The ti[M]e I [F]ucked one of my college students

A few years ago now, I was a post grad at university. I’d reached the stage where I had teaching responsibilities and was supervising a group of four students for a paper. We would meet every week for an hour or so, discussing their work. They were good, smart students and at 19 or so, only a few years younger than me. We worked hard, but our classes were fun, people bouncing ideas off one another and generally sharp conversation. Though one of them stood out.

Alice, let’s call her, always brought a slightly flirtatious edge to our sessions. Sometimes she’d steer the class discussion to sexual things. Sometimes she would tease me with saying shocking things. I was never quite sure whether it was in my head or not, but she also seemed to dress quite provocatively for our meet ups. Whilst the other three would be in typical student attire, she would often show a little more cleavage or leg than you might expect. However, like I said, I thought nothing of it.

Anyway, towards the end of the year, I invited the four of them round for drinks to celebrate finishing the course. The uni was quite liberal on things like that, and it was a nice thing to do for a group of students I liked.

This time, Alice really went to town with what she wore. She was a petite girl, barely over five feet and skinny, and that night she was determined to show off everything she had. She was in a tight black dress with a push up bra accentuating her cleavage and tiny waist, whilst she was wearing tall heels that brought her up to about 5’4. She’d clearly spent time styling her shoulder length blonde hair. Once again she was flirtatious, maybe even more so than usual – even sitting on my lap at one point. It was then I also realised she was wearing a pair of thigh high stockings.

Through the evening I took the cowards way out though – as a she was my student and a mistimed approach could mean serious trouble. Around 11pm the party fizzled out, and the students went off to a club while I made my excuses. Barely ten minutes later, my buzzer rang. It was Alice – she’d left her phone behind.

I buzzed her up, and she entered my living room. I could swear she made a show of bending over to retrieve her phone from beside the sofa, her dress taut around her pert buttocks. Clearly she thought she had to, because when she turned round she said “For fuck’s sake, are you never going to make a move?”

Before I could answer, she was kissing me. I kissed back, passionately as our tongues met. My desire finally unleashed, I grabbed at her hungrily, squeezing her bum and her tits as we made out. I helped her out of her dress, revealing her matching purple lace underwear.

I led her to the sofa where we continued to kiss. She unbuttoned my shirt and began kissing my chest, before sliding her hand to the front of my jeans. “Shall I suck you, sir?” she asked, and I didnt need to hear it a second time.

As soon as my trousers were open, she pushed down my boxers and took a hold of my hard cock. She licked it gently, starting from my balls to the top of my shaft, coating me in her saliva, moaning as she did. Then, well, she fucking devoured my cock. She was like a demon. Nothing like the innocent student I expected – she took me deep into her mouth and throat. She wasn’t so much bobbing as bouncing, her lips riding up and down my dick with fury. I laid back and enjoyed, exhorting her to continue as she sucked me feverishly. A few minutes of this treatment was all it took, and soon I exploded with ecstacy. It didn’t faze her, and she swallowed my load without missing a stroke.

After taking a few seconds to recover, I led her to the bedroom. Taking advantage of her tiny frame, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Climbing on top, I whipped her knickers off and began to kiss her cunt. She was perfectly shaved and utterly delicious.

I buried my head between her legs, thrusting my tongue inside her and lavishing attention on her clit. She removed her bra, and reaching up I grabbed her c cup breasts as I carried on licking her. Her hips bucked as she began to grind against me. Soon she was on the edge shouting encouragement as I circled her clit with my tongue, bringing her to climax. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up until I facing her, and hungrily licked her juices from her face. She then begged me to fuck her.

I pressed my body against her, and instantly slid inside. Her pussy was exquisitely tight around me. She wrapped her legs around me, high around my back so I could as deep as possible. I fucked her as hard as I could as she moved to meet my rhythm. Her fingers scratched into my back, and she shrieked as I pounded her. I grew rougher, biting at her neck and choking her a little. She loved each of this. Soon we were both overcome once more. We climaxed together, her loadly moaning my name and me frowning as I filled her with spurts of white, hot lust.

After that we collapsed onto each other, kissing tenderly for a while until she fell asleep.

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