Office Hours (M/F) breast play

It’s 2:00 pm, just 45 minutes before my next class and despite already being on campus I have to make a quick stop by my dorm room before my favorite class. I know my roommate is out so it will just be a quick stop to change clothes.

I look at myself in the mirror and think about what I should wear , my curves are well hidden in my current blue flowy top hanging just below the waist of my white shorts. The few extra pounds from high school have finally fallen off , probably from all the running to class late. At 5’6″ and 133 lbs I have long slender legs and a flat stomach but no abs and most of my weight is clearly in my DD chest. Everyone is always surprised at how big my tits are because I hide them so well.. well at least when I want to. But for this next class I defintely don’t . I have been trying to catch the eyes of my professor and a few weeks ago I had a break through when I wore a low cut sundress that had more than enough of my cleavage showing while sitting dead center in the front row of professor Rowan’s history class . When he noticed my full sand tanned breast on display. I caught him staring throughout his lecture and I happily indulge him by leaning forward as if deeply enthralled in his subject matter. But actually just dreaming of him attacking my nipples with that sexy mouth of his.

Damnit Saba you are going to be late again.  you gotta pick something out and get moving, I thought to myself.  I quickly go over to my wardrobe and thumb through the clothes until I land on a navy blue polka dot mini cami dress with a tie front. This dress has a slight ruffle detail around the breast and all the way around to the back. The front tie causes a peep hole in the front where my tits come together creating the most tempting display of bulge at the tops of my boobs and an allure to see more through the peep hole where the defined cleavage line can be seen. I slipped into a matching blue VS thong and pair of strappy yellow sandals and gave myself a look over in the mirror. My long black curls fell over my right shoulder and just a slight cat eye with my makeup gave me the “exotic” look. I clearly look middle eastern but the lack of geographic knowledge in america leaves people stumped as to where I am from. Born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan I came to America for university just a couple of years ago. My looks help me stand out slightly from the crowd, in a good way.

I hopped off the university bus at 2:40 and hurried into the class just 5 min before it’s start. The class was an echo of conversations. Students standing, siting, just having a chat before class started. The room is quite large with history being a cross degree requirement, it seated a little over  100 students in an elevated stadium style auditorium. I spotted a seat in the front row and started to make my way down when professor Rowan looked up at me from his desk podium as I hit the second step. Something was different today , he didn’t look at way he just kept eye contact with me the entire time I walked down stairs. I was blushing and felt my pulse increase , I shifted between holding seductive eye contact with him while periodically looking down to make sure I didn’t miss a step.

He was dressed in his usual white button down shirt , sleeves rolled up and tucked into a pair of light blue slim chino pants that gave his bulge just the right amount of attention. If I had to guess he is a little over 6′-0″ with an athletic build , and ethnically  ambiguous. Dark short hair with light waves , hazel eyes and full lips. If I could just kiss him once I would be satisfied for weeks. Who am I kidding , I really want him to throw my pussy all over him.  He is either mixed or has non-euroopean descendants in his family , I could care less I just wanted him alone and in my clutches. if the way he was staring at me as I took my seat was any indication , then today might just be the day.

A 45 min lecture passed by with me staring at professor Rowan and not hearing a word. His arms were tightly fit in his shirt and I tried my best to keep my eyes above his waist but to no avail. As he taught the class he shot me a couple of looks, his eyes also struggling to meet mine but always gazing at my cleavage. But it wasn’t his fault , the dress I wore had my tits glistening under the auditorium lights rivaling even my best posed instagram bikini photo. Shuffling in the room brought me back to reality and the professors voice came back in to the focus , as he gave the students instructions about the upcoming quiz next week as they hurriedly exited through the various doors.

Now was my chance , professor Rowan was gathering his things from the desk when I approached him. ” Excuse me professor ?” He turned and his eyes immediately shot down to my breast and then back to my eyes as he caught himself gazing a little too long . Yes he stumbled .. I smiled seductively at him and said , ” I really want to make sure I am ready for next week’s quiz , do you think I could come by your office hours today to review some of the material ” … I held my gaze as I let the last word linger on my lips hinting that I wasn’t the least bit interested in any of the material but more interested in him bending me over his desk or any other piece of furniture that was in his office.

He stared back at me puzzled at first but it all seem to clarify in his head and he allowed his eyes to drop down once again at my breast. As he did. I looked down at my own cleavage and smiled, while looking back at him. Before he could respond I layered on one last request just so my intentions couldn’t be missed .. ” pleeaase if you could squeeze me in this afternoon, I promise I won’t take too much of your time , I just think having you look over my shoulder at my work would really be a big help” as I puckered my lips to form the word big I slid my eyes down his body and gave his package a stare that even a  blind man could have felt. As I brought my eyes back up to his face, he was practically drooling. He finally spoke up , with a slight shake in his voice , umm sure I can see you in about 30 min , I think I can help you get prepared to ace this quiz. We smiled at each other and you could feel the sexual tension building .. I reached out and ran my fingers from his right wrist down to the top of his hand, patted it slightly and said thank you , I’m looking forward to it. 

20 minutes later I was walking down the hall of his office building and despite wanting this to happen all semester I was nervous with butterflies in my stomach. They were a stark contrast to the seductress lioness I just played in class and the doubt was starting to creep into my mind. What if I read him wrong? What if he really thinks I need study help and I am just flirtatious? I am sure I am not the first girl to try to bat her eyes into a satisfying professor Rowan fuck.

At the door now , I mustered up the courage to not turn back now.  took a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly. “Come in” he called firmly.  I opened the door and there he was leaning up against his desk on the side closest to the door. Time seemed to slow down as I took in his masculinity. Standing there with either arm resting against the desk on each side while he slightly leaned against it. His dick was visibly hard through his pants and I knew then I had more than peaked his interest. As I was half way through the door he approached me , and closed the door locking it once I was inside. He turned and walked slowly around me as I looked over my shoulder. The silence was deafening and as more seconds passed by it felt like minutes. We stared at each other in silence and it was starting to get uncomfortable. I could feel my heart start racing. Was he going to expell me ? Turn me into the ethics board? .. I begin to speak stuttering, ” I ju juus”, but before I got a word out he had taken two swift steps towards me . In a singular motion he had wrapped his strong arms around me and pressed his lips against mine , I almost melted . Those plush lips were soft and sweet , the aroma of his smell was a balance of sweetness and a  dull spice that oozed masculine sexuality so much more than the axe body spray boys my age were practically bathing themselves in.

His tongue searched my mouth , exploring gently and firmly. It was a  formal introduction of our bodies requested through his tongue as we made out . I became lost in his touch , our lips and tongue were in a steadied pace , a waltz of sexual tension , not rushed or hurried but intentional. I could feel he had thought about this moment more than once and now he was finally indulging himself in me. His mouth moved to my cheek , up the left side of my neck , nibbled on my ear briefly before retracing a similar trail of kisses back to my mouth.  The passion was nothing I had experienced before. He was devouring me and in that moment I was powerless , his tongue swirled mine and I could not keep up , his experience was evident and I was helpless in his arms. He spun us around as he continued to feast on my lips and tongue. Picking up the pace slightly , he pressed his body closer pinning me up against the edge of his desk. I stumbled clumsily reaching my right hand back to stable my self.

He released my lips and moved back a few inches staring in my eyes , I was slightly out a breath looking back at him not moving an inch. He slid four fingers from each hand under the shoulder straps of my dress and bra . In on swift firm motion he yanked them both down , springing my breast free, I gasped panting in sexual desire and he just stared at me lustfully I was my nipples reached full erection and my chest rose and fell from the  breathing. He gazed in my eyes , and pinned my hands to the desk as he lowered his mouth towards my left nipple. Staring in my eyes the entire time he started to suckle my nipped and the flesh around it with a partially open mouth. His tongue licked flat upward and quicker to a pointed tip to flick my nipple, then he drug it slowly downward flipping my nipple firmly and slowly. He repeated this for minutes mixing in long sucks over my nipple and breast as wide as his mouth could reach. He  kept my hands pinned and assaulted my nipple while I squirmed in pleasure , squinting my eyes and my legs slightly trembling now. My pussy was soaked and didn’t know if I could take this much longer. He finally released my nipple moved backwards again and stared into my eyes. He moved his hands to my hips and hiked up my dress pulling my pain yes down to my ankles. As he lifted them over my heels he kissed my right calf.  He dropped them to the floor and widened my legs before raise back up to my chest. Exposing my pussy turned me on even more but he had no plans of touch it yet , he placed his hands back over my wrist while stared deeply into my eyes and slowly moved his head towards my right nipple. Long flat licks up , 1, 2, 3 … He licked me slow and firm like a cat grooming herself then he focused on my nipple and flicked rapidly , I moaned out loud and he seemed pleased to keep flicking at that place as it drove me crazy. Then an abrupt stop , I gasped to compose myself and he returned with a methodical sucking in and out of my nipple and the surrounding flesh around it. He fed it on like that for another minute until he seemed satisfied.

He stood up and positioned himself between my legs as I sat in the desk. I popped my leg on one of the chairs on front of the desk. He ran his hands in my hair and return to my mouth. Those lips , the kisses , his tongue exploring my mouth this time more familiar with my body. My nipples were pressing into his chest and our pace quickened as our desire heated the room.  He pulled back and quickly spun me around and me tits spilled all over his desk.

I heard a Zip I was bent over facing away from him and then then he entered my pissy from behind , the penetration alone almost made me cum ,from all the making out and nipple play.

His thick cock slid in to me deeply as he familiarized himself with my wetness. He adjusted his stance and the begin to pound me like I had never been pounds before.

Fwap fwap fwap , the sound echoed in the small office has the flesh of his pelvis met my ass cheeks with each thrust. I scream in extasy and my legs started to shake with my orgasm rising , he read the signals of preorgasm contractions and intuitively grabbed a fist full of hair with his right hand while his left hand reach around to pinch my nipple. I held a long moan and he quickened the pace of his thirsts while going deeper in my pussy and that’s all I could take. My orgasm exploded in unctrolled convulsions around his cock and he kept thrusting me deeply , but slower now matching the quivers of my pussy he moved his hands to my hips and with the next three deep pumps I could feel his hot cum shoot inside of me . It felt great , as I came down from my orgasm I could feel his hands running my ass as he pulled out he cupped my pussy rubbing the wetness all around my labia.

I stood up  ,.my breathing sturggling to return to normal as I pulled my dress down and position my bra and dress  top back over my tits. Professor Rowan was adjust his belt while looking at me grinning.  I walked over to him placing a hand on his chest , and looking up into those beautiful eyes. He said to me , ” I think you may need one more office hour session before next Tuesdays quiz to really make sure you are prepared. ”

I laughed in surprised … May be an oral review would be helpful , what do you think….  

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