Sucking Dick in a Sedan to Zoom University

The last day of the online English class was finally here. The last hour and a half, I was ignoring the lesson on symbolism in Frankenstein and staring at the attractive instructor instead. I was giggling about sucking dick. I sent him several flirty private messages via Zoom and didn't anticipate receiving anything.

Two hours later, his vehicle, in an alleyway, just outside the cafe in front of my university. The car smelled like cigarettes; he handed me a cup of coffee.

"I do not smoke, so thank your professor."

His smile instantly grew larger and I noticed the gap in his pants also expanded. "Not too bad, aren't you?"

I instantly wanted to show him that I was not lying. I decided to lean into him and began to rub his crotch over his pants. "Would this be considered a negative thing?"

He took my hair and pulled me towards him by kissing me vigorously and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He sat in my mouth and inspected it by using his tongue, and then pulled my head to his crotch.

"Do you wish to be a perfect girl right now?"

I pulled him unzipped and pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. I bowed it down slowly, placing my lips on the head. He released a loud moan and tugged at my hair while sucking his dick.

It was a signal to continue; I continued to push my lips into his shaft. His head slammed against the side of my throat. I glowed a bit in reaction. I threw my hair further and pulled my head downwards.

I'd been thinking about this exact moment when I was sucking dick with my professor. The cock of his was inside my mouth and the body was being used at his own leisure. He kept with his smacks while I tried to not gag too much.

As with his most recent essay I didn't succeed.

I looked up at him with tears, he pulled me away from me returning me to the front seat. "Why professor?"

 

He swiftly changed the dial on the back of the chair, allowing him to lay my chair in a flat position. He then climbed onto my head, kissing me a bit and rubbing my crotch into my jeans.

I shook against him while he put my hands on top of my head. In a grin, he stopped for a moment. "You love the feeling of being tough , don't you?"

I nodded, which helped him feel more encouraged. As he slipped his hands beneath my shirt and rubbed my tits. My nipples began to harden because of the cold fall air as well as his ferocious movements.

He began rolling his nipples under the thumb of his forefinger and. Then he began gently, and then he began to tug and pinch. I couldn't hold my grunts in, and I was filling his car with the sound of my delight.

I sat back and let him have total control.

I was still rubbing the crotch of his body. His cock was getting larger and bigger, and seemed bigger than it had been just moments ago, when it was filling up my stomach and in my throat.

Instinctively, I attempted to free my arms from his grip and began to rub his cock once more. "Just One," said he, let me let one of my arms go while firmly securing the second one over my head.

I let go of his cock completely and pulled his pants up in the same way. Then he removed his hand from my tit which was still being handled with his rough hands. He then used his hands to lift my dress.

There I was in the car of my professor wearing a simple lacy thong and strapless bra. He suddenly seemed so huge before me, with his hair slightly greying. The man who was 40 years old had an appetite, and I'd never thought that he taught English to earn a living, rather than Crossfit.

His fingers traced his way through my tummy and it was a refreshing change of velocity from the rough movements that he was using just a few minutes earlier. The fingers of his traced down the insides of my thighs in a slow manner, making small circles all around the bikini line.

It was clear that I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I was sure that he could feel the wetness in my thong. I pulled myself closer to his hands more, begged him to feel my pussy and stop harassing me.

"You tiny woman." He exclaimed under his breath.

He stepped away from my face for a moment and then he leaned forward toward my face, grasping it with both hands before kissing me with a rough but passionate kiss "I I love you for that."

His fingers instantly returned to my lips and he started rubbing over my thong, and then placing one of his fingers under the fabric. My skin was tingling, and his proximity to my clit caused me to think that I could gasp any moment.

He got closer and closer until he was pressing his thumb against my moist mound, before placing his finger in the pussy of my tummy.

He was playing for me till I couldn't endure the pressure. I felt myself getting soaked as he sped into and out of the room, often having a moment to take a break and poke me.

He pulled his cock harder and larger than ever previously, and washed it down and up my slit.

I could feel the wetness of his calves blending with my wet sexyness and I smiled at myself. He slowly pulled his cock's head into my thigh then I let loose a massive moan.

He started pumping his arms around me, his massive chest stretching out in a manner that I did not have before in other boys.

Utilising his arms to stabilise him He pinned me down with his arms and treated me as his own little fucky toy. I was having fun every minute of it until I heard police sirens becoming increasingly louder.

We stopped, and both of us noticed that a campus security vehicle was approaching us. He quickly pulled his throbbing , throbbing cock out of my body, and then let go of my arms.

I put on my dress and he put on a shirt while they waited to inquire about What were two professors and students doing in a hot car at this point?

We came up with a ridiculous tale about not wanting to travel on public transport at these times, and then the policeman left us on our own.

The moment the guard had left my professor, he turned to me and said "We'll repeat this."