Follow his lead

Looking up at the man standing in front of me, I kept my motion on his cock, bobbing back and forth as I took him in my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate his size.

I continued that servicing until he moved back, giving an order that I dutifully obeyed:
"On the desk, now." He commanded, helping me to my feet and bending me over his cleared desk.

Standing behind me, he had me bent over in front of him, still dressed. That was quickly remedied as his hands hiked up my dress and lowered the panties underneath, giving him unobstructed access to my fuckhole.

I moaned at his forceful manipulation of my supple body, as his fingers drifted their way towards my fiery pussy.

"You're wet like a bitch in heat." He commented, his words stinging yet powerful, as he lined himself up against my entrance, ready to put himself in.

And he pushed forward, both of us slamming into his desk as his cock entered me with ****, a passionate filling feeling engulfing me and bringing me beautiful pleasure.

His cock entered me, lodged deep inside, girthy and big, and took its space in my wet snatch, bobbing slowly as it situated itself.

Then it retreated, an intruder moving backwards, leaving... Then entering again, this time just as forceful as the first, an animal that is looking for sexual satisfaction.

And a bitch in heat giving him that satisfaction, moaning appreciatively, as his cock slowly but forcefully started pistoning in and out of my love hole, a rocking motion that shook the desk, powerful thrusts that took without remorse and left behind a panting needy bitch, moaning out her appreciation.

Thrust after thrust after thrust. Slowly but surely, his pace quickened as he took me from behind, a tool for his satisfaction that was being plowed like a common whore.

And yet I liked the feeling, and I appreciated the opportunity he was giving me.

He was more than double my age, yet he chose me as a device to get his rocks off for the evening. And I was grateful as my hole kept being filled by his magnificent cock, then emptied, the filled again.

And I moaned in appreciation and I looked in front of me and out into the open February air as I kept getting fucked from behind, a conquest for the evening that played games and found her answer. I moaned my appreciation, flowing back and forth, held by is powerful hands on my hips as they guided my movement.

Back and forth, in and out, and higher and higher my moans and his grunts rose, until he could take it no more.

He pulled out, hiked my dress even higher on my obedient body, and stared at my ass as he stroked himself to completion, his pleasure the only that mattered to him.

My hand jolted down to my snatch to give my clit the final flicks it required, hopeful to finding the sweet release of an orgasm of my own.

Warm liquid came in bursts, covering my supple ass and back and slowly flowing down to the floor below, as I fiddled with my clit like a bitch in heat trying her best to find her release.

I was getting sullied by someone who could be my father, and that thought pushed me over the edge, as I coursed through the emotions that rode through me and moaned out in delight, feeling the sperm covering my backside as I got my needed orgasm in front of my domineering professor.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me, and I moaned in happiness.

A perfect ending to a perfect valentine evening. With my naughty professor.

I smiled to myself, before his command to get dressed and get going came to me.

"Yes sir. Sorry." I subserviently said, rushing to put on my panties despite his dripping cum and readying to leave.