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Running the flat of my tongue from the root of his cock, I trace the contours of a prominent vein that branches off to the side. With back and forth motions, I work my way up the underside of his shaft to the spot where it meets the head.
There’s a sensitive part there that always draws out a moan from Professor Segul when I lave at it with my tongue. I lap at it with gentle strokes, making his thighs tremble.
This is actually quite fun.
When I tire of that spot, I take my time, kissing around that big, juicy head and watching the precum on his slit grow and grow until it looks like it’s going to spill. Just before it reaches that point, I gather the fluid on my tongue. To make sure I take it all, I lick up and down the width of his cock hole.
Professor Segul tightens his thighs around my shoulder and clears his throat.
“Are you alright, Marius?” asks Dr. Xander.
“We’re on a first name basis, now?” the professor asks.
“Oh.” Dr. Xander sounds disappointed. “I thought that after yesterday and with you helping me with my lecture, and our plans for the weekend…”
The other man’s voice trails off, and I can imagine Professor Segul eviscerating him with those penetrating eyes. Eyes that could probably make me cum if he stared at me for long enough.
But right now, I’m staring into the eye of his huge dick, and it’s winking at me to continue.
As I swirl my tongue around his glans, Professor Segul threads his fingers into my hair and gives my scalp a reassuring stroke. My pussy purrs at the unspoken praise.
When I slip him between my lips and prepare to take him all the way down, the fingers in my hair tighten. I pull out and glare at his hand, letting his thick, wet cock bob up and down.
He waves his palm up and down. I’m pretty sure he’s ordering me to go slowly.
My eyes widen. He cannot be serious.
There’s no way in hell I can keep this up for however long it takes for Dr. Xander to stop talking. The man is actually delivering the economics lecture and going off at lots of tangents, the way he usually does in class.
I snap my teeth to signify my annoyance, but now Professor Segul drums his fingers on his thigh.
This is the universal sign for If you keep me waiting a moment longer, I’ll paddle your ass until your bruises get bruises.
Sending out a silent plea for Dr. Xander to wrap up his mini lecture and leave, I clamp my lips around the side of Professor Segul’s shaft and give it a gentle suck.
His fingers stroke my hair, and I preen at his gesture of approval. But when I bring my hands up to grip him, he yanks at my hair.
“Shit,” I hiss through my teeth.
“What was that?” Dr. Xander says.
My stomach drops. This is it.
The moment Dr. Xander bends down and finds me hiding beneath the desk, molesting the new professor.
Fuck.
Everyone already knows me as the girl who tried to fellate a banana. If I get caught like this, rumors will spread around the university, and I’ll get expelled.
And then Dad will emerge from wherever he’s hiding himself just to tell me he was right. That I’m the same as all women. My thoughts gallop like an out of control stallion until the professor’s voice slices through my mind’s rantings.
“I’m having trouble with this chair,” he replies, sounding like he’s genuinely aggrieved with his office furniture.
“Building maintenance could replace it for you,” Dr. Xander says, sounding unusually hopeful. “Would you like me to—”
“I’ll send them a message myself,” the professor replies, and gives me a few impatient taps on the head. “Let’s just continue with what we were doing before.”
Dr. Xander pauses, and I imagine right now, he’s confused because they weren’t doing anything but sitting there, talking about economics.
