No Panties [MF] [oral]

She dressed carefully that day. A cute blue dress that hugged her curves fitted over a white push up bra and matching panties. She slipped her pedicured feed into her favorite heels – they showed off her floral foot tattoo – and grabbed her book bag and purse. She was going to meet with Professor Walker.

Professor Walker was a striking, older professor of roughly 40 years old. He taught music composition and history as well as private bass lessons. She’d had a free elective and had loved her music history course with him last semester. She had no real interest in learning to play bass but figured it couldn’t hurt and more time with the professor definitely wouldn’t hurt. She hustled across campus to make it on time and showed up slightly out of breath. The door was closed but she could hear papers shuffling inside. She knocked.

A muffled voice from inside the room called, “Come in!”

Elizabeth opened the door slowly and peeked her head in. “Professor Walker?”
Professor Andrew Walker looked up sharply, over his small-framed glasses. “Elizabeth,” he frowned. “Weren’t we scheduled for 3pm?”
“It’s 3:02pm, Professor, I was nearly late.” Elizabeth apologized. The professor beckoned her in with a smile and a wave. Clearly, she was not to worry about her near-lateness. Elizabeth stepped inside fully and placed her book bag and purse by the door on a brown folding chair. Professor Walker pulled one of two chairs for her by a music stand and bass. Elizabeth quickly joined him. As she sat down she noticed their knees were nearly touching. Professor Walker clearly had not noticed when he asked her to pick up the bass and showed her how to hold it properly. Zips and zings of energy flowed through her arms and made her hair prickle as he grasped her fingers to show her the placement of each finger in the most basic form. Her mouth was dry and she could smell his cologne. This had been a terrible idea.

Professor Walker could tell Elizabeth was not paying attention. She was a brilliant girl in his opinion but he had no idea why she was taking private lessons with him. But lessons were lessons, far be it from him to turn her down. She brushed her knee against his as he was showing her the proper finger positions. The lesson ran on for 45 minutes and it was clear that Elizabeth had no head for the bass. She had played flute as a child and the difference in the bass clef and treble clef were like two different languages. Professor Walker was considering convincing her to take another elective – perhaps painting, or creative writing.

As Elizabeth was picking up her bag, somewhat dejectedly (the poor girl had to know she’d done abysmally), Professor Walker saw her square her shoulders in what he assumed to be determination. She dropped her bag and bent slowly to pick it up. He watched her and saw that her skirt was riding high, higher… he looked away. Elizabeth walked slowly to his desk, bag in hand. The top of her dress was bared to show her delicate white bra. Professor Walker determinedly looked straight into her face. “Elizabeth,” he said kindly. “What are you doing?”

“Professor, I did not take this class to play bass but to spend more time with you. I think I will need extra help though – do you have another free period now?”
“I, I… Elizabeth?” Elizabeth was taking off her dress, slipping it slowly over her shoulders, pushing it past her belly and hips. She was everything he craved – curious, curvaceous, and right in front of him. He could lose his job if someone walked in right now, but he might be willing to risk it. She stood in front of him, lovely huge breasts hanging, waiting for his caress as she took off her bra. Her hips were wide and so sexy, he could barely keep his hands from twitching. He stood, slowly, and removed his glasses. Setting the glasses down he looked into her face and asked, “Do you know what you are doing?”
“Yes professor, I’m a grown adult woman who is attracted to a grown adult man. Please don’t turn me away.” She sounded assured of herself but there was a tremble in her voice. Had she been coy, or too poised, or overly confident he would have had the strength to say no, but her gentle innocence called to him, he could not say no. He walked to the door and Elizabeth gasped, hands rushing to cover herself. And yet, he heard her sigh as he locked the door. He turned around and stared at her. She flushed from stomach to forehead as he looked at her. He walked toward her, gripping her shoulders and spun her around to face his desk. “Professor Walker?” she asked.

He said nothing, but gently brushed her hair over one shoulder. His hands stroked her arms as he leaned in and kissed her behind her ear – she shivered. He knelt and kissed a line down her back as she placed her hands on his desk and leaned forward. He put his thumbs under her panties and stroked her behind while he licked the line of her spine. He could smell her arousal and it was driving him wild. Ever so gently he peeled her delicate, lacy panties away from her, down her legs, to pool at her feet. He allowed her to step out of them before he gripped her hips and spun her around again. He pushed at her hips to have her sit on the edge of his desk. He smiled at her gasp that it was cold – the desk was metal and he was sure she was right.

Professor Walker leaned up and, staring at her, suckled at her breast. Elizabeth moaned and her hands went to his short cropped hair. He reached up and forced her hands back to the desk, “No.” She swallowed her next words as he moved to the other breast, tonguing it gently. He pressed her legs apart, nearly unseating her. He stood and pushed her further back on the desk, hand at her chest. She laid down with a nearly imperceptible tremble. He paused, giving her ample time to move away. She smiled at him. He knelt down again, knees starting to ache on the cold tile floor. Nothing had ever been so worth it. He raised her feet to the edge of the desk so that her legs were spread and her pussy was wide open for his view. His breath was coming quickly now, and he could see her stomach moving up and down with the force of her breathing.

With one finger, Professor Walker gently traced her puffy outer labia, cleanly shaven for him this afternoon. She gasped and gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, her toes curled under. He leaned in and breathed lightly on her clit, just enough to tickle it. He could almost taste her at this point and his cock was rock hard in his tight black jeans. With both thumbs he spread her lips and licked her from asshole to the tip of her clit. Again and again he tongued her, slowly and deliberately, not changing pace or form with her writhing. “Elizabeth, you must be quiet.” Elizabeth had started moaning and she quickly stuffed a fist in her mouth.

Professor Walker then did something entirely unexpected – he leaned in and started sucking on her clit. Elizabeth’s hips rocked and he held her down, thighs around his ears as he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her clit. With one hand he held her lips open while the other stretched her pussy with one finger, in and out slowly. He curled the finger up and stroked her gspot in tandem with sucking her clit and he thought she was trying to jump off the desk. Her whimpers were soft but continuous. He continued to lick and suck and taste her sweetness until Elizabeth couldn’t take anymore and she exploded, panting heavily, her feet now on his shoulders. There was a pool of wetness beneath her on his desk. He stood and, panting heavily, stepped away.

Elizabeth sat up, groggy and confused about what had just happened. No one had ever, ever done anything to her like that before. She wasn’t sure she could walk. She wasn’t sure she could talk for that matter. She looked up at him, dazed. He smiled, this beautiful naked girl had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. He leaned down and grabbed her panties, placing one foot in then the other and pulling them up. He handed Elizabeth her bra and waited. She put it on slowly struggling with each of the four clasps. He then raised her arms and slid the dress over her form, it fit snugly, accentuating every curve. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her up off the desk again. She smiled.

She walked, slowly and unsteadily, to her bags and bent to pick them up. When she could not open the door, she stared at it as though it was broken. He laughed and walked up behind her to unlock it. As he stood behind her, he whispered in her ear, “Elizabeth?” She looked back at him wondering what he could possibly say after that.

“No panties next time.”

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