Professor B. has dark brown hair, bright mossy-green eyes, and this warm chocolate skin. He has this ability to look at you and see deep inside you. As he lectures, my thoughts veer toward a naughty fantasy...
The lecture hall is empty as I enter. Professor B. has his back turned to me as he writes on the white-board. I drop my backpack in the front row and Professor B. turns around at the sound. He sees me and smiles. I take this as an invitation and I walk toward the lectern. As I stood inches from him, our eyes locked, I reached a hand out and rested it in the middle of his chest on his stiffly starched shirt. My fingers toyed with a light blue button as he reached one arm behind me and pulled me firmly against him. Pressed against him I felt his erection against my lower abdomen and slightly grinded against him. His eyes blinked slowly and his smile widened. He lowered his face to mine, but rather than kiss me he pressed his forehead against mine and looked down into my shirt at my cleavage... his other hand magically appeared just below my shoulder and moved slowly downward and over my breast. As I followed the movement of his hand he moved his mouth over mine. His lips were firm and silken and very gentle, at first. He encouraged me to open my mouth to his and I felt his tongue start to explore my teeth and tongue. His hand on my back moved to cup my ass as his other hand squeezed my breast possessively.
He took a couple steps against me which pushed me backward. My back bumped into a surface, and he urged my ass to sit on top of it. It was his desk and I heard something topple over... his warm coffee had spilled and was soaking into the seat of my jeans. I couldn't say anything as he was kissing me so forcefully. I responded by pulling his shirt loose from his slacks, I reached my hand into the front of those slacks and my fingers brushed against the top of his pubic hair, coarse and curly. I used my thumb to unbutton and then unzip the front of his pants and pull his cock into my hand. He was long, thick, and hard, his head slightly moist. I stood up against him and forced him to trade places with me. I was in awe of the milk chocolate color of his skin, smooth, tight, and muscular. I lowered my mouth to his groin and kissed the tip of his penis. The salty-sweetness of him was intoxicating. I took half of his shaft into my mouth and felt him hit the back of my throat; he was larger than I was used to. I took him in even deeper and gagged myself with him, it was amazing. I slipped my fingers around the base of his shaft and moved with the same rhythm as my mouth. His vein bulged in my mouth and he let out a moan that echoed through the lecture hall. I moved my other hand to massage his sack and when his breathing hitched and he began to moan consistently, I quickly wet my finger and hooked it gently into his ass. No sooner had I done this when he fisted a hand in my hair and shoved himself deep into my mouth... he filled my throat with his juices which I swallowed as I gasped for air. Little beads of sweat dotted his brow as he hopped off his desk.
He grabbed me possessively and kissed me deeply, and I could feel him still hard and still pressing against me.
The lecture continues...
