Ava woke, her heart racing as she checked her phone. Last night, fueled by wine and a secret crush, she sent Dr. Wei a photo, her full breasts spilling from a sheer bra, her firm ass framed by a thong. Mortified yet aroused, the 23-year-old grad student strode to his office, her tight pink tank top hugging her fit frame, full breasts bouncing with each step, short skirt teasing her thong’s strap. Twirling her blonde hair, she giggled, her girly charm veiling her naughty intent.
Dr. Wei, 40, sharp-featured in a crisp button-up, locked the door, his dark eyes tracing her curves. “Ava, your email was highly inappropriate,” he said, his voice stern. “This could ruin us both. I expect a clever girl to handle it discreetly.” His gaze lingered on her voluptuous chest, hunger breaking his restraint.
Ava caught his look. “You’re resourceful, Ava,” Wei continued, leaning back with a sly smile. “I trust you’ll make this right.” His words carried a forbidden promise.
“Oh, Professor, I’m so sorry,” Ava cooed, her voice soft and teasing. She pressed her arms together, her round, teardrop-shaped breasts swelling, their firm curves straining her tank top, a boob-lover’s dream. Tilting her head, lashes fluttering, she swayed her hips, her skirt riding up to reveal her toned ass. Her breasts nearly spilling free, sweat glistening in the midday sun.
Wei’s jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on her bouncing breasts. “No student should tempt me this way,” he said, sitting at his desk, his voice thick with desire. “Bend over my lap, naughty girl.”
Ava draped herself across his thighs, her skirt lifted to expose her thong. His hand struck her firm ass, delivering three sharp slaps until it glowed red.
“Filthy slut, sending me those photos,” he growled, her full breasts jiggling against his leg, their soft weight pressing into him.
“Punish your naughty slut, Sir,” Ava moaned, the sting igniting her arousal as her pussy throbbed with need.
Wei’s hand lingered before he commanded, “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” Ava knelt, unzipping him, her breath catching at his thick, veined, throbbing cock, a boob-lover’s perfect match.
“Fuck, Sir, it’s huge,” she moaned, her tongue flicking the tip, swirling around the head, savoring his musky scent. She sucked him deep, her breasts bouncing in her tank top, spit dribbling down her chin.
Determined to please, she pushed further, deepthroating until her throat tightened, gagging softly, tears prickling her eyes.
A sharp knock startled them. Wei stiffened, gripping her hair. “Professor Wei, are you there?” called Professor Margaret, an older colleague, her voice firm through the door.
Ava kept him buried in her throat, her tongue swirling to test his control.
“Yes, Margaret, I’m here,” Wei replied, his voice slurring as Ava’s deepthroating sent waves of pleasure through him, his hips twitching.
“I need to confirm tomorrow’s faculty meeting time,” Margaret said, her tone brisk. “Some emails were unclear.”
“It’s at three,” Wei stammered, his mind fogging as Ava plunged deeper, gagging quietly, her lips stretched tight around him.
“You sound off, are you alright?” Margaret asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
“I’m fine, just busy grading,” Wei managed, his voice cracking as Ava’s relentless throat work unraveled his composure.
“Very well, see you then,” Margaret said, her footsteps fading as she left.
“You’ll get us caught, you tease,” Wei growled, yanking Ava’s hair, a smile betraying his thrill. Ava pulled off with a wet pop, grinning as her smeared lipstick revealed her effort.
“I wanted to make it good, Sir,” she purred, her voice thick with lust.
Wei pulled her up, their eyes locking as his fist clenched with hesitation. “Show me those breasts,” he commanded, pulling her tank top over her head. Her round, voluptuous breasts sprang free, heavy, their stiff nipples begging for touch, their silky skin warm. “Perfect,” he murmured, his hands squeezing their soft, pliant weight, the flesh rippling under his grip. He pinched her nipples, drawing a gasp, then sucked one, his tongue tracing its texture, tasting a hint of vanilla as his teeth grazed the peak. “Your breasts drive me wild,” he growled, his mouth lingering. Ava whimpered, her pussy dripping as his forbidden touch overwhelmed her senses.
He bent her over the desk, her skirt bunched at her waist, and tore off her thong. He spanked her ass until it burned red, three sharp slaps ringing out. “Teasing your professor, you filthy whore,” he growled.
“Punish me, Sir,” Ava begged, her full breasts swinging as he fucked her doggy-style. The desk creaked as her breasts brushed the wood, their teardrop shape swaying with each powerful thrust. Her pussy clenched, her climax muffled by her bitten lip.
A sharp knock echoed as Wei guided her to the window, her breasts flattening against the cool glass, their soft warmth spreading as the campus bustled below. “Show me how slutty you are,” he whispered, thrusting deep while her breasts scraped the pane, her nipples hardening with the risk.
“Fuck me, Sir, fuck this little slut,” Ava panted, her body trembling as an orgasm surged through her, the danger heightening her pleasure.
Wei laid her flat on the desk, her legs spread wide for missionary. Her full breasts bounced, their voluptuous shape quivering as he squeezed them, his thumbs circling her nipples. Ava moaned, her pussy tightening, another climax shuddering through her as their eyes locked in forbidden lust.
He sat her on the desk’s edge, her legs over his shoulders. Her breasts jiggled as he fucked her face-to-face, his fingers pinching her nipples, their pliant curves yielding. “No student should feel this good,” he growled, his restraint shattered.
“Use your naughty slut, Sir,” Ava moaned, her body arching, trembling through another orgasm, her breasts heaving in the sunlight, their silky skin glistening with sweat.
“On your knees,” Wei commanded, his voice heavy with need. Ava knelt, sucking him briefly, her lips teasing his tip, then leaned back, offering her face.
“Cum on your slut’s face, call me your whore, Sir,” she begged, rubbing her breasts, relishing her power over him as a closer knock sounded. Wei groaned, awed by her submission, unloading a massive load across her face, warm cum splattering her cheeks and dripping to her voluptuous breasts, the glistening drops catching the sunlight on their round curves.
“Oh, Sir, give me more, I’m such a whore,” Ava moaned, licking her lips, smearing cum over her silky breasts, thrilling in her depravity. They slumped, breathless, the air thick with their shared sin.
“Problem solved,” Wei smirked, handing her a tissue. Ava wiped her face, chuckling softly.
“I’ll make more mistakes, Sir,” she teased, slipping on her tank top, her full breasts clinging to the damp fabric. She left, her skirt swaying, their forbidden pact sealed in the sunlit office.