Prof. Hart led Joren through the winding hallways of the academic building, her hips swaying subtly as she moved. Her skirt had a dark wet patch on it, the evidence of her arousal spreading across the fabric. Joren's eyes caught the wet patch, but he chose not to say anything so as not to risk ruining the moment.
They arrived at the door to her office, and she brought out her keys, open the door and gestured for Joren to enter.
The office was still the same as always. Neat and orderly. Her large desk sitting at the center of the office, scattered on top it were random files and documents that were a bore to Joren's eyes.
Prof. Hart locked the door and closed the shutters before turning to Joren, her voice low and steady.
"We're here,"
Joren didn't say a word, only nodded. His throat a bit dry. The silence in the room was awkward and jarring, the both of them stood like they were waiting to see who would make the first move.
Then, after a while, Prof. Hart started to walk towards him, her hands unbuttoning her blazer and her shirt as she moved, eyes fixed on him.
"Why are you quiet, Joren?"
She asked, teasingly. Her arms pulling her shirt over her shoulder, revealing a lace black bra barely holding up her voluptuous breasts.
"Didn't you say you were going to ravage me? Did you get cold feet?"
Joren's lips parted as he saw her breasts. The bra had made them look larger than when he last saw them. His dick was already beginning to stir, drawn to the soft, milky mounds in front of him.
"I'm not throwing away this opportunity. "
He said, his boldness returning.
"Then come,"
Professor Hart said with a grin, her hands reaching back to unclasp her bra. The fabric came off without ceremony, her breasts bouncing slightly as it came free, pink nipples already hardened. She held them up, presenting them to Joren.
"Touch me here."
He didn't need to wait for her to ask, his hands moved to her juicy mounds, kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her nipples.
"Nnghh~"
She moaned as his hands began kneading her breasts, her back arching into his touch.
"You're really good... with your hands."
The small compliment ignited something within Joren. His hand stopped kneading her breast, drawing a frustrating groan from her. But just as his hand stopped, he leaned down and took one nipple into the warm heat of his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently.
Prof. Hart bit her lips to stifle a moan as his lips closed against her nipple, her hand moving to grip his hair as she pressed her breast harder against his mouth.
"Aah!... Yesss!... right there... oh!~"
Her hand moved to grip his, guiding it down between her spread legs to feel how wet and dripping she was for him.
Joren wasn't one to hesitate in moments like this. He thrusted two fingers inside her slick pussy, working her down there while his mouth teased her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other.
The dual stimulation was almost too much for Professor Hart. Her hand gripped his hair tighter, her back arching as she approached her climax.
"I'm – I'm close!"
But Joren wouldn't let her have her sweet release, his fingers and mouth stopping their teasing movements.
"Why did you stop! I was so close!"
She hissed in frustration, her thighs jerking forward to take his fingers deeper.
Joren only smirked. His fingers slid out of her cunt with a wet, slippery sound, and moved to unbotton his trousers, freeing his erection.
His cock burst free in a matter of seconds, thick and hard, dripping with precum.
The sight of his rod shattered her frustration. Her breath hitched, thighs pressing together again. The though of it inside her, stretching her, ruining her, made her shudder violently.
*haaah*
*its so...*
She got down on both knees before him, her face now on the same level with his vibrant shaft.
"Soo... big...bigger.... bigger than last time..."
She whimpered as her hand wrapped around his girth, fingers barely touching, and began stroking him tentatively, but Joren was not having any of it.
He removed her hand from his shaft and pulled her up to her feet.
"I didn't come here so you could stroke me,"
He said, guiding her backwards until her backside pressed against the edge of her desk.
He lifted her onto the desk and positioned himself between her legs, his thick cockhead pressing against her quivering pussy lips.
Her legs spread wider instinctively, allowing him more access to her core. Her eyes, wide and needy, were fixed on the spot where the tip of his rod disappeared into her entrance, her body arching slightly in anticipation.
Then, suddenly:
Knock! Knock!