Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“You’re a maniac,” she whispers, but I can see how her pussy glistens with arousal already. It’s perfect—she’s as bald as a baby, flushed pink, the inner lips glistening with slick. I can smell her arousal, sharp and sweet, and for a second, I just stare, awed.
“Take your top off too,” I say, and my voice is rougher than I intend. “Fuck, I have to see you, Simone.”
She glares, but then smiles sweetly—fuck, it’s radiant—and peels her t-shirt off, exposing those impossible tits, round and heavy, nipples hard as diamonds.
“Now you,” she says, gesturing at my shirt. I strip, and she makes a show of walking over to me before putting both feet on either side of my head. Then, slowly, she squats towards my face. I watch like a man entranced as her glistening kitty comes closer and closer to my mouth, the fragrant essence of her femininity making me hard as iron.
“Oh my god,” she moans in anticipation.
I grip her hips, guiding her down until her cunt is inches from my mouth. I flick my tongue, slow and lazy, over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then up the crease, inhaling the scent of her. She shivers, clutching my hair in both fists, steadying herself.
“Oh my god,” she moans again.
When I finally lick her, it’s a shock—I hear her gasp, then bite back a groan. I suck her clit, gentle at first, then harder, letting my tongue play over the nub until her hips are rocking, chasing every movement. She tries to stay quiet, but she can’t; the whimpers leak out in a stream.
“Unnnh!” she cries out, throwing her head back as she cups her big breasts. “This feels so good!”
I flatten my tongue, broad and wet, and drag it from her entrance to her clit, again and again, until she’s writhing. I want to devour her, erase every bad thing I said and replace it with the memory of this—her, bare and glorious, riding my face in the middle of the work day.
“Fuck, Professor,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”
I slip two fingers inside, curling them just right. Her walls clamp down, hot and desperate. She bucks, the rhythm wild, and it’s all I can do to hold her steady.
Then I pull my fingers out and drop my head a bit to lick at the tight star of her asshole.
“Oh my god!” she squeals. “That’s dirty!”
“It’s not dirty,” I mumble as I lap at her asshole. “If Daddy wants you to come with my tongue in your asshole, then that’s what you’re going to do, my little buttslut. You got that?”
Simone should be shocked by my dirty words, but at this point, she’s too far gone.
“Yes, Daddy!” she cries. “It feels so good when you lick my butthole! Mmmm!”
She starts to break. I feel it in the tremor of her thighs, the sharp, high noises she can’t suppress. I keep my mouth tight to her, tongue moving in rapid, relentless circles, and when she comes, it’s not like before—she screams, loud, and I think for a second the whole building must hear.
Her pussy floods my face, and I realize, with pride and awe, that my baby just squirted for me for the first time. The mess is obscene, a torrent of sweet, musky slick that coats my cheeks, my chin, my chest, but I fucking love it. I lap at her, swallowing it, worshipping her the way she deserves.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan before lapping at her asshole again. “You taste so good. My horny little girl is so creamy that she fucking floods every time I kiss her pussy.”
Simone’s wailing as she shudders, her hands braced on the floor as she comes again and again on my face. I kiss and lap at her pussy through the climax, worshipping this beautiful girl. With one last thrust of my tongue into her asshole, she collapses, shivering, onto my mouth, and I lick her gently until the aftershocks subside.
But we’re not alone.
There’s a knock, timid at first, then louder.
“Professor Thomas?” comes a voice, maybe a student, maybe the admin assistant. “Are you in there?”
Simone freezes, terror in her eyes. I motion for silence, and she clamps both hands over her mouth, panting through her fingers.
“I’ll be done in a minute!” I shout, trying to sound casual, though my face is still slick with her orgasm.
There’s a pause, then footsteps recede down the hall.
We wait, not moving, not even breathing.
After a long minute, Simone uncovers her mouth, giggling quietly. “You’re insane.”
“You love it,” I whisper, pulling her down for a kiss.
She tastes herself on my tongue and grins, wicked and triumphant.
“You’re damn right I do.”
We quickly get up and dress in silence, laughing at the disaster we’ve made of my office. There’s a wet spot on the rug, a pair of panties jammed in the wastebasket, and my pants are hopelessly creased. I watch her pull her skirt down, smooth it over her hips, the blush still hot on her cheeks.