I sat in my office, pretending to grade papers. I had a big pile of student reports describing their experiences with masturbation, kissing, and oral sex. They were all progressing. But was I giving them what they needed? Was anyone being left behind due to lack of individual attention? It would be so much better if I could work with just one couple at a time....I buried my face in my hands. I had done this many times before, yet at this point in every semester I was assailed by the same doubts. And I had my own needs, dammit. "Face it, Professor," I mumbled to myself. "You need to get yourself laid or you are not going to be any good to anyone." For although I piously told my students that intercourse was not necessary for sexual satisfaction, I knew very well that if I didn't get a good reaming by a hard cock on a regular basis my general attitude would suffer. But they were just not ready yet, and if they could wait, I should be able to do the same, right?
Wrong. I enjoyed playing with myself, I enjoyed sucking dicks and eating pussies, but I also needed to get fucked. No way around it. And I had almost made a grave mistake with Michael a few days ago. After his less than satisfactory experience with Pamela during the mutual masturbation lab exercise, I had decided to reward him. And had very nearly ended up fucking him.
I had sent him to my office to wait for me while I attended to Pamela's anorgasmia problem, which I'm happy to say was quickly solved with a little kindness and the gift of an excellent vibrator. When I made it back to Michael, I had caught him beating his meat and sniffing a pair of my damp panties which he had stolen. Of course I was not at all upset by this, but he was momentarily humiliated and I had to make up for that too. Business first, of course; I had treated him to a private viewing of my personal masturbation techniques, but then things began to get out of hand. I started out by sitting naked on the leather couch in my office and inviting him to kneel in front of me for a close-up view of my pussy. I showed him all the components and invited him to explore on his own using his fingers. He was very gentle and obviously quite excited by it. I leaned back and relaxed as he caressed and stroked my sopping snatch.
"You liked the smell of my panties, didn't you, Michael?" I said. "Why don't you get a little closer so you can smell my pussy?"
He looked up at me inquiringly, a ray of sunlight illuminating his golden curls. My randy cunt contracted involuntarily, and I felt a surge of fragrant juice flood my already thoroughly lubricated snatch. "It's OK," I encouraged him.
He lowered his angelic head until his nose grazed my pussy lips and inhaled deeply. I combed my fingers through his pretty hair. "It's a little early for this, but we will be getting to it soon anyway, so you may kiss it if you like, Michael," I murmured.
I didn't have to suggest more than once. He kissed my slippery pussy lips gently once, then again, and before I knew it he was delving into my sopping cunt with his rather long tongue. I moaned. So hot....He found my clit with his fingers and was rubbing it rather too roughly. I pushed his head away and put my hand over his. "That's a little too much, dear," I told him.
