It’s always the quiet ones [MF]

***** for the dirty stuff.
I am now a professor but previously I was a commercial artist with a studio in Manhattan. in that capacity I had an agent whose job it was to find clients, negotiate contracts and schedule production. Agents in this industry typically take 25-30% of an artists profits… if you were wondering. They don’t get paid unless you get work. When it works it works well, when it doesn’t work it’s miserable for both parties like a sexless marriage. Lol. I digress.

I had a wonderful agent for 10 years once, a long time in that business. No, she was Not the quiet one. The quiet one was her intern production coordinator. When she started at the agency she was 21, a recent NYU graduate. I was in my last year with this agent and unknown to me, in the industry. I was about 40 at the time.

I met Jenna when she first came to my studio to coordinate production on an upcoming advertising job. In my mind she walked in the door and we started fucking, lol, in reality it took a couple days.

She was super petite with retrousse tits and pierced nipples. And no, you would not have known. She wore professional outfits, form fitting but extremely appropriate. Jenna was a quiet, petite, black Barbie bombshell and the first time I saw her without clothes on my mouth actually dropped open**********

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I’ll cut to the chase. We worked together, alone fore a few days and then we fucked for a week straight. The sexual tension was apparent right away. Lots of subtle flirting. It was about the third day of production and my assistant had to leave early. We found ourselves alone for the first time. i remember locking the door after he left, turning around and seeing her standing a little too close to me.

She unbuttoned her shirt’s top button and said “forgive me Professor (even then I taught an art school class on the weekends), forgive me if this is out of line but I saw you staring.”

A very pregnant pause as my brain considered the options.

I looked right in her eyes, beautiful brown and round, and I went for it.

Take your shirt off and show me your tits.

Yes sir.

No talking.

A nod and a small smile as she slowly took off her shirt. Her perfect body standing right in front of me.

We stepped close, her tits pressing into me. Then we started making out with passion. Making out is one of the most underrated things.

The next half hour or so was a blur. I put her on her knees and discovered she had no gag reflex. I took her to my studio sofa and fucked her face until it was a sloppy mess. I put her legs be hind her head and ate her smooth pussy. She had a gorgeous pussy which literally dripped with her excitement every time I saw her.

I fucked her from behind while spanking her hard. I fucked her in missionary with her legs up to her head while choking her. She came in this position, her legs shaking as she whimpered Yes Daddy.

I put her on the floor her head back on the sofa. With my hand around her throat I told he to open wide and I came all over her face and in her mouth. She then cleaned me up and I got her a towel.

We laid on the sofa cuddling and talking for some time, music playing, evening light and city noise coming through the windows.

After what seemed like awhile she asked, round 2?

We fucked nonstop for a week and then off and on for a few months before she left the internship. In my studio, at hotels, a couple of times in my car. We hooked up a couple times after that but she had a boyfriend and I was her discreet Professor.

She would do anything I told her to, almost. No anal. And she did try, training with plugs, fingers, beads. But she didn’t like anal. Not everyone does.

Our pattern was passionate and sensual rough sex, she came in missionary with my hands around her throat. I usually came on her face or down her throat. She always got me hard again with her oral skills and made me cum licking my ass. Heaven!

I hope she’s doing well:)[bby](https://imgur.com/a/lKzNlTp)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/121p886/its_always_the_quiet_ones_mf