Touch yourself for me. Run your fingers over that bulge in your pants. Go on, do it. I know you want to because you are a naughty boy. Use your thumb to stroke the length of your fabric covered shaft. Feels good doesn’t it? You want more don’t you? You want to unzip those pants and pull that big cock out so that you can stroke yourself off. I know you. I know what you want. Do it for me. Lean back in that chair and stroke yourself. Let me see how big you really are. Show me how hard you can get. Such a nasty boy. I want to hear you, hear your breathing go deep and ragged as you get into it. What are you thinking about? Are you thinking that I’m on my knees in front of you, mouth open, just waiting to catch all of that cum? Are you thinking of watching her and I make out on the bed? Or are you thinking of me on all fours and shooting that big load of yours all over the small of my back? That’s it, keep stroking. Close those eyes and tell me what you are thinking about. Feels so fucking good doesn’t it? Such a naughty boy. But oh so good. Cum for me. Give it to me. I want it.Author Archive for Annette
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Touch yourself for me. Run your fingers over that bulge in your pants. Go on, do it. I know you want to because you are a naughty boy. Use your thumb to stroke the length of your fabric covered shaft. Feels good doesn’t it? You want more don’t you? You want to unzip those pants and pull that big cock out so that you can stroke yourself off. I know you. I know what you want. Do it for me. Lean back in that chair and stroke yourself. Let me see how big you really are. Show me how hard you can get. Such a nasty boy. I want to hear you, hear your breathing go deep and ragged as you get into it. What are you thinking about? Are you thinking that I’m on my knees in front of you, mouth open, just waiting to catch all of that cum? Are you thinking of watching her and I make out on the bed? Or are you thinking of me on all fours and shooting that big load of yours all over the small of my back? That’s it, keep stroking. Close those eyes and tell me what you are thinking about. Feels so fucking good doesn’t it? Such a naughty boy. But oh so good. Cum for me. Give it to me. I want it.
I’m sitting on my bed, wearing nothing but my red lace bra, red lace panties and red strappy stiletto shoes, when you call. I hear you gasp when I tell you what I’m wearing. You’re breathing heavier now. I let my hands roam over my body as you tell me how hard your’ cock is. I let them drift over my breasts, teasing my nipples as I go. Letting them trace down my sides and over my hips. Running them along my legs and then back up the insides of my thighs. I let my fingertips brush over my panties as they make their way back up to my breasts. I dip my fingers into the cups of my bra and pinch my nipples. I gasp. Your hand has moved down to rub your cock through your pants. What a delicious sight. I continue to rub my nipples which begins to build a wonderful sensation through my pussy. I’m writhing a bit now, I lean back on the bed more now and move one hand down to my panties. I slip my hand underneath the edge of the waistband and slide my hand down to my already wet pussy. I run my fingers along my slit spreading my wetness. I moan. My fingers feel so good and I rub them against my clit. My thighs involuntarily spread wider. My head leans back further and I pinch my nipples harder. I need this. I need to have you watching me. Your hand is moving roughly against your cock. Oh god. I tell you to take your cock out. You immediately undo your pants and push them down. Your hard cock standing up, straining. I tell you to masturbate for me. Groaning, your move your hand to your shaft and begin to stroke your cock for me. I move my hands back down to my panties and slide them down over my hips and to the floor. I spread my legs, I am so slick with my juices. I run my fingers along my slit again and slowly push two into my dripping cunt. My back arches at the intrusion. God it feels so good. My other hand reaches back and unclasps my bra. I slide it off and drop it to the floor. My hand goes back to playing with my nipples. Each time I pinch a wave of pleasure rushes through my pussy. Your hand is moving faster now. Your breath is ragged. You moan as you hear me finger myself. I move my hand from my breasts to my clit, the other is still finger fucking me. I rub at my hard clit and feel my pussy clenching around my fingers. I’m going to cum for you. My back arches up and my fingers push me into ecstasy. Cumming so hard for you. Moaning your name. Wetness floods my hand. You’re now stroking your cock furiously. You groan and tell me you’re going to cum. Cum all over me I tell you. You tell me you’re goint to shoot your hot cum all over me. It lands on my pussy, my stomach, my breasts. I want to scoop it up on my fingers and bring it to my mouth, licking it greedily. Wanting more…I’m always wanting more…
I’m wearing red on Valentine’s Day for you again baby. Call me and shoot that hot cum all over me.
You’ve been at work all day … and yet despite all the professional trials, your mind has been constantly plagued by tantalising thoughts of pleasure and entwined, naked flesh. You’re consumed with desire for the sorts of gratification that come drenched in sweat and screams. As a result, your body aches with lust, thrums with a low current of dissatisfaction. You crave sensation. Completion.
You slip into your car with more than a little relief. You’ve barely settled yourself when your mobile phone chirps annoyingly on the dashboard. The text message presents a single, simple question.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
Your answer takes even less time to type out: “Pussy.”
“Mine?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Right now, I just want some sweet, wet pussy.”
“I like it when you’re so indiscriminately ravenous.”
You start the engine, spinning the back wheels as you pull out of the car park. It’s dark, and the wipers are just about coping with the rain. The phone chirps again. The traffic ahead on both sides of the road is thin, so you risk a glance at the bright display.
“Pull over and park somewhere discrete.”
Home is so close now that you consider ignoring the message. The ache in your body is maddening though, and the mind behind those words is so damnably tempting. You take the next turning on the left. Half a mile on, you take another left into a single-track lane. You stop the car half on the verge a hundred yards down, flick off the lights and switch off the engine. Over the ticking of cooling metal, you can hear the muted sounds of traffic on the main road. You’re completely alone though.
“Now what?” you type.
“Your pants. Take them off.”
You feel stupid and aroused all at once. You unbutton your’ pants and pull them down.
“It’s done.”
“Recline your seat, and pull your’ boxers down to your’ ankles. If anyone does happen by, I want them to know exactly what you’re doing.”
The thrill that runs down your spine at the words is both hot and cold. You hesitate for a few seconds … and then you comply with the instruction. Alone in the dark, and when it’s done, you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable … or so alive. That low thrum of need is now a high voltage crackle of potential.
“And now?”
“Think about pussy. Imagine all the pussy you could possibly desire. As many as you want, in whatever ways you want them. Indulge yourself to the hilt. Gorge yourself. Lick and suck and fuck them all, make them wet with desire.”
You do as you’ve been told. As many luscious, wet, pussies as you want. To lick. To feast upon. To fuck. You try to type something in response, but your fingers tremble too much for the tiny buttons. That’s when the phone chirps again.
“I want to know how hard you are. Tell me. I want you to feel for me. I want you to explore for me. I want you to taste for me.”
And at once, you’re engulfed by your own appetites, by the licentious mind behind the messages. You really do mean to take your time, to tease your flesh and gradually build your desire. But you’ve been simmering all day, and as you continue to stroke your’ cock faster, harder, you feel the relief valve within you begin to rock back and forth.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper. Your body bucks as you stroke yoursef, insistent against your palms as you stroke the ridged length.
Your phone rings. It’s all you can do to stab your thumb against the answer button.
“I want to hear you cum,” I tell you. And when you do cum, only a few seconds later, it seems, your cries of pleasure are very loud indeed.
I watch his bicep flex as he nervously shifts in his chair. Such a tight young body. Lithe and full of energy. And legal.
“Wait,” I say to myself “What am I thinking? He’s 10 years younger than me and I’m his professor.”
“Do I really have to finish these before I go?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, “You knew everything had to be done by the end of class today.”
“Alright,” he says and shifts in his chair once more giving me the pleasure of watching his bicep flex again. How nice.
“A girl can still look,” I declare to myself. I feel myself getting wet and I unconsciously shift in my own chair and recross my boot clad legs under my skirt.
Was that a look up my legs I caught? Is that a little smile on his face? No, I must be imagining it.
“I have 2 left,” he says and I watch him look at my legs again. He catches my eyes and smiles nervously before looking back down at his paper.
Ah, so he is feeling the same attraction I am. I feel myself getting more aroused. The wetness is seeping through my panties.
I get up and walk over to where he’s sitting and lean over his shoulder to look at his work. “Good progress,” I say, “keep pushing that idea.”
“Okay,” he says. “By the way, what do I need to do to get an A in your class? I don’t think I’m far off, but think I might need some extra credit or something to help me get it.”
“Well,” I say, ” I could use a student helper if you were interested.”
His eyes light up and hold steady on mine. He knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“I could start today,” he says.
“Could you?” I ask as I sit on the corner of his desk.
“If you’ll let me,” he responds. I say nothing and keep his gaze.
He tentatively reaches up and slowly slides his hand up my boot toward my knee. Seeing that I make no move to stop him, he continues his hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt. I move my legs so that they are more open for him. He moves his other hand up my other leg, exploring it. He pushes my skirt up a bit and moves one hand to my soaking panties. Feeling them, he lets out a small groan. Pulling them aside, he traces my lips with his thumb, spreading my wetness. I reach back and lean on my elbows, allowing him better access to my pussy. He moves my lips aside and strokes my core, circling around to my clit. The fire explodes in me. He may be young but he knows how I like it.
Wanting this to last, I sit up and move his hands to my breasts. I run my hands along his biceps. So firm, just like I thought they would be. I lift up his shirt and help him off with it. Exquisite chest and abs are revealed to me. I can’t help but lean over and take one of his nipples into my mouth, nibbling it gently. He groans again. I suck harder causing him to shudder. I move my hands down across his stomach and down the front of his jeans. His rock hard cock quivers when I touch him. Definitely built like a man. I remove my hands and undo the buttons and zipper and slide his jeans down. I begin to rub his cock through his boxers. To my surprise it continues to grow and get harder. I definitely picked the right student.
Sensing he was getting a little too close, he pushes me back on the desk and moves my shirt up to expose my ample breasts. He pushes the bra cups down and sucks greedily at my nipples. I wrap my fingers in his hair moaning at the pleasure he’s giving me. Torturing me. Alternating between licking, sucking and biting, he brings me to the edge.
“Stop,” I say, “lick my pussy. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Complying, he gets down on his knees and pushes my skirt up. He expertly removes my dripping panties and buries his tongue in my cunt. He rotates between tongue fucking me and circling my clit. His soft warm wet tongue dragging across my clit causes me to shiver with excitement. Then, flicking his tongue across my clit, he pushes a finger inside me. I can’t control my hips and they rock with the motions. His sweet tongue laps at me. He pushes two fingers inside then three stroking them in and out. My legs begin to tremble and the feeling becomes almost too powerful to bear. He pushes four fingers into me as he sucks my clit furiously and it pushes me over the edge. I feel the release through my body and screaming, I come hard all over his hand.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
He pulls me up, turns me around and pushes me over the desk so my ass is up in the air waiting for him. He teases my pussy for just a second before he rams his thick hot cock inside me. We both cry out in pleasure. He strokes in and out hard then slows down. He repeats this pattern a few times. Fast then slow then fast again. The change in rhythm drives me wild. He fills me so well. I can feel him so deep inside me. The feeling is heavenly, I’m so slick from my juices that he slides smoothly in and out of me. My juices are running down my legs. Reaching around, he cups my breasts, mercilessly rolling my nipples between his fingers. The pleasure shoots through me. He reaches one hand down to my pussy and fingers me clit. That’s all I needed as I come again squeezing and sucking his cock with my pussy. Harder now, he pumps his cock furiously in me unable to stop the feeling, he cums hard with a loud moan. His cock pulsates inside me spurting his hot nectar. Grinding hard against me he rides out the wave.
Catching his breath, he withdraws from me and immediately drops to his knees to lap up the juices running down my legs, licking up every last drop. Looking up at me with a wicked grin he says, “When are your next office hours? I could come by and assist you again…”
Are you my fantasy student? Can you handle making me cum like this? Call me and give me what i desire, what we both need. I need you.
