The Professor And The Admirer - Sex Stories

The Professor And The Admirer

... perfectly fitting to his face, now begins to bless me with alluring need against my clit. Somewhere along the way, my hands find my breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling at my nipples. It adds to my need for this man, who is devouring my pussy like no man before him. The British clearly know how to give an outstanding tongue fucking. My hips gradually begin to move with his pace, heightening my need, closer to my climax, until it all rushes forward and I feel my whole body reach it's peak. Wave after wave of delightful, breath taking desire is released. I drop my legs on either side of him, his tongue begins to do it's long laps over me once more. Swirling gently around my clit, and down again. Sucking on my tender lips, tasting my warm juices. He stands, but as he does, he draws my legs up and over his shoulders. They feel weak still, but I keep them there. I can feel the hardness of his excitement press right against my sex. “Do you want more?” His cock prods my pussy, as if he is moments away from taking me no matter what. “Oh, I do, I really do. Please.” My body responds with my words, I move my hips into him, urging him to take me. “As you wish, M'lady.” With one hard thrust, he slams into me with all he has, making me cry out. He eases out, but slams back in just as hard as the first time. Repeating this, the slow tantalizing movement as he pulls out, the sensational feeling of the intense slamming as he rockets back inside me. I move to his pace, feeling my bum ...

... hanging off the edge of the bed now. He holds hips, moving faster inside me. His movements are libidinous. Grunting with moans as he thrusts his powerful hips into me. The sharp slap of his balls hitting my backside only adding satisfaction to all that is happening. Leaning down, with my legs still over his shoulders, I'm pinned beneath his weight, so he can kiss me, long and hard. His sweet lips on mine, I suckle his tongue into my mouth. Though still intense, his thrusts aren't as fast, but deep. Bottoming out with skillful desire. My own fingers curl into his hair, holding him there, letting the buildup slowly intensify. Every so often a whimpering moan escapes my lips, shaking in satisfaction. My toes curl, gratification growing higher with each passing second. “I'm close, don't stop. Oh God!” I say as I release the kiss, but quickly pull him back into another deep tongue wrestling match. He quickens his pace just slightly, not too much to change what seems to be working for me. It helps though, I grow nearer, feeling the tell-tale sign of my impending orgasm. And with that, I feel an even powerful orgasm than before erupt from within me. I feel him moan into my mouth, feeling my walls tighten around him. He now moves quicker, swelling inside me. Pounding harder, taking me deeper. Steven's own release comes forth. I feel his cock stiffen, his body tighten, the spill of his seed fill me completely. His pace is changes with each second, slowly down, but not stopping. His head ...