Alexei bit his lip as he walked down the corridor to his office. He had a ten thirty, one-to-one with Anastasia Popov. He was her tutor and she was hard work. He was utterly confounded as to why she was accepted on the English Literature course at all. She was hopeless, but it was his job to see that she got through. No-one failed, not here, not in Lomonosov Moscow State University, or MSU as it was known.
No, Anastasia was going to pass, but Alexei knew that he needed to spend a lot of time with her in order to get her up to standard.
In class she was always attentive; never openly chatty, and she always handed her work in on time. She was a bit flirty perhaps. Come to think of it, she was very flirty indeed, thought Alexei.
Alexei pondered on the morning’s session; a little over half an hour ago. He remembered Anastasia watching him intently in the lecture theatre while he held Nabokov’s book. The English version of course; reading from it as he paced across the room imparting his knowledge as to why Nabokov could see letters in colours giving him the extra benefit of an artistic eye for words.
Alexei stopped once to look at her: her glasses, tipped forward so that she could look over the top of them; her blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail swishing from side to side as she followed him; her flimsy, almost sheer see-through black polka dot skirt; and her small but puffy nipples that were clearly visible through the silken fabric.
Anastasia unsettled him. After all, Alexei was an eminent, middle-aged, up and coming professor. He was making huge progress at MSU and knew that it could all come crashing down if Anastasia were to hook her claws into him.
Anastasia wanted to do that, very much. From the start of the college year she had firm intentions on Professor Federov. She had looked his surname up on Google and found that it meant ‘gift of God’. Google were right, thought Anastasia.
Anastasia’s eyes spent most of their time following Alexei around the room. She pouted at him and teased him with her see-through clothes. She was the only person sitting in the front seat, close enough to tease and close enough to let him know her intentions. As far as she was concerned she left him in no doubt that his cock would be more than welcome if it were to impale her.
Today though, was hot. All she could feel was the moist liquid ooze from her labia as she watched him. At one point, she leaned back in the chair and gently fingered her pussy hoping that he would see. But Alexei was engrossed in his book.
Alexei knew her intentions all too well, yet he looked nevertheless.
Alexei saw her white panties tucked to the side. He saw her puffy nipples being teased by the air conditioning units and he saw the look on her face. Her lascivious smile invaded his senses like she had grasped him hard around the throat and shouted ‘Fuck Me!’ at him.
Alexei snapped the book shut and ended the lesson for the day.
“Anastasia, we have a session in thirty minutes?” he questioned.
Anastasia nodded.
“See you in my office,” he said, smiling at her.
ooOoo
Alexei rounded the corner and twisted the door handle to his office. As he pushed the door open he stopped. His mouth dropped open and he quickly shut the door to prevent anyone else seeing the sight before him.
Anastasia was leaning over his desk. Her white knickers were around the lower part of her tanned legs. She bit her glasses in her mouth and her skirt was being blown upwards by the fan that was placed on a chair and positioned directly behind her bottom.
Anastasia looked towards the door and smiled.
“I was so hot,” she said, innocently.
Alexei just stared and nodded.
“I needed to cool myself down.”
Alexei dropped his briefcase on the floor. He walked over to Anastasia, eyes locked on each other for the entire five steps.
Alexei’s outstretched hand caressed Anastasia’s bottom. The cold air swept across his hand as he did so and her skirt fell over it. He could feel the heat of her pussy as his fingers curled underneath. He patted her bottom.
Anastasia moaned. Her arms and hands flattened on the table in front of her. Her glasses held securely in one hand as she looked directly ahead of her.
Alexei grabbed her pony-tail and smoothed it over her back with his other hand. Pushing the chair away from him he knelt behind her. As both hands parted her cheeks, Alexei let his tongue lick the whole length from her pussy to her anus. It was slow motion erotica.
Anastasia let out a loud meaningful groan.
Alexei flicked his tongue over her sex and into her pussy. His face tight to her bottom as his hands released her cheeks; trapping his nose between them. He sucked on her honey-coated lips as his hands caressed her hips; pushing her flimsy skirt upwards every now and then.
Anastasia was hot, fucking hot. With her body resting on the table and her hands stretched before her, Anastasia told Alexei exactly what effect he was having on her pussy. Every word, every nuance, every thought and every feeling was so eloquently expressed – in English.
Anastasia legs started to shake at the knees and her bottom dropped onto his face. He was left in no doubt about her ability to pass her English Literature exam, and swear in English.
Anastasia panted as her professor’s hand lifted her up; cupping her sex in the process and pushed her onto the table.
Her lustful smile broadened as she heard a zip unfasten behind her, the thud of trousers on the floor and a hand gather up her offered pony-tail.
