The Antique Choker

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

Again she believed she saw the emeralds flickering. Her art professor started to run his coxa around as if he was dancing to dumb music, he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his bare pectus, his hoar chest hair popping out. Lola walked over, she ran her fingers through the grayish curls on his chest, not all of them were gray, some of them were morose still. His tegument warm and soft, she found her way to his nipple and rubbed over the little tubercle.

She heard him panting. She herself was getting strong and aroused as well. Still she wasn't sure whether it was save to continue. She didn't tending about the regular objections, sure he was a fifty two twelvemonth old professor and she was a 20 three year old senior in his class, but you know that somehow made it even more hot and aphrodisiac and secretive. She worried about the emeralds. She had no theme what was going on with the choker and the hoop. Her grandmother had bought them as a set in an oldtimer storage. She'd given them to Lola as a birthday present with a weird narration about a old witch lady. Lola hadn't given it anymore opinion, she was to old for fairy story and her grandmother seemed to be getting demented. However Lola found out after a while that the one wearing the annulus was in charge of the one wearing the choker, it was as if they were your striver, they obeyed your control immediately and without any waver or objections. Yet she couldn't form out how it worked, there was no scientific explanation she could think of, and yet she refused to buy into the story her grandmother told her, she was way too old to believe in legerdemain.

Her prof finished pickings of his shirt and now started to unzip his bloomers. Her pussy was throbbing. She wanted to continue badly, she had been attracted to him since the maiden day she walked into his class. His wise and soft demeanor, his warm voice melodically, to the full of wonder and enthusiasm talking about the renowned old captain. It was her plan to come up to his office minute, to show him the jewelry and ask him if he knew anything about it. Maybe he could enjoin her something about the might exchange that seemed to take place between the neck ruff and the band. He didn't believe that it happened at all so she convinced him to put the collar on to try it out.

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

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

He obeyed her. Of course of action he did. He pushed some of his document aside and set down on his desk, his knee to the incline. Lola came closer. She stood in between his legs and pushed herself against his bare bureau. Her mitt cupping his head teacher, the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She pressed her backtalk against his, his chaff chafing her chin, yet she kept on kissing him. Her lips nibbling on his. Her tongue licking past his lips, thrusting in his mouth, wet warm and moist, swirling, playing, toying with his tongue.

She was getting wet. She felt a drip of horniness soaking her scanty. She rubbed her thighs together. With the tips of her fingers she stroke past his dresser, squeezing the nipples briefly, then moving down further, to the brim of his Boxer. She pressed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his boxers. Massaging the throb pulp, 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 restraint she had over him through the choker only worked in relation to fiddling undertaking or if she could actually order of magnitude 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 helping hand. rock'n'roll hard now. Rock hard and solid. She ordered him to fill his underdrawers off. In awe she stared at his peter for a minute. She had fantasized about it for quite some time, but then she'd imagined his cock would reckon 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 glossy purple read/write head, with a shimmering dot of pre-cum resting on top. A thick vain curled around the quill. And then his orb and his pubes. She saw his cock throbbing, it bounced upwards for a second.

She wanted to get fucked by it. Hard and rough and retentive. Yet she wasn't done admiring it yet. She dropped to her articulatio genus and gave him a little kiss. A kiss rightfield on top of the head. It bounced upwards again, and her professor let out a brief groan. She gave him another osculation and another an thousand humble butterfly kisses all around the shaft and his clump. Then back to the tip, her lingua swirling around around the royal chief, tasting the salty pre-cum. She closed her lips around the shaft and slowly took more of him into her mouth. Moving back and forth.

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

He was moaning louder. His hands grabbing the edge of the desk, his brass knuckles white from the squeezing.

‘ Don't climax yet.'She said.

His consistence relaxed for a moment. A frustrated face in his eye. She felt the ring pinching her finger. She wasn't used to wearing it for such long amounts of time, it was slightly to small. She turned it around for a present moment, yet she refused to have it off.

‘ You're getting so randy, professor.'She said. ‘ So horny, you'll just easy command. You want me. You want to bed me. You need to fuck me, to just take me. You can't hold it back anymore.'

His hands surrounding her torso. He lifted her off of the footing, ripping her wearing apparel off. She heard fabric watering, a button jumped away. His hands running over her body, stroking her shoulder joint, her subdivision. Kneading her chest. His fingers pushing deep into her shape. Molding. Squeezing. Then unexpectedly attendant he took her nipple into his lip. His tongue sweetly swirling and caressing her very very sensitive teat. She'd never told him her nipples were so sensitive, but he just seem to know. Could he read her mind ? Was that another attribute to the choker and ring ? She tried to count at the doughnut, but as soon as she lifted her arm, the professor grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea. Both of her articulatio radiocarpea and held them tightly above her headway. He continued to pleasure her nipple. picayune electric pulses shot through her body, starting from his mouthpiece 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 smell.

His pecker rubbing against her slit. She tilted her hips so he could enter her, and he did. He just shoved himself inside of her. densely filling her up. The curve upwards pressed into the squashy sides of her vagina, it was almost perfect, she tried to rearrange their position so that the tip of his pecker 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 arms and into her own rousing. She wasn't mentation, she didn't want to think. Just feeling. Just overflowing sensations. His body squeezing tightly against hers, his sweaty chest hairs rubbing over her collarbone. His finger grabbing her butt, guiding her into his rhythm.

She was building. A ball of foreplay growing, and growing, prominent, intenser. Her all body trembling. Her eyes closed involuntarily, her lips parted slightly. Panting. Moaning. Mumbling little boost, telling the professor he was doing an exquisite job, that he needed to preserve at it, he needed to restrain going, no climax yet, just to continue thrusting.

Her back arching, her pussy clamping onto his hammer. More pleasure. more. And then. Finally. Then came the release. The enormous formal that had been building up inside of her exploded. foreplay flooded her soundbox. It flooded her judgement. She was out of it for a few minutes. Just overflowing. simply pleasure. good superstar.

When the blossom of her orgasm faded into a low ripple, she regained her breathing space and opened her centre. 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 looking of disappointment on his face. His finger's breadth closing around the spear. 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 head. ‘ fountainhead come on then. You're allowed to now. Cum all over me if you will.'

His body convulsing. His hand moving rapidly up and down the shaft. His face in an ecstatic grin. He froze for a moment. sperm dripping out of the cock. Squirting all over her chest, her boobs, her nipples. It was warm and wet and slimy. She waited money box he came back from his sexual climax, then she ordered him to get some tissue and clean and jerk her up.

She redressed herself. There was a tear in her skirt and some buttons where missing from her blouse, yet if she wore her pelage outside, no one would comment. She ordered him to correct himself and then told him to take the neckband off and kick in it back to her.

His fingers prying on the clasp, then it came off. For a moment Lola looked at him shyly. Would he commemorate or would he forget, how did that component part of the magic strangler work ? She didn't believe in deception, but yet, what other account was there ? She carefully studied his optic.

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

‘ What don't you know ?'She asked.

‘ It's an intriguing opus of jewellery, 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 enquiry. Way more research.'

‘ Way more.'The prof repeated with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

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

‘ I could do that.'Lola said.

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