📚 Forbidden Affair: The Sexy Professor 📚
The classroom was electric, charged with the scent of books and anticipation. As I sat there, my gaze fixed on Professor Parker, my heart raced. He was a tall, dark, and handsome devil, with a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. Every word he spoke, every witty remark, only fueled my desire.
I, had always been an eager student, but my interest in history paled in comparison to the hunger I felt for this man. His lectures were like a seduction, each fact and date whispering dirty secrets in my ear. I hung on his every word, my mind drifting to forbidden fantasies.
Today, as he lectured about ancient Roman debauchery, my thoughts took a naughty turn. I imagined myself as a willing sacrifice at the altar of his bed. The more he spoke, the more I wanted to be under him, being taken by his intellect and his… other talents.
As the class ended, I lingered, pretending to organize my notes. Professor Parker approached, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Miss Denise, is something the matter?” His voice was deep and commanding, a sensual rumble that made my knees weak.
“Oh, Professor, I just… I have a question about the reading,” I lied, biting my lip. “Perhaps we could discuss it after class?”
He smirked, knowing full well what I was up to. “Very well, Miss Denise. Stay behind, and we’ll see what we can do about your… curiosity.”
My heart pounded as I waited, anticipation building. When the room was empty, he locked the door, and my fantasy began to unfold. “So, my dear, what is it you want to know?” he asked, his tone dripping with faux innocence.
“I want to know what it’s like,” I breathed, stepping closer. “To be taken by a man like you. To be taught the ways of pleasure.”
He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “Oh, Miss Denise, you are a naughty one. But I’m happy to educate you.” He pulled me closer, his hand grazing my thigh. “Perhaps a private lesson is in order.”
I trembled, my body betraying my desire. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered. “Teach me. I want to learn everything.”
His fingers trailed up my skirt, and I gasped as he touched my wetness. “You’re already learning quickly,” he murmured. “And I aim to be a very thorough teacher.”
Our clothes disappeared in a blur of passion. He pressed me against his desk, his kisses leaving a trail of fire. My fingers tangled in his hair as he tasted every inch of me, his tongue exploring with expertise.
“You’re a fast learner, my dear,” he growled, his lips traveling down my body. “Now, let’s see how well you take a lesson in discipline.”
He entered me slowly, his eyes locked with mine. I cried out, pleasure and pain mixing as he filled me. He moved with purpose, his thrusts controlled and deliberate, teaching me the art of restraint and release.
“Cum for me, Denise,” he demanded, his voice commanding. “Show me how well you’ve learned.”
My body exploded, pleasure ripping through me as I cried out his name. He held me close, his breath hot on my neck as we both surrendered to the moment.
As we lay there, entangled in the aftermath, I knew this was more than a one-time affair. I had become his willing student, and he, my private tutor in the art of pleasure. Our forbidden affair had only just begun.
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