throat dry.
His hand ran down her back to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Louise felt a terrific jolt of pleasure in her vulva. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl standing tamely before the headmaster. His hand moved over her buttocks, feeling and caressing, his fingers probing her shape beneath her clothes. Exploring the rounded firm buttocks and the way they dropped away towards her legs. He fondled her silently and she was happy to let him.
"I require total obedience, Louise,” he said, moving round to stand close in front of her and looking down the opening of her blouse.
"Yes, of course,” she answered meekly.
"How do I know that you are truthful in all that you have told me?"
"But I am,” she said quickly.
"How do I know you are serious, Louise?"
She pondered a moment then moved a hand forward to grip his hardness through his trousers. He moaned at the contact, his face flushed. She gripped him harder and saw his eyes half close in pleasure. She smiled and parted her lips sexily, looking straight into his face. Her pussy throbbed with the excitement.
A few moments passed before he cleared his throat to be able to speak.
"The table,” he said simply, indicating the dining table. Louise released him and moved towards it.
"Place you hands on it and bend over.” His voice was cracking with his mounting excitement.
Louise placed her hands firmly on the table, and she trembled slightly with excitement. She bent over and adopted a wide-legged stance, her backside prominent and her short skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her pale blue panties beneath. Her heart beat fast, the veins in her throat pulsing with excitement and anticipation.
His hand was there instantly, beneath the skirt and working underneath the elastic side of her skimpy panties, feeling her soft, firm flesh and moaning his appreciation. His fingers moved to stroke her swollen labia. Louise drew breath as the feelings swept over her, thrilling and delighting her.
His trembling fingers parted her pussy-lips and entered, slipping in easily on her wet juices. She gasped as he pushed into her and he began searching her soft, wet interior. “Mmmm,” she moaned, savouring the feel of his touch and moving her backside slowly from side to side provocatively.
From the gap in the serving hatch to the kitchen, Paula watched the events unfolding, her hand rubbing her swollen clitoris through her panties. Her own body ached to be given the same attention. A pang of jealousy speared her as she recalled how it had taken longer for him to get around to fingering her like that.
The professor withdrew his hand slowly and began licking her juices from his wet finger.
"Turn around!"
Smiling, Louise turned and rested her bottom on the edge of the table, her legs apart. He knelt before her, his hands stroking her long slender thighs, working higher and higher towards her expectant pussy. He lifted her skirt and pulled the material of her panties aside to reveal her soft downy covered pussy, the lips swollen and ready, glistening with her dampness, her breathing fast and heavy.
"Perfect, so perfect,” he whispered.
Louise thrilled at this older man kneeling before her, admiring her, looking at her most secret of places. Far better sexual feelings than she had ever gained from the young boys that she had dated and had groped her. The whole situation was so heavily charged with sexuality, like nothing she had ever known before. She loved it, revelled in it and eagerly awaited his cock inside her.
His free hand was rubbing his erection through his trousers, his face close to her sex, he began to sniff at her pussy, his nose close but not touching, drinking in the clean, musky smell of her freshly powdered pussy.
"I'm a teasing little bitch aren't I?” Louise asked in a low husky voice. “I'm a dirty little bitch for it. I love men wanting to touch me and to feel me."
"Wonderful, simply wonderful!” He buried his nose between the soft open lips of her
His hand ran down her back to rest on the swell of her buttocks. Louise felt a terrific jolt of pleasure in her vulva. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl standing tamely before the headmaster. His hand moved over her buttocks, feeling and caressing, his fingers probing her shape beneath her clothes. Exploring the rounded firm buttocks and the way they dropped away towards her legs. He fondled her silently and she was happy to let him.
"I require total obedience, Louise,” he said, moving round to stand close in front of her and looking down the opening of her blouse.
"Yes, of course,” she answered meekly.
"How do I know that you are truthful in all that you have told me?"
"But I am,” she said quickly.
"How do I know you are serious, Louise?"
She pondered a moment then moved a hand forward to grip his hardness through his trousers. He moaned at the contact, his face flushed. She gripped him harder and saw his eyes half close in pleasure. She smiled and parted her lips sexily, looking straight into his face. Her pussy throbbed with the excitement.
A few moments passed before he cleared his throat to be able to speak.
"The table,” he said simply, indicating the dining table. Louise released him and moved towards it.
"Place you hands on it and bend over.” His voice was cracking with his mounting excitement.
Louise placed her hands firmly on the table, and she trembled slightly with excitement. She bent over and adopted a wide-legged stance, her backside prominent and her short skirt riding up to reveal a hint of her pale blue panties beneath. Her heart beat fast, the veins in her throat pulsing with excitement and anticipation.
His hand was there instantly, beneath the skirt and working underneath the elastic side of her skimpy panties, feeling her soft, firm flesh and moaning his appreciation. His fingers moved to stroke her swollen labia. Louise drew breath as the feelings swept over her, thrilling and delighting her.
His trembling fingers parted her pussy-lips and entered, slipping in easily on her wet juices. She gasped as he pushed into her and he began searching her soft, wet interior. “Mmmm,” she moaned, savouring the feel of his touch and moving her backside slowly from side to side provocatively.
From the gap in the serving hatch to the kitchen, Paula watched the events unfolding, her hand rubbing her swollen clitoris through her panties. Her own body ached to be given the same attention. A pang of jealousy speared her as she recalled how it had taken longer for him to get around to fingering her like that.
The professor withdrew his hand slowly and began licking her juices from his wet finger.
"Turn around!"
Smiling, Louise turned and rested her bottom on the edge of the table, her legs apart. He knelt before her, his hands stroking her long slender thighs, working higher and higher towards her expectant pussy. He lifted her skirt and pulled the material of her panties aside to reveal her soft downy covered pussy, the lips swollen and ready, glistening with her dampness, her breathing fast and heavy.
"Perfect, so perfect,” he whispered.
Louise thrilled at this older man kneeling before her, admiring her, looking at her most secret of places. Far better sexual feelings than she had ever gained from the young boys that she had dated and had groped her. The whole situation was so heavily charged with sexuality, like nothing she had ever known before. She loved it, revelled in it and eagerly awaited his cock inside her.
His free hand was rubbing his erection through his trousers, his face close to her sex, he began to sniff at her pussy, his nose close but not touching, drinking in the clean, musky smell of her freshly powdered pussy.
"I'm a teasing little bitch aren't I?” Louise asked in a low husky voice. “I'm a dirty little bitch for it. I love men wanting to touch me and to feel me."
"Wonderful, simply wonderful!” He buried his nose between the soft open lips of her
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