The afternoon light slanted through the half-closed blinds of Professor Bluey’s office, painting thin golden bars across the low leather sofa opposite his desk. A tap on the door, a pause for a beat then it opened a little - "Hi" her voice soft, "Are you...ready for me?" a flicker of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
He spun in his chair to face the door, "Miss Gold, punctual as ever" he smiled. "Do come in". As she entered the room his gaze wandered over her, her coat open showing a long loose skirt and a white shirt.
"I'll put my coat here?" she removed her coat, the white shirt tight across her large breasts, two hard buds clearly showing as she turned and smiled at him. His gaze greedily took her in as he motioned to the sofa. This wasn't her first "tutorial", and her belly tingled with excitement, her knickerless pussy gave a gently throb.
The conversation wandered for a few minutes about the text she was supposed to be reading. Her gaze wandered over his chest, downwards, his too drifted over her body. She tucked her feet under her and pulled the skirt a little to rest on her thigh noticing as he took in the movement. She continued the discussion, almost on autopilot, feeling her pussy tingling.
She wriggled and sitting upright, drew her feet up onto the sofa. Knee together, the skirt fell back to her hips. She felt herself flush—not from embarrassment, but from the sharp, delicious thrill of letting him see.
His eyes took in her display, a slight grin on his lips her plump, pink lips already glistening with anticipation. She she rested her chin on one raised knee and watched him watch her, heartbeat loud in her ears. His expression stayed calm, gentle—except for the way the corner of his mouth lifted, just enough to show he knew exactly what game she was playing.
“Miss Gold..." he said, raising an eyebrow "You seem distracted"
She bit her lower lip, letting her thighs ease open a fraction. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to focus” she murmured.
“Wider please, Miss gold,” he said quietly. Her breath caught. She obeyed.
"Are you wet already?" He asked smiling. "I'm Soaking sir" She said.
“Miss Gold, you are being extremely inappropriate.” his eyes glittering with mock disapproval even as they drank in the sight of her glistening pussy. “A student, flashing her professor like some naughty little exhibitionist. What would the dean say?”
Goldie’s pussy throbbed, looking up under long lashes . “I’m so sorry, Professor,” she murmured, voice soft and contrite, though the tiny smile tugging at her mouth gave her away. “I didn’t mean to be… inappropriate...”
Bluey leaned back in his chair, this thickening cock clearly visible in his trousers. He studied her for a beat,
“Very well,” he said at last, tone light but edged with command. “Lock the door, please. We wouldn’t want any interruptions while you make recompense, would we?”
Goldie’s belly tingled with excitement and she slid off the sofa, the loose dress falling back to mid-thigh as she crossed the small office. The lock clicked under her fingers—loud in the quiet room—and she turned back to find him watching her with that same calm, predatory patience.
“Come here,” he said, pointing in front of him. “Stand in front of me. Hands behind your back.”
She obeyed instantly, stepping between his spread knees until the toes of her bare feet brushed his polished shoes. Her hands clasped at the small of her back, pushing her chest forward so the thin cotton stretched tight across her breasts, nipples already peaked and obvious.
Bluey’s gaze roamed over her slowly, appreciatively. “Bend over please. Hands on the desk.”
She turned, heart hammering, and braced her palms on the edge of his wide desk. The position lifted her bottom, arched her back, made the hem of her dress ride up again.
“Lift your dress for me,” he instructed, voice soft, almost gentle. “Show me what you were so eager to display earlier.”
Fingers trembling with anticipation, she gathered the skirt in both hands and drew it slowly up over her hips, bunching it at her waist. The motion bared her completely—round bottom, the slick, swollen lips already parted and shining.
She heard him, softly, “Good girl.”
The first smack landed light—more a warm, startling caress than punishment—his broad palm connecting with the fleshiest part of her right cheek. Goldie gasped, more from surprise than sting, and instinctively rocked forward.
“Stay still Miss Gold,” he murmured.
Another smack, on the left cheek, just as gentle, just as deliberate. Once more his hand smacked down onto each cheek. Between each measured spank he let his fingers caress her smooth backside —tracing the sensitive crease where thigh met bottom, skimming the outer lips of her pussy without parting them, brushing feather-light over the tight little puckered arse above until she whimpered and pushed back for more.
“Still please Miss Gold,” he teased, "Sorry sir, I'm trying..." Another soft smack that made her jolt. His fingertips returned immediately, circling her entrance without breaching, gathering her wetness only to spread it in slow, maddening strokes along her folds. “Look how wet you get just from a little correction. You like being reminded who’s in charge, don’t you?”
“Yes sire,” she breathed. She could feel her pussy throb, clenching around nothing, aching.
The air filled with the sound of another fleshy smack, her cheeks tingling and sensitive. He slipped two fingers along her slit, parting her, bumping against her clit before withdrawing entirely.
“Please,” she whispered, hips squirming involuntarily back to where his fingers had been.
"All in good time" he chuckled. His palm came down once more, his had resting on her cheek, once again his fingers slipped underneath circling around her slick, stroking along her puffy lips.
Bluey’s palm came down again—still that same measured, playful rhythm— her cheeks now sensitive and tingling.
Goldie’s breath hitched every time, small, needy sounds slipping past her lips despite her best efforts to stay composed. She hovered right on the delicious edge of too much and not nearly enough.
His fingers once more wandered over her cheek,tracing the cleft of her bottom with slow, deliberate intent. He parted her cheeks gently, exposing her tight, puckered arse. Goldie whimpered, hips twitching forward before she could stop herself.
"Good girl.” he murmured, thumb circling her arse, slick from her leaking pussy, lazy, feather-light strokes. The pad of his thumb pressed lightly—not entering, just enough to make her clench and flutter around the promise of more.
Then he leaned forward. Warm breath ghosted over her heated skin first, a teasing prelude that had her trembling before his mouth even touched her. When his tongue finally made contact—soft, wet, deliberate—it was a slow, flat lick from the top of her pussy, achingly slow before pushing gently at her arse, circling her entrance with languid patience. Goldie gripped the edge of the desk harder, as he explored her there with the same unhurried exquisite frustration.
Another slow swirl of his tongue, then dipping to her pussy and gently sucking her swollen we lips into his mouth. She gasped and rocked back toward his mouth. He pulled away just as her hips began to chase the pressure, leaving her empty and aching all over again.
“Legs wider, please Miss Gold,” he said quietly.
She obeyed at once, spreading her feet farther apart. The position opened her completely—pussy glistening, swollen, lips parted.
Bluey’s fingers returned at last, sliding along her slick folds without hurry. He traced the outer lips first, gathering her wetness, then parted her gently so the pad of one finger could circle her entrance—slow, shallow. Then finally brushing her clit with the lightest possible touch, then gently teasing and rolling between his fingers. Goldie’s hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more.
“Please sir...” She groaned. "Not quite yet" he murmured, voice thick with amusement and hunger. His middle finger returned to her entrance, pressing just inside—barely an inch—before withdrawing to circle her clit again, slick and maddeningly gentle. Every time her breathing quickened, every time her thighs began to shake with the building pressure, he eased off—sliding back to tease her opening, the rolling over her clit, so close…
“Please,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Please sir…”
"You've been such a good girl...no cumming please. Not without permission"
Bluey’s fingers continued their slow, merciless dance—sliding through her slickness with feather-light pressure, circling her clit in lazy, widening loops that made her hips roll forward in helpless little jerks. He kept the touch maddeningly soft, never quite pressing where she needed it most, dipping shallowly inside her only to retreat and trace across her swollen clit again.
Goldie’s thighs quivered; her breathing had turned ragged, gentle groaning filled the quiet office. Every brush against her clit sent tingles, throbs through her pussy, tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.
He felt it too—the way her inner walls fluttered around his teasing fingertip, her moans grew more desperate. Her body began to tense, the edge rapidly approaching... he pulled away his hand.
Goldie whimpered, hips chasing the lost contact. “No—please—”
“Remember to ask permission, please.” Bluey murmured, voice low and chiding, amused. He sucked on his wet fingers, tasting her sweet pussy.
She rested against the cool wood of the desk. “Sorry sir, I could help myself”
His palm cracked down once on her already flushed bottom—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to make her gasp and clench. A second smack followed on the opposite cheek, the sound echoing in the locked room. Stinging, tingling danced across her cheeks.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “Now stay just like that. Don’t move.”
Goldie heard the soft rustle behind her first—the creak of leather as he shifted, the faint metallic clink of a belt buckle being undone. Fabric whispered as it slid over skin, trousers unzipped and pushed down. She closed her eyes, bathing in the frustration, her pussy aching for release. The knowledge that he was now bare behind her, hard and ready, sent a fresh gush of wetness down her inner thighs.
Then his hands were on her again—warm palms smoothing over her hips, thumbs spreading her cheeks once more. He leaned in close enough that she felt the heat of his body, the brush of coarse hair against the backs of her thighs. His breath ghosted over her still-tingling skin, raising goosebumps.
“Such a pretty little arse and pussy,” he murmured, almost to himself. The first kiss landed soft—a slow, open-mouthed press to the curve where cheek met thigh. Then another, higher, tracing the flushed skin he’d spanked so carefully. His lips moved with the same unhurried patience he’d shown everywhere else: kissing, nipping lightly, soothing with his tongue. He worked his way inward, deliberate, until his mouth hovered over her arse again.
Goldie’s breath hitched. She felt the wet heat of his tongue return—slow circles at first, then firmer laps that made her toes push, trying to stay still. His, lips nibbling, kissing, with a soft, wet sound. One hand slid between her legs again, fingers resuming their torment—stroking her clit in slow, slippery circles while his tongue teased and probed, never quite breaching, only promising. The dual sensation built her back up fast—too fast. Her moans turned pleading, body trembling on the brink once more. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but the pleasure coiled unbearably tight.
“Professor—please—I’m—” He pulled away again—mouth and fingers both—leaving her empty, throbbing, so close she could have sobbed. “Not without permission,” he reminded her gently, though his voice was rougher now, thick with his own arousal.
Behind her, she felt the thick head of his cock brushing the back of her thigh
His hand on her hips, the thick, warm length of his cock settled against the cleft of her arse—velvet-hard skin sliding along the flushed, sensitive skin he’d kissed and spanked so thoroughly. He didn’t push inside. Not yet. Instead he rocked forward gently, letting the broad head nudge against her tight entrance with steady, insistent pressure—enough to make her feel gentle stretch
Goldie’s breath caught in a soft, broken moan. Her hips tilted back instinctively, seeking more, but he controlled the rhythm: a slow glide upward through her cleft, then back down, the slick head catching briefly at her entrance before he pressed forward again—just the tip, just enough to part her, to make her muscles flutter and begin to yield. The moment she started to relax into it, muscles softening around the intrusion, he eased back entirely, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing.
“God, please sir—” she whimpered
“Good girl,” he murmured. His free hand slipped between her thighs again, fingers finding her swollen clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slowly—wet, slippery strokes that matched the lazy rock of his hips—while his cock returned to tease her arse with gentle pressure followed by a retreat. Each time he dipped inside a fraction more, letting her feel the stretch, the heat, the way her body wanted to open for him, only to pull away the instant she began to surrender.
The dual sensation built fast—his fingers never letting up on her clit, rubbing in tight, slow relentless circles while his cock played that maddening game of almost-fucking her arse. Pleasure coiled low, tight in her belly, spreading over her hips and pussy with every dip, every slick glide over her clit.
“Please,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Please, sir—I’m so close—let me come, I need to—”
“Not yet,” Goldie groaned but could sense his arousal, he wanted it as badly as her.
He leaned over her, chest on her back, his weight on her. His cock rested heavy and hot against her arse again, not moving, just letting her feel how hard he was, how ready.
Behind her, she felt him shift—slow, deliberate—lining himself up once more, the blunt head kissing her entrance with fresh, teasing pressure. This time he lowered a little and she felt his thick cock head sliding over her drenched pussy. He pushed gently and both gasped as he slid slowly deep into her. One long slow stroke and he could feel her pussy grip his cock.
He took hold of her wrists, keeping her against the desk. He pulled his hips back, almost to his tip, before slowly pushing back into her. The room filled with wet noises as he kept his slow insistent rhythm. Goldie's pussy felt so sensitive from the continuous teasing, she once again felt her orgasm building, the pressure growing.
"God, sir please can I cum?" She groaned. His breath was shortening and he too moaned as he stroked into her. "Good girl. Cum for me". He pulled out to the tip, then back until he was deep, balls bumping her clit. Her mouth open, eyes screwed shut as she wallowed in the deep pressure inside her, closer, closer with the deep slow strokes.
Suddenly the waves of her cum crashed through her, she grunted, groaned and her pussy clenched again and again, wetness dripping over his cock. He couldn't hold off, her pussy grabbing at his cock made his balls tighten and then explode into her.
He lay gently on her, still gently holding her wrists, his cock twitching and jumping inside her as their cum mixed and dribbled down both of their thighs as their breathing slowed and relaxed, kissing her neck.
