No Panties 2 [mf] [oral] [piv]

Elizabeth walked home in a daze, completely bereft of thought or direction. It took her over an hour to walk a twenty minute distance. Once she finally managed to unlock her door she slumped onto her bed, bags hitting the floor in a pile. She smiled to herself… her next lesson would be even better than the last.

The next week passed in fits and starts. At times it seemed to fly by, at others it went at a snail’s pace. Finally, it was the day of her next lesson. She dressed carefully, this time wearing a red push up bra under a tight white blouse and denim mini skirt and of course, no panties. She zipped up an oversized grey hoodie, nearly as long as her skirt, to hide her outfit. She liked the idea of a sexy reveal for Professor Walker.

She arrived at his office, again out of breath. This time not due to running late but running, literally, to arrive early. She couldn’t wait for her next bass lesson. Elizabeth was so early the last lesson hadn’t finished – she could hear the low notes and muffled conversation through the door. Her foot tapped with the stutter of an impatient soul. Eventually the chairs screeched across the tile floor and she stood back, smile on her face, as the door opened. Professor Walker was giving instruction to the pimply young man in front of her. He had his back to the door and was telling him to practice his fingering over the next week. She couldn’t wait to tell him how she’d been practicing some fingering of her own.

The boy smiled at her and walked away writing down notes from his lesson. The door had nearly closed behind him when she grabbed it and slipped inside. Professor Walker hadn’t noticed her entrance and she closed and locked the door behind her. As the lock clicked, he stilled, clearly understanding who had joined him. Elizabeth set her purse on the floor and unzipped the hoodie, taking it off slowly. Professor Walker hadn’t moved and she smiled. Elizabeth walked up behind him and slid her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Her dreams had made much of the hesitance of last week fall away. How could she hesitate at the pleasure he had given her the last time

Professor Walker turned in her arms and pushed her away slightly. Elizabeth frowned at her now empty arms, then looked up at his gasp. He had noticed her outfit. She smiled. She opened her mouth to speak and he placed a finger over her lips. She was to be quiet, as he was. He moved her over to the desk, newly tidy and cleaned off. She giggled at the reason – clearly he had prepped for her arrival. He sat her on the desk and reached between her legs, immediately she was startled, aroused, and wet at the same time. His finger brushed her pussy lips and he smiled. “Good.”

Andrew Walker had been having the worst, best sex dreams of his life for the last week. He had only forty-five minutes to fit them into this week. He would do his very best. This woman would break him if she showed up in anything skimpier next week. Her breasts were hanging out of her blouse and her skirt was so short it could nearly pass for a belt. He tore off his shirt and she gasped – he only smiled at her. While he was a musician he also spent a lot of time at the gym. He was not overly muscular but was well toned and, he knew, attractive. He stripped her of her shirt and bra in no time while she stared at his chest. She had not seen him naked last week, that was about to change.

Elizabeth was glad Professor Walker wanted her to be quiet for she had no words. He was so hot she couldn’t think straight. She allowed him to remove her shirt and bra without protest and sat on the desk, his willing servant. He leaned in and kissed her ears trailing small, quick kisses from her ear to her collar bone. Her head leaned back to allow him access. She could smell her own arousal and, slightly embarrassed, tried to close her legs. Professor Walker stood her up and unbuttoned her skirt, unzipping it slowly. He allowed her to push it past her hips and pool on the floor. Elizabeth gasped as he spun her around and bent her over the desk, nervous that he was about to just enter her with the hard cock she could feel through his jeans.

Professor Walker ground his hips against her ass for a few minutes, hands stroking her back, asking her to relax silently. As she lost the tenseness in her shoulders, he continued to grind his cock against her thigh and ass. He knelt, his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks slowly. And as his knees reached the floor, Andrew forced his tongue into her asshole. She jerked, “Oh my god, Professor Walker!” He slapped her ass, punishment for speaking, and continued to tongue her. One finger circling her clit as he tongue fucked her asshole, he moaned so softly, having wanted this for a torturously slow week. He did this for what felt like glorious hours, one hand holding her hips in place, the other tweaking her clit. Eventually, he stood again, face wet – soaked with her juice and his own ravenous hunger. He stood her up gently and stared into her beautiful eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his black jeans.

She gasped for a second time as she watched his cock, a true man’s cock, spring forth from his jeans. He had worn no underwear today either. She immediately dropped to her knees and began to worship him. Her fingers caressed and fondled his balls while she worked his stiff, hot cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled against the tip of his cock and he moaned as she gagged on him, taking him ever so slightly too deep into her mouth. He put his fingers in her hair, not holding her in place, but caressing her head and ears. She loved it. She took the cock from her mouth, dripping with saliva and started stroking with one hand while she sucked his balls into her mouth, one, then the other. Back and forth she sucked on his balls before holding them both gently in her mouth.

At that, he gently disengaged her and pulled her up again. He laid her down across desk again and spread her legs, his cock aching to be inside her. He stroked her pussy lips with the tip of his cock, up and down, circling her clit. Her hips rocked trying to get him inside her. Staring at her, he slowly, achingly slowly, pushed into her tight, wet pussy.

Elizabeth gripped the sides of the desk and whimpered in aching need for this man. She raised her feet and gripped her knees, holding herself wide for him as he entered her. The feeling of his hot, rock hard cock inside her was making her light headed. She had imagined this over and over again throughout the week but was never fully sure it would happen today. He started moving his hips, back and forth, each time bringing more of his cock inside her.

Andrew was sweating trying to hold on. This was the best sex he’d ever had. Finally he was fully inside her. He started fucking her slowly, knowing he was driving her crazy, driving himself crazy. He picked up speed but the desk started to move across the tile and make distinctive, obvious noises. He backed up, bereft at his cock leaving her pussy and pulled her up. He pushed her against the nearby wall and spread her legs, fully filling her again immediately. She cried out and her forced a hand over her mouth, the other hand between her breast and the wall. He fucked her hard and fast, entering her again and again.

Elizabeth regretted crying out but could not help it. She was so close to cumming, so ready, so full of him that she had goosebumps on her skin. She opened her mouth and as his hand was falling away she quickly sucked his fingers into her mouth – she needed something there to keep her quiet.

Andrew could not take any more, he reached around her beautiful, curvy hips and touched her clit. He felt her pussy immediately clamp down over him as she moaned on his fingers. He meant to pull out but there wasn’t time, he came inside her, pulsing, hot, cum filling her, overflowing down her legs. He pulled out but rested his forehead against her shoulder, panting. And then, the unimaginable happened.

Someone knocked at the door.

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