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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She stands in my study, and I feel my hunger grow.
Yasmin Candice McMahon is a remarkable young woman in many ways, but academia is not one of them. She has managed to get into St Mungos School of Girls based on her father's position of Royal Warrent Officer to Her Majesty, her families deep pockets and a gift for smiling at the right people.
While the school has taken advantage of the first three, I have spent most of the semester taking advantage of three very different qualities- her inability to pass exams, unresolved daddy issues and an unquenchable libido.
As the first semester grows to a close and her grades failing, with mummy and daddy expecting good results, Yasmin has been a frequent visitor to my chambers. Ever since I made it clear what I was prepared to offer she has spent a lot of time in tuition, and a great deal of money on lingerie.
Today she is dressed in a salmon pink blazer, a black shirt and a tight white skirt. A quirk of her Irish father and Indian mother has given her pale skin, luscious long black hair, sparkling blue eyes and a magnificent thick curvy body. Her wide heartshaped face; wearing its trademark expression of slight confusion, is focused fully on my crotch. As soon as she entered my chambers and locked the door I pulled my cock out and started stocking it. If there is anything that gets this girls attention, I thought, it's a hard thick cock.
"Come here Yasmin", I say, beckoning to her.
She walks towards me, hips rubbing together, licking those full lips.
She bends down in front of me, hand reaching out for my cock.
I shake my head.
"Show me," I say.
Yasmin nods, and stands back up. She slides her jacket off, and drops it in the floor. She pulls her shirt off, her beautiful soft curves exposed and then wriggles out of her skirt. She stands there in the tiniest red lingerie. Her heavy tits strain against the tight red fabric of her bra. The thong is a tiny band of slut red around her wide hips. I motion for her to turn round and my cock hardens even more to see the thong vanish into the crack of her fat arse. She stands there, rotating her hips as I wank myself over her.
Then I beckong to me again. She gets on all fours and crawls slowly towards me. Each movent of her shoulders causes her heavy, full tits to sway. Each movent of her hips causes her arse to rise and fall like a waves in a storm. She rubs her face against my cock like a cat marking its territory. She kisses and licks it, her breath hot against it. She makes eye contact and grazes the tip with her teeth waves of pleasure running through me.
"May I suck it sir?" She asks in her breathless, clipped accent.
I nod, and she slowly takes me in her mouth. She works my cock with her whole mouth, lips, throat, tongue and teeth. I cant keep my eyes off her, her beautiful eyes locked on mine. I pull my gaze away to look at her fat arse, and I need it more than anything.
I stand up, and bend her over the desk. This time I drop to my knees, her arse in my face. It is so beautiful. I slowly pull her thong down with my teeth, it comes slowly out from between her buttocks, and drops between her feet. Then I bury my face in her arse. It is warm and soft, and I lick everything.
I hear her moan and gasp, feel and smell her getting wet. I lick up and down her crack, bite and kiss both buttocks, each bigger than my head. I seek out her pucked arsehole and slide my tongue in and around it, tasting her. I lick and lick, she lifts her arse up, pushing against me and I find her wet cunt too. I lick that, the warm juices heaven. I dont know how long I am down there, all I know when I come up the afternoon has drawn dark and her whole arse is a dripping wet mess.
Yasmin staggers to my chair and sits down. Her nipples poke through the red fabric of her bra, her face red and her mouth grinning from ear to ear. I pull of my shirt and trousers and pull her thick hips open and my cock slides into her cunt.
I pound her, my chair bounces on the wooden floor as I bend her legs up. The soft flesh of her belly pushes into my hands as we kiss, her tounge whips around tasting her pussy and arse on mine. She is so wet around me I struggle to avoid slipping out, and squeeze her arse tight with both hands. She screams and bites my shoulder, driving me to new heights. The finger of my right hand pulls her cheeks apart and I slide a finger deep into her hole. This is too much for her and she cums hard around me. I pull out for a second and she gasps and writhes in my chair , then bonelessly slides to the floor.
I undo her bra and it almost pings away. She lies down on the floor and in a heart beat I'm inside her again.
I bite and suck her tits as I pound her, her arse beating down on the wooden floor. The whole building could hear but i dont care. Yasmin is screaming now as I bite her neck. I slow my movement and pull out of her with agonising slowness. She moans, a long low moan and her body shakes and jiggles. With equal slowness I slide back in, feeling her cunt contract around my hard cock. I keep this up for as long as I can, each thrust making her cum and warm juices run between our legs.
The whole study smell so her, and I cant resist any more. As I pull out slowly this time I speed my thrusts without warning, pounding in and out, kissing her so intensely her hot breath fills my mouth and my nostrils, the intoxicating scent of her all around me, until she archs her back and with a primal scream squirts of liquid spray around my cock in three separate streams, her thick fleshy body vibrating with the force of her orgasam.
I pull out, my cock dripping but I am far from done. Her tits, huge, soft mounds are too inviting.
I straddle her, my arse resting on her belly, and put my cock between her tits and squeeze them together. They are so big my cock is lost entirely between them as they wrap around it and I start fucking her tits.
I thrust and thrust as her hands rub my chest and arms and then I almost dont have time to pull my cock free before I'm cumming.
I spray all over her tits, thick wads of cum coating them and splashing onto her neck. I rub my cum, spreading it evenly over the soft flesh. At least both are covered.
"Dont wash them", I tell her. " I want you to go to to the student union tonight with my cum dried on your tits."
She nods wordless, and gets dressed.
Just before she leaves she turns to me and whispers "sir, I bought a corset today."
Then she steps through my door with a wink.
I pull my own trousers on and sit in my chair, still damp from her cunt. I do my marking. Yasmin, against all odds, has a got an A.
Shame next weeks assignment looks much harder.
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