Speaker 1: Her fingers tapped on her phone screen in the empty classroom,
The ac and Amanda's screen tapping were the only sound
that filled the air. He was late. This was very
typical of Professor Grayson. Ah, you are here, A deep
voice aired through the room. Amanda immediately stopped playing on
her phone. She turned to him, pouting, Oh, you love
making me wait, don't you, Professor, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Grayson squinted his eyes at her as he stepped through
the doorway, his briefcase in hand. Grayson was hot for
an older man, dark eyes and salt and pepper, wavy
hair hint of stubble. Amanda had always had a crush
on him, so when they started meeting secretly after hours
in the classroom, Amanda couldn't believe her luck. Their sessions
meant everything to her. No one made her feel like
he did. His expression didn't falter, locking eyes with her.
The intensity made Amanda's breath hitch. May I remind you
you were the one who insisted on after hours classes
despite my schedule, Amanda. He set his briefcase down and
turned back to her with a dead pan look. If
you're in a hurry, leave he offered. Amanda rolled her eyes,
pulling herself from the table. Oh I'm not in a hurry,
after all, I'm a studious student. She tilted her head,
giving him one of her cheeky smiles. His eyes that
saw right through her made her heart race unhealthily. Grayson's
gaze didn't waver as he stepped closer. Studious, indeed, but
only when you choose to be. But lately your focus
is elsewhere. Yes, I have been distracted, she admitted, voice
soft as her eyes dropped to the floor. Tell me
why you're here, Amanda, he said, his voice dropping to
a near whisper. I don't believe it's just for credits.
Her breath hitched under his scrutiny. She wanted to look away,
to break the tension, but she Couldn't you know why,
she whispered, her voice trembling for a moment. Grayson didn't move,
didn't speak. Then slowly he reached out his fingers, brushing
against her cheek. His touch sent an electric jolt of
desire through her body. You're playing a dangerous game, he murmured,
his thumb grazing her bottom lip. He leaned close to
her ear and whispered, But if this is what you want,
I'll give you a lesson you won't forget. Amanda's lips parted.
He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. She
could feel the heat radiating from him. Yes, she breathed,
her voice barely audible, teach me. Without another word, Grayson's
hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her
into him. He pressed his lips against hers. The kiss
was hot and demanding. Amanda's hands flew to his chest,
gripping the fabric of his shirt as she melted into him,
her body responding instinctively to his touch. She moaned into
his mouth, her nails digging into his shirt as her
body pressed against his. He was everywhere, his hands, his lips,
his body, everything about him made her head spin. Finally
pulling away, they were both breathing hard, their chests rising
and falling. Grayson's eyes turned dark. She could see it.
It wasn't just her, He too wanted her. Hum you
are mine now, he growled. It wasn't a statement, it
was an unquestionable demand. Every inch of your body is mine.
Amanda nodded, shuddering in anticipation. Yes, she whispered, her voice shaking,
I'm yours picking her up. A squeal fell from her
lips as she wrapped her legs securely around his waist.
He set her down and spread her legs. Immediately, she
felt the cold air from the ac hit her between
her legs. She had come prepared. Mm, no panties, Grason moaned,
staring at it. Her glitteress tingled as he maintained his
eyes on her wet pussy. Oh fuck, Professor Grayson, stop
staring at it. Without acknowledging her words, he lifted her
legs up, spreading them wider and shoving his face into
her wet pussy. He slurped on her folds like it
was the most delicious meal he had ever had. Amanda's
eyes rolled in her head as she locked her legs
around his neck, pressing him deeper into her, hoping he
ate her out some more. Oh lord, ugh ah, I'm
about to come please ah ah, Amanda cried. He pulled
away from her, and her squirt sprayed on his shirt.
Leaning on her elbows, she caught herself trying to catch
her breath. Professor Gray, Her words were immediately stuck in
her throat when she heard the familiar clacking of an
iron belt. With his trousers fell his briefs. His dick
sprang to life. It was huge, pink and veiny. His
dick was long, but wasn't wide, but it was curved.
He had a curved, a long, veiny dick, and it
was going to enter her. Excitement and anxiety washed through her.
She watched as his dick twitched and licked from the tip.
Walking towards her, his hard, pulsing penis pressed on her tummy.
Her heart pounded, wondering what he was going to do.
Hands on the collar of her buttoned shirt, he popped
it open, leaving her completely in her birthday suit. He
watched as her nipples went from soft to hard and erect,
a delicate pink color, like two ripe rose buds. You
fucking hoar, you came prepared. I ah, this is what
I wanted, she moaned. He cupped and squeezed her breasts
as she spoke. She muled at his touch. When he
stopped stepping away, he ordered, on your knees. Student. Amanda
gulped and went on her knees and immediately went to work.
She took his dick into her mouth. His dick hit
the back of her throat. Don't gag on my dick.
He pressed the back of her neck. She worked her
way from the tip and tried to reach the bottom,
but she couldn't. You can do better than that, you
naughty bitch. Amanda slurped on his throbbing member. He groaned,
moaning her name. Fuck. Oh, that's so good. Oh what
you did now was so fucking good, he grunted. Pride
swelled in her chest as she did it again. She
soon left his dick and went to his balls and
began sucking on them, taking good care of them. At
the same time, she had been fingering herself, playing and
pleasuring herself with her free hand. Fuck. Uh, I'm going
to come. He pulled it away from her lips. She groaned, Uh,
I wanted it in my mouth. He shook his head.
I want to litter you with my seed. Stroking himself,
he shot his warm come from her face to her breast,
covering her it was hot. Swiftly, he turned her around
with her peachy ass facing him. He slapped it a
couple of times, causing Amanda to squeal in delight, and
proceeded to thrust hard into her wet, dripping pussy. She
groaned with pleasure as this was what she was waiting for.
His thrust was hard and deep. She wasn't exaggerating when
she felt it in her tummy had felt so good.
Oh fuck a professor, please please don't stop. M His
balls slapped her pussy folds, and he thrust in and out,
harder and faster. Who was a naughty little student? Me?
She cried? I'm naughty. Oh, I'm so naughty. Ah, yes,
keep going. His grip on her hip bent her deeper.
Amanda felt the orgasm beginning to rise in her pussy.
There was no stopping it. She was about to explode.
With every thrust it drew nearer. One more thrust and
it would arrive. One more O again, she moaned, and
there it was ecstasy. Amanda flipped back her head, moaning
as the warm orgasm pumped through her body and turned
her limbs to quivering jelly. It felt so good she
knew she would be back for more lessons.
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