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Desire

Can one desire too much of a good thing? -Rosalind to Orlando

He holds the door open for me as I walk into his office, his hand brushing across my shoulder and down to my lower back. I feel the details of his hand through the thin, polka dot fabric. Professor Fox is always so polite and courteous to me. Half the time I wonder if he notices me since I don't sit in the front of the room with the others. Right now, it feels like he does.

As I enter his office, I notice he's moved some things around and added a loveseat.

"Do you like it?" he asks, "Go ahead and try it out." I sit down to one side, its suede fabric brushes the back of my thigh as my skirt rides up a little. It's warm from the sunlight and I feels good on my bare legs. I sink in. Professor Fox takes a seat on the edge of his desk. "It's nice." I say.

"I really appreciated your participation in class today" he compliments, "your incite into the underlying concept of the piece were highly acute." I thank him; less for the compliment and more for the way he looked directly into my eyes as he said it.

A small, awkward silence passes as our eyes lock. Professor Fox breaks it.

"Oh, I found this book you might like" he says, rising from his desk and looking toward the tall bookshelf next to the loveseat. He moves towards me and my heart starts to race as he approaches. "I think it is a very touching story. Also, the interaction between and development of the characters has a smooth and natural flow."

Professor Fox leans over the edge of the couch where I'm sitting to reach for the book. It's so near the end of his reach that his gray slacks pull taught, giving me a full view of his firm ass. I feel something come over me that I can neither control nor explain. I want to touch him; feel him in my hands. While he struggles to grasp the book, I stealthfully place my open hand an inch away from his ass as if to caress it. I feel the warmth, but dare not touch him.

"Got it!" he exclaims, as I pull my hand back to my lap sharply and smile in attempt to cover up my nervousness. Professor Fox thumbs through a couple of chapters as he stands facing me now. He's in such deep exploration and explanation of what graces its worn pages that he takes no notice of the fact my eyes are locked onto the bulge in his pants.

"I think you're really going to enjoy the way this makes you feel" he says as I imagine loosening his belt. "I hope it will touch you in a special way." A shiver runs from my stomach to my clit and I let out a deep, but quiet breath.

He closes the book and hands it to me. I place it next to me on the couch and thank him. "Now, Sarah, what is it you wanted to see me about?"

I freeze. Another awkward silence, but it's all on me this time. My mouth is open, yet I make no sound. I look down at my knees as I toy with one of the pearls on my necklace, my view becoming narrower by the second. Just as I start to think Professor Fox is going to ask me to leave, I feel his fingers under my chin. He lifts my head and I look up into his eyes. The blue tone of his shirt brings them out even more than usual.

"It's alright, Sarah" he assures me, "It's been a long day." As he says this, my hand finds its way to his thigh. My fingers rest lightly on his pant leg and I feel his warm skin through it. I slide them up until they reach his belt buckle and hang there for a moment. All the while, Professor Fox's hand is still under my chin. It's his turn to freeze and the look on his face changes. What was once a vibrant look of assuredness has turned a light shade of lust.

My other hand joins the first and begins unbuckling his belt. Next goes the button. Finally the zipper. Professor Fox places both of his hands on the sides of my head and asks, "Sarah, what are you doing?" With a firm tug on his pants and boxers, they fall to the floor. "Something I've wanted to do for a long time, Professor." The words roll off my tongue without hesitation.

I lean in to him and open my mouth, welcoming the velvety head of the Professor's cock on my moist, red lips. My outstretched tongue teases the very tip. Looking up into his pretty, blue eyes, I smile as I take his cock deep into my eager mouth. It's flacid at first, but quickly grows hard in the wet embrace. I reach one hand around and finally grab that ass I wanted to touch so badly as my other hand cups and strokes his balls. Professor Fox begins to moan, my name dripping off his tongue with every other stroke of my mouth.

He runs his fingers through my hair as I make love to his dick. He doesn't pull me in, instead allows me to stroke him with my mouth. As my saliva coats his hard shaft, I feel him pulse. His precum begins to drip into my throat as he begins to lightly thrust his cock in and out. My hands twist around him as my mouth furiously maturbates him.

"Sarah," the Professor says with lust in his voice, "I want to lick you."

I take his hand and walk him over to the couch. Sitting down, I lie back as he places his hands on my knees and pulls my legs open; I don't offer any resistance. Softly kissing up my succulent thighs, he lifts my skirt and pulls my panties aside, revealing my glistening lips that beg for his attention. Opening my pretty, shaved slit with two fingers, his tongue makes circles around my eager pussy. He pulls back the hood surrounding my hot, pink clit and presses his tongue onto it. Teasing it. His tongue slips into my hot hole a few times and then licks back up to my clit.

"Mmmmmuhhh!" I groan as he slides his fingers in. "Ooo, yeah, lick my pussy, baby...uhhhh!"

I squirm and pull his head in closer as he sucks me into his lips. Unzipping my dress and exposing my pert nipples, I grind my hips into his face as he sucks hard; his tongue still teasing the tip of my clit. Writhing in ecstasy, I smear my cream all over his mouth. His tongue now darting in and out of my cunt as I moan, "Oh, God...I want to be fucked, Professor! I need you to fuck my pussy!"

With my pussy, dripping uncontrolably and his cock throbbing hard, we both know this is it. It's going to happen.

Professor Fox pulls my panties off and kneels between my legs and rubs the head of his hard dick between my smooth, silky lips. Reaching down, I grab hold of him. I press his cock head onto my moist hole and hold it there for a moment. "I've wanted this for a long time." I growl.

We smile at each other as Professor Fox pushes forward slightly so that just the warm, plump tip of his cock enters me. I can hear the sweet wetness as I swirl the head of his cock around the inside of my pussy. Pulling on his cock with one hand and sinking the finger tips of the other into Professor Fox's ass, I pull him closer; my pussy swallowing his cock an inch at a time.

"Mmmmm...Fuck me, Professor! Fuck me!" I command. We both watch as he buries his cock deep inside me over and over. I gasp as he fills my juicy cunt with his dick; my cream flowing around it, generously lubricating it with every thrust. I grip the couch as he drives it deep. Plunging his cock hard into my pussy and then fully out again, he makes each stroke feel like it's the first time.

My head falls back on the couch as he has his way with me. I love the way he makes me feel; I love how he feels inside me. Finally, after all this time, Professor Fox is making love to me, and me to him.

He pulls on one of my nipples while his other hand is busy rubbing my clit with firm strokes. Rubbing it low and steady as his cock pounds me faster. It's too much; I have to cum. I have to cum all over this beautiful man.

"Fuck, Professor!"

"Ohhhh, Sarah! Yes! I want you to cum!"

Professor Fox feels my pussy tighten around his cock with each pulse of my growing orgasm. "Oh, Professor, you feel so fucking good pounding in and out of me!" I moan as my juices flow out onto his balls. My pussy drips its sweet cream onto his new loveseat as I begin to cum hard.

"Uhhhh, yes! Fuck my pussy!"

Professor Fox can't take it anymore. My orgasm is so intense and my pussy grinds into his throbbing cock so hard that his balls tighten and he starts to cum. He pulls his cock out of me and squirts his cum onto my pussy. It drips down to my open hole and some slips inside. My orgasm continues as I rub his hot cream all over my swollen lips.

Professor Fox buries his cock back in my creamy pussy and collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. I kiss the side of his face as he strokes my hair and kisses my neck; his cock still inside me. We lay there a while--not moving, not saying anything, just smiling and enjoying our new secret.