His grin felt like the first sip of a glass of champagne, light and sweet. I let my tongue explore his lips for a moment and felt the tension in his body increase. His cock seemed to pulse in approval between my legs as my tongue danced with his. His arms wrapped around my waist and I could feel the strength there.
“Hang on.” He breathed without fully removing his mouth from mine. I did as I was told and gripped his shoulders as he rose from the chair with his hands firmly on my ass. My legs encircled his waist and I felt the cool chill of his desk beneath me as he placed me atop his work space. Whatever he had been working on, or pretended to work on while waiting on me, remained there. With a playful giggle I swept it all off towards the floor.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” I continued to giggle as the papers floated through the air before settling a few feet away.
“And I’ve always wanted to do this…” He looked up at me through his long eyelashes and my breath caught in my chest as I realized his next move.
Without looking down he lifted the edge of my dress, “May I?” He whispered.
“Yes. Please.” I tried not too sound too desperate. Finally his gaze turned downward and he took it all in. A nervousness took over me as I felt on display under the penetrating gaze. I knew there was a considerable wet spot showing through the cherry red lace that barely covered me. His eyes found it just as I started to squeeze my thighs back together.
“Please.” His tone matched the near desperation of mine just a moment ago and I knew that it was appreciation and not judgement on his mind.
I relaxed my legs back into a spread position in answer. He found space between them for his body as his lips pressed against mine again. Gratitude for my permission to continue.
His right hand caressed my hip beneath my dress and a finger caught the edge of the lacy waistband. He tucked his finger in and with a tug my panties were rolling towards my knees. He shifted his weight and tugged the other side. They stuck briefly in the wet spot and then I was suddenly exposed to the open air.
He stepped back and pulled them off past my heels.
He closed his eyes as he buried his face in the wet spot and took a deep inhale. I swear I could see him drooling as he took in the scent of my arousal. A desk drawer squeaked open and he tucked the red lace in and closed it. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time his face was nestled in them.
“Now,” He started, as he found his spot between my legs again. “If it’s alright with you, I’ve been dying to know what your pussy tastes like and I’ve waited as long as any man possibly could.” I nodded, not wanting to break the trance he seemed to have me in.
With that, he settled into a kneel before me. He propped a leg over each shoulder and planted soft kisses along my inner thigh from the knee in. A warm breath escaped him as he passed the center and resumed his work on the other leg. I squirmed under the heat and the desire to feel him.
His warm tongue flattened against the entrance to my pussy and slid up slowly to my clit. A moan fell out of me as the pleasure of his mouth overwhelmed me.
He repeated the slow lick over and over as if truly doing it for the taste. A low rumbling moan came from him this time and it melted me like chocolate on a summer evening.
The cycle continued as we turned each other on more and more with each sound and movement the other one made.
His hands gripped my hips and I knew it meant a change of pace from our long slow licks. When he finished the lap with his tongue he hovered above my clit. He focused a few short licks there before closing his mouth around it. A gentle suction and the heat of his mouth were bringing me closer to the edge with every second. He slowed and moved his tongue back down to my opening. His tongue darted in and out quickly and I tried to push closer to him, begging to be penetrated further. He understood the need in my movement and brought his fingers to his mouth. He wet them and played softly at the entrance to my pussy and watched it quiver. A smile that can only be called powerful tugged at his lips as they rediscovered their suction on my clit. His finger slid into my soaking wet pussy and I felt it tighten around him.
Another moan found it’s way out of me and it was music to his ears. His enthusiasm continued to ramp up and I knew he was enjoying this almost as thoroughly as I was.
“I uhh… I think… that’s gonna make me cum..” I hadn’t ever cum from a mans mouth on my pussy and I was feeling shy about it.
He maintained his pace and managed a nod to let me know he heard me. The fact that he wasn’t going to slow down or stop and was doing it all for my pleasure was enough to set me off.
Pleasure rolled through every inch of my body as he continued his warm suction on my clit and strong fingers in and out of my pussy. I was mildly aware of the wetness that seemed to double between my legs as he finally began to slow down. With his fingers still at work, he leaned back to look up at me. He rose to his feet and a second finger entered me. I quivered at the feeling, I could feel the rapid contractions of my pussy just after cumming.
“You’re delicious.” He licked his lips to drive the point home. His hand skillfully in unbuttoned his jeans and they fell to the floor. His light blue boxers showed a substantial amount of precum, a give away of how much he really did enjoy tasting me. “Do you want more?”
“Yes Mr.Kosky, I mean Derrick.” I mumbled, not nearly as smooth as I had hoped to be. He smirked as if he enjoyed how flustered I was to be having a conversation while he still had two fingers in me.
He withdrew his fingers to pull the boxers down. His cock burst out of the waistband and I was shocked at the size. How had he managed to hide it if it were ever hard in public?
“Jeans that come up high and baggy t-shirts over it.” He answered. “You didn’t say it out loud but I know what you’re thinking. Your halloween costume almost broke me last year though…. A sexy nurse? That was absolutely cruel.” He laughed, remembering it fondly. “I had to change my shirt after you left my classroom because I was worried the precum would start to show. Though it was nothing compared to this…” he toyed with the wet spot on his current boxers and I could see more precum glistening on his tip.
I reached out to touch it and I watched his muscles flex reactively. Like a handle I pulled him towards me.
“Do you want to be made love to or do you want to be fucked?” I wanted all of it, how could I possibly choose?
“Both.” I replied greedily.
“Yes ma’am.” A devilish smile graced his face this time and I couldn’t take it any longer. I guided his cock to me, knowing that I was still wet enough to take it all.
A slow stroke filled me and the pleasure of it was enough to steal the breath right from my lungs. I gasped and before I could acclimate his mouth was on mine. His hand tangled in my hair and the other was firmly on my back as his slow strokes filled me over and over again. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate. Each stroke seemed to last for hours and still wasnt long enough.
He moved to my neck to let me catch my breath, but he didn’t know it was only going to push me further.
“Oh yeah?” He noticed the increased arousal and doubled down. His teeth grazed just above my collar bone and I thought my whole body was going to burst. His deep strokes quickened slightly and I knew he wasn’t far behind me.
“Please don’t stop!” I begged as the edge was within my grasp. He bit down hard above my collarbone and the orgasm crashed over me like a wave. He stayed that way while the currant took me over. I felt my nails in his back, a plea for more even when I was already at my peak. A deep breath at last filled my lungs and he recognized the cue.
“You almost got us both with that one.” He pulled out and I ached for him to put it back. “Up.” He took a step back to give me room to stand. My wobbly legs barely supported me after two world stopping orgasms but I didn’t want to disappoint him.
He spun me to face the desk and grabbed a breast in each hand. Supporting some of my weight while also toying with my highly sensitive nipples. His lips were back on my neck, the untouched side now. A few gentle kisses, a soft nibble, and then he retreated. His hand left my chest and found the back of my neck. He guided me down until my body was against the cool desk. I was relieved to give it some of my weight from there shaking legs. My dress pooled around my waist and I knew I was exposed to him.
His cock rubbed against me and the aching feeling returned. The need to be filled with him again. The feeling was mutual and he slowly entered me again.
I’m not sure which of us was moaning now or if it was both. After just a few slow strokes he changed pace and I knew this was fucking.
I could feel each hard thrust as he used every inch of his cock. He was moving so hard that his balls were connecting with my clit when he was burried deep inside me. The extra stimulation was making me squirm for it.
“Just like that, it’s perfect Mr.Kosky.” I didn’t correct myself this time and he didn’t complain. Each hard thrust and gentle slap from his balks was soaking both of us as ecstasy ripped through me again.
“I’m going to cum too.” He managed to get out and I could feel him pulsing in me. His breathing became rapid and he stepped back to pull out.
I reached back and pulled his hips against me, “Empty your balls into me.” He resumed pace at my permission. “I want you to fill me with the cum you’ve been saving all year for my pussy. Cum in me!”
He roared out a moan and I knew he was in an ecstasy of his own. He keep thrusting as he filled me and again we were soaked.
He blew out a steadying breath and placed sweet kisses on my back. He still pulsed inside me and I was savoring every last second.
He finally pulled out and I felt a mix of our juices running down my legs.
“I need to clean up a bit before I leave here.” I said shyly as I stood upright and let the dress fall around my hips.
“I know. Especially since you’re not getting those panties back.” The devilish grin was back. “Stay.”
I did as I was told and figured he must have napkins around here somewhere. But then his hand was on my neck again, bending me back over the desk. He tucked one leg up onto the desktop so I was fully splayed in front of him with cum running out of my pussy.
I waited for the dryness of a napkin or cloth against me to soak it up but was met instead with the warm wetness of his tongue. He was cleaning me with his tongue.
His rapid darting in and out of my pussy felt so good after being fucked and he was drinking up every drop of our cum as it poured out of me. It was so hot and felt so good that I knew he was going to make me cum again if he kept at it.
“ I think I’m clean, I’m going to make a mess all over again if you don’t stop.”
“Then make one.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he went back to work cleaning me.
He firmly suctioned over my clit again and I felt more cum leaking from me. He moved down and gathered the drop with his tongue. The motion did it and I was cumming again. He lapped up the cum all five orgasms enthusiastically and rose to his feet.
“Now you’re clean.” He wiped his face on the underside of his shirt and pulled his clothing back into place. I felt sheepish but too fulfilled to care. I crossed the room and gathered my graduation gown, not sure what to do with myself now.
“You’re dismissed.” He whispered, standing just behind me. His breath was hot on my neck again and it returned me to the moment on the field in front of thousands that brought us to this moment. He tucked a scrap of paper into my hand and turned away.
I made my way to the door and waited until I exited to look at the scrap of paper.
*2335 S Paradise St. 9pm* I smiled, knowing that my day wasn’t ending, it was just getting started.
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