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I had forgotten that she owned every outfit I pictured her in plus a few that were too hot for me to even imagine.
"Hi Professor. How are you doing?" Her words seemed innocent, but they oozed blatant sexuality. It was like her voice was already brushing over my rapidly hardening cock.
"You can still call me Jared. It's been a while. What are you up to?
"Just studying for exams. I could stand some advice though. Do you mind if we talk?" Before I could answer, she shut the door. It was beginning to feel like the first time we were intimate as she set her bag down on the floor and sat down. She crossed her legs, her skirt rising up, revealing a garter belt that pressed ever so slightly into her firm and supple thigh.
"It's just that I've been feeling a lot of stress and I can't seem to relax. I haven't been able to relax since we stopped seeing each other."
"You know we can't keep doing that. I'm in a relationship and you're a student."
"I understand. It's just...." Her voice trailed off as she tapped her pen against her lips, her tongue brushing the tip. I could feel the blood rising in my cock, the cum boiling in my balls. It had been so long since I'd had sex, even longer since I had fucked this coquettish nymphette. I remembered plunging my cock between those perfect breasts, sucking on her erect nipples as I ravished her over and over again. It was all I could do not to take her on the desk now or start getting myself off behind my desk. "It's just that...I think I would feel better if I could just ask you one thing and get an honest answer it would help me relax."
I swallowed hard. I was worried about what would happen, but part of me longed for more than one question. "What is it?"
She ran her pen between her breasts, bouncing along her cleavage as she spoke. "Do you still think about me? Do you fantasize about me as you get off? I know I do about you. Please be honest."
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to lie, to keep her away, to make my life simpler. Unfortunately, my mind couldn't formulate a lie that good. "Yes, sometimes I do."
"Good. I'm glad. I was worried you stopped seeing me because you weren't attracted to me. At least now I know it's just the university rules. Now I have a gift for your honesty."
With that she reached down into her bag and pulled a long, slender, metallic dildo. She ran her tongue along the edge and sucked it ever so slightly. "I know you get off fantasizing about me. I get off fantasizing about that. It's time to make our fantasies a reality." She ran it between her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse. My cock felt like it was about to explode as I watched her breasts heave with each rapturous breath. My fingers strayed to my cock for a moment and felt my taut length straining against the fabric of my slacks. As I undid my belt, I watched her unhook the front clasp of her bra, her breasts spilling free but not falling an inch, as firm as if they were fake, as supple and perfectly shaped because every inch of those glorious DDs were real.
She pinched her nipples as she sucked on the dildo and I couldn't resist myself. I moved my chair in front of my desk and pulled out my cock. A look of incomparable lust shot across her eyes as she saw my shaft in my hand, the head glistening with precum. As she eyed me she pulled up her skirt and revealed the tiny panties that covered her smoothly shaved mound. She pushed it aside and plunged the dildo all the way inside with one smooth motion, just as I had done so many times while fucking that tight little body.
Her fingers rhythmically grinded against her clit as she fucked herself with the dildo faster and faster.