Sarah walked in his class, looking in every detail like a supermodel out of place, her long blonde hair shimmering like the gloss of a magazine cover. She had long slender legs shown off my her micro miniskirt riding above midthigh with every step she took. Her hips swung in a naturally provocative manner, her breasts soft behind her skimpy sleeveless blouse. She smiled seductively at him before taking her seat in the center of the second row, and he had to groan at the sight of her skirt riding even higher, revealing the shadow of skin right in between her ass and her thigh.
The witch was asking for it.
"Ms. Weldon, see me in my office after class regarding your frequent tardiness," He was thankful it came out sounding strict instead of constricted.
She turned to him after whispering something to Mike, the boy behind her, a smile hanging halfway on her lips. She pouted, "But sir, I have a date later. I can meet you Saturday if you're free?" she offered, her eyes bore a teasing glint that wasn't entirely innocent, or permissible for a student.
The class laughed at her antics. She was one insolent imp.
"After class, Ms. Weldon," he repeated much more firmly than before. And he was getting firmer by the minute.
He wondered if it would be too obvious if he readjusted his pants. Looking at his watch while grabbing the whiteboard marker from his desk, he counted an hour and 50 minutes more before he could dismiss the class. He couldn't wait until after class.
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She walked ahead of him to his office, her rounded bottom somewhat blurring his vision. She was such a tease.
She opened the door to his office like she owned the place and held it open for him, waiting for him to step in. He closed the door not-so-gently and locked it with a sound of finality.
Their lips came into violent contact as soon as he turned around, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, one hand playing on the curve of her butt. He tugged at her hair, forcing her to look up at him, and providing himself better access to her mouth. He stalked her, pushing her against his desk. Her hands were roaming his body almost worshipfully, the sensation of his body against her soft young curves working as the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Her mouth tasted of green apples. As her bottom bumped against the edge of his desk, both of his hands fell onto her ass, lifting her into the desk and hitching her skirt to her waist. He saw her barely-there white cotton thong.
Her hand grabbed his ass roughly, pulling him more securely against her, his groin in contact with her moist thatch, her legs raised to ride his hips.
"You didn't come by my apartment this weekend," she whispered huskily against his ear as she nibbled around that area. Her hands were making a quick task of his belt and his pants. There was a loud thud when both dropped on the floor.
Adam was breathing heavily, one hand enjoying the soft feel of the skin in her ass cheek, the other kneading her breast roughly, playing with her nipples and her underside through the thin fabric. His mouth was busy making love marks on her neck. God she tasted great. And she smelled of baby cologne and sex.
She whimpered lustily, pushing against him even more. "I missed you," she cried as her hands went inside his briefs and kneaded his ass. Her fingers went in further, deeper and came in contact with his testicles, hardening his already swollen member.
He shook uncontrollably, groaning in response.
His hand also slipped from her breast to her nether region, rubbing against the wetness there. Her breathing hitched when his finger played with her opening, speading her juices to the folds of her lips.
He was using his other hand to support her and push her even further against him. Her uneven and labored breathing was exciting him to no ends.
"I had too many work to finish," he explained as his fingers explored her love area more carefully, prying her open. Her head was thrown back in abandon, her back arched giving him more access and pressure against her womanhood.
She was so responsive to his touch.
Sarah felt like she was dripping all over him, all over the table, and into the floor. The edge of the desk was biting into the bottom of her ass, the cold sensation in shocking contrast to his warm hand firmly grabbing one of her cheeks.
"I missed you too," he was spreading her juices into her asshole, the wetness and the finger prying into that area turning her even more.
Her nails were biting into his back, seeking support.
Adam winced, then shoved her legs to open wider. It was almost painful to her.
He wanted to see more. Touch more, and the flimsy thong was no barrier to him. She was so wet for him, he could see the form of her cunt through the thin silky wet cloth. "God, I missed you, Sarah."
Sarah trusted Adam's hands to keep her sitting up as she let go of his shoulders and pulled off her shirt, pulling her bra with it, revealing breasts that have been roughly kneaded and pleasured by the man in front of her.
He didn't even wait for her to dispose of the shirt before he dove in between her breasts, tasting the skin, licking, biting, sucking. The shirt dropped unnoticed from her hands as she clutched automatically at his head. His fingers were still playing outside her opening.
And then he slipped a finger in. She cried out, her back arching almost unnaturally, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He chuckled against her skin, her breast. His scalp was stinging from her tugs. God, she was so damn responsive.
He slipped his pointer finger in slowly, enjoying the feel of her tunnel clutching at his digit tightly. He could just feel her on his dick.
Thrusting the full length of the finger in, he slid out just as slowly, stretching her passage wider to accomodate him further. Sarah groaned sexily, her hands and body incapable of movement from their previous positions.
"Adam!" she whimpered in complaint when he pulled out completely out of her.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed when he pushed two fingers in roughly, her wetness giving his fingers easy access to her dark depths.
She was shaking uncontrollably now, her climax near approaching.
His mouth engulfed her right nipple, sucking as hard as he could while he pumped her with his fingers, his digits bending and stretching her opening further with every thrust.
The hand that was supporting her arched back traveled lower, down into her wet asshole. A finger played with the wetness dripping into her ass and in tune with his thrusting and sucking, he used the lubrication to penetrate her asshole with the tip of his finger.
And she came apart like a leaf in a storm.
