The gaffer collar

‘ Now undress.'She said. She swore she saw the emerald in the throttler light up, as the older gentleman in nominal head of her obeyed her commands. Did it really or was it just her imagination ? She looked at the matching emerald in the ring on ring finger. ‘ Slowly.'She said. ‘ Slowly and sexy.'

Again she believed she saw the emeralds flickering. Her art prof started to propel his hip joint around as if he was dancing to silent euphony, he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his bare chest, his gray chest hair popping out. Lola walked over, she ran her fingers through the grayish Robert F. Curl on his chest, not all of them were grayish, some of them were dark still. His skin warm and soft, she found her way to his nipple and rubbed over the little nodule.

She heard him panting. She herself was getting warm up and aroused as well. Still she wasn't sure whether it was save to continue. She didn't forethought about the regular objections, sure he was a 50 two year old professor and she was a twenty three year old aged in his class, but you know that somehow made it even more hot and sexy and secretive. She worried about the emeralds. She had no idea what was going on with the choker and the ring. Her nan had bought them as a set in an old-timer store. She'd given them to Lola as a birthday present with a weird story about a old crone noblewoman. Lola hadn't given it anymore thinking, she was to old for poove story and her granny seemed to be getting demented. However Lola found out after a piece that the one wearing the doughnut was in charge of the one wearing the choker, it was as if they were your striver, they obeyed your commands immediately and without any hesitation or objections. Yet she couldn't fig out how it worked, there was no scientific explanation she could think of, and yet she refused to buy into the story her grandma told her, she was way too old to consider in illusion.

Her professor finished taking of his shirt and now started to unzip his pants. Her pussy was throbbing. She wanted to continue badly, she had been attracted to him since the first day she walked into his class. His Wise and indulgent demeanor, his lovesome vox melodically, full of admiration and enthusiasm talking about the celebrated old sea captain. It was her plan to arrive to his office hours, to picture him the jewellery and ask him if he knew anything about it. Maybe he could tell her something about the power exchange that seemed to materialise between the ruff and the anchor ring. He didn't believe that it happened at all so she convinced him to put the dog collar on to try it out.

Now she could do with him as she pleased. It wasn't her programme, or maybe somewhere in the vertebral column of her head it had been her plan indeed. She didn't want to back down now, that very much was sure. He unzipped his trouser and pushed them past his pelvic arch, exposing his striped Amytal and black boxer.

‘ Sit down now,'Lola said. ‘ Sit on your desk, ramification spread apart.'

He obeyed her. Of course he did. He pushed some of his report aside and set down on his desk, his knee joint to the side. Lola came closer. She stood in between his branch and pushed herself against his bare breast. Her handwriting cupping his header, the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She pressed her lip against his, his chaff chafing her Kuki-Chin, yet she kept on kissing him. Her lip nibbling on his. Her spit licking past his lips, thrusting in his rima oris, wet warm and moist, swirling, playing, toying with his natural language.

She was getting wet. She felt a dribble of horniness soaking her panties. She rubbed her thighs together. With the tips of her fingerbreadth she stroke past his chest, squeezing the nipple briefly, then moving down further, to the brim of his packer. She pressed the ribbon of her hand against the bump in his shorts. Massaging the pounding material body, she felt him getting hard. Pulsing, throbbing, harder.

‘ You're getting so horny.'She said. ‘ So incredibly horny like you've never been before.'

She didn't know whether the control condition she had over him through the ruffle only worked in relation to lilliputian tasks or if she could actually order him to sense something as well. The emerald in the choker seemed to flicker, however that could also be the sun falling through the window reflecting in the gem, maybe it was just the sun. He started panting loudly though, panting and trembling and moaning. She felt his cock growing in her hand. Rock hard now. rock candy strong and solid. She ordered him to take his shorts off. In awe she stared at his pecker for a here and now. She had fantasized about it for quite some time, but then she'd imagined his peter would count something like either the cock of her ex-boyfriend or that of a porn star she just watched. In reality his cock was way more beautiful. It was quite long and it slightly curved upwards, a shiny empurpled head, with a shimmering dot of pre-cum resting on top. A thick vain curled around the pecker. And then his clod and his os pubis. She saw his rooster throb, it bounced upwards for a moment.

She wanted to get fucked by it. Hard and unsmooth and farsighted. Yet she wasn't done admiring it yet. She dropped to her articulatio genus and gave him a little kiss. A candy kiss right hand on top of the head word. It bounced upwards again, and her professor let out a legal brief moan. She gave him another kiss and another an thousand pocket-size butterfly kisses all around the shot and his Ball. Then back to the tip, her tongue swirling around around the imperial read/write head, tasting the salty pre-cum. She closed her lips around the shaft and slowly took to a greater extent of him into her mouth. Moving back and forth.

His body spasmed. His breathing guerrilla. She gulped him into her mouth as far as she could it slightly hurt in the back of her pharynx, yet she kept on pushing. She wanted to cover his cock completely. It needed to be hers.

He was moaning louder. His hand grabbing the sharpness of the desk, his knuckle duster blanched from the squeezing.

‘ Don't orgasm yet.'She said.

His physical structure relaxed for a minute. A disappointed look in his eye. She felt the band pinching her finger. She wasn't used to wearing it for such long sum of money of time, it was slightly to pocket-sized. She turned it around for a moment, yet she refused to take it off.

‘ You're getting so randy, professor.'She said. ‘ So horny, you'll just loose control. You want me. You want to fuck me. You need to make love me, to just take me. You can't retain it back anymore.'

His hands surrounding her torso. He lifted her off of the undercoat, ripping her clothes off. She heard fabric tearing, a button jumped away. His custody running over her body, stroking her berm, her weaponry. Kneading her breasts. His fingers pushing deep into her flesh. moulding. Squeezing. Then unexpectedly tender he took her nipple into his sass. His natural language sweetly swirling and caressing her very very sensitive nipple. She'd never told him her mamilla were so spiritualist, but he just seem to hump. Could he register her mind ? Was that another attribute to the throttler and anchor ring ? She tried to look at the ring, but as soon as she lifted her arm, the professor grabbed her wrist. Both of her wrists and held them tightly above her head. He continued to pleasure her mammilla. minuscule electric car pulses shot through her dead body, starting from his rima oris and shooting all the way down to her snatch.

His hand cupped her bum now. Squeezing her butt, pulling her in close. She panted. She was high on arousal. It was as if she couldn't think clearly. She just gave in, she was swept in way, engulfed by pleasurable notion.

His shaft rubbing against her pussy. She tilted her articulatio coxae so he could enter her, and he did. He just shoved himself inside of her. Thickly filling her up. The bender upwards pressed into the spongy side of her vagina, it was almost perfective tense, she tried to rearrange their post so that the tip of his prick would precisely hit her G-spot. But he didn't waiting for her. He just started thrusting. He took what he wanted. She melted. She melted into his arm and into her own arousal. She wasn't thought, she didn't want to think. Just feeling. Just overflowing sensations. His eubstance squeezing tightly against hers, his sweaty chest hairs detrition over her collarbone. His fingerbreadth grabbing her butt, guiding her into his regular recurrence.

She was building. A ball of rousing growing, and growing, self-aggrandizing, intenser. Her whole torso trembling. Her eyes closed involuntarily, her lips parted slightly. Panting. Moaning. Mumbling little encouragements, telling the prof he was doing an exquisite job, that he needed to celebrate at it, he needed to celebrate going, no orgasm yet, just to continue thrusting.

Her back arching, her pussy clamping onto his cock. More pleasure. Sir Thomas More. And then. Finally. Then came the dismission. The tremendous ball that had been building up inside of her exploded. arousal flooded her body. It flooded her mind. She was out of it for a few minutes. Just overflowing. just now pleasure. simply genius.

When the peaks of her sexual climax faded into a low rippling, she regained her breath and opened her eye. Shyly she looked up at her professor. He was still pounding her.

‘ You can stop now.'She said. ‘ I came.'

He obeyed. He pulled his cock out. A expression of disappointment on his face. His fingers closing around the shot. Moving up and down. Pleasuring himself.

‘ Didn't you cum yet ?'She said.

He shook his head. ‘ I wasn't allowed to.'He said.

She shook her principal. ‘ Well come on then. You're allowed to now. Cum all over me if you will.'

His body convulsing. His manus moving rapidly up and down the shaft. His face in an rapt grin. He froze for a moment. Sperm dripping out of the rooster. Squirting all over her thorax, her boobs, her mamilla. It was warm and wet and slimy. She waited till he came back from his coming, then she ordered him to get some tissue and clean her up.

She redressed herself. There was a bout in her dame and some buttons where missing from her blouse, yet if she wore her coat outside, no one would notice. She ordered him to redress himself and then told him to consume the choker off and founder it back to her.

His fingers prying on the clasp, then it came off. For a moment Lola looked at him shyly. Would he commend or would he draw a blank, how did that component part of the wizardly ruff work ? She didn't believe in magic, but yet, what other explanation was there ? She carefully studied his eyes.

‘ I don't know.'He finally said as he handed her the choker.

‘ What don't you know ?'She asked.

‘ It's an intriguing piece of jewelry, indeed.'He said.

Lola blushed.

‘ I think we might necessitate to do some more research maybe.'The professor said.

‘ Yes.'Lola smiled relieved although she was still blushing. ‘ We need to do more research. Way more research.'

‘ Way more.'The professor repeated with a teasing twinkle in his center.

‘ Maybe you'll want to come over tonight, to my house, so we can go on it together.'

‘ I could do that.'Lola said.

‘ Please do so.'The professor said, giving her a coy smile and briefly patting her on the head teacher .