Of course she had the attention as she entered the room. The Professor was working on a modell for class tomorrow as he looked up at her. "What may I do for you Stacey?" He asked in a professional manner but Stacy noticed his glances at her legs and feet already in class and was ready for some... fun. He was older. Actually in his mid 50s but thats exactly what she wanted. An older respective mentor lounging for her. She tilted her head to the side a little and smiled one of her innocent smiles before she entered. Every step she made towards the desk was a perfect choreografy of seduction which she had studied, testet and improved over and over again.
The older man stared at her hypnotised as she walked up to his desk and squeezed herself halfway in front of him before sitting down. "The question is, what can I do for you?" She sayed sultry. She knew she was sitting on a neutron he was about to attach to the atom model he was building. It was made of tinfoil so it flattened with nearly no resistance beneath her sexy butt. He didnt seem to mind as she crossed her silky legs right in front of him, giving him a hint of her thigs beneath the lose summer dress and casually touching his knee with one of her shoes. "Want to help you to prepare yourself for our lesson tomorow." She bend over, nearly letting her cleavage touch his face. "And to make sure that it wont be so boring again tomorrow." "Tracy I..." "hush mr. Tutor. It is my turn to give a lesson now and you dont want to get punished for interrupting me" one of her feet landed on his crotch and with a smile she felt the bulge in his pants. "Do you?" She massaged his stiff member in slow circles. "First of all, throw that junk away. We are not in preschool anymore." She picked up the unfinished model and ripped out the cables which connected the neutrons and positrons. Then she folded them and tossed them in his face. She crumbled up the small globes and one after the other hit his face. Only the nucleus was left. "Do you like my tits?" She asked all of a sudden. "Most men like my tits. You can touch them if you want but I think you are special." She climbed down and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding so close that his dick was between her legs. She moved rythmical, enjoying the sweat on his forehead and his gasping for air. "You can surely give wayyy more interesting - and sexy lessons if you want to.
He reached to his desk and turned a frame upside down. Hiding the picture in it. "Your wife?" She asked. The prof just nodded. "Dont worry. I will just have my way with you. Its just.. fun. If you want it to stop you just have to say so and I will." She licked at his ears. "But actually I want you to beg on your knees to get fucked by me. I want you to whimper like a little boy to give you the permission to enter my beautiful body with your pathetic dick. But of course I wont let you." With that she stood up and walked around his desk. She saviored the look on his face. He was exhausted already and it seemed that he has just suffered a major loss. An addict whos drugs have been just flushed down the toilet.
"Ugh", she sayed. "No wonder you turned that around." She sayed as she looked at the picture he covered. A women around his age with reddish hair. She could have been pretty a lot of ages ago but now... "My cheerleader training begins soon and there will be a real men watching me. And probably I will take him home with me but I still have a little time." She walked back to his chair and dropped the expansive Frame to the ground. "Kiss my shoe and I might think about making you happy for the first time for long." The glass cracked as she stepped onto the photo of his wife with her perfect cute feet in that heeled summer sandals." The man looked down her slightly tanned and silky legs and degrading or not. He wanted to kiss these blue painted, cute, young toes that stood on his old wifes picture. Dont even think about touching me!" She warned. "Kiss my shoe and I do you a favor. Touch my skin and I am gone to training." So he got on his hands and knees and kissed the young foot on the splintered picture.
She made a step, entirely destroying the case and puncturing the picture to sit down on his chair. Turn over and free that little worm in your pants she commanded as she started to read the records of his other pupils. With the dirty sole of her shoe she massaged and caressed his dick for a few minutes, reading the records and starting to edit some of them. As that became boring she played with her phone, updating her profile - and took a picture from under the desk. "You better hurry up down there. I need to go soon"
She felt him throbing beneath her shoes "about time. Maybe I come over next week - or before the exams." She started to wipe her messy foot on his shirt and was about to get up.
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