Cheating With The Perverted Professor [FM][Public] PART 2

Hello guys, figured it’d been long enough that now it’s time for part 2 of my stories with my pervy professor.

Our second meetup has to be one of the most memorable experiences of my life. After the entire tit job in a parking area, we decided to meet again for another quick little thing. We had been in talks about meeting once more and me giving him a sloppy, slow blowjob. The professor had informed me that in his past relationships, oral was given out when his girlfriend didn’t want to have sex, and it was usually done in a very bored, “get it over with” kind of fashion.

It made me eager to show him what I could do and show him that I REALLY loved giving head. It was something that managed to turn me on without fail every time. Something about seeing the reaction you get from servicing your partner really just drove me wild.

He hops into my van near the first place we met and I start driving, giving him some time to find us a place to sit for a bit so we could get down to business. As he is searching and I am driving, he dives right in, grabbing my thighs and squeezing near my ass to warm me up.

Our plan was obviously just for the blowjob, which I was certainly excited for, but I prepared for a bit more. I made sure I was wearing sexy, black lace panties and I was nice and smooth. I wasn’t expecting more than me giving him head, but if more happened, I wanted to be nice and prepared.

Eventually, we come across a mostly empty park, find a spot to park and then climb into the back. There’s only one more car in the lot, but it’s raining so who really cares what they’re doing. First things first is we kiss a bit, I rub him through his pants, feeling his cock starting to stiffen and grow within them. He starts undoing his pants, removing his belt and giving me time to move to the floor of my van, excited to treat him once more. Once more, his thick, long cock comes out and I’m a bit too eager to get it into my mouth.

I still remember the sensation, how hot and thick it felt inside my mouth, how warm it felt against my tongue. To be quite honest, he was so big that I was really worried that I wouldn’t be able to take as much of his cock as I wanted, but oh my goodness, was I loving sucking him.

From his reactions, I knew I was doing well. He was groaning, grabbing my head lightly, squirming on the seat of my van as I licked, sucked, and rubbed his cock. Everything about it drove me wild, made me want him. The sounds he made, how much he loved what I was doing, the fact that we were in my van again, feet away from another person, extremely exposed.

After a bit of doing my thing, he had me stop for a little, just to build up a bit. He had me sit in front of him, sliding his hand down the front of my yoga pants. My cheeks started to flush as I felt him rub my pussy, feeling how insanely wet I was from treating his cock with my mouth. Feeling his hands rub against my wetness and slide a finger in was enough to make me moan. I wanted him more than anything, but definitely didn’t want him to feel pressured into having sex with me if he wasn’t comfortable with that.

He tugged down my pants a bit, rubbing me and then telling me I should play with myself just for a bit. And so I did.

Sliding my hand down between my legs, I began to finger myself. Using two fingers to give him a little show, moaning here and there as he watched, squirming against him, hoping if I did well enough he would want me too. I picked up my speed a little, squealing slightly as I felt myself cum, biting my lip as I felt my cheeks flush.

From there, we went back to the blowjob, my pants were pulled back up and I dove right back in with the same enthusiasm as before. My goal was to get him to cum in my mouth and to swallow every last drop. I remember drooling all over him, taking his big cock as deeply as I could, tasting his precum and just spoiling him.

Eventually I felt him start to tense up, and I got excited. My head bobbed a bit faster, taking him nice and deep, ready for him to burst in my mouth. And sure enough, he did. My eyes closed, as I felt his hot, thick cum fill my mouth. There was so much I was worried I wouldn’t be able to swallow it all! But I managed to swallow what I could, making sure to try and clean him up with my mouth. He twitched and then said “I think I’m done, ” which made me laugh.

From there, we got a little cleaned up and just sat in my van for a little, talking and relaxing. We were warming up to each other and enjoying the conversation we were having.

Eventually, things got a little hot again, and he tugged on my pants a little, saying we should take them off. From there, I was partially laying on the van seat and he was on his knees in front of me, helping me pull them off. I hadn’t realized that my panties were slightly displaced, so the moment he took my pants off, my panties were pulled a bit to the side, showing my pussy.

He made a sound at the back of his throat, a groan that was a mixture of desperation and frustration. My eyes were glued to him, wondering what he was thinking and what it was that he wanted to do with me. As far as I knew, our plans for the day were done and anything that would happen after this would be a little gift.

It became pretty clear that he wasn’t done with me just yet though. Once again, he started to rub my with his hand, feeling how wet I was, sliding one finger inside of my pussy. He was going so slow that it drove me insane, I moaned as he slid his finger into me, almost testing to see how wet and tight I was. He slid in one more, biting his lip as I squirmed beneath him. He muttered to himself, “That’s not fair…” I giggled a bit and he looked at me, starting to undo his pants once more, slowly stroking his cock to stiffen it a bit more.

He moved closer to me, nearly pinning me to the seat as he lined his cock up with my pussy, gently rubbing himself against me. I sighed softly, wanting so badly to beg him to just fuck me already, but I didn’t want to seem desperate… not yet, at least.

It seemed like he was just teasing me for the longest time, before he finally made up his mind. I watched as he licked his hand, using some of his saliva to wet the head of his cock, starting to push into me. My face felt like it was bright red, my body was on fire, every single inch of me was just screaming, begging for him to just let me feel all of it.

And to this day, I can still remember the sensation of him pushing every single inch of his cock deep into me. He groaned softly, matching my soft moan as I squirmed, adjusting to the sensation of having such a big thing inside of me. We took a moment to just adjust, and before I knew it he was gripping my thighs, pumping slowly, enjoying the feeling.

He was only a handful of pumps in before he started really going at it, drilling me roughly, fucking me fast and hard. I’m still glad it was raining that day, otherwise I’m sure that whoever was in the car a few feet down from us would have heard. Every pump made me moan and squeal, fully enjoying his big cock filling me entirely. He was looking down at me, intensity in his eyes as he fucked me. I can’t recall how long he just drilled me for, but suddenly he stopped, getting close to me, nearly laying on me.

I asked what was wrong and he laughed a little, telling me a car started to drive by. We both giggled a bit, nervous and anxious at the idea of getting caught.

But shortly after, he lifted his head, noticed we were alone once more, and immediately shoved himself right back into me. The feeling of him sliding back in easily was enough to make me cum, and we proceeded with our time. He fucked me nice and hard, starting to grip my tits, squeezing my thighs, and just pumping into me. His pumping started to slow, but still remained intense as he said he was going to cum.

Moments later he tensed, groaning as he grabbed my thighs. I felt my own body tense as I felt him flood my pussy with cum, squirming once more as I had one last orgasm. He laid onto me, breathing heavily, both of us now hot and a bit tired. I looked around at the foggy windows of my van and laughed, trying to slow my breathing from the intense session we had.

Eventually he moved back and I grabbed a towel from the backseat, cleaning myself up a bit so that I could put my pants back on. We sat for a bit longer, just talking about life and giggling about what had just transpired. Once we got cleaned up and had settled down a bit, I drove back to where I had picked him up. And that was the first time we had sex.

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Alright! Hopefully everyone enjoys part 2 as much as they enjoyed the first part. There are still MANY stories that I have to share with my professor, so by all means, let me know if you’re interested in any more of them! Thanks for reading! <3

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