"Anything you want." was all she said. Every time she came to me like this, I was struck by how honestly happy to say that she sounded.
I fumbled with my belt and turned towards her in my chair. Without needing any further prompting, she reached up to help me get my pants open, then bowed her head into my lap.
She'd been coming to me periodically, like this, since the start of the semester. I'd come to know her as a woman of many and varied sexual talents, but nowhere was she more proficient than in the realm of fellatio. The movements of her head and tongue, the way she knew precisely where to apply pressure, the gentle caressing of her hands on my thighs and scrotum. She even knew precisely when and how to press down with her teeth to make it a tantalizing gesture, rather than a terrifying one.
She would drive me to the edge, then slow her movements to prevent me from finishing too quickly. She continued again and again until I was driven wild! I didn't even realize when I stood and pressed into her, but she reacted quickly, relaxing as I pushed down her throat. I heard a delicate gagging sound, and a slight thump as she tried to pull away but was stopped by my desk.
I bent forward over her, grabbing the other end of my desk top tightly as I thrust into her mouth as violently as I'd ever thrust into any part of her. She remained on her knees, head bent back over the edge of my desk, resting on my mousepad. I fucked her, and she gagged, and she choked, but she never once pushed me away.
I gasped and stepped back, pulling myself from her lips and erupting across her face, into her eyes, and in her hair. My knees buckled and I fell back into my chair, exhausted. She giggled happily, and I looked down to see her squinting at me from the ejaculate in her eyes.
She was always this way after our little trysts, as giddy as a child with candy. I watched as she buried her face in her hands, gasping for air between her laughter, and rubbing my semen all over her face, her hair, her neck, and down to her collar bone.
She still had a grin on her face when she stood, her skin glistening, her hair wet and matted together, and smelling thoroughly of sex. She spun on her heel and nearly skipped out of my office without waiting for me to clean myself up. I had to scramble to hide my dick as she opened the door.
Reluctantly, I returned to grading papers. Shortly I came upon her assignment. As always her work was the best in her class. I don't know why she came to me, because she certainly didn't need a boost on her grades.
But I wasn't complaining.
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