Wax it
From Torg Adventure
"I want you to get this waxed..." you say quietly, your voice just a whisper as you pet her thick patch of fur. Your fingers drift lower and you find her slit already slick with juices and as your fingers near her entrance, she's practically dripping. She shivers as your fingers slide over her womanhood, and she leans back against her desk to keep from falling while she cries out, her moan stifled slightly by her teeth sinking into her lip.
"Professor, you have one hour before your office hours start, I will be there on time today. Get this taken care of before then," you say, slightly tugging on some of her lush bush.
"I'll do it right now," she says in a loud moan. Your finger teases her lips apart and the tip starts sliding through her folds. Her pussy is soaked! You look down and she's practically got a puddle started under her ass cheeks.
"Professor, how wet do you get?" you ask. She hesitates and doesn't answer while your finger snakes around the little pebble at the top of her slit.
"Professor, you will always tell me the truth," you say forcefully. She nods and whispers "always, truth," as her back arches and a tiny gush of juice rushes forth just as your finger teases around her opening.
"How wet do you get?"
"VERY!" she cries out and more of her juices flow from her.
"Squirter?" you ask, an eyebrow raises.
"Yes! And More!" she practically screams into the empty lecture hall.
"Are you close now?"
"Fuck yes!" she screams full out.
With a devious grin you pull your finger from your teacher's twat and she gasps as if punched in the stomach?
"Why?" she asks as her breath comes back. "I was so close....It's been so long," she moans.
"We will finish at your office. I will meet you there in two hours," you say, backing away from your new toy.
"My office, two hours, wax my pubic hair before that," she repeats like she's trying to remember what groceries to pick up.
"Professor, do you like the taste of your own pussy?" you ask. Your cock twitches and you want to taste her now. There's plenty on your finger and you can't help but suck it clean. For the first pussy you've ever tasted, you can't imagine one better. Light, sweet, with a hint of something that's almost like fruit. Nothing like what you've been lead to believe.
"I've never..." she replies, still trying to catch her breath.
"Never?" you ask. She shakes her head as two of your fingers plunge inside her drenched fuck hole and they come out practically dripping. You place them an inch from her mouth, but she doesn't move.
"Suck my fingers clean."
She does as commanded and without being told to, she seems to be really enjoying it. She was very tentative at first, but then she started getting into it with her tongue. It wasn't long before she was moaning lightly around your digits and her tongue was swirling around them like a cock. Your supposedly goody-two-shoes of a professor must be a goddamn-near professional level cock sucker.
Not long after her pussy juice is cleaned off your fingers, you pull your hand away and you look at her. "Clock is ticking, Prof. You'd better get moving."
She doesn't disappoint, she gets off the desk, her bra and panties are left there on the desk and she grabs her brief case.
"The underwear are yours for a trophy or whatever," she says with a wicked grin and a gleam in her eye. "I won't be needing them for the rest of the day," she adds.
You watch her ass sway out of the lecture hall and you are left with a serious hardon and two hours to kill.
What are you doing for the next 2 hours?
