Forbidden Heat

“It’s so big, I’m not sure I can even take it in my mouth.”

“Of course, you shouldn’t be doing that at all, young lady.”

She smiled. “But I really want an A.”

She licked her lips, then wrapped them around him and made a show of gliding down his crown as if having trouble making it fit. Finally, she held the whole corona in her mouth and glided her tongue around and around.

His fingers forked through her hair and he held her head gently as she sucked on him, then squeezed him in her mouth. She pushed downward, taking his shaft deeper. So deep she gagged slightly, but relaxed her throat . . . and took him deeper still.

He groaned as she squeezed and sucked, then slipped her hand below to cup his balls and gently massage him with her fingers. He stroked her hair, pushing strands behind her ears. She drew back, then dove down. Back, then dove down again.

She bobbed up and down, stroking his balls all the while. Finally, he groaned and hot liquid filled her throat.

She released his cock, a broad smile on her face.

“So what do you think, Professor Jamieson? Does that deserve an A?”

“I . . . ah . . .”

She didn’t want this to end just yet, so she headed off his response.

“Oh, Professor, do you think I’ve been a bad girl?” She turned around and drew her skirt up, then leaned forward on the desk, revealing her essentially naked behind. “Maybe you should punish me.”

“Well, you are pretty naughty, coming in here and doing something like that. You deserve to be punished.”

She wiggled her behind back and forth. His hand stroked over her round flesh, and then she felt a sharp sting as he lightly smacked her bottom.

“Ohhh!”

He smacked again, then stroked. Her flesh smarted a little, but it was exhilarating.

“I am such a bad girl, sir. Maybe you should spank me again.”

His hand smacked across her burning flesh a couple more times, then his lips pressed against her, easing the sting . . . then stimulating other exciting sensations as he kissed one cheek, then the other.

“Acknowledging your need for punishment will raise your mark to a C.” His hands cupped her behind and he stroked round and round.

“And for an A, sir?”

He stood up and she heard the rustle of fabric, then the clunk of his pants, and belt, hitting the floor. His hands slipped around her body and he cupped her naked breasts. They filled his hands as he gently squeezed them within his palms.

“Let’s just see if you’re worthy of a B right now. Are you willing to do what it takes to get a B?”

“Of course, sir. Whatever you want me to do, sir.”

“Actually . . .” His hand stroked down her rib cage and over her belly, then around to unfasten her skirt. He slipped it over her hips and down to her ankles. “You won’t be doing all that much.”

He urged her thighs apart, and she stepped out of the skirt tangled around her ankles, then widened her legs. He stroked down her back, then along the thong as it disappeared between her still stinging cheeks, until he reached the crotch. He drew the fabric aside and dipped his finge

rs inside.

“My, you are a naughty girl. You are so wet.”

And she was. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was.

Two of his fingers slipped inside, then he drilled them into her several times.

“Yes, sir. I am so bad. My pussy is so wet.”