I have always admired the minds of my university professors, but last year I took a course from an especially creative and sexy man. I really didn’t turn on to George until I was a few weeks into the course, but once I did, I found it hard to concentrate on the study material. For about three months we played games with our eyes, exchanging innuendos and body language until I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to seduce him.
I called George and asked for an appointment to supposedly go over some class material. We met at his office late one afternoon. The building was practically deserted, and as I walked into the room and saw him look up at me, all my doubts and inhibitions flew out the window. After a few formalities, he took me tenderly in his arms, whispered obscenities in my ear, and we ended up on the floor, indulging in our favorite indoor sport. He is extremely well-hung and blows me away whenever he touches me. We have been carrying on this affair for four months, and we both agree it’s the best way to advance the cause of higher education!
Two weeks ago, though, we pulled off something really special. George has to teach an extension course in a nearby city. When I offered to go along one time, he enthusiastically agreed. I offered him the use of my tiny sports car, and we set off that night for what turned out to be the most interesting ride I’ve ever had. Now, this man is highly sexed and can come in any position, anytime, anywhere, but I must admit I underestimated the power of his wonderfully athletic body and his fantastically carnal imagination.
Shortly after we took off, with George driving, I started fooling with his hair and kissing his neck. He managed, in between shifting gears, to get his hand into my pants and start warming my pussy. I unzipped his fly and took out his beautiful cock. Then I let my tongue explore the shaft and swollen head of his wondrous love machine.
The car shot through the night as I continued to tease him, and when he could take no more he told me I would have to get my pussy on his cock. Hiking my skirt above my thighs, I swung my right leg over him, bending my knee and jamming it between the car door and his bucket seat. I was facing him then, and I leaned to the left so he could see the road. I sat down hard on his cock, which was standing at attention, and he entered me at fifty miles an hour.
I started moving up and down. He wedged his heel into the floor of the car so he could control the gas pedal. I came within minutes, but I wasn’t done with him yet. I eased myself off his cock and got back in my seat beside him, put my mouth around him and finished him off while we streaked along the highway. Somehow, we managed to get to his class.
It had been so exciting that we decided we would try it again on our way home. We were pumping full blast on a lonely stretch of road while going fifty-five, when up over a hill came an eighteen-wheeler blinding us with its headlights. The truck was going quite slow, and the angle of the lights provided the driver with a perfectly illuminated view of my back and my lover’s front. Our position in the car and the smile on my lover’s face gave us away, I’m sure. The CBs must have been buzzing that night with one man’s version of what he saw—and probably couldn’t believe.
My lover seems to get off on risky sex. Next I’m going to hide under his desk at school, positioning myself between his legs. I will then give him glorious head while one of his superiors (department head or college VP) is in his office discussing important business, never suspecting what’s going on!
My favorite stud claims that he can come without any outward clues or change in facial expression, but if we can pull this one off, I bet he’ll smile a lot!
—Ms. C.T., Sacramento, California