Sucking Ione's huge tits

I should probably tease Ione a little, but I’m too turned on to restrain myself. My fingers tremble a little as I undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra that doesn’t cover much of a huge pair of tits. She shrugs the blouse off and tosses it in the corner, moaning softly as I bury my face in her cleavage. I kiss and lick all over the slopes of her great satiny peaks and down into the valley between. She moans and rubs her clit on my rod. I spend a minute or three stroking her back and kissing the upper part of her big mounds, then undo the clasps of her bra—I’ve gotten good at this—and let it fall away.

As Ione finishes removing the bra, I lean back to get a good look at her treasures. They are indeed huge, though not the biggest I’ve seen; there has been some settling of the contents, but they’re still very nicely shaped. Her nipples are moderate in size, while her areolae are oval and quite large. They’re a dark enough brown to be surprising even against her tanned skin. I brush a finger over one, and she moans. “You have beautiful tits,” I whisper.

Ione moans again and leans forward to kiss me hungrily. She breaks off the kiss after a few moments, raises herself up on my lap, and commands, “Suck them.”

“I want to play with them first,” I tell her. I lift Ione’s supple mounds to feel their weight in my fingers, stroking their stiff peaks lightly with my thumbs. I flex my fingers, feeling the weight shift with my movements, then slide my hands outward and press her boobs together. I let them slip from my fingers and watch them bounce as I stroke the outsides of her big melons; my hands roam up and around to their upper slopes before drifting back down heel-first to rub her eager nipples with my wrist bones. She moans and reaches between our legs to fondle my prick, running her fingertips up and down my shaft and feathering them over the head.

I bring my hands down a little further so that Ione’s urgent titbuds are pressing into the centers of my palms, then wrap my fingers as far around her golden globes as I can and start kneading them gently. As I do, I rub my palms against her nipples, enjoying their hardness. She moans as my hands play over her satiny skin and squeeze her supple titflesh. “Oooooooh, Andrew,” she says in a husky voice, “your hands feel fucking amazing on my big tits. Pinch my nipples, baby. Pull them and twist them—they like it a little rough. Ohhhh, please, take my tits.”

I do as Ione asks, and she moans louder. I capture her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching them and rolling them against my thumbs, then pull them and twist gently. “Yeah—yeah—yeah—yeah,” she moans. “More—more—more—” When I bend forward and suck one of her titbuds into my mouth, shifting my hand back to squeeze her heavy boob, I feel her shudder. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” she says breathily. “Suck my tits. Feast on me, baby.” She squeezes my prick and starts wanking me harder and faster.

I suckle her nipple rapidly, then open my mouth and flick it repeatedly with my tongue. I caress it with my lips, then suck as much of Ione’s lush breast into my mouth as I can. I rub her boobs against each other, releasing her nipple to kiss along the crevice where her boobs meet. I bring her nipples together and divide them with my tongue, letting it curl around each of them in turn. I rub them against each other and then suck on both at once, nipping them lightly with my teeth and teasing them with my tongue. I plunge my face between her tits, squeezing them against my cheeks as I pull and twist their urgent points. I lean back and lash one of her nipples with my tongue while I continue to pull and twist the other one, then switch sides and pull her nipple hard with my mouth. “Take me, baby,” Ione moans. “Feast on my body—suck my big tits. Oooooh, stud, you’re making me soooo horny, sucking on my big tits.”

Dr. Ione Griffith is a powerful woman who keeps herself tightly controlled. She’s driven and ambitious. She’s a dominant figure. I suspect she fantasizes about being dominated by a man—not in any **** or unhealthy way, to be sure, but a man to whom she can give up control and just let go. I decide to take a chance.

“Does it turn you on, Ione, to be fucking a student in your office?” I ask. “Does it make you feel naughty to have your hand on a student’s cock while he eats your melons? Does it make you feel like a real woman again, not just a professor?”

“Ooooooh, baby, it makes me so horny,” Ione moans. “Please, fuck me hard, right here in my office.”

“You have the mind of a physicist, but you’re a slut at heart, aren’t you?” I demand. “Tell me you’re a hungry little cockslut who needs to get fucked.”

“Ohhhh, I’m a slut, I’m a slut for you—please, Andrew, I need your cock,” Ione gasps. “I’m such a slut, I need you to fuck me.”

“That’s right. You’re a cockslut whose pussy is starving for a big, hard cock. What do you want, Ione? Do you want to fuck me right here in your office chair, or do you want me to bend you over your desk, take you from behind, and plow your pussy hard? Or should I back you into the wall and fuck you like the slut you are?”