ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #8 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #8

... noises, signalling he might be finishing very soon. Sam finally took his advice and removed her t-shirt and bra as she stroked him to completion, getting shot after shot of salty goo on her naked chest. Is was absolutely degrading, and now that her job was done, she wanted to leave. After hearing the door shut after a particularly boisterous male student, Sam tried to move, but Adams' legs were staying tight to block the way. "I said you needed to service me the whole time… so get back to work. I want to come at least two more times… if you think you are capable." If there was one thing that put Sam on edge, it was someone questioning her ability to do something, and for a few moments she didn't even think that he might be manipulating her and the awful position she was in. The next hour dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, hearing people drone and drone on while her legs were starting to get tired. She'd made him come again, and was getting close, she thought, to a third time, when his last appointment arrived at the office. It wasn't even until Sam really listened to her voice that she realized who he was talking to- Tori. Almost as if it was a reflex, Sam bashed her head on the top of the desk, and let out a pained noise. The Latina visitor's eyes went wide and she instantly knew what was going on here. "What the hell?!" she screamed, causing Sam to lurch forward, knocking Adams' chair back, revealing his naked lower half to the thin teen who stared for just a moment too long, and saw Sam's face, looking beyond awful and gross as it rose from under the desk. "Sam?!" "Tori, this isn't-" the blonde tried to say, but was cut off. "Don't…" Tori said, clearly fighting being sick. She began backing out of the room as Sam grabbed her shirt and bra and dressed so she could follow Tori and finally talk to her, and to tell her of what was going on with Adams. If she could catch her.