There She Blows: The Study Session
He wanted to know if the story was true. So I showed him.
My study partner wasted no time asking me, even though we were still in the library stacks: “Is it true you gave Professor Donnelly a blow job in front of the entire lecture hall in the middle of class?”
Word had travelled fast around campus. It seemed that Professor Donnelly had barely pulled up his zipper before everyone was gossiping about it, gossiping about me. And the looks I was getting whenever I walked into any room! It was a combination of prying and passion.
And I loved every minute of it.
I just stared at him at first. I always loved his face, especially his serious, piercing eyes. Now I had an excuse to stare in a way I couldn’t bring myself to before.
Professor Donnelly had barely pulled up his zipper before everyone was gossiping….
“I’m not judging you,” he said nervously to break through the silence. “I mean, if it is true, I wouldn’t hold it against you or anything.”
“Take these,” I demanded as I shoved the books I was holding into his arms. I didn’t even bother to look around to see if we were alone before I dropped to my knees in front of his crotch. I looked up at him and smiled when I saw him intently looking down at me with anticipation of what I would do next.
I unzipped him and found that he wasn’t wearing underwear, as if he knew what was going to happen. Maybe he did, maybe it was wishful thinking. Either way, I was going to take full advantage of the full access he gave me to his willing cock. I stroked him softly and slowly at first, and then became more aggressive as his body began to respond to my touch. I gazed into his eyes, and seeing him glare at me with lust, completely at my mercy, was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced.
Without breaking our gaze, I pressed my wet tongue against his shaft and started to move it up and down. I heard footsteps in the aisle behind us, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission with my mouth and I wasn’t about to stop it. He reached down and stroked my hair as I took his bulging mushroom in my mouth and teased it with my tongue. He started to moan and, just as with Professor Donnelly, I felt an empowerment unlike anything I’d experienced before.
After sucking the tip of his cock for a while, I took more of him, inch by inch, feeling the heat from his fingertips when he started gently caressing my cheek. I took him in and out of my mouth hungrily, with each motion, inhaling him further and further down my throat. His body began to get stiff and the books he held in the crook of his arm fell with a thump beside me. I frantically pumped him in and out of my mouth and gripped him in my hand to guide my movements and give him that extra pressure he needed to lose all control.
I gazed into his eyes, and seeing him glare at me with lust, completely at my mercy, was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced.
And he did. His knees started to buckle and he let out a whelp as he shot into my mouth. I gulped his come enthusiastically until I had milked him dry.
I quickly retrieved my books and stood up. “Do you think it was true?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Maybe,” he said wryly as he zipped up his jeans. “I may need more evidence at some point though.”
As we walked to our usual table and began talking about the finer points of War and Peace, I looked forward to making my case.
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