True Sex Stories: Ph.D.

The world of academia can be so intimidating, and yet, it can also be an enormous, throbbing turn-on.

He is an expert in some form of mathematics that elude every bone of my body. He is also a passionate advocate for libraries and extremely knowledgeable scholar of incarceration and prison libraries in particular–a side of librarianship that I have much interest in as well. I found him though mutual links. I wanted to interview him for a paper I was working on. We began emailing each other. It was all quite professional, except for a few reflections of flirtations– which very well could have all been at my initiation and even quite possibly all in my imagination.

I was determined to nail him down for an interview before the weeks end. To my surprise it didn't take much for him to agree. We arranged a meeting on Sunday at 9:30 at his office on the Stanford campus.

As usual, I stir and wake early on Sunday, with my hands comfortably and unconsciously in my honey, pleasuring myself. I am very deep into this self induced pleasure/torture state of mind. It has been too long since I last had any serious action, I was beyond restless. The last thing on my mind was heading to Stanford. Lingering in the bed at my junction for a good long wtime, while thoughts of fucking, Leonard Cohen (I need you, I don't need you), self-destructive sexy French films (all of which has made me one twisted, bent, charged, kitty) ramble through my head. My hand now moving at a quicker pace on my clit , I pull that morning explosion out and feels so good, I sink down into the bedding my hand still inside of me, take a deep deep breath and force my ass out of bed and attempt to switch to scholarly mode.

I decide to wear a skirt, charcoal gray, cute little black blouse, and since I am stuck in torturing myself sexually, I choose a hot pink (a color I never wear) lacy pantie. This pair has a way of riding up my ass and right into the slit of my lips, rubbing with each step. It feels great, but I know in a few hours it will be driving me crazy and that little strip of fabric will be wet and smelling like my sex.

Pulling up to the campus in my beat up temperamental bitch of a car I instantly feel out of my element and then the wave of intimidation floods over me, because I am intimidated by incredibly smart men and women for that matter. Even though I planned and know exactly what I want from him. I get nervous, my palms are sweating. I find close parking and start walking toward the building. With each step I try to quell my mind and get some kind of--fuck it-- attitude so I am able to function around this man. I call him to let him know I am there, he says he sees me. He is waiting for me on the stairs of this immense solid silent academic building. We smile; I shake his hand, he seems to hold mine for much longer than one should. I smile to myself, my deviant minds wheels start turning. We walk to together up the stairs to the door– he opens and holds it for me, I step in. I wait for him a few steps inside the doorway when he steps closer to me he places his hand on the small of my back and with his other hand points the way to his office. As I stepped forward his hand remained and with each step toward the office, it lowered until his whole hand was cupping my ass.

Standing at the door of his office his hand slid right up the back of my skirt and began searching me out from behind. Shocking! I was so turned on. He turned me around, planted a wet passion kiss on me and I returned it. We instantly knew the situation; we were two people desperate to fuck. At the same time as he had me pinned to the door he opened it. We practically fell in. Scrambling to close blinds, I could see his nervousness and his arousal mixing.  I hike my skirt to meet his gaze– revealing my hot pink number and I turn and bend over his desk. He rubs my the patch of fabric covering my cunt  feeling how full I am and then slips two fingers in,

"oh my…you are so wet, you must have been planning on fucking me before you arrived here."

I am quite sure I blushed. He tells me to turn around,

"sit that ample ass on my desk"

I comply. Slowly he takes my panties off and begins to stroke, rub and pat every part of my wetness. I kick off my boots and he removes my long knee highs and comments on my purple glittered toe nails, Jesus what's with me, hot pink panties and purple toes, very scholarly professional of me. Then he scoops my thighs up and pulls me close to the edge of the desk, slides his finger deep inside me and lowers his face, mouth and tongue bury into my pussy. Then he slows way down and rises and fucks me with his fingers looking directly at me asking

"do you like it slow like this?"

I am soaking wet it is easy for his fingers to slide over all the anatomy of my pussy. I feel his erection pressing into my leg.

"fuck me"  slips out in a soft breath.

He pulls his solid cock from the top of his pants and slowly  sides into me with strokes that are measured and deliberate. We go from fully clothed fucking to articles disappearing. His body is soft, there is a heat radiating from him. I wrap my legs around him and force his dick to stay in me and bring my body close to his, he responds by grabbing me up and planting another one of those amazing kisses on me while still thrusting in me. Professor is fucking bubbling over with passion. I cannot stay slow I begin to speed up, grinding on his dick; it feels so good, so long awaited. I consciously slow myself down again. I can tell he is not going to last for too much longer so I squeeze him inside of me as he slowly disappears and reappears. When he cums he growls this crazy animal face and then pulls me in closer to him and keeps his dick in me still throbbing from just exploding.

We move to the floor, laying there for awhile just kind of looking at each other, laughing, and touching. His hand moves to my ass again and he gives it a few swats, I ask for more. He moves behind me and inserts two fingers into my kitty from behind, the juices begin to flow again. Professor finger banged me and spanked my ass at the same time. The flesh was stinging and I knew it had to be streaked in pinks and reds. He kept his fingers inside and told me to flip over, while he inspected every part of my pussy. Rubbing and sucking and looking, it was strange and good. As his finger plunged away he struggled to place his mouth on me from his strained seated position. Maybe it is the Yoga I have been practicing, but I hoisted my body and kitty up to reach his mouth balancing on my feet and elbows while he pushed and pulled me to climax. Gnashing on top of his hand as he sucked and licked me with much hunger. I had the crazy girl orgasm, a bit of thrashing involved, panting like an animal, and uncontrollable bouts of laughter. I landed, his hand still swimming in my cunt, my body still shaking and we just sat there entwined.

We laid back and talked a bit. His hand was around the back of my neck with finger dangling close to my mouth. I could not resist, I took his two fingers in my mouth, I could tell he was stroking him self, god I wanted to see, but I also did not want him to lose whatever erection he was getting, because this kitty wanted to get fucked again. He pulled his fingers out and sat up; I knelt between him and took his cock into my mouth. It slid down and I kept it there, inhaling while he was pushing. He told me to get a condom from the drawer, quickly. He got covered and turned me around and plowed into me from behind, pushing my body to the floor, his body on top of mine, he was aggressive and rough. I challenged his movement by meeting each thrust with my own backwards thrust of my ass into him. He came again and landed softly onto the back of me. He felt good, body heat, soft, his spent dick on my bottom, his chest pressed into my back, his hands on clasping my neck, and his lips softly caressing my shoulders.

As I left the hallowed grounds of academia, my notoriously sly smile lit my face and thought to myself; maybe I do fit in here.

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