... special..."

You tilt your head questioningly, but nod none the less. He smiles, ensuring you are steady on your feet before peeling his body from yours, leading you through the building.

You feel eyes on you every time you pass someone, mostly the teenage staff of the theater, the heat between your thighs growing with every gaze. The cool night air that hits you as you follow Professor Isaac from the building shocks your system, but does nothing to calm your lower lips even as the breeze tickles at them.

He leads you through the parking lot, pulling a set of keys from his pocket. The lights flash on a red Jeep as he hits the unlock button. After helping you in, he hurries to the drivers seat. He barely remembers to put his seatbelt on as he cranks the engine, clicking the safety mechanism into place as he backs out of the space. You buckle yourself in, absently hoping that your dripping pussy doesn't leave a stain on his seat. You feel like a dam with a major leak in it.

Quiet music fills the silence, nearly drowned out by the engine. You look up at Keith's face, catching him looking your way. As you watch, it becomes clear that he is having a difficult time keeping his eyes focused on the road. Before you can think it through, you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind.

"You'll get to see it all sooner if you focus on getting there."

Your words and their implications seem to do the trick, your professor's eyes suddenly glued to the road ahead. You suppress a giggle, turning your attention out the window. As the car continues through the city streets, your mind wanders back to something he said earlier. Maybe for the next time you're in class, you'll dress just a little more revealing-- not nearly as **** as right now, of course; just enough that most people won't think anything is odd about your attire. Then, you can ask to see Keith after class for some... extra help...

He makes turn, and your surroundings soon transform. You're entering the more residential section of town. Wait. You know this place.

Just as you realize where he is taking you, you arrive. He pulls into parking place close to the one of the buildings, close to a back door.

"Hang on," he instructs as you both remove your seatbelts, and you comply. He pulls something out of his back seat, handing it to you.

A hooded jacket. Understanding, you pull the garment on, making sure the hood obscures your face. Just in case, you keep your face down as he opens the door for you, leading you inside. Just before the door to the building closes behind you, he hits the lock button on his keys.

"There're no cameras in the offices," he whispers in your ear, keeping his hand on the back of your shoulder, putting on an act of your presence here at this time of night being completely innocent. You hug yourself tightly, hoping to give off the appearance of a troubled young person receiving help from your professor.

Within minute, the two of you are entering his office, he closing and locking the door behind you. As soon as he has the blinds drawn on the windows, you remove the coat.

"Damn," he mutters. You turn to face him, blushing as his eyes drink you in. "I could get used to that sight." You flush furiously, unable to meet his eyes as you smile demurely. Your avoidance doesn't last long, Keith tipping your chin up as he steps closer, smiling warmly before taking your lips in his own. After a brief, gentle, loving moment, his passion is unbridled, his tongue delving into your parted lips. Your arms slip around his neck as his other hand runs down your side.

You moan as he slips one hand under your shirt, beginning to lift it up over your breasts. His other hand joins it, and the two of you part only long enough to pull the garment completely free, immediately resuming your lip-locked embrace. The fabric of his button-up shirt rubs against your nipples, the material more rough than you might have expected.

Two tremulous hands start to work, untucking and slowly unbuttoning his top. You can hardly believe you're doing this, but your hands seem to be on autopilot. His hands gently fondle your breasts, toying with your stiff nipples languidly. Again, he only releases them to allow you to pull his shirt from his arms. It drops to the floor alongside yours.

His attention turns towards your lower garments, hands feeling around for a zipper, groping everything along the way. His muscular chest is hot against yours, the skin-to-skin contact sending shivers through your spine. Your patience fades, your hands fumbling with his belt and pants zipper. Finally, he determines that he can just push your lower garment down, running his hands along your hips as he does so. A few inches down, it drops to the ground, leaving you in only your shoes and thong. The two of you finally pull apart. Before he can move to remove his pants, you drop to your knees, lowering both his outer and under garments as you go. His cock nearly hits you in the face, springing to attention excitedly.

His pants around his ankles, you look up, smiling as you gently wrap your fingers around him. He let out a low groan as you begin to slowly stroke, hand coming to tangle in your hair as you bring your tongue to assist. You take your time to enjoy giving this blowjob, savoring the taste, learning the feel of every centimeter you can touch. His grip tightens reflexively when you take an experimental lick at his balls.

You soon have him moaning and groaning almost constantly, your mouth around his cock as your head drags slowly back and forth, up and down his length. Now that you control the pace, you find it much more comfortable going all the way down to his crotch, feeling your dampness increase at the thought alone that you are doing a good job at pleasing him.

"Oh... John..." he moans. You pull all the way off.

"Yes, Professor Isaac?" You put on the most innocent face and tone you can manage, all things considered. He groans, tugging your head forward once more. Without further instruction, you set about your task again.

"I-I'm gonna..." His warning comes too late for you to change your mind. He adds his second hand to your head, holding you tightly to his groin as he cums directly down your throat. Your eyes try to roll, but you manage to maintain eye contact with him the entire time. Finally, he slowly draws you off of him, panting softly as he releases you. You lick your lips, enjoying the lingering taste.

Without a word, he bends down, picking you up and stepping out of his pants before hefting you up onto his desk. It's his turn to take to his knees. You shiver, watching as he takes your thong in his teeth, pulling it away from your slit with his mouth alone. Once he reaches your knees, he lets his hands take over removing them from you completely, leaning in once again.

You gasp, hands rushing to his head as his tongue first contacts your clit. He wastes no time, diving face-first into your pussy, eating away as if it were a five-star meal. You can't hold back the moans and cries, driven crazy by the attention. After a minute of attention, you feel yourself start to tense up, your fingers tightening on his hair.

You whine in protest as he pulls away, ignoring your attempts to bring him back. He doesn't leave you unattended for long, however, lining his cock with your slit as soon as he is standing.

"I've waited so long for this..." he admits with a smile, eyes locking your gaze with his as he teases your entrance with his tip.