The Professor's Assistant (complete scene)
Thanks to ShamelessPerv for being my Professor in this story. Looking forward to writing more with him. - K. ;)
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Her hand shook as she lifted the receiver from the cradle. “P…Professor Bradshaw’s o…office…” She could feel him grinning behind her, loving the way she tried to keep her voice steady while he gripped her hips and thrust harder into her.
He allowed himself a small smile as she struggled to maintain her composure on the phone. His graduate students knew--it was one of his hard and fast rules--never to call him during his blocked-off times, but he'd offered one a special phone consultation opportunity knowing full well she couldn't pass up the chance to ring him up that afternoon. Kat worked valiantly to parry his pupil's questions, but the ever-changing depth and rhythm of his thrusts had her off-balance.
She gripped the phone tighter. "O...OH! No, the Professor is not taking calls at th...this time." Kat had no idea that he had permitted this call to come during their private time. Still it wasn't beyond him to test her. He was always coming up with new and creative ways to push her limits. When she met him, she was just a shy co-ed fresh out of high school. Now, she was older and much more experienced in the ways of the world and in pleasure. Deeper inside her he thrust and to stifle a moan into the phone, she bit her lip and whimpered.
Briefly taking his hands off her hips, Bradshaw gave her a quick spank on her left cheek and allowed himself another smile as she gasped in shock... and pleasure. He'd struck just hard enough to bring up a flash of red on her smooth bronze skin, adding a new note to its soft glow. Her reaction inside was just as dramatic: as the electric jolt rippled through her, her muscles clenched him in a vise-like spasm. Kat jerked backward, instinct driving her to try and capture his entire length deeply inside her.
As she ground him deeper, Bradshaw reached across the desk, its usually neat stacks of essays and exams knocked askew by their coupling, and hit the button to activate the speakerphone. "Hi Michelle," he greeted his eager-beaver grad student, "sorry to keep you waiting. I'm in the middle of getting some things taken care of here, but if you'd still like to outline your research plan I'll be glad to listen and give you my feedback."
Having the speakerphone on made her task all the more difficult. Professor Bradshaw knew this. Michelle's voice was sensual and seductive. It was obvious what and who she wanted just by the tone of her voice. She gripped the desk tighter, her orgasm building at the thought of being caught any moment by the voice on the other end. Her back arched and her warm, wet sex squeezed him tightly with each contraction. Whimpers grew louder with each deep stroke. She turned her head to look back at him, to plead for more.
The longing in Kat's eyes made Bradshaw catch his breath. For a split second he longed to give in and pull her body completely against his and fill her agonizingly, deliciously tight wetness with his seed. The thought made him even harder, the head of his manhood swelling with each thrust. He looked down at their coupling, entranced by the way her swollen mound took him in greedily, clinging to him as his now quicker thrusts elicited barely contained moans and whimpers. It was a nonstop flash of colors, her dusky skin transitioning to the bright pink of her inner sex, spread by his olive flesh.
Michelle's voice, rich and warm, floated in the background. "The proposed sample size of 300 subjects in the six communities...," she went on, seemingly oblivious to what was happening on the other end of her conversation. Bradshaw's occasional comments gave no indication that he was anything other than a dutiful advisor: "Tell me more about how that will support your main point..." Meanwhile, he allowed his hands to slide forward along Kat's arched body, cupping her breasts underneath her now hopelessly wrinkled blouse, first gently pinching her diamond-hard nipples and then delicately raking his fingernails over them, then sliding his fingertips with the barest of pressure over the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on her back and sides.
She loved the way his skin looked against hers. It was one of the things that drew him to her. Kat could barely hear Michelle anymore. Her voice was irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. She kept her focus on him. Bradshaw's hands were pinching and squeezing her breasts and nipples, which were now very sensitive. She could feel the cool air on her back as he pushed up her blouse, her skirt still bunched up at her hips. Soon she knew she would give in. She wouldn't be able to hold her moans in for long. This was a bet that she couldn't win. The pleasure was too great. Her orgasm started to build as he thrust into her faster and harder than he had before. Her whimpers grew louder. Release was coming and she couldn't stop it. "Fuck! Yes!" she cried out, gripping the desk tightly while she pushed her hips back into him. She could hear Michelle gasp at the sound of her voice.
Kat's outburst put Bradshaw over the edge. He reached across his desk and flung the remaining papers and the phone onto the floor as he pressed the weight of his body against Kat, pinning her down against the hardwood as he savored the rush of skin-to-skin contact. Her back instinctively arched to meet him as he enfolded her, and she moaned loudly as he tightened his grip on her breasts and pinched her nipples.
Bradshaw traced the outlines of her shoulders with his tongue and lips, kissing and caressing her glowing skin. He savored her saltiness combined with her own womanly essence and ran his mouth up to her graceful neck, then gliding over the edge of her face to caress her ear, taking the lobe gently in his mouth before moving to her waiting lips.
As they looked into each others' eyes their lips met gently, then firmly as their mouths meshed and Kat's cries were only slightly muffled as she called out in ecstasy. As they made love to each other with their mouths Bradshaw felt her lower lips convulsing in their quest to extract their reward: the rich cream that would soon be rushing from his body into hers to cement their coupling.
She couldn't help but grin when she heard Michelle moan softly on the other end of the line. Kat pictured in her mind just what she might be doing while she listened to the sound of their climax. Her muscles tightened around the Professor's shaft as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. She arched her back. Her mind clouded by the sheer pleasure of it all, her body shaking, she cried out, "Oh Professor!" Feeling that he would soon let go and lose control, she rolled her hips and pushed back into him, meeting his hard thrusts.
The tingling in his balls, growing for so long, now gave way to a rush of heat as his orgasm took control of his body. "UhhhhhhAHHHHHHH! Yes!" he shouted as the first jet of cum shot deep into Kat's trembling body, her innermost muscles clamping involuntarily against the head of his cock to receive his tribute. He drove into her madly, pressing himself into her with seemingly bone-to-bone contact, then withdrawing his full length.
As he drew back, his cock sprung free. Kat's gleaming eyes, locked on him throughout, followed as another, and yet another spurt of cum shot from him, arching over them to land on her shining skin, the warm, milky liquid tracing a streaked line along her skin as it ran down the arch of her spine to settle at the small of her back. As the waves subsided, he lovingly rubbed himself against her quivering behind and thighs, emptying the remaining traces of his orgasm on her beautiful body. He shook the final drops from his head, a bead of his sperm dotting the pink and brown star of her other private place.
Turning her around, he pulled her down to him, cradling her in his lap as he fell into his chair. They kissed softly, and he smiled at his glowing student. Perpetually aroused by her passion, his fingertips began to idly trace her still-hard nipples, but he gathered his composure and spoke:
"Well then," he said with a grin, "same time tomorrow?"
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Her hand shook as she lifted the receiver from the cradle. “P…Professor Bradshaw’s o…office…” She could feel him grinning behind her, loving the way she tried to keep her voice steady while he gripped her hips and thrust harder into her.
He allowed himself a small smile as she struggled to maintain her composure on the phone. His graduate students knew--it was one of his hard and fast rules--never to call him during his blocked-off times, but he'd offered one a special phone consultation opportunity knowing full well she couldn't pass up the chance to ring him up that afternoon. Kat worked valiantly to parry his pupil's questions, but the ever-changing depth and rhythm of his thrusts had her off-balance.
She gripped the phone tighter. "O...OH! No, the Professor is not taking calls at th...this time." Kat had no idea that he had permitted this call to come during their private time. Still it wasn't beyond him to test her. He was always coming up with new and creative ways to push her limits. When she met him, she was just a shy co-ed fresh out of high school. Now, she was older and much more experienced in the ways of the world and in pleasure. Deeper inside her he thrust and to stifle a moan into the phone, she bit her lip and whimpered.
Briefly taking his hands off her hips, Bradshaw gave her a quick spank on her left cheek and allowed himself another smile as she gasped in shock... and pleasure. He'd struck just hard enough to bring up a flash of red on her smooth bronze skin, adding a new note to its soft glow. Her reaction inside was just as dramatic: as the electric jolt rippled through her, her muscles clenched him in a vise-like spasm. Kat jerked backward, instinct driving her to try and capture his entire length deeply inside her.
As she ground him deeper, Bradshaw reached across the desk, its usually neat stacks of essays and exams knocked askew by their coupling, and hit the button to activate the speakerphone. "Hi Michelle," he greeted his eager-beaver grad student, "sorry to keep you waiting. I'm in the middle of getting some things taken care of here, but if you'd still like to outline your research plan I'll be glad to listen and give you my feedback."
Having the speakerphone on made her task all the more difficult. Professor Bradshaw knew this. Michelle's voice was sensual and seductive. It was obvious what and who she wanted just by the tone of her voice. She gripped the desk tighter, her orgasm building at the thought of being caught any moment by the voice on the other end. Her back arched and her warm, wet sex squeezed him tightly with each contraction. Whimpers grew louder with each deep stroke. She turned her head to look back at him, to plead for more.
The longing in Kat's eyes made Bradshaw catch his breath. For a split second he longed to give in and pull her body completely against his and fill her agonizingly, deliciously tight wetness with his seed. The thought made him even harder, the head of his manhood swelling with each thrust. He looked down at their coupling, entranced by the way her swollen mound took him in greedily, clinging to him as his now quicker thrusts elicited barely contained moans and whimpers. It was a nonstop flash of colors, her dusky skin transitioning to the bright pink of her inner sex, spread by his olive flesh.
Michelle's voice, rich and warm, floated in the background. "The proposed sample size of 300 subjects in the six communities...," she went on, seemingly oblivious to what was happening on the other end of her conversation. Bradshaw's occasional comments gave no indication that he was anything other than a dutiful advisor: "Tell me more about how that will support your main point..." Meanwhile, he allowed his hands to slide forward along Kat's arched body, cupping her breasts underneath her now hopelessly wrinkled blouse, first gently pinching her diamond-hard nipples and then delicately raking his fingernails over them, then sliding his fingertips with the barest of pressure over the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on her back and sides.
She loved the way his skin looked against hers. It was one of the things that drew him to her. Kat could barely hear Michelle anymore. Her voice was irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. She kept her focus on him. Bradshaw's hands were pinching and squeezing her breasts and nipples, which were now very sensitive. She could feel the cool air on her back as he pushed up her blouse, her skirt still bunched up at her hips. Soon she knew she would give in. She wouldn't be able to hold her moans in for long. This was a bet that she couldn't win. The pleasure was too great. Her orgasm started to build as he thrust into her faster and harder than he had before. Her whimpers grew louder. Release was coming and she couldn't stop it. "Fuck! Yes!" she cried out, gripping the desk tightly while she pushed her hips back into him. She could hear Michelle gasp at the sound of her voice.
Kat's outburst put Bradshaw over the edge. He reached across his desk and flung the remaining papers and the phone onto the floor as he pressed the weight of his body against Kat, pinning her down against the hardwood as he savored the rush of skin-to-skin contact. Her back instinctively arched to meet him as he enfolded her, and she moaned loudly as he tightened his grip on her breasts and pinched her nipples.
Bradshaw traced the outlines of her shoulders with his tongue and lips, kissing and caressing her glowing skin. He savored her saltiness combined with her own womanly essence and ran his mouth up to her graceful neck, then gliding over the edge of her face to caress her ear, taking the lobe gently in his mouth before moving to her waiting lips.
As they looked into each others' eyes their lips met gently, then firmly as their mouths meshed and Kat's cries were only slightly muffled as she called out in ecstasy. As they made love to each other with their mouths Bradshaw felt her lower lips convulsing in their quest to extract their reward: the rich cream that would soon be rushing from his body into hers to cement their coupling.
She couldn't help but grin when she heard Michelle moan softly on the other end of the line. Kat pictured in her mind just what she might be doing while she listened to the sound of their climax. Her muscles tightened around the Professor's shaft as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. She arched her back. Her mind clouded by the sheer pleasure of it all, her body shaking, she cried out, "Oh Professor!" Feeling that he would soon let go and lose control, she rolled her hips and pushed back into him, meeting his hard thrusts.
The tingling in his balls, growing for so long, now gave way to a rush of heat as his orgasm took control of his body. "UhhhhhhAHHHHHHH! Yes!" he shouted as the first jet of cum shot deep into Kat's trembling body, her innermost muscles clamping involuntarily against the head of his cock to receive his tribute. He drove into her madly, pressing himself into her with seemingly bone-to-bone contact, then withdrawing his full length.
As he drew back, his cock sprung free. Kat's gleaming eyes, locked on him throughout, followed as another, and yet another spurt of cum shot from him, arching over them to land on her shining skin, the warm, milky liquid tracing a streaked line along her skin as it ran down the arch of her spine to settle at the small of her back. As the waves subsided, he lovingly rubbed himself against her quivering behind and thighs, emptying the remaining traces of his orgasm on her beautiful body. He shook the final drops from his head, a bead of his sperm dotting the pink and brown star of her other private place.
Turning her around, he pulled her down to him, cradling her in his lap as he fell into his chair. They kissed softly, and he smiled at his glowing student. Perpetually aroused by her passion, his fingertips began to idly trace her still-hard nipples, but he gathered his composure and spoke:
"Well then," he said with a grin, "same time tomorrow?"
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