The Professor And The Admirer - Sex Stories

The Professor And The Admirer

... his jeans, I notice he does not have anything on under them. He doesn't look at me, but gives me a wicked smile. His cock springs free, thick and hard. Taking him into my hand, I stroke him a few times, caressing his balls while I do. The heat that comes off him is like a hot summer day, it is so fucking sexy. I grip him just enough to slide his foreskin down, taking him into my mouth, I begin to work him all the way into my throat. Every so often, I come back up, slicking him with saliva, to give just enough wetness to suck him quickly, when the time is right. When I know he is good and ready, I move my hands, savoring his cock in my mouth. The feel of his foreskin is a new concept for me, but I like it. I begin to move quicker, my lips tight around him, as my tongue flicks along his shaft. He guides me with his hands, rolling his hips at the same time. He is neatly trimmer, so no bushy hair is tickling my nose, or getting caught in my throat. I deep throat him, holding him there. Steven moans out, shaking slightly, but holds my head down a little longer, I gulp in air the best I can, which ripples around his shaft. This causes him to curse, relishing in the moment of being quite literately being swallowed. I do it a few more times, driving him to the edge. Until his balls tighten, the head of his cock swells, and he fills my mouth with his seed. He comes hard, I gulp down all that I can and still manage to suck on him. He lifts his head for a moment, before tipping it ...

... back again. “Bloody hell, that made me dizzy as shit. What did you just do to me?” He takes a deep breath, trying to regain himself. “Worlds best blowjob,” offering him a cheeky answer. “I'd say. There are no words to how intense that was. I think it is time for you to get a reward.” Standing, he helps me up, as we walk to the massive bedroom. The bed is huge, much bigger than the one I have in my room downstairs. He lifts me up, helping me onto the bed. It is extremely comfortable, a bed I'd have a hard time getting out of, if I owned it. The pillows are goose feathered, the thread count on the sheets are magical. Steven helps pull my jeans and panties off, before pulling me to the edge of the bed. I watch him move to his knees, tapping on my legs, I lift them up. Tucking my hands under my knees. At first he brushes his lips along my thighs, his trimmed beard tickles along my flesh, sending goose bumps throughout my body. My nipples tighten into beads, my sex begins to throb slightly, my breathing hitching occasionally, anticipation for what is to come next. His tongue exploring me, like mine was with him not that long ago, I relish in his touch. Delicately he starts stroking his tongue over my clit. Long, luscious, loving strokes, again and again. Whimpering out in absolute need, I tremble with each passionate touch. My mind going hazy, feeling as though I'm drunk on ecstasy. Nuzzling his face further into my folds, his tongue begins to dance deep inside my sex. His nose, ...