College Confessions 1: Ms Davenport makes the grade

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Working as a visiting professor in a small college in the midwest has its challenges. All the sweet young things away from home for the first time. The town wives hoping to “explore” something more than the white-bread missionary their lame-ass local-boy husbands thinks is bed-rocking sex. But I had done a really good job in not playing where I work, and had built a great reputation among the students and the town. Admittedly, I hadn’t had much serious action in about six months, but all was good.

Until one Thursday night. I had received a note from the department secretary that a parent, Ms Davenport, wanted to talk to me about her son’s grades. Let’s be clear: I HATE helicopter parents, and this one had the makings of a fucking perfect storm. Mommy coming to save her son from failing first-year Lit. David Davenport was a classic, too. Tall, good-looking, way too much aware of how much money Daddy has, and dumb as a fucking sack of nails. I crumpled the note and tossed it across the office. “Just what I fucking need.”

Having finished my final class of the day, I had settled into my office to write some lecture notes for the next day when I heard a light knock on my open office door. Shit, I thought, I had totally forgotten about the helicopter-mom-from-hell.  I spun in my chair, and my jaw hit the floor. She had obviously come from her office, with the expected uniform: black skirt, white blouse. The usual.  But there was nothing usual about what was poured into that outfit. Obviously a runner, her long legs alone made me rock hard, and I could feel my cock already straining against my jeans. Perfect calves, tight (and I can only imagine how soft to touch) thighs, all leading under that damn skirt towards hips that were perfect for grabbing and a pussy that, no doubt, was shaved to perfection.  Fuck, I was lost now. A flat stomach led to tits that were perfect for her. Not too large, perky, and with just the most tantalizing hint of nipple pressing against the blouse. I stared. Six months without a good hard fuck, and I was about ready to waste this good pair of jeans right now.

I stumbled out some lame welcome, and she came into my office, sat down, and crossed her legs. My hard on strained again. “Focus,” I told myself. But when my eyes met hers, I almost blew my load. Legs I love, and a great ass is always nice, but eyes are my downfall. It hit me like a lightning bold: smart, confident, sexy, aggressive, playful, fuck-me-now-and-fuck-me-hard eyes.

I know we talked, but don’t ask me what I said. The usual, I suspect. David was going to follow his Dad’s path through law school and into the family business, blah blah blah.  And he really needs my class to help him with his GPA, blah blah blah.  I didn’t give a shit. All I could see were eyes, and legs, and those perfect tits.

And then she was getting up to leave. “And thank you again, Professor, for taking this time to talk with me. I really do appreciate it.” Clumsily, I got out of my chair to shake her hand (french manicure!), only to realize that my massive hard-on was very apparent. I saw her eyes glance downward. “Not helping,” I wanted to tell her. A slight smile as she turned to go. I saw the ass perfectly now, and was right. It was amazing.

But instead of leaving my office, Ms. Davenport closed the door quietly, and turned the lock. Turning back toward me, her smile sent shudders down my shaft. “I think I need to show you, Professor, how thankful I really am.” I was frozen in place, but she wasn’t. Kicking off her black pumps, she stretched those long legs out and was suddenly in front of me, her fingers working magically at my belt buckle.  I was all I could do keep my balance, as my poor under-serviced cock began to hammer with excitement. “You need to know,” she purred, “how much David’s grade means to me and my family.” True town charm oozed from her as she run her long fingers to the edges of my jeans and boxers, and with one tug pulled them to my knees.  My cock was thick, hard, and huge. Six fucking months without attention.

This midwest MILF worked my aching cock as though playing a fucking violin. Her long fingers stroking slowly as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, running her tongue slowly along the tip and curve. I reached back to balance myself, and to hang on for dear life. No fucking way I was going to be the one to end this study session too early.  Her tongue was fucking magic, teasing my head, sucking then rolling her tongue across it, head bobbing almost delicately as her fingers moved from my shaft to my balls and back again. Moving off the head, she started tongue massaging my entire shaft as her manicured nails worked my balls. Her tongue was fucking silk magic, and I could feel my load building. I muttered something that included the word “explode,” but she didn’t care. Instead, she sucked now as though demanding me to cum. She devoured my cock as her nails dug into my thighs now. I hung on, clutching the desk, focusing on football stats and those long fucking legs stretched out across my office floor.

The last one was a bad decision, and I finally had no choice. I exploded, my cum load almost causing her to lose suction. But she was up to the challenge. Never lost a drop, swallowing twice before letting my cock slip from her lips. Those amazing eyes looked up at me, a drop of cum still at the corner of her mouth. Flicking her tongue to get it, she smiled. Rising from her knees, she slipped into her shoes, turned and extended her hand. “It has been a pleasure, Professor,” she said casually. “And I hope we have a chance to cross paths again soon.” Count on it, Ms Davenport, is all I could think to myself as she opened my office door, and stepped out into the corridor.

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