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Professor Moore’s Last Time

He watched his semen ooze from her and pool on the desk. His gaze drifted over her belly and rested on her breasts as she raised herself to a sitting position and stared at his now-flaccid cock. Lifting her eyes to his, she gushed, “That was the most awesome orgasm I’ve ever had, Professor Moore.” “I enjoyed it too, Dear,” replied Alan Moore. He called all his female students “Dear,” because he couldn’t be bothered with remembering their names – especially after he’d fucked them. “I’m glad my friends talked me into doing you,” cooed “Dear” as she slid off the desk and gathered her clothes. “Can we do it again sometime?” “Perhaps. I have many students who need help with their grades. Clean up the mess you made on my desk.” She zipped up her shorts, scooped the creamy puddle from his desk, cocked her head to one side, and slowly sucked the evidence of their coupling from her fingers. Then she pulled on her tee shirt, grabbed her backpack, and pranced out of his office. After zipping up his own pants and straightening his shirt, Moore sank into his chair and began grading exams. He was startled by a knock at the door half an hour later. The woman standing in the doorway announced, “Professor Moore. My name is Annabelle.” Moore stared at her, trying to figure out why she looked familiar. She appeared to be somewhere in her forties and displayed a level of confidence that Moore found almost overpowering. Her 5’ 10” frame was topped by shoulder-length auburn hair. The freckles ...

... sprinkled over her face trailed down her neck and onto her chest, disappearing into the hollow between her breasts. Her slim waist flowed into a beautifully curved ass and hips. Between them and a pair of stiletto heels was the sexiest pair of legs he had ever fantasized about having wrapped around him. The entire package was encased in a dark green sundress with a deep neckline. “Come in,” he replied a little uncertainly. Annabelle stepped into his office, pausing long enough to shut and lock the door before striding to the chair in front of his desk. “Thank you for seeing me, Professor Moore,” she said, lowering herself into the chair. “I’m here because you’ve been fucking your students.” The erection he’d had since she walked in dropped faster than did Moore’s jaw. “I…who told…you must…I don’t…” he stammered helplessly. Annabelle watched with a smile as he floundered. “I’m not here about them per se…or to cause you any trouble with the university for that matter,” she finally said. Regaining some degree of composure, he demanded, “Well, then…what do you want from me? Why are you here? Who are you?” Annabelle rose and moved seductively around the desk; her swaying body mesmerizing him. When Moore finally looked into her eyes, he was struck nearly catatonic. “My real name is…well that doesn’t matter now. You won’t be talking anymore, and you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it anyway.” Taking his hand, she raised him from the chair and led him to the couch along the wall opposite ...