were giving to her body. He didn't try to disguise that face as he took in her long legs and slender thighs, the neat hips and waist that opened out to the swell of her ample breasts.
"I'll come straight to the point, Louise. You are a friend of Paula's, your accommodation is unsuitable and I have a room free. Your reasons for coming here tonight were not just visiting your friend were they?"
"Why yes they were actually,” she lied, not wanting to drop her friend in the mire or to show just how much contact there was between the two friends.
"Let me put it to you another way then,” the professor said in an irritated tone. “I have a spare room here that you can have but not if you continue to lie to me."
"Okay, yes I do want the room and yes Paula asked you to invite me so that we could bring the subject up over dinner."
"That's better, I won't be lied to, remember that,” he said firmly. “How tall are you?"
"Nearly six feet."
"So tall and slim, with a thick mane of long blonde hair, you must have men running after you.” He sat back deeper into the settee, his eyes moving constantly up her long legs and to her breasts.
"Chance would be a fine thing, most are scared to approach me. I probably get less men than an unattractive woman.” She assumed a bewildered expression to add emphasis to her statement.
"How much has Paula told you about our arrangements here?"
"That she likes it very much. I know that you pay her and give her a clothes allowance, she does housework and you help her with her studies."
The professor surveyed her silently for a moment.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm twenty, studying psychology, same as Paula."
"How many times have you been fucked?"
"What?” Louise was thrown by the sudden change of questioning.
"You heard me!” he snapped.
"Loads of times, I like sex, can't get enough."
"I'm sorry Louise but it would be a mistake to let you move in here,” the professor said firmly and began to stand.
"Sorry, sorry,” Louise said hurriedly. “It's difficult. I told Paula more times than I actually have, I exaggerated it to her."
"How many times?” the professor asked, standing and walking close to her.
"Not very many, about ten in all.” She looked down at the floor.
"One man?"
"Two. But only once with one of them."
The professor walked around behind her and stood almost touching her. She felt vulnerable and guilty, awaiting his reaction.
"Cock sucking?"
"Twice,” she said softly, ashamed of her inexperience. He was close to her now. She could feel his hardness pressing lightly against the cheek of her buttock. A surge sexual anticipation shot through her.
"Pussy licking?” He was pressing harder against her. His hands rested on her hips and he pulled her onto him. Louise shuddered, unsure whether to respond or just wait. She decided to do nothing and shook her head in response to his question.
"Have you ever been tied up, sexy Louise?” His warm breath in her ear made her shudder involuntarily, her pussy ached, the suspense was electrifying.
"No.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “No,” she repeated, more loudly this time. His full hardness was burning into her buttocks through their clothes. Her nipples hardened and she drank in the sexual charge that washed over her as he pulled her onto him.
"How do you feel about those things Louise?” he asked quietly in her ear, his voice thick with arousal.
"I don't really know, I've haven't tried, so I can't really say,” she replied honestly.
The professor released her, she gasped softly as the pleasurable feelings were taken from her. They were powerful and exciting feelings whose full effect on her she hadn't realised until he had moved away.
"Do the thoughts excite you Louise?” It was almost a whisper as he brought his mouth close to her ear. His hand ran through the thick blonde hair, stroking and twisting gently, caressing lovingly and admiring it.
"Yes.” Her voice was low and her
"I'll come straight to the point, Louise. You are a friend of Paula's, your accommodation is unsuitable and I have a room free. Your reasons for coming here tonight were not just visiting your friend were they?"
"Why yes they were actually,” she lied, not wanting to drop her friend in the mire or to show just how much contact there was between the two friends.
"Let me put it to you another way then,” the professor said in an irritated tone. “I have a spare room here that you can have but not if you continue to lie to me."
"Okay, yes I do want the room and yes Paula asked you to invite me so that we could bring the subject up over dinner."
"That's better, I won't be lied to, remember that,” he said firmly. “How tall are you?"
"Nearly six feet."
"So tall and slim, with a thick mane of long blonde hair, you must have men running after you.” He sat back deeper into the settee, his eyes moving constantly up her long legs and to her breasts.
"Chance would be a fine thing, most are scared to approach me. I probably get less men than an unattractive woman.” She assumed a bewildered expression to add emphasis to her statement.
"How much has Paula told you about our arrangements here?"
"That she likes it very much. I know that you pay her and give her a clothes allowance, she does housework and you help her with her studies."
The professor surveyed her silently for a moment.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm twenty, studying psychology, same as Paula."
"How many times have you been fucked?"
"What?” Louise was thrown by the sudden change of questioning.
"You heard me!” he snapped.
"Loads of times, I like sex, can't get enough."
"I'm sorry Louise but it would be a mistake to let you move in here,” the professor said firmly and began to stand.
"Sorry, sorry,” Louise said hurriedly. “It's difficult. I told Paula more times than I actually have, I exaggerated it to her."
"How many times?” the professor asked, standing and walking close to her.
"Not very many, about ten in all.” She looked down at the floor.
"One man?"
"Two. But only once with one of them."
The professor walked around behind her and stood almost touching her. She felt vulnerable and guilty, awaiting his reaction.
"Cock sucking?"
"Twice,” she said softly, ashamed of her inexperience. He was close to her now. She could feel his hardness pressing lightly against the cheek of her buttock. A surge sexual anticipation shot through her.
"Pussy licking?” He was pressing harder against her. His hands rested on her hips and he pulled her onto him. Louise shuddered, unsure whether to respond or just wait. She decided to do nothing and shook her head in response to his question.
"Have you ever been tied up, sexy Louise?” His warm breath in her ear made her shudder involuntarily, her pussy ached, the suspense was electrifying.
"No.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. “No,” she repeated, more loudly this time. His full hardness was burning into her buttocks through their clothes. Her nipples hardened and she drank in the sexual charge that washed over her as he pulled her onto him.
"How do you feel about those things Louise?” he asked quietly in her ear, his voice thick with arousal.
"I don't really know, I've haven't tried, so I can't really say,” she replied honestly.
The professor released her, she gasped softly as the pleasurable feelings were taken from her. They were powerful and exciting feelings whose full effect on her she hadn't realised until he had moved away.
"Do the thoughts excite you Louise?” It was almost a whisper as he brought his mouth close to her ear. His hand ran through the thick blonde hair, stroking and twisting gently, caressing lovingly and admiring it.
"Yes.” Her voice was low and her
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