Professor Jones had invited Sam to her house for some private tutoring, and as he stood at the entranceway, a rush of anticipation coursed through him; he secretly hoped that equations weren’t the only thing on her agenda that evening.
Sam was mesmerized by his professor’s captivating curves, a sight he frequently admired in class. Her luscious brown hair tumbled gracefully to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. The snug shirt she wore hugged her curves perfectly and teasingly hinted at the outline of her nipples. Sam was left momentarily breathless.
“Hello, Professor Jones; I appreciate you inviting me over for some extra help with algebra,” Sam said, trying to steady his voice despite the butterflies in his stomach.
“Call me Claire. We’re not in class, after all,” she replied playfully.
“Sure, Professor—I mean, Claire,” he stuttered, his face flushing slightly.
“I’m glad you’re here, Sam,” she said warmly. “I enjoy our study sessions,” she continued.
“Thank you again, Professor; this exam is important to me. I want to do well,” Sam said. He tried to keep their interactions professional.
“Call me Claire,” she insisted again and stepped closer to him.
He could feel the warmth radiating from her body, and his heart raced.
“Sammy, do you only have algebra on your mind, or were you hoping to get some extra credit?” Claire’s voice was low and teasing.
Sam’s thoughts raced. Was she coming on to him? He blinked, unsure how to respond.
“I—uh, I…” he stumbled over his words.
Claire stepped even closer, her fingers trailing down his chest. “You have dirty thoughts, don’t you, Sammy?” Claire whispered seductively.
Sam’s eyes widened. “What? No, I mean, yes, I mean,” his voice trailed off as he stammered.
“I see how you look at me in class,” she interrupted, her gaze pierced through him. “You fantasize about me, don’t you, Sammy?” she asked.
He felt heat rush to his cheeks as he realized she was onto him. “I—uh, well…” Sam tried to say something coherent.
“You sit in the front row in class and have naughty thoughts, Sammy,” Claire said, her breath warm against his cheek. “You like watching me. You picture me naked, don’t you?” she continued.
Before he could respond, Claire cut him off again, her playful demeanour growing more daring. “Do you want to see me naked?” she teased.
His heart raced as the words hung in the air, and he could hardly believe what was happening. “Uh, I do. I mean, I…I don’t know,” he stuttered.
“What if I took off my top? Would you like that, Sammy?” Claire asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
In one fluid motion, Claire removed her sweater and then her bra. She stood before him, her big breasts with large dark areolas fully exposed, her hard nipples jutting out defiantly. Sam’s mouth went dry, and he struggled to form words.
“Do you like my tits, Sammy?” she asked. Claire playfully rubbed her full breasts and lightly pinched her erect nipples as she spoke.
Sam felt shy and struggled to respond. He was caught between disbelief and desire. “I—uh, they’re am… amazing, um,” he fumbled.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Claire said, her smile comforting yet seductive. “You’re going to love your lesson today,” she said playfully.
With a sly grin, Claire beckoned him to follow her. “Let me take you upstairs where it’s more private, Sammy boy,” she said in a low yet authoritative voice.
He could hardly breathe as he followed her up the staircase. His mind raced with thoughts he had never dared to entertain.
“That’s a good boy, Sammy,” she said, glancing back at him.
Sam’s heart thumped!
“Come with me; it’s playtime,” Claire announced as she grabbed Sam’s hand.
“Do you trust me, Sammy?” she murmured, rubbing his chest. Her touch drove him crazy.
“I… I think so; I mean, I do, Mrs. Jo—I mean Claire,” he stammered.
Sam couldn’t believe he found himself in his professor’s bedroom; his heart raced as he stared at her large, swaying breasts. Claire pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues swirling together. There was no turning back from this taboo encounter. His fantasy had come true.
Claire teasingly asked Sam, “Do you want to see a little more, Sammy?”
With a playful grin, Claire spun around and casually slid off her pants, revealing her nearly bare figure, adorned only in a tiny thong that hinted at more than it covered. Sam was putty in her hands, completely under her spell.
Sam couldn’t help but gasp and muttered under his breath, “Fuck.”
Claire casually flopped down on the bed, and with a sultry smile, she slowly removed her panties, exposing her perfectly shaved pussy, which already glistened with her arousal.
“Strip for me, Sammy,” she demanded.
Sam eagerly complied, shedding his clothes until he was left in just his boxers, his arousal evident as it strained against the fabric. Claire ran her eyes hungrily over his toned body.
“You are an attractive young man, Sammy,” Claire murmured.
Claire’s hands seductively glided down her legs. She teased Sam as she locked eyes with him. She confidently spread her thick, dark labia, fully exposing her pink pussy to him. Sam couldn’t believe his esteemed professor pleasured her right before him. He watched in awe as her fingers glistened with her arousal, and soft moans escaped her lips. This was better than his wildest fantasy.
“Do you like my wet pussy? Sammy, do I arouse you?” Claire asked.
Sam swallowed nervously, his gaze roaming over her inviting form. “Umm, yes, I mean, you’re gorgeous, Claire,” Sam responded as his voice trailed off.
Claire slyly chuckled as she traced her fingers along his throbbing erection, which strained against his boxers.
“You naughty boy looking at your Professor’s pussy got your cock so hard,” she teased.
“My God, you look so hot, Claire,” Sam managed to say as he gazed at her naked body.
“Have you ever fantasized about me? Tell me, Sammy,” Claire asked.
Sam confessed, “Yes, Professor, I always have dirty thoughts about you.”
“Do you want to be my dirty little secret, Sammy?” she whispered.
Sam’s heart raced as he responded, “I want you so badly, Claire.”
“Then get between my legs and show me how much you want me,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry. “Let me teach you how to please a woman,” she demanded.
“Yes, ma’am, I will do anything you ask,” Sam agreed.
Sam’s hands trembled as he knelt between Claire’s legs on the bed. He had never been intimate with anyone like her—his professor, no less and more than twice his age.
“Kiss my inner thighs slowly,” Claire instructed, her voice a breathy whisper. “Up one side, then the other,” she continued.
Sam obeyed. His lips trailed a path of fire along her smooth, milky skin. He felt the heat that emanated from her core, and his breath quickened with need.
“Yes, Sammy, just like that, nice and slow. Lick your way to my pussy, baby,” she said. “Don’t touch my pussy just yet. Make me beg for more,” Claire urged.
Claire spread her legs wider as Sam’s lips grazed closer and closer to her throbbing core.
“Yes, just like that, blow on it, fuck you’re driving me crazy,” Claire moaned. “Tell me you want me, Sammy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
Claire exuded a confidence entirely different from the other girls his age Sam had been with; she was a real woman, voluptuous and unapologetically sensual.
“I want you so badly. Please, I need to taste you, Claire,” Sam confessed.
“Since you asked so nicely, Sammy, go ahead and taste my sweet pussy,” Claire said with a big smile.
Sam moved his lips to her pussy, his tongue tentatively explored her ample velvety folds. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filled his senses, and he felt a surge of primal desire wash over him.
“Just like that, nice and slow,” Claire moaned. Sam could feel her hands tangled in his hair.
She urged him on. “You’re driving me wild, Sammy. Keep worshipping my pussy.” Her arousal was evident as her wetness increased, and it made Sam even more eager to please her.
“Fuck yes, lick my pussy, stick your tongue deep inside me,” Claire gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.
The intoxicating sound of Claire’s moans filled the room. It drove Sam wild with desire. Every fibre of his being longed to devour her pussy. Sam worshipped her wet pussy as instructed.
“Yes, that feels so good,” Claire said in a low, raspy voice. “Do you like licking my pussy, Sammy?” she asked.
“Oh my god, Professor, I love eating your wet pussy,” Sam groaned, his voice muffled as he continued to lap at Claire’s now sopping pussy.
Encouraged by Claire’s response, Sam delved deeper. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh with increased urgency. She gasped and writhed beneath him.
“Oh, God, yes, like that, eat my cunt,” Claire cried out, her hips ground hard against his eager mouth.
“Just like that, Sammy. It feels amazing, yes!” Her voice was louder and more forceful.
Sam continued to devour her pussy. His movements became more confident with each passing second. The explicit words that came from the usually reserved professor drove him wild with lust. He was determined to please her.
“Now lick my clit. Move your tongue to my swollen nub,” Claire gasped, her voice urgent. “Circle it with your tongue, oh fuck yes, lick my clit, just like that,” she begged.
Sam obeyed; his tongue swirled around her sensitive nub as he elicited gasps of pleasure from Claire. Her body trembled with need, and he felt a surge of satisfaction at the power he held over her.
“Slide two fingers inside me,” she demanded, her voice loud and urgent. “Yes, like that, oh, fuck me with your fingers,” Claire begged.
Sam complied eagerly. His fingers easily slid into her wetness as he matched the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. Claire’s moans grew louder and louder, and her body tensed.
“Sammy, suck my fucken clit,” Claire gasped, her voice filled with desire. “Yes, like that, yes, I’m so close, fuck me with your fingers, yes, yes, harder, faster,” she begged.
Sam’s tongue darted and danced over her swollen clit. His movements became more urgent as he sucked and licked with unrestrained passion. His fingers plunged deep into Claire’s soaked pussy.
“Don’t stop, Sammy, oh yes, yes, fuck, yes, you are so perfect,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.
“Oh, god, yes, Sammy, yes, I’m fucken cumming,” Claire screamed, her body convulsed, her legs shook with pleasure.
Claire threw her head back. “Yes, yes, fuuuck yes!” she shrieked. She had reached the point of no return, her body moving on its own as she reached the peak of pleasure.
Claire had grabbed his head and pulled him towards her wet pussy as she came. Sam was utterly mesmerized by the sheer power of Claire’s orgasm. Her body tensed, convulsed, and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She exploded in multiple orgasms that soaked Sam’s face.
As Claire came down from her high, she collapsed on the bed. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. She turned to Sam, her eyes filled with admiration and bliss.
“Fuck Sammy, you were amazing, my young lover,” Claire breathed in complete awe.
Sam blushed; his heart pounded with a heady mix of emotions. “Thank you, you are… too,” he managed to stammer, his voice filled with reverence.
“I have to confess, Claire, I came in my boxers while I pleased you,” Sam admitted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Claire chuckled softly. Her hand reached out, stroked his cheek and said, “That’s okay, my dear. I’m flattered that I had that effect on you.”
She gently pulled Sammy closer, her eyes filled with desire. “Come here and kiss me,” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. “I want to taste my pussy on your lips,” she said.
Sammy couldn’t resist her command, and their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. As they broke apart, Claire flashed a mischievous grin. “Now, let’s move on to lesson two,” Claire whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
“I’m eager to learn, Professor,” he said with a smile. Sam knew this was the beginning of a night filled with forbidden pleasures.
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