No matter how many times you show me, the concept is just not going through my brain. I look away in frustration. I fucking hate calculus. You guide me back to the textbook in front of us, but you’ve been tutoring me now for over an hour. We are squared away in your private office in the math department, after hours,for midterm preparation. Your office is cozy- surrounded by massive bookshelves and in the middle is a study oak desk. I toss my long blonde hair over to one side and scoot closer, following your long fingers and strong hands. My gaze flicks up to train on your sexy lips and white teeth. I infinitesimally rock my hips in my seat. You may be more than a decade older than me, but fuck me, you’re beautiful.

I look away and shrug out of my oversized denim jacket and let it fall to the floor over my book bag. The afternoon sunlight pouring in from the tenth floor window covers my tanned skin and plays across the tiny straps of my red sundress. A dainty bow tied across my full tits. I watch you swallow hard and roam your eyes up and down my figure. My dress laying flat across my lap. My thighs pressed together. My flat stomach. My stiff nipples pressing through the top. My slender neck up to my full pink lips. I see the desire in your eyes when they meet over mine.

You clear your throat and take me back to my notes. I prop my hand on my chin and pointedly rest my tits on the edge of the desk, looking studious. Finding any reason to brush against my arm against yours while asking you questions. Bullshit studying. Until I get bored again and reach down in the space between us and pretend to massage an ache in my ankle, leaning forward for you. Letting you look down my top with my hair tossed to the side.

The sound of your heavy pen hitting the desk brings me back up. You’re leaning closer to me, almost nose to nose, frozen still. I match you with parted lips. This moment has been building all semester- eye fucking each other during your lectures. Keeping me after to talk. I gently trace the buttons on your cuff sleeve, softly tracing the soft skin of your wrist resting against the desk. Slipping my fingers up inside your crisp white dress shirt.

Your strong finger on your free hand pulls my chin back up to your face. I bite my lip at the sight of your sexy beard and your full lips. Piercing blue eyes and thick wavy hair. You cup the back of my neck and brush your nose against mine. I moan at the contact and you seal your lips over mine. Pulling my head closer to yours. One, two kisses before I slide my tongue in your mouth and delicately stoke yours- eliciting a strangled moan that has my toes curling. “Fuck, Jess,” you mumble around my lips and give it right back to me. Kissing harder. Fucking my mouth again and again.

You break the kiss breathlessly, your chest heaving harder than mine. You close your eyes and rake a hand through your sexy hair. Contemplating the physical connection between a professor and student.

I silently study your features as your eyes are closed. Without a sound, I untie the bow across the top of my dress. And let my shoulder straps fall down my elbows. Your eyes open again to find my thumbs hiking down my top and baring my full tits to you. Your jaw goes slack at the sight of my heavy breasts and aching nipples. Your gaze falling over my exposed body and fuck me eyes. I place my hands on your knees and lean into you. Both of your hands slide into my soft hair and our mouths collide. Moaning. My hands sliding up and all over your abs.

You gather my hair in one hand and hover your mouth over mine- eyes blazing into mine as you brush the pad of your thumb over my nipple. Barely touching. I let out a hungry little squeak and buck my hips in my chair. Back and forth across my same nipple as you study my face. Biting and licking my lips. Little moans puffing across your lips. Waiting expectantly for your next kiss. “Please.” You groan and kiss me so good I almost cum on the spot.

My shaky hands slowly unbutton your dress shirt, trailing my lips up and down your strong neck. Kissing behind your ear. My eyes follow the sight of your parted shirt when I finish, dying inside over the tanned skin, and hard nipples. Tracing your six pack and happy trail leading into your black slacks. I audibly groan to see your raging cock straining against the expensive material. Swallowing my shivers.

“Come here,” you gather me close. Delicately cupping my jaw. Kissing me softly. Making my head spin. I grip my hand around your wrist cradling my head and look down: boldly using my free hand to pull the hem of my delicate red dress up over my lap. Your forehead rests against mine and your chest heaves at the sight of my yellow lace thong. A heavy kiss before I grip your wrist and scoot closer to the edge of my chair. Spreading my legs wider in between yours. Your free hand brushes my dress over my hips to look your fill. My top all the way down and my hem riding all the way up.

Restless, I toss my hair over one side of my head. Kissing you roughly, fucking your tongue as your hand flexes against my hip. Until I can’t take it anymore: boldly locking my eyes onto yours as I reach between my legs and pull my yellow thong all the way to the right. I get to watch your reaction as your eyes fall on my uncovered pussy. Bald, pink, glistening with desire. Your brows are furrowed. Your wrist tightens in my hair. Your groan sends shivers down my spine and leaves me so wet I must be dripping.

Panting, I watch you for long seconds, tracing your eyes over every inch between my legs. Your gaze like a physical caress over my smooth, tanned mound, licking between my aching folds.

Our eyes collide and we act on it. I wrap my arms around your strong neck and kiss you deeply, melting on your tongue. You gather me close and wrap my legs around your waist. Standing effortlessly, brushing your massive dick against me with each step you take towards the massive arm chair at the back of the room. You tumble us onto the chair as the soft leather cushions squeak underneath us. Hovering in your lap, I delicately trace your lips with mine as I smooth my hands over your torso. Both of your hands guide mine to your belt buckle.

I look into your eyes as I unbuckle you. Lick across your lips as I palm your dick through your slacks. You growl and cup my bare ass. Freeing your buttoned fly. Straining and pulling your zipper over your stiff cock. Feeling even more of your form through the thin material of your briefs. Your veins. The thick ridge around of the head of your dick. Shameless, and unreserved, I grind myself against you. Literally trying to fuck you through the one barrier we have left. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day of class,” I moan around tangled tongues. “I go to my dorm and fuck myself every week after lecture.” “-Jesus.” You press into me from beneath, licking deep into my mouth groaning. Breaking away only to roughly pull your briefs down and out of the way.

Nose to nose, I curl my toes and moan loudly at the sight of your cock. Bobbing and straining for me. Shaking slightly at your thickness. How long you are. You drink in my shock and awe with devastating kisses. My fingers delicately trace the base of your dick, testing your thickness, tracing the bulging veins all the way to the tip. A hungry little moan escapes me as I spread my fingers wide over your flared head.

“Fuck me,” you groan. Kissing as you shove your pants to your ankles. I lean you back against the soft leather chair. Kissing the hell out of you. Parting your white shirt onto either side of your body as I grip your hips. You palm my ass cheek as I hover myself over you, gaining enough height to brush the thick crown of you against my clit. Then dragging my aching pussy up and down the length of you -without penetration. You squeeze my ass with one hand and bury the other in my hair. Bucking against me. Bucking against you. Teasing. Using the length of you to masturbate. Tripping my aching clit over the flared head. Whimpering.

“Now, Jess.” you bite out. Wildly turned on by your command, I immediately tuck you against my aching cunt. You swallow my sobs as your huge fucking dick pushes through my tight resistance. My head spinning as I tuck you in deeper, finding my angle. God, your fucking groans are so hot as I take you inside me. Pushing my hips against yours. Dripping. Stretching. Changing the way I angle my head to kiss you senseless.

Shifting from side to side. Staring into your eyes and sobbing as I stretch my pussy all over the tip of you. With as wet as I am, I still struggle to fully sit on you. Until you sit up to meet me- wrapping your arm around my waist and giving me your thick pressure. Fucking an inch deeper at a time. Getting us there, no turning back for my delicate pussy. “Fuck, it’s so tight.” Your shoes shuffle on the floor and your legs jump in the seat as I take all of you: squeezing and rippling around your cock, sobbing to the ceiling. Giving myself deeper fucks. Screwing my hips downwards. Bouncing my tits. You angle my mouth onto yours, groaning your pleasure as you fuck gently upwards to meet me.

Holy shit. The power behind your cock steals all the breath from my lungs. The feeling of you counter pushing against my fucks, matching me, the way I can feel myself dripping over your entire cock, the curling toes when the tip of you surges against that place deep, deep, inside me I didn’t know existed- I’m totally fucked…. A devilish smile spreads across your lips. “Is this your first time fucking a cock this big?” I cry out and nod my head.

The power exchange is not lost on me. I started out the seductress, pursuing you. Getting us this far. However, my limited sexual inexperience betrays me now. I came here with hopes to fuck your brains out- and now I’m completely lost to the feel of you, sobbing, blushing, and needing you to guide me. Moaning your name. “It’s so fucking good.”

You slip your palm over my mouth to stifle my cries. I squeeze the shit out your dick in response. Moaning harder as we really start to fuck. Your arm banded around my waist as you top me from the bottom. Moaning into my neck. Still keeping your palm over my lips. Shafting my tight pussy so good I might die. “Fuck yea, baby”.

You uncover my lips just long enough to slip your tongue inside. I lick back with uncontrollable tremors. You pull back to study my face. Smoothly in control, fucking my brains out without any explicit pain. You watch my eyes start to roll back into the back of my head as you give me a devastating thrust. Spreading your legs and, in turn, spreading my legs. Dropping me deeper onto your cock. Over and over. Your palm over my cries as I scream and pump my hips into yours. “Good girl. I want that tight little cunt to be so sore tomorrow, that you won’t be able to take a step without thinking about my cock.”

Your palm over my mouth follows me as I throw my head back. Screaming. Whimpering. Gladly, unreservedly, giving you my pussy.

Your strong arm bans around my waist and your hand over my mouth brings my face down to yours. Pinning me in your lap, eyes blazing into mine, as you fuck me deeper. Deeper. Wider. Stuffing every inch of your massive cock up my pussy and pinning me onto you. You watch me struggle against your lap, the pleasure behind my eyes, my tongue stroking against your palm clasped over my mouth. Rocking against your cock, anything to to ease the ache brought on by your acute pleasure. Desperately grabbing my tits. But you’re smoothly in control, soothing my muffled cries, steely eyes, parted lips.

You lift your palm from over my mouth and stick your thumb inside. I moan and eagerly suck on you as I stare into your eyes, watching your lips part a little wider. Pouting as you remove your thumb, holding me tight against your lap as you leisurely brush your wet thumb over my aching clit. Oh my fucking god. Clawing your shirt, bucking in your lap, trying to pump myself deeper onto you and pull you out at the same time. Sobbing and kissing you to stifle my sounds so you won’t cover my mouth with your goddamn palm again.

You keep me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Full strokes of your big cock. Rolling your hips up and down underneath me. Lazily tripping your thumb over my clit, my cunt, rubbing in perfect circles. All I can fucking do is kiss you, shake, and drip my wetness all over your cock like I don’t have a goddamn choice- and you know exactly what you’re doing. You can see it on my face, feel it, hear the sounds my pussy is making.

“I suggest, Jess…” you moan against my lips before giving me a devastating kiss. Your eyes full of controlled amusement. “The next time you seduce your professor in the middle of his goddam office- you learn how to finish him off.”

Fuck me. My fingers grip your hair. My tongue pours into your mouth. Surging into you. Creaming your cock. All I can do is nod, look into your eyes, brush my lips against yours and give you the sexiest, achiest, “Yes, sir.”

We fuck with abandon. Neither one of us in control of this wild desire. You absentmindedly scoot us to the edge of the chair, pumping your hips into mine. Screwing me hard. Knocking your pelvis against mine. I elongate my torso and crush myself against you. Burying my face in your neck and sobbing in your ear. Countering your fucks with my own, desperately trying to keep your cock from pulling back even an inch.

Your pleasure overpowers mine, you feel my sweeping orgasm before I do, pulling my face in front of yours, tracing my parted, sobbing lips with your tongue. Wildly moaning. Your eyes burn into mine before my eyelids get too heavy and close, surrendering my body to yours, and cumming harder than I ever have before. Shaking, one octave below screaming, letting your cock have my pussy.

I’m cumming all over you, but behind my closed eyes, I’m imagining your gorgeous cock pumping your cum into me. Crying out. Squeezing. Fucking for more. Gripping your hair with my fingers. Your cock grows longer, thicker inside of me. Pumping waves of mind numbing pleasure and ecstasy up my tight little cunt. Crashing waves inside me. Behind the roaring in my ears, I can hear you panting, groaning, crying out in the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard. “Goddamn it, Jess!”

I crush my lips against yours and stroke my tongue hard against yours. One more hard fuck, then you’re cumming, too. Breathless, and awed by the feel of your heavy cock dripping your warm cum into me. Still kissing, my eyes barely open, “Yes. Yes. yesyesyes. Cum inside me.” Slanting my lips over yours, “It’s okay.”

As if my confirmation was the permission you needed to let go, and wind your shaky arms around me. Nose to nose and heavy eyelids, looking at each other as your cock jerks hard, pouring deep inside of me. I brush my lips against yours. Milking your dick with my squeezes. Relentlessly squeezing your cock, fucking for more, as you cradle the back of my head in your hands, leaning me backwards in your arms. Coming over me as much as you can with me in your lap.

I catch my breath nearly upside down. Panting while you trail your lips down my neck. Breathing deeply yourself. You smoothly right us back up and lean against the plush chair. Soft kisses, brushing my hair behind my shoulders. I smile against your lips as I feel your cock still twitching inside of me. “Fuck.” You tangle your lips with mine as you ease your dick out of me. Still impressively hard even after your orgasm.

Your hand slides my long blonde hair behind my shoulder and cradles the back of my head. Nose to nose and your piercing blue eyes won’t let me look away as your thumb brushes against my swollen pussy. Growling at my parted lips, and the feeling of you smearing your cum up to my clit. Moaning as you ease your thumb inside me. Pushing your falling cum deeper. Swapping your thumb for your two strong fingers.

Making out and softly moaning as you explore the feel of your hot cum inside me. I cup my hand over yours and rock you deep, wanting you again. Curling your fingers “Naughty girl. Filled with my cum and still fucking for more.”

I can’t. Instead I gingerly pull your fingers up to my mouth and take my time licking them clean. Your tongue battles against mine, both of us taking your flavor. Moaning. You’re so fucking hot. I smooth my palm down your toned torso, you delicately pull my thong back into place. You gracefully stand and steady me on shaky feet. You softly kiss my lips as I re-button your shirt. I restore my crinkled dress and shrug into my jacket.

I meet you at the door with my book bag and you with your briefcase. Making sure the coast is clear before you give me a toe curling kiss, I make my way down the hall to the elevator. I give you a shy smile right before the doors close.

Once I’m alone, I give myself an incredulous smile in the mirrored tile. Flexing my toes all the way to the lobby. Riding the high of the naughtiness of what just happened.