It was a dark, gloomy night. I walk outside in a hurry. The cool, brisk wind stabs my face like a sharpened dagger as I close and lock my front door. The breeze is strong. My curly mane blows erratically in the infuriated wind as I rush to my car, running from the coldness of the night. I click the beeper to my car. I blow out cold air upon entering my Nissan Maxima. My skin regrets the cold, leather seats. Even with a thick pea coat and jeans, I shudder from the frigidness of my seats. I start the engine; immediately cut the heat up as high as possible while cursing myself for not leaving in time enough to heat my car. Unfortunately, after I got home from work, time seemed to fly by me. I cooked dinner for Anthony (my boyfriend) and I, started my homework for my Chemical Dependency class that is due tomorrow night, and by the time I started to get ready, it was already 7 pm and time for me to meet my Social Administration professor. I sit in the car, let it warm up for about a minute, while rubbing, and blowing my freezing hands through my black leather gloves. After a minute or two, I reach for my Blackberry, find the BBM from Professor Mitchell, type in the street address to his house. I begin driving to my destination. My Magellan informed me that it would take me about ten minutes to reach Dr. Mitchell's house. After driving for about 5 minutes, I suddenly become anxious. "Wow, I'm actually about to go to HIS house" I think to myself, almost in disbelief. Upon first meeting this beautiful specimen of a man, my first night of grad class, I was instantly attracted. Dr. Jerome Mitchell is fionnee. Denzel fine. He is about 6'2 dark skin, with a muscular build. Not overly muscular, just a firm, liberal physique. He always dressed like a boss. He wears top of the line suits & ties regularly. But what I love the most is his smell. Whenever he walks into the classroom the aroma of his cologne always turns me on. It dances in my nostrils throughout the entire class session. I don't know the name of his cologne, but I know it's some boss shit. You know, only the type of cologne that people with Boss money could afford to buy. I don't know what else Dr. Mitchell does for a living, but I know he does more than teach Undergrad and Grad courses at Temple. He just has a look like He is important, beyond successful, and I'm not gonna lie, this mother fucker turns me on in three different ways!! Out of my four grad classes, Jerome's class is the only one that I sit in the front row, and engage in and initiate classroom conversations and debates. In all the rest of my classes I am always too tired to talk. BUT in my Social Administration class, I'm always sitting at Attention, raising my hand. Smiling flirtatiously, wishing for a chance to get Mr. Mitchell at attention with his fine, impeccable looking ass.
I make a right on Liberty St. and pull up to a nice condo on my left "Arriving at Destination" my GPS announces. I feel the butterflies flying around in my stomach like erratic flies; my hands are sweating through my gloves while I steer the wheel to my left. Professor Mitchell's black Mercedes is parked outside. I park beside it, pull out my blackberry, dial his number. "Hello" he answers in his baritone voice. I clear my throat and nervously announce that I am outside. I turn my engine off, take my off my gloves, and stare down at the flawless diamond on my left hand, fourth finger. I sigh. "Simone, what is wrong with you? You are engaged. He is just your teacher" I say aloud, trying to convince myself that what I'm doing is innocent. I mean, technically, it is. I'm here to receive assistance from my instructor on this tedious ass paper that's due in a week. I had kindly asked him for help the night prior after class. After two weeks of not coming up with a topic for my paper, I became drastically desperate. He offered to assist me tonight, at his house.
I sigh, grab my Louis bag, and step outside of my car. Immediately the wind, unpleasantly welcomed me as if I was an unwanted visitor. It felt as though the temperature had dropped ten degrees already. I run up his steps, through the cruel wind. "Hello Ms. Perkins" he says. He greets me wearing an orange sweater and perfectly pressed gray slacks. His black patent leather shoes are so shiny I can see my reflection in them. I shiver, run in his warm house. I am immediately impressed. His crib is Immaculate! There are orange and dark green leather seats in the living area, a nice fire place, and a huge flat screen TV hanging above. There's a wooden coffee table in the middle of the floor, two bookshelves also throughout the living area. Beautiful African sculptures and paintings hanging on the walls. I am appalled by his flawless taste. "This is nice house you have" "Why thank you, he says, while helping me take off my pea coat. My body shivers from his touch. “It’s a cold night out, why don’t you sit close to the fire place. I just made some hot tea. Would you like some” he asks kindly, while hanging my jacket in a closet in the front hallway. “Oh, that would be nice” I reply , gracefully and nervously. His house is so clean, I feel guilty walking across the sparkling wooden floors and the flush, red rug that is spread out in his living room. I take a seat on an orange love seat that is the closest sitting area to the fireplace. My body gratefully welcomes the warmth of the fire. I sigh, rub my cold hands together. There is something calm about his house; Serene and all of a sudden my butterflies are gone. I’m calm. Comfortable. “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet with you earlier. Today was a very hectic day for me at the office” he yells from the kitchen. “Oh, it’s fine. I apologize about my late notice for assistance. I’m just really busy with work and school at night” I explain , while I admire the picture perfect screen on his LG flat screen TV hanging over the fireplace. A Steelers game is muted. Instead a soft Kenny Burrell jazz tune is playing on the surround sound. “Oh I remember those days. So where do you work?” he asked, returning with a brown mug, and hands it to me. We spent the next half hour talking and sipping tea. I told him about my job as an Office Assistant for a local Attorney’s Office. I explained that my job was onerous; taxing, but for $36,000 a year, I wasn’t turning it down. I discovered that he, along with teaching at Temple, is also a manager at a car dealership, and is damn near a professional in stock marketing. For a while we talked about the risk and volatility of the stock market business. Our convo was so…easy. I didn’t feel like I was talking to my professor, but a peer. We had so much in common: same movies, books, music, and he loves jerk chicken as much as I do. Before we knew it, it was 9pm and we had yet to discuss my assignment (the initial reason for my being there in the first place). “So do you have an idea of where you want to go with your paper?” I nodded, while reaching for my Louis bag. I pull out my notebook that contained my outline for the paper. I damn near have a heart attack when I turn back around with my notebook in hand. Dr. Mitchell had moved so close to me, our bodies now touched, I could smell his boss cologne, it permeated my nostrils and instantly stimulated me. “Ahem yes. Ye, yes. I have my outline, I’m just having difficulty putting my ideas together coherently” I reply, stumbling over my words. All of a sudden it was hot as hell. My palms begin to sweat like it was a hot summer night. For an hour or so, Dr. Mitchell and I discussed my ideas for my essay. He gave me profound ideas, and advice. By ten pm, I felt more than certain that I could type a 15 page paper in a week, and receive an A. After we both concluded that I had enough insight to deliver a competent paper, our convo switched to my ring. “So, you’re engaged?” he asks, eyeing my diamond. “Yeah, have been since September” I respond, nervously running my left hand through my hair, and cursing myself for not taking the damn thing off before I entered his house. “Well, that’s nice. He sure is a lucky man” he said, making direct eye contact with me. The long look he gave me sent a chill through my spine that somehow managed to migrate to my vagina. I realized that he was admiring me. At that moment I knew that if I intended to Stay engaged, I needed to get the fuck out of this man’s apartment. Though, deep down on the inside…I wanted to stay...I wanted more than to stay…I wanted to fuck him. “Thank you” I replied. Smiling subtly. We were so close, too close. I could see myself the flames of the fire in his dark brown eyes. “So how long have you been with…” “Anthony. We’ve been together for two years now” I respond, disliking the route the conversation was taking. All of a sudden I felt guilty. I glance at my watch. “Ugh. It’s late I better get going. Thank you so much for helping me with my paper, Dr. Mitchell” I thank him, graciously. We make small talk as we walk towards the door. I regret leaving. “Good luck, Ms. Perkins, I know you’ll do a great job” he states while reaching in the hall closet for my coat. “Aww, thank you” I smile. He opens my coat. I turn to place my arms in it, smiling all the while at how much of a gentleman he is. “You have a nice night. Call me or stop by if you need anything” giving me that same stimulating look he had moments prior. This look frightened me for it was almost as if he knew I wanted to fuck him..right then..right there. I was somewhat confounded by his stress on the word anything. I said goodbye and run through the cruel night air to my car with a quickness. All of a sudden, I feel like a prisoner whose only means of escape is right in front of me. I have to leave NOW. I breathe a huge sigh of reprieve upon entering my car. I start the engine, wait for the car to heat up. Then, I begin to think. I want to fuck my teacher, he wants to fuck me. I take my left glove off, stare down at my ring, it glistens back at me as if assuring me it won’t be too mad if I make a tiny mistake. I shake my head. What am I going to do? You only live once…I’d been fantasizing about this very event for months now…I deserve to fuck this man.. knock knock. Dr. Mitchell stands outside of my car. I open the door. “You left your bag” he says, kindly handing my purse. I snatch my bag out of his hand, throw it in the passenger seat, “I want to Fuck you” I state, devilishly, I almost don’t even recognize my own voice. I sound downright devious. I grab him close to me, kiss his cold lips. We lock tongues, sucking, each other’s freezing lips for what seemed like eternity. His soft kiss made my knees buckle and panties moisten. I felt like I was melting in his arms even though it was damn near ten degrees outside. He taste so good…he kissed with such passion. By now the cold air is obsolete to our minds and bodies. He pulls me closer to him. We kiss again. Standing, our tongues dancing, praising the other. He violently pulls me towards his house. Once inside, he slams the door, and begins unbuttoning my pea coat. We kiss, make out like two wild, crazed animals. He feels, squeezes my ass, I pull down his slacks. I have to have this fine specimen of a man NOW!! I tug at his slacks; I feel his dick, nice and hard through his pants . I unbuckle his belt, drop to my knees. I hold his thick manhood in my hands, admire it’s beauty. It reminds me of a thick chocolate bar, it’s so flawless, Huge. Yes, this man is definitely a boss…nothing like Anthony. I rub his dick up and down, while I slowly suck on his balls. They taste so damn good. Like two luscious chocolate covered balls He moans in ecstasy as I slowly lick around the veins on his erect dick. I admire his taste; it’s a clean taste..pleasurable and addicting. I moan as I begin slobbing on the head of his man hood. I tease him for a minute, sucking and licking on head of his dick, as if I’ m going to take him all in. My teasing technique sends him to sheer bliss. He moans out in pleasure, holding on to the wall to keep his balance. I finally take his entire dick in my mouth. It takes my jaws a while to get used to the width of this boss dick, but I love it. I enjoy sucking his dick just as much as he is. I slob faster, sucking, deep throating that boss dick Suddenly I can’t get enough of his taste. I begin knobbing faster and faster; not even coming up for air or a break. I am determined to make this man cum in my mouth…I don’t understand…it just taste so damn good!! …oh how bad do I want to taste that boss nut I know he’s holding in! Just as I’m sure he’s about to nut he pulls me up to my feet, I’m disappointed cuz I wanted to taste his nut so very bad. “No, wait” he whispers, then picks me up and walks up the steps. We enter a bedroom with this is draped in cheetah print. He vehemently throws me on the bed, gets on top of me and resumes kissing me wildly! I am so aroused by his vulgarity, my love is throbbing, and soaking wet. He helps me take off my shirt, begins sucking on my neck, my breasts. He then eases his way down my stomach, to licks my belly button. He teases me for a while. Then he takes off my boots, goes back to sucking on my breast. He glides back down licking my stomach, while unbuckling my jeans. He tugs on my belt with an urgence, finally unbuckling it. I assist him in pulling my jeans down while he places kisses on the inside of my thighs. Once my jeans are off he continues to lick and kiss my inner thigh while rubbing my clit. I moan softly from the warm touch of his hands. I feel like a feeble/ helpless child as he continues teasing me by rubbing my clit and kissing my thighs. He finally makes his way to my love canal. I am wetter than the Pacific and the Atlantic by the time his tongue finds its way to my clit. I moan out in bliss as he slowly, sensually licks around my swollen clit. His tongue is so huge, welcoming, warm, he begins licking down the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top of my clit slowly, I want to cum, but I can’t not yet, not yet. He licks my pussy with such hunger. I try to close my legs, to stop him before I nut, but he forces them open and continues to voraciously eat my love. I have to stop. this isn’t right. I’m engaged. Anthony loves me, but his Mr. Mitchell’s tongue feels so fucking good. He speeds up his pace with his tongue doing a naughty dance on my clit but enters his middle finger inside of my soaking wet vagina. He fucks me vigorously while passionately sucking on my clit. He sucks on it as if it’s a sweet, succulent strawberry. I strive to sustain the ounce of sanity I have left while he finger fucks me and he lips suck me…My rationality and delusion vulgarly fight as my blood leaves my brain and migrates to my vagina. I have lost it..clearly lost it..this isn’t right. I think to myself..striving to keep from having an orgasm…I cant I cant..Anthony loves you,,,and with this one intruding thought I lose control of my mind..I explode all over his face like an erupting volcano. The room spins as I slowly gain control of my sanity again. Professor Mitchell comes up and resumes sucking on my breasts. I gasp as his boss penis enters my panting vagina. My love is surprised by his width. He fills me all the way up.. Something that hadn’t happened in over two years. I yell out in pain as he quickens his pace and begins to stroke me deeply..each time entering more of his boss dick into my drenching vagina. He goes quicker with deeper thrust while wildly sucking on my neck. Leaving hickeys on my chest, breast, and neck. He begins to moan as he pulls my curly mane. The room explodes with our sinful moans. Our lust evokes a toxic tune. Sinful and orgasmic. I fight another orgasm as he grabs my ass with both hands and wraps my legs around his waste. Slowly and violently pulling me toward him with each thrust. I call on Jesus again as I try to keep up the rhythm. I fight my nut but his dick is soo damn good. so big. It is perfect. I am certain is molded and shaped just for me. We thrust and fuck like two demented animals for less than two minutes before I lose my temporal sanity again and nut all over his manhood,. He smiles a devious grin. Throws me over, lifts my ass. He begins slowly fucking me from the back while palming my ass like it is a ripened piece of fruit. He speeds up his thrust giving me full penetration I yell out in ecstasy and Pain. He begins moaning and panting like a wild horse as I begin to throw my ass back at him. He groans, while fucking me harder and longer, pulling my hair, I feel his dick expand. “oh shit, damn this shit’s good” he groans with his sweat trickling down on my ass. I try not to nut again, but I can’t help it we orgasm in unison. Professor Mitchell nuts a healthy, warm, massive walnut inside of me. He falls over me panting, sweating and trying to catch his breath….
We lay in his bed like two exhausted warriors, as he holds me. I lay staring at my ring, wishing I hadn’t even worn it. Professor Mitchell turns my head toward him. Stares me in the eyes. “So what do we do from here?” he asks in his sexy, baritone voice “I don’t know…I assume I’m passing the class now” I say with a confident smile. Professor Mitchell laughs at my cleverness, and pulls the covers back. We prepare for round two. Did I mention I got an A in the class?
(
I make a right on Liberty St. and pull up to a nice condo on my left "Arriving at Destination" my GPS announces. I feel the butterflies flying around in my stomach like erratic flies; my hands are sweating through my gloves while I steer the wheel to my left. Professor Mitchell's black Mercedes is parked outside. I park beside it, pull out my blackberry, dial his number. "Hello" he answers in his baritone voice. I clear my throat and nervously announce that I am outside. I turn my engine off, take my off my gloves, and stare down at the flawless diamond on my left hand, fourth finger. I sigh. "Simone, what is wrong with you? You are engaged. He is just your teacher" I say aloud, trying to convince myself that what I'm doing is innocent. I mean, technically, it is. I'm here to receive assistance from my instructor on this tedious ass paper that's due in a week. I had kindly asked him for help the night prior after class. After two weeks of not coming up with a topic for my paper, I became drastically desperate. He offered to assist me tonight, at his house.
I sigh, grab my Louis bag, and step outside of my car. Immediately the wind, unpleasantly welcomed me as if I was an unwanted visitor. It felt as though the temperature had dropped ten degrees already. I run up his steps, through the cruel wind. "Hello Ms. Perkins" he says. He greets me wearing an orange sweater and perfectly pressed gray slacks. His black patent leather shoes are so shiny I can see my reflection in them. I shiver, run in his warm house. I am immediately impressed. His crib is Immaculate! There are orange and dark green leather seats in the living area, a nice fire place, and a huge flat screen TV hanging above. There's a wooden coffee table in the middle of the floor, two bookshelves also throughout the living area. Beautiful African sculptures and paintings hanging on the walls. I am appalled by his flawless taste. "This is nice house you have" "Why thank you, he says, while helping me take off my pea coat. My body shivers from his touch. “It’s a cold night out, why don’t you sit close to the fire place. I just made some hot tea. Would you like some” he asks kindly, while hanging my jacket in a closet in the front hallway. “Oh, that would be nice” I reply , gracefully and nervously. His house is so clean, I feel guilty walking across the sparkling wooden floors and the flush, red rug that is spread out in his living room. I take a seat on an orange love seat that is the closest sitting area to the fireplace. My body gratefully welcomes the warmth of the fire. I sigh, rub my cold hands together. There is something calm about his house; Serene and all of a sudden my butterflies are gone. I’m calm. Comfortable. “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet with you earlier. Today was a very hectic day for me at the office” he yells from the kitchen. “Oh, it’s fine. I apologize about my late notice for assistance. I’m just really busy with work and school at night” I explain , while I admire the picture perfect screen on his LG flat screen TV hanging over the fireplace. A Steelers game is muted. Instead a soft Kenny Burrell jazz tune is playing on the surround sound. “Oh I remember those days. So where do you work?” he asked, returning with a brown mug, and hands it to me. We spent the next half hour talking and sipping tea. I told him about my job as an Office Assistant for a local Attorney’s Office. I explained that my job was onerous; taxing, but for $36,000 a year, I wasn’t turning it down. I discovered that he, along with teaching at Temple, is also a manager at a car dealership, and is damn near a professional in stock marketing. For a while we talked about the risk and volatility of the stock market business. Our convo was so…easy. I didn’t feel like I was talking to my professor, but a peer. We had so much in common: same movies, books, music, and he loves jerk chicken as much as I do. Before we knew it, it was 9pm and we had yet to discuss my assignment (the initial reason for my being there in the first place). “So do you have an idea of where you want to go with your paper?” I nodded, while reaching for my Louis bag. I pull out my notebook that contained my outline for the paper. I damn near have a heart attack when I turn back around with my notebook in hand. Dr. Mitchell had moved so close to me, our bodies now touched, I could smell his boss cologne, it permeated my nostrils and instantly stimulated me. “Ahem yes. Ye, yes. I have my outline, I’m just having difficulty putting my ideas together coherently” I reply, stumbling over my words. All of a sudden it was hot as hell. My palms begin to sweat like it was a hot summer night. For an hour or so, Dr. Mitchell and I discussed my ideas for my essay. He gave me profound ideas, and advice. By ten pm, I felt more than certain that I could type a 15 page paper in a week, and receive an A. After we both concluded that I had enough insight to deliver a competent paper, our convo switched to my ring. “So, you’re engaged?” he asks, eyeing my diamond. “Yeah, have been since September” I respond, nervously running my left hand through my hair, and cursing myself for not taking the damn thing off before I entered his house. “Well, that’s nice. He sure is a lucky man” he said, making direct eye contact with me. The long look he gave me sent a chill through my spine that somehow managed to migrate to my vagina. I realized that he was admiring me. At that moment I knew that if I intended to Stay engaged, I needed to get the fuck out of this man’s apartment. Though, deep down on the inside…I wanted to stay...I wanted more than to stay…I wanted to fuck him. “Thank you” I replied. Smiling subtly. We were so close, too close. I could see myself the flames of the fire in his dark brown eyes. “So how long have you been with…” “Anthony. We’ve been together for two years now” I respond, disliking the route the conversation was taking. All of a sudden I felt guilty. I glance at my watch. “Ugh. It’s late I better get going. Thank you so much for helping me with my paper, Dr. Mitchell” I thank him, graciously. We make small talk as we walk towards the door. I regret leaving. “Good luck, Ms. Perkins, I know you’ll do a great job” he states while reaching in the hall closet for my coat. “Aww, thank you” I smile. He opens my coat. I turn to place my arms in it, smiling all the while at how much of a gentleman he is. “You have a nice night. Call me or stop by if you need anything” giving me that same stimulating look he had moments prior. This look frightened me for it was almost as if he knew I wanted to fuck him..right then..right there. I was somewhat confounded by his stress on the word anything. I said goodbye and run through the cruel night air to my car with a quickness. All of a sudden, I feel like a prisoner whose only means of escape is right in front of me. I have to leave NOW. I breathe a huge sigh of reprieve upon entering my car. I start the engine, wait for the car to heat up. Then, I begin to think. I want to fuck my teacher, he wants to fuck me. I take my left glove off, stare down at my ring, it glistens back at me as if assuring me it won’t be too mad if I make a tiny mistake. I shake my head. What am I going to do? You only live once…I’d been fantasizing about this very event for months now…I deserve to fuck this man.. knock knock. Dr. Mitchell stands outside of my car. I open the door. “You left your bag” he says, kindly handing my purse. I snatch my bag out of his hand, throw it in the passenger seat, “I want to Fuck you” I state, devilishly, I almost don’t even recognize my own voice. I sound downright devious. I grab him close to me, kiss his cold lips. We lock tongues, sucking, each other’s freezing lips for what seemed like eternity. His soft kiss made my knees buckle and panties moisten. I felt like I was melting in his arms even though it was damn near ten degrees outside. He taste so good…he kissed with such passion. By now the cold air is obsolete to our minds and bodies. He pulls me closer to him. We kiss again. Standing, our tongues dancing, praising the other. He violently pulls me towards his house. Once inside, he slams the door, and begins unbuttoning my pea coat. We kiss, make out like two wild, crazed animals. He feels, squeezes my ass, I pull down his slacks. I have to have this fine specimen of a man NOW!! I tug at his slacks; I feel his dick, nice and hard through his pants . I unbuckle his belt, drop to my knees. I hold his thick manhood in my hands, admire it’s beauty. It reminds me of a thick chocolate bar, it’s so flawless, Huge. Yes, this man is definitely a boss…nothing like Anthony. I rub his dick up and down, while I slowly suck on his balls. They taste so damn good. Like two luscious chocolate covered balls He moans in ecstasy as I slowly lick around the veins on his erect dick. I admire his taste; it’s a clean taste..pleasurable and addicting. I moan as I begin slobbing on the head of his man hood. I tease him for a minute, sucking and licking on head of his dick, as if I’ m going to take him all in. My teasing technique sends him to sheer bliss. He moans out in pleasure, holding on to the wall to keep his balance. I finally take his entire dick in my mouth. It takes my jaws a while to get used to the width of this boss dick, but I love it. I enjoy sucking his dick just as much as he is. I slob faster, sucking, deep throating that boss dick Suddenly I can’t get enough of his taste. I begin knobbing faster and faster; not even coming up for air or a break. I am determined to make this man cum in my mouth…I don’t understand…it just taste so damn good!! …oh how bad do I want to taste that boss nut I know he’s holding in! Just as I’m sure he’s about to nut he pulls me up to my feet, I’m disappointed cuz I wanted to taste his nut so very bad. “No, wait” he whispers, then picks me up and walks up the steps. We enter a bedroom with this is draped in cheetah print. He vehemently throws me on the bed, gets on top of me and resumes kissing me wildly! I am so aroused by his vulgarity, my love is throbbing, and soaking wet. He helps me take off my shirt, begins sucking on my neck, my breasts. He then eases his way down my stomach, to licks my belly button. He teases me for a while. Then he takes off my boots, goes back to sucking on my breast. He glides back down licking my stomach, while unbuckling my jeans. He tugs on my belt with an urgence, finally unbuckling it. I assist him in pulling my jeans down while he places kisses on the inside of my thighs. Once my jeans are off he continues to lick and kiss my inner thigh while rubbing my clit. I moan softly from the warm touch of his hands. I feel like a feeble/ helpless child as he continues teasing me by rubbing my clit and kissing my thighs. He finally makes his way to my love canal. I am wetter than the Pacific and the Atlantic by the time his tongue finds its way to my clit. I moan out in bliss as he slowly, sensually licks around my swollen clit. His tongue is so huge, welcoming, warm, he begins licking down the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top of my clit slowly, I want to cum, but I can’t not yet, not yet. He licks my pussy with such hunger. I try to close my legs, to stop him before I nut, but he forces them open and continues to voraciously eat my love. I have to stop. this isn’t right. I’m engaged. Anthony loves me, but his Mr. Mitchell’s tongue feels so fucking good. He speeds up his pace with his tongue doing a naughty dance on my clit but enters his middle finger inside of my soaking wet vagina. He fucks me vigorously while passionately sucking on my clit. He sucks on it as if it’s a sweet, succulent strawberry. I strive to sustain the ounce of sanity I have left while he finger fucks me and he lips suck me…My rationality and delusion vulgarly fight as my blood leaves my brain and migrates to my vagina. I have lost it..clearly lost it..this isn’t right. I think to myself..striving to keep from having an orgasm…I cant I cant..Anthony loves you,,,and with this one intruding thought I lose control of my mind..I explode all over his face like an erupting volcano. The room spins as I slowly gain control of my sanity again. Professor Mitchell comes up and resumes sucking on my breasts. I gasp as his boss penis enters my panting vagina. My love is surprised by his width. He fills me all the way up.. Something that hadn’t happened in over two years. I yell out in pain as he quickens his pace and begins to stroke me deeply..each time entering more of his boss dick into my drenching vagina. He goes quicker with deeper thrust while wildly sucking on my neck. Leaving hickeys on my chest, breast, and neck. He begins to moan as he pulls my curly mane. The room explodes with our sinful moans. Our lust evokes a toxic tune. Sinful and orgasmic. I fight another orgasm as he grabs my ass with both hands and wraps my legs around his waste. Slowly and violently pulling me toward him with each thrust. I call on Jesus again as I try to keep up the rhythm. I fight my nut but his dick is soo damn good. so big. It is perfect. I am certain is molded and shaped just for me. We thrust and fuck like two demented animals for less than two minutes before I lose my temporal sanity again and nut all over his manhood,. He smiles a devious grin. Throws me over, lifts my ass. He begins slowly fucking me from the back while palming my ass like it is a ripened piece of fruit. He speeds up his thrust giving me full penetration I yell out in ecstasy and Pain. He begins moaning and panting like a wild horse as I begin to throw my ass back at him. He groans, while fucking me harder and longer, pulling my hair, I feel his dick expand. “oh shit, damn this shit’s good” he groans with his sweat trickling down on my ass. I try not to nut again, but I can’t help it we orgasm in unison. Professor Mitchell nuts a healthy, warm, massive walnut inside of me. He falls over me panting, sweating and trying to catch his breath….
We lay in his bed like two exhausted warriors, as he holds me. I lay staring at my ring, wishing I hadn’t even worn it. Professor Mitchell turns my head toward him. Stares me in the eyes. “So what do we do from here?” he asks in his sexy, baritone voice “I don’t know…I assume I’m passing the class now” I say with a confident smile. Professor Mitchell laughs at my cleverness, and pulls the covers back. We prepare for round two. Did I mention I got an A in the class?
(
