Netflix & Chill with Michelle

With your already half-turgid dick somewhat satisfied and your balls emptied onto a hot slut's face, you can lean back and rest for a moment, finally taking in the ambience. The apartment is definitely on the lofty side. It seems like the "teaching" gig you landed pays more than any job you've ever held in your miserable life - there's plenty of space, a trendy, somewhat minimalist interior that fails to impress you and a soft, comforting couch under your scrawny naked ass that does. Then again, despite all the fantastic opulence on display, in between the glossy magazines laid out on the cocktail table in front of you, a dildo sticks out like a sour thumb.

You smirk. The thing looks luxurious with how tastefully designed it is, but it's all you need to confirm that while Michelle may have her smarty-pants academic career, she's still a skank like any other. The fact that she's so professional, bubbly and skilled only makes her a better lay. Grabbing a bite out of the cheap, unappetizing plastic trays (the grub is surprisingly good though), you zap on the TV - more out of habit than any real desire to watch anything. Instead, you yawn and take a look over to your side where the two whores are getting it on after tag-teaming your cock, it seems that despite the rather ad-hoc introduction, the two seem to be getting along fine. Michelle seems to be in the lead, the young delivery girl melting under her touch. Now that she's slipped out of her tattered blouse and pencil skirt, you're free to admire her naked back. She's definitely pleasing to the eye, her ample curves and full, but never chubby cheeks giving off a soothing, matronly energy. Everything about her seems to elicit warmth and a mommy energy. You'll definitely love spending the night at her place.

Feeling your eyes on her, the curly-haired matronly MILF looks back at you and gives you a wink to which you reply with a burp before she goes back to meticulously licking off the delivery girl's face inch by inch, passing the thick globs of heavy cream into her mouth and snow-balling back and forth like a passionate lesbian couple instead of the unlikely pairing of "some random wagie trying to make ends meet" and "dignified academic". Now that the delivery girl's cap is knocked off her head, you're free to admire her features and you have to admit you're pleased with what you're seeing. She's definitely got all the signs of too little sleep and chronic service industry desperation, but nevertheless she's alluring in a "girl next door" way. It helps that her "uniform" consists of ass-hugging booty shorts and a bikini top with the company logo right above both nipples seems more suited to Hooters that some random take-away hole-in-the-wall.

Both chicks have a hand in each other's pants while they savor the salty taste of your seed - Michelle's clearly gone all the way and under the visible waistband of the delivery girl's thong and probes her young fuck's sensitive spots. Each motion of her experienced hand is followed by a slutty moan. Wanting to return the courtesy, the younger teen slut has instead pulled Michelle's expensive sheer Italian lace g-string aside and is furiously rubbing the older woman's clit. Her motions are frantic and wild. The delivery girl is clearly enjoying her older lover's ministrations switching to caressing her perky titties. You're getting plenty of entertainment and start slowly stroking your cock. Their styles are radically different - the young girl is unrestrained and letting her passions go and Michelle instead treating the girl-on-girl affair like a scientific experiment at bringing her to orgasm with precise, elegant motions. The biology Professor proves her worth empirically when the delivery girl violently cums first. Michelle intensifies her finger-fucking, bringing the girl to a gushing, squirting orgasm and hungrily drinks her moans with a sudden unprofessional passion. You clap slowly. The scientific method can be so much fun.

Michelle whispers something in her ear and finally picks the drained delivery chick. She has even trouble walking and Michelle has to lead her by the waist (coincidentally showing off both their asses to you). Along the way she picks up the uniform hat and stuffs what looks like a generous amount of bills inside before putting it on the still confused and stumbling chick's face. With how she looks, she's not gonna be working for the day, but probably the money and pleasure she just got will be more than enough compensation. Michelle sends her out with a light smack on her juicy ass, closing the door behind her with a light thud. When she looks back and finds you with your cock in hand and ready to go, the over-exaggerated eye roll of the "finally" expression on the lingerie-clad MILF's matronly face turns into a playful leer. Michelle licks her lips as she eyes your dick and giggles when your turgid meat make a happy little jump in return:

"I'm so sorry David. I'll be right with you. That was so unprofessional of me."

The curvy MILF hurries around the apartment, treating the fact that she's in lingerie and a scrawny stranger is jerking off on her couch with the casual acceptance usually reserved for long-lasting fuck friends.

"I sometimes get carried away. Let's just call it a professional interest."

With how she's flaunting that fuckable butt while fetching an expensive-looking bottle of champagne, you're feeling a bit distracted to properly converse on the level expected of an academic. Instead, you just grunt like a neanderthal.

Still bent over, she looks back and smiles radiantly, making your stroking so much harder suddenly now that you see she's about to unleash all her lust and experience on you. Being with a MILF has its perks, especially with one who has enough passion to match your lust.

"I see you liked my little demonstration, didn't you Professor? Guilty as charged ... I love to show off sometimes. But I'm sure you won't mind. Someone like you can appreciate the professionalism, right?", she purrs into your ear seductively, letting her huge mommy milkers smother your head while she puts the bottle and two glasses down on the table, right next to her pleasure toy.

"Just give me a minute minute to freshen up", she continues, lightly nibbling you. Her hands gently brushes yours aside and she gives you a few of those familiar silky strokes that have you leaking pre-cum into her palms.

"We can mix business and pleasure ... continue what we started earlier. I'm sure the faculty won't mind us getting a bit closer"

Having brought you to the edge, your colleague/fuckbuddy ... what is she actually? ... saunters back to the toilet stall, leaving you to contemplate both the expensive-looking wine and the expensive-looking Hitachi. She's definitely already been mind-boggingly hot in that lingerie she wore for a normal day at the office, so the anticipation of what she'll wear for a romantic date ... ok, who are we kidding - the BJU version of a booty call - is almost killing you. Deciding to zap through to cool off, you munch on the food, wiping off your hands on the couch fabric.

Whilst lazily watching and munching the food before if gets cold, you start to notice a few rather pleasant changes on the TV. At first it seemed like the usual compilation of boring talk-shows, news about wars in far-off countries you don't give a flying fuck about and some aging movies from a few years back. It's only after a few moments of bored, blank staring that you start to figure out some rather fundamental changes.

An actress being interviewed on TV has already been nothing but a jerk-off aid to you, but when she has her tits almost spilling out of a dress more suited for a horny skank at a club than a red carpet, you are pleasantly surprised. There may be more than just a few perverts like you in the world wanting to treat her like a piece of meat rather than watching the ceremony for the content. She's speaking about something you don't care about, but the fact that her dress keeps slipping down the whole time has you squirming in your seat.

When her tits finally pop out, you grunt, satisfied. You always knew she was a fucking slut. She doesn't even blush or anything, and instead shares an innuendo-laden smile with the interviewer who doesn't look half-bad herself. Now that's the kind of content you were always looking for! Fuck those prudish censoring fucks and fuck the billionth' origin story - once you get some prime time tits, your Neanderthal brain has everything it needs.

"Mhmm... She's showing them off again"

Michelle must have come out in the meantime. She's standing behind you and you feel her arms rubbing your neck gently.

"I'm so glad you want to have a relaxing evening at home. Sooo tired of that first date bullshit too. Looking for some super-duper restaurant to impress each other, all that talking. Like ughh: Just tell me you want to get laid. Don't you agree, Professor?"

After nibbling your ear, Michelle steps in front of you. She instantly has your attention.

"Why bother when we can just make out and fuck instead?

Having you rut your hips like the disgusting, basic-instinct driven animal that you are probably counts as a resounding: "YES!".

"Right?", the curly-haired intellectual laughs.

Look like she doesn't have a problem leading the conversation. Before she slips down onto the couch next to you, Michelle does a slow, elegant spin, presenting herself to your eyes. It reminds you of an erotic movie with you in the main role. Gone is the torn blouse with more cleavage than appropriate and the short dress. Her lingerie before was already on the skimpy side, but still practical, consisting of a lacy a push up bra and waist-hugging panties. It already had you hard as rock. But now that she's dressed for the occasion, Michelle looks less like a professor and more like a lingerie model. She's wearing a sheer, dark green lacy three-piece lingerie set, with tasteful motifs woven into the fabric struggling to hide her popping nipples, panties showing the neatly trimmed landing strip over her inviting pussy and garters connected to stockings that make her long legs pop. Still rocking her cute half-rimmed glasses and the winning smile of a woman that knows what she wants. The older woman's naughty librarian look has even more of the blood in your body rushing to your cock. She's not exactly helping you formulate a response other than a rope of pre-cum that splatters against the impeccable fabric on her thigh. Which is a form of "yes" too, if you think about it.

"It's so hard to find a man who agrees. I'm glad we are on the same wavelength here, Professor David"

She leans in, putting her curly head on your shoulder like an intimate lover. For just a brief moment, you almost feel attracted to her in more ways than just pure lust. Then she smiles at you and asks: