Her face

"Her face!" Gary is really into this; he wants you to demean his wife. "Cover her face!"

"On your knees!" You look down on the hot professor. She immediately drops to the floor. A few hard strokes of your pussy-slicked cock and a flood of cum jets out. The first blast hits Professor Porter right between the eyes, the second drops down on her panting lips. She licks up a glob and swallows it down.

"Leave it there!" I order. "Get up and let it run down your face."

You strip completely. "Gary, why don't you get comfortable too." The professor's husband puts down the video camera and pulls off his clothing. He's got a nice cock, not too big but plenty thick.

You look back at the professor. Your cum is dripping from her face onto her white, silk blouse - her eyes are fixed on your cock - she wants more!

"Why don't you serve Gary and me dinner now." You move into the dinning room and sit at the head of the table. Gary sits to your side. He pours you both a glass of what looks to be an expensive wine.

The professor carries in the food and places it on the table in front of you. Rare beef, mashed potatoes, carrots, green beans, and gravy. It's steaming and smells delicious. She moves toward a chair on your other side.

"No, Professor," she stops dead in her tracks, "why don't you sit on my lap." You point down at your cock - it's hard and ready already.

Slowly, your professor lowers herself onto your cock. She snuggles into you; you kiss her neck and reach around her, squeezing her tits. You decide that she is going to feed you with her bare hands - it's a simple command.

"So, Gary,” you smile at her husband while Professor Porter feeds you bits of meat, "have you ever fucked your wife's ass?"