Thrash my pussy

Here, at the desk he worked at daily, the desk we had talked over, the desk he had watched me from for the last few weeks, here he bent me over and ripped my bikini bottoms from me with his aggressive hands. The **** of it being torn from me alone made me moan but I soon found my moans silenced. Bundled up the small pink bikini bottoms were **** into my mouth to muzzle my cries of pleasure. I was struck with both the awareness that we were likely not alone in the building and that with my tongue curled through the folds of my bottoms I could taste my own juices. I bit down hard on the bottoms and willed them to stay in place, to hush my pleasure that was impossible to contain.

Bracing myself against the desk with my arms I felt him drag his cock across my bare cheeks before positioning his cock at my entrance, drawing it over my lips before eventually, decisively thrusting into me.

I screamed into my swimsuit and heard the muffled exhale loudly surround me. My teased and tortured pussy begged for release and the new position had only made it feel even better. He thrust in and out of me with renewed energy, pumping his hips back and forth and forcing my own body to rock back and forth with each thrust, a comfortable but **** rhythm forming between us. His right arm grasped onto my waist and used that to pull me back onto his cock at the end of each stroke. His left arm found my back and stroked along my side searching for my breasts to squeeze. Supported and massaged I continued to moan and lowered my head nearly to the desk.

His hand released my breasts and ran along my neck to grasp at my hair. Gathering it up from both sides and bunching it up in a fist he pulled my head back and **** me to stare out of his window.

I looked out across the grounds of the university. The sun sat high in the sky and shone off lecture room windows, that sat upon the many buildings of the campus. People walked across the different paths, oblivious to me, bent over my professors' desk as he pushed his cock in and out of me from behind. With that view I didn't notice his hand had left my waist until I felt the smack land against my ass. I screamed through my stuffed mouth and humped against him harder as more smacks rained down upon my ass. Each one left a sting and intense warmth that spread through my entire body.

Suddenly I was overwhelmed. I was over the crest. My body poured itself over the edge and pleasure scorched every inch of my body. It could have been the third spank or the 300th that caused me to orgasm but at that point time had lost its meaning. James continued to slam into me as my orgasm made me buck and shake while impaled upon his cock. As I started to stop quaking, I felt his member pulsing inside of me and then felt him pull out of my pussy fully.

I felt his movement behind me and then white-hot shots of cum pelted my ass and back. My fingers dived between my legs as I extended the pleasure by roughhousing my clit. I shook for a few more seconds and felt my juices running over my fingers.

The last pulses of mine and James' orgasms finally wore out and I collapsed heavily onto his desk, utterly exhausted.

"You're so beautiful." I heard from behind me.

"Mhmmiphffer." Was my shaky response. I would like to say that was solely because of the bikini bottoms still hanging from my teeth but the orgasm had mostly rendered me speechless.

I started to come around as his shining face looked down at my contented visage. He stroked my hair and gently released my bikini bottoms from my mouth. I saw his cock bobbing off to the side, a droplet of cum still hanging onto the head.

I laughed.

"What?" He asked confused but not concerned.

"I was just thinking," I said through deep breaths "that I'm making good progress in these sessions."

He chuckled, "Same time next week then?"

"Sure, but buy me dinner afterwards."

His face registered momentary worry and his eyes flicked around at his office. His gaze was searching for that which he cared about, concerned about losing it. However, eventually, his gaze found me, laying contentedly over his desk, with my back covered in his cum, shimmering in the light. He exhaled and his face relaxed. He'd surprised himself when he realised, he had found what his eyes sought out.

"Sounds good to me. Are you going to be wearing the same outfit?" He asked cheekily.

I looked at him in mock shock. "Goodness no!" My voice dropped to a faux whisper. "My outfit will be far less concealing. The weather is getting warmer after all."