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Heather's Bucketlist - 2
by Illicit Writer (illicitwriter@hotmail.com)
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Nineteen year old Heather's sexual adventures
continue... (MF, reluc, oral)
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PART 2
Timidly, Heather peaked around the door.
"Ah yes, Miss Clarke. I'm glad you got my message." The
man waved her in.
"Are you sure professor? If you're busy, I could come
back later." She nervously shuffled back and forth.
"No, no come on in." He motioned to a seat in front of
his desk. "I wanted to talk to you about your paper."
Heather came in and sat down, smoothing her short, plaid
skirt nervously. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I have just been
really busy at home and then work called me in..."
"I'm not interested in your excuses Miss Clarke."
"But..."
"Enough. Don't think I haven't noticed you coming to
class late or even skipping it all together." He got up
and walked around the desk. "Frankly, you've trying to
skate by from the first day." He picked up a paper from
his desk. "And now this paper seals your fate. You'll be
failing the semester.
Tears welled up in the teenager's eyes. "I can't fail
Professor Dyson. My parents will disown me."
He shook his head. "I guess you should have thought
about that earlier."
"Can't I make up the paper?"
"We have deadlines for a reason Miss Clarke."
"Please?!?" She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Intentionally, she leaned forward, knowing that her
white button down shirt would reveal her C cup breasts
to the best advantage. He gave her a long look and, sure
enough, she saw his eyes flit from her eyes downward.
She leaned farther. "Isn't there anything I can do?"
His eyes lingered on her cleavage before sliding down to
her crossed legs that left little to the imagination
thanks to the short plaid skirt.
"Perhaps..." He shook his head and placed her paper on
his desk. "Why don't you come up and read me your
paper."
She looked at him questioningly but smiled and stood by
the desk. As she reached for the paper, he grabbed her
arm. "No, leave it on the desk and read it aloud."
"Ok..." Heather shook her head and leaned forward. "Why
marijuana should be legalized by Heather Clarke. Many
people only think of marijuana as a gateway drug, but
they don't realize that for most of American history,
marijuana was very, very helpful. Many products –" She
felt a hand lightly touch her ass. She could feel his
hot breath on her ear. "Professor?"
"Shhhh... Keep reading." His hand was more persistent
now and kneaded her ass.
"But sir..."
"You want to pass, right?" His hand cupped her ass.
"Yes sir."
"Then I want you to read your paper aloud." Heather felt
her skirt being lift up and tucked into her belt. "A
thong! You are a very naughty girl."
Heather bowed her head, blushing.
SLAP!
The sting of pain was followed by pleasurable warmth as
his large palm rubbed her bare skin. "Say you are a
naughty girl."
"But sir..."
SLAP!
"Say it."
SLAP!
"I am a naughty girl."
She felt the hand move to down to her pussy and rubbed
her pussy through the thong creating delicious
sensations. "Yes you are... you are wet from this,
aren't you?"
Her face was aflame with shame. "Yes sir."
SLAP!
"Keep reading and this time you better now stop for
anything."
"Yes sir." Heather felt the hand circling one cheek and
then the other. "Many products are made from hemp like
rope" SLAP! "paper" SLAP! "and even clothes." SLAP!
Heather's ass was on fire from pain/pleasure. Almost
unconsciously, she pushed her rear out to meet the
spanking.
"It was only in the 1930s that the first law was passed
to make marijuana illegal." A cool breeze whispered
across her ass causing goosebumps. A warm, stiff cock
rubbed against her and she felt her thong being moved
aside. "It was around the same time that alcohol was
banned by the Temperance movement. Ohhhh." His cock head
slipped up and down on her wet slit, lubricating before
it began to press against her tight hole. "The federal
government yesssssss..." His cock worked inside her
slowly, its thickness filling her completely. "The
federal government passed the Marihuana Tax Act in
1937." His hands grabbed her hips and pulled himself
completely into her.
The words blurred before Heather's vision as pleasure
began to overwhelm her. Each thrust plunged deeper into
her and she began to moan in pleasure.
"Very good Miss Clarke. I think I was too hard on your
paper." He chuckled and slammed into harder.
"Oh yes Professor. Fuck me!"
She pushed herself against him, meeting each thrust. She
started to move her hand to her clit when the cockhead
hit her G-spot. Pleasure flashed through her body,
making her body crumble. She fell onto the desk and it
was only his hands on her hips that kept her standing.
"Fuck me!"
Harder he pushed in. Harder he thrust. She could feel
the cock violent pummeling in and out of her. Her face
resting on the cool desk as he continued to fuck her.
"Oh yeah, Miss Clarke!" He groaned and she felt his cock
spasm. On the next thrust, it hit her spot again and she
climaxed again on him. The spurting warmth mixed with
the heat of her own pleasure and she felt she would melt
the desk she was collapsed upon.
He slowly continued to pump in and out of her until his
softened cock plopped out.
Heather didn't care that she was still bare assed as she
tried to catch her breath. That had been incredible!
Don moved around and sat back at his desk. He leaned
forward, meeting her gaze. "Well, was the
professor/student fantasy as hot as you had hoped?"
Heather laughed. "You couldn't tell how much I got into
it? Nice job with the role play... professor." She
finally stood up and fixed her skirt. She reached and
readjusted her thong to avoid leaking. She looked out
the large living room windows. The eastern sky was
purpling above Lake Michigan as the sun began to set.
"You were right, it really is beautiful up here at
sunset." She walked around the desk and sat in his lap.
"Hmmmm... I wonder if there would be a way to do this at
my college..."
Don shook his head with a wide grin. "You really are a
naughty, naughty girl." He fondled her breast through
the shirt and smiled. "That is a horrible paper though.
I hope you didn't turn it in."
Heather picked up the paper and put it in her bag.
"Naw... well I did, but it was for a high school English
class, not college."
His hand slipped under her shirt and tweaked her left
nipple. "Well that's good to hear."
The teen leaned forward and bit his neck lightly. "My
college has auditoriums and there has to be times when
they are empty and most have some sort of desk." She
wiggled her butt and thought she could feel his cock
begin to stir. She kissed up to his earlobe. "Getting
into an office would be tougher." She moved so her hand
could rub his groin. It was definitely hard. She leaned
back and smiled wickedly.
Don stroked her hair. "What do you have in mind young
lady?"
"Do you have an office? Maybe someday I come by and go
under your desk." She slid down between his legs and
tugged his zipper down. "You could work, take calls,
maybe even have people in for a meeting while I do
this."
She pulled out his cock and swallowed as much as she
could in one gulp. She tasted herself, but that added to
the excitement. Another thing she had never done before!
Don groaned giving filling her with hot desire. She
worked back up to the head and began to circle it with
her tongue. His hands began to play with her hair.
She looked up and saw him staring back with intensity.
Their gazes locked as she lowered her mouth down his
shaft again. The thought of actually doing this in
school or his office was a huge turn on. She moved her
mouth up and down faster, her hand grasping the base of
the shaft. She had never done anything in public, but
now the possibilities began to shimmer in front of her.
"I'm going to cum."
Heather sucked harder, moving quicker up and down his
shaft. She used her hand to massage the base and felt it
swell in respond.
"Oh yeah!"
She swallowed his cum... a surprisingly large amount
since they had just had sex. She kept it in her mouth,
using her tongue to make sure it was completely clean
before releasing it from her mouth.
Carefully, she tucked it back in his underwear and
zipped up his pants.
"I think you liked the idea of doing it in your office
to." She smiled and licked her lip to get an escaped
drop of cum.
Don nodded. "I did that once when I was right out of
college. Never did it since."
Heather stood up and kissed him soundly. She was pleased
when he kissed back. So many boys refused to kiss after
head, as if she didn't kiss them after they had gone
down on her.
She gathered up her things and walked towards the door
before looking back and winked. "See you soon!"
As she walked out the door, a shiver of excitement
danced through her body.
To be continued...
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