Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress - Sex Stories

Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... she does so. She shrugs off the purple jacket, revealing her red, lacy bra, and begins to squeeze her own hefty breasts. Next she unclasps her bra from behind but doesn't take it off; rather, she holds it by the cups to her chest. She looks at me with a mischievous smile, her face slightly tilted to one side. Anticipation wracks my body and I thrill with impatience. Ms. York suddenly flings her bra aside; placing my hot, solid member between those creamy globes, she then proceeds to give me a long breast-fuck. The feeling of her warm tits enveloping my stiff prick, that delicious friction of her soft, pale skin against my hard spear created by the constant up and down movement—it all overwhelms my senses. My legs tremble and I throw my head back and let out a breathless gasp. Ms. York is still on her knees, pressing the supple spheres of her tits together, enfolding my rigid phallus even tighter. With my cock mashed between her warm cleavage, Ms. York jerks her chest up and down, her shoulders rising and falling as she continues her expert breast-fuck. Pre-cum swiftly bubbles out of my piss-slit; it runs down the valley of Ms. York's tits, streaking down the firm, rich flesh of her abdomen in quick zig-zags before disappearing into her bellybutton. This minor detail mesmerizes me. Ms. York gets to her feet and wraps one arm around my neck while we lean in to kiss; her other hand is busy stroking my dick. As our lips connect I slide my right hand under the snug waistline of ...

... her purple skirt; my palm slips into her panties and finds her slippery burrow. The beautiful professor lets out a long sigh as I work my fingers in and out of her dripping slit. She stands on her tip-toes and rocks her body back and forth with her left arm wrapped tightly around my neck while we kiss. Then, removing my soaked digits, I hold them to her mouth. Ms. York shakes her head in disgust, her golden curls swishing with the movement. But I press my fingers more forcibly to her lips and she licks them with reluctance. Soon she's eagerly lathing her tongue around my digits, at one point taking three of them into her mouth and sucking on them hard. I ask if she likes the taste of her own juices and she nods. At last the moment comes: I strip Professor York down to the nude. She sits atop my dick, holding it by the middle and rubbing its mushroom-head across her glistening cunt. I'm lying on my back on her desk, staring up at the golden curls framing her nether-lips as my cock brushes her pink folds. Ms. York slides down my length with a little cry as I feel her warm,drooling cunt grab tightly at my pillar of flesh. We both groan with arousal. But looking up into the professor's face I can see it creased with pain, her eyebrows twitching and her pink mouth open and panting with unfulfilled desire. And so she begins gyrating her hips round and round, slowly at first then quicker and with greater urgency, forcing my rigid erection to describe circles inside her hot, oozing ...