inner lips, threatening to slide a finger in at any moment now. Then, in a flash, he actually does it - he goes for it with one finger, making it go deep and upwards in a hooking motion.

“Oh God…” I moan, my voice quivering.I feel my body shaking as he slides one more finger inside me, his thumb rubbing against my clitoris. I’m burning.

He takes his time, allowing for his fingers to go in and out with deliberate patience, stretching me and getting me ready for his cock. The rhythm changes quickly enough, though, as he starts moving his wrist so fast his fingers become a blur.

With his free hand he grabs at my breasts, squeezing them and taking his time with my hard nipples. My eyes are closed, but I part my lips for his kiss as I feel him leaning into me, our mouths locking in perfectly.

I’m thrusting my hips at him, pushing my pussy against his fingers and willing them to go even deeper. I thrust and sway my thighs until the slow burn of pleasure starts to eat my muscles from the inside out and making me moan louder.

“Oh… My… God!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, doing my best not to scream as my whole body trembles and shakes, succumbing to one mighty orgasm. I’m still shaking as he leans into me and nibbles at my earlobe.

“We’re just getting started, babe,” he says, “can you handle it?” I nod furiously and I notice a glint in his eyes. “Can you handle this… for the rest of your life?”

“Yes! Yes!” I cry out, grinning like a mad woman. Did you hear what he just said? For the rest of my life! I nod again, still swaying my hips and feeling my body begging for more of his perfect touch.

Grinning at me, he grabs my thong and pushes it down my legs in a hurry, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He grabs my knees and forces my legs apart before kneeling on the floor; with both hands on my ass, he pulls me to the edge of the desk as he places his head between my thighs.

Oh, yes, please. You wouldn’t believe how insanely good he is with his mouth.

I close my eyes in anticipation and, the moment I feel his lips on me, I find myself swaying my hips all over again as a response to his hungry kisses. He nibbles gently at my clit, sucking and licking on it with clockwork precision. Each time his tongue brushes against it I feel sparks under my skin.

Yeah, he’s this good.

With his mouth open wide he sucks on my inner folds, only stopping to let his tongue lick me up me and down with maddening slowness. I tangle my fingers on his hair, holding his head in place - no way I’m letting him get out from between my thighs before his mouth makes me come again.

He replies to my hold on him by doubling his efforts, sucking viciously as my mind goes completely blank. He’s wild and fierce, eating me out as if he only has minutes to live. His dedication shows, as I’m already on the verge of tears. Yeah, I’m close to crying - my body is buzzing with such intensity I just want to cry in pleasure.

Pressing his free hand over my belly, he forces me to stop my swaying. I feel one of his fingers going inside of me and I pant, suddenly becoming desperate for his cock. He slides two more fingers in, fingering me hard as he sucks on my clit.

I feel an orgasm looming in the horizon and I -- oh Jesus! I can't even think straight right now. I moan as my body erupts in delight out of the blue, his tongue ripping an orgasm out of me so fast I become dizzy and have to grab his shoulders for support.

“Now we’re warming up,” he whispers against my ear, standing up.

“Fuck me… I need you to fuck me,” I say as I open my eyes and look into his. “I need to feel your cock in me… Right now.”

“So bossy…” He grins at me teasingly and then pulls me into him; I cross my legs behind his back and lock him in place, his cock one inch away from my pussy. I nudge myself forward just an inch and I almost moan as I feel his tip brushing against my labia.

Just get it in me, I actually feel like saying, but I resist the urge to do it. Instead, I place my hands on his chest and tug on his shirt, forcing all the buttons to pop out. With frantic movements, I push the shirt down his arms, and then tell him what I want him to do once more: “fuck me already, Professor.”

That’s exactly what he does: one quick thrust and his cock parts my inner folds and nestles itself deep into me. I rest my forehead against his shoulder, savoring how it feels to have him inside of me.

When he starts to rock his body back and forth, I’m moaning so hard it’s almost silly. Only when I remember where I am - his office, for God’s sake! - do I make an effort to quiet down. Even though there doesn’t seem to be a problem with me being Anders, I still don’t think the Dean wouldn’t approve of us fucking loudly in the department’s premises.

“I love how tight you are,” he pants, his hands grabbing my ass hard. He lets one hand climb up my back and grabs my hair, making me throw my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He kisses me there as his cock slides endlessly in and out of me. Then, no warning at all, he steps back, his cock popping out of me in a heartbeat.

“Get up,” he growls at me, and I find my body moving as if his words were somehow magical. When Anders tells you to get up, you don’t second guess it - you just do it.

He grabs me by the waist and makes me turn around; I support myself by planting my hands on the desk’s surface and bending over, jutting my ass back at him and wiggling it. I shudder as he presses his body on mine, his mouth returning to my neck with those gentle - and harsh at the same time - kisses of his. He forces me me to part my legs and runs his hands down my back and to my ass, grabbing it eagerly. He smacks my buttocks then, hard enough to leave a mark. He does it again and again, the sound of his hand hitting my cheeks driving me completely mad.

He reaches between my legs, stroking my wet pussy with just the tip of his fingers as if he’s taking aim. Then he pushes his hand against my pussy then, making me go on tiptoes - before I know it, he’s already rubbing his cock’s delicious fat head under my ass and against my clit.

One thrust and he’s in.