My breath catches in my throat. You can’t have just said what I think you said!

I step back.

“Professor?”

Your eyes, still smiling, are roaming over my body. I watch heat come into your face.

“God, Jess. I would love to make love with you. Will you let me?”

I gulp.

“I…I’m a virgin, Professor.”

You cup my face with your hands.

“I’ll be very gentle with you, I promise. Besides, wouldn’t you rather your first time be with someone experienced who’ll know what to do and how careful to be?”

I hold my breath. I’ve dreamed about this moment for ages, and now that it’s here, I’m terrified.

You see how I’m feeling: it’s written all over my face.

“I’ll go slow, and if at any point you don’t like something or you want to stop, we’ll stop, okay?”

You look at me, waiting.

Finally, I nod.

Your smile lights up the room.

“That’s good. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” You begin murmuring to me as you pull me into your body and begin to kiss me.

Your lips are gentle, teasing. My heart is pounding. My hands are still clenched in front of me, holding my shirt together. I feel you slide your warm, rough hands over them and gently loosen my hold. You lace your fingers through mine and pull my hands down to my sides, still kissing softly, patiently.

I feel my shirt melt away.

I shiver as you skim your hands over my skin from my waist, up my sides, and to my breasts. You caress my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

You begin to kiss my jaw, down my throat, and my collar bone.

Suddenly, you slide your hands down to grab my ass and, squeezing it, lift me onto the table. You laugh, your mouth moving against my stomach, when you hear me squeal.

You move back up and capture my nipple through the cotton bra.

I gasp and arch, bringing my hands up to tunnel through your hair.

“Mmmm. Do you like that, baby girl?” You murmur and move to draw the other nipple into your warm, wet mouth. You lave me with your tongue and I feel my hips start to rock.

“MMmmm.” You moan against my nipple and the vibration of your voice travels through me, making my clit tingle.

I shiver.

You run your hands along the waistband of my jeans, teasing gently. Then I feel you grab my pants and start to pull them down. You lean back, and I instantly miss your mouth on me. I’m panting now, and shaking, and you pull my pants slowly down my legs, your eyes never leaving my body.

“You’re so beautiful. I love how your body looks, how it feels.” I am mesmerized by you as you tug the pants completely off of me. My shoes have come off, also, and you kneel down to pick them up.

I watch you, enthralled, as you carefully put them back on and tie the little straps.

You step back to admire me. I’m now only clad in my little panties and my red strappy shoes.

You look up into my eyes.

“You are a good girl, aren’t you, Jess?”

I nod.

“And don’t good girls do what they’re told?”

I gulp. I nod.

You walk over and retrieve a short stool from a pottery wheel. You unzip your pants, pull them down, and sit.

I can see your hard, thick erection coming up through the hole in your boxers.

“Come here.”

I stand, shakily, resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands.

I walk over to you.

“Get on your knees.”

I sink down to the floor, crossing my ankles behind me and sitting back on them.

“Have you ever seen a cock before? Have you ever touched one?”

I shake my head.

“Put your hand on me, Jess. Be a good girl for me.”

I reach out, tentatively. It’s so hard and hot! My eyes fly up to yours and you can see my surprise. You chuckle.

I begin to explore my way around your cock, stroking lightly, wrapping my fingers around it, finding your balls.

You moan, I jerk my hand back.

You chuckle. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It feels so good, baby. Keep touching me.”

You take my hand and put it on your cock, showing me what you like. I stroke and fondle you while you run your hands through my hair. Gradually, I feel you tugging on my hair and pulling me downward. I look up at you questioningly.

“I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”

My eyes fly open in surprise.

“But”—

You cut me off.

“Put your mouth on my cock.” You’re stern with me this time, and you push my head down more insistently.

I do it.

I follow your instructions, licking and sucking first your shaft and then your balls. My mouth is open as wide as it will go, and I barely can hold you.

Your moaning gets louder and you’ve started moving your hips, little thrusts into my mouth.

I’m afraid of gagging, and try to lean back slightly. You grab my head and hold me in place as you begin to fuck my mouth.

“Suck me, Jessica! Oh, God, baby. Yeah, taste that cock!” You’re pumping your hips, fucking my face. I’m struggling against you, fighting for breath, as you go deeper and deeper into the back of my throat.

You’re pulling my hair and holding my head and even though it hurts me, I feel the tingling between my legs start to pulse. My pussy is throbbing and wet for you and I start to rock it against the shoes that I’m sitting on.

I’m sucking you hard and rocking my hips and I feel you start to shake. Your thrusts get shorter but harder, slamming into my mouth.

Finally, you cum.

As you cum, you shoot some of it into my mouth and then abruptly, pull out to spray my face, throat, and breasts.

I’m shocked at how much there is, how hot it is, and how good it feels on my skin. I reach up and smear it on myself, licking it off of my fingers.

You laugh.

“Did you like that, baby?”

I look up at you and nod, silently.

“More?” You ask.

Again, I nod.

You smile at me.

“Good. Get back up on the table and lay back.”

I do as you ask.

“Spread your legs.”

I’m nervous, I hesitate.

“Spread your legs!” You are stern again and I slide them apart slightly.

You stand over me and grab my ankles, pulling them wide and pushing them back so my knees are bent and my pussy is displayed for you, wet panties and all.

“When I tell you to open your legs for me, you’ll do this. Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Say it!”

“I….I’m a good girl.”

You chuckle.

“Very good. Whose good girl are you?”

“Yours.”

“Yours, Sir! Say it!”

….”Yours, Sir.”

You run your hands over my legs, starting at my ankles and moving slowly along the inside of my knees, then my thighs, toward my pussy.

“Mmmmmm. Looks like someone’s a little wet.”

You peel off my panties and lean close, blowing across my throbbing clit.

I moan and shiver.

“Please.” I whisper, not knowing what I’m begging for.

“Please, what?” You crawl over me, rubbing your chin slowly back and forth over my pussy lips, looking at me.

“Ask me nicely for what you want.”

“I…I want you to….l-lick my pussy, Sir.”

“Say please!”

“Please.” I moan as I feel your tongue flick over my clit.

Your tongue and breath are dancing lightly across my swollen, sensitive nub.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You like it when Sir licks your pussy like this?”

I moan, writhing on the table.

A little scream escapes me when I feel you slowly pushing a finger into my pussy, wiggling it into my tight hole.

My hips start rocking against your face, I feel you chuckle and moan as you tongue me and fuck me with your finger.

I’m whimpering now, my hips bucking more wildly. Pressure is building inside of me and I feel like I’m about to rip in half!

You grab my bucking hips and slam them down, pinning them to the table, and furiously eat me and finger fuck me while I cum wildly, screaming and shaking and clawing your shoulders, my breasts, the edges of the table. I’m shattering into a million pieces and your tongue gives me no mercy!

Finally, I break and start to fall back to earth. You’re licking me gently now, soothingly.

After a few moments, my breathing levels out and you sit up on the table next to me.

I’m still shaking and you pull me to you for a long, deep kiss. I can taste myself on you.

“How was that, baby girl? Did you enjoy it?”

I blush.

“Oh, yes Sir. Very much.”

You chuckle.

“Would you like to play some more?”

I nod.

“Would you like me to fuck your pussy?”

I nod again.

“Uh uh…..you have to ask nicely, like a good girl.”

I smile.

“Please professor, fuck my pussy.”

You laugh.

“Very good.”