After School Special
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
9,320
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
One Woman's Fantasy
Professor Martin moved the chair from in front of the door, putting it to the side where it would be behind the door if it opened completely. The Professor swung the door wide revealing a rather distraught, but attractive, woman standing there. Professor Martin stepped back and gestured for her to com inside. She nodded and entered the room, finding her way to his desk and standing in front of it. Professor Martin shut the door after the woman entered and replaced the chair in front of the door.
Naomi and Jasmine had a certain fear in the minds but they couldn’t stop pleasuring one another in the light of this new person, whose feet were so close to them that they had to slide over a little bit to avoid being touched by her feet. They continued to play with one another as they listened to the door creak shut and the chair being shoved in front of the door once more.
Professor Martin turned in his place, faced the woman, and took a few steps towards her. He looked her over like he did with any new woman; it was part of his compulsive male nature. She was wearing shiny brown dress shoes, cleanly shaved legs, smooth as silken bed sheets, a knee length black dress skirt, a skin tight white button up shirt with long sleeve, a gentle face, wearing black rimmed contemporary glasses, she had her hair in a bun, with her bangs hanging down on either side of her face. From the looks of this woman she was the librarian.
The woman placed both hands on the desk top as if supporting her body. She looked over to Professor Martin, her expression going from a little sad to lusty. She smiled at the Professor and asked, “Do you know who I am, Professor Martin?” The Professor smirked and replied, “I don’t know what your name is, and unless it’s Halloween that makes you the librarian.” The woman smiled, looking from Professor Martin and back down to the table top. She chuckled to herself and said, “Your right. My name is Lacy.”
Professor Martin raised his eyebrows at the fact that his guess was right. “Well then Librarian Lacy, what can I help you with?” he asked her. Lacy’s smile dropped from her expression as she looked back over to the Professor. She met his gaze for a moment before asking, “Do you grant wishes, Professor?” Professor Martin was puzzled. He continued to hold her eye contact, her blue eyed stare penetrating him. He cocked his head to one side before asking saying, “It all depends, what do you have in mind Librarian?” Lacy kept the gaze and a longing expression came over her face as she said, “I want you to screw me.”
Naomi and Jasmine had a certain fear in the minds but they couldn’t stop pleasuring one another in the light of this new person, whose feet were so close to them that they had to slide over a little bit to avoid being touched by her feet. They continued to play with one another as they listened to the door creak shut and the chair being shoved in front of the door once more.
Professor Martin turned in his place, faced the woman, and took a few steps towards her. He looked her over like he did with any new woman; it was part of his compulsive male nature. She was wearing shiny brown dress shoes, cleanly shaved legs, smooth as silken bed sheets, a knee length black dress skirt, a skin tight white button up shirt with long sleeve, a gentle face, wearing black rimmed contemporary glasses, she had her hair in a bun, with her bangs hanging down on either side of her face. From the looks of this woman she was the librarian.
The woman placed both hands on the desk top as if supporting her body. She looked over to Professor Martin, her expression going from a little sad to lusty. She smiled at the Professor and asked, “Do you know who I am, Professor Martin?” The Professor smirked and replied, “I don’t know what your name is, and unless it’s Halloween that makes you the librarian.” The woman smiled, looking from Professor Martin and back down to the table top. She chuckled to herself and said, “Your right. My name is Lacy.”
Professor Martin raised his eyebrows at the fact that his guess was right. “Well then Librarian Lacy, what can I help you with?” he asked her. Lacy’s smile dropped from her expression as she looked back over to the Professor. She met his gaze for a moment before asking, “Do you grant wishes, Professor?” Professor Martin was puzzled. He continued to hold her eye contact, her blue eyed stare penetrating him. He cocked his head to one side before asking saying, “It all depends, what do you have in mind Librarian?” Lacy kept the gaze and a longing expression came over her face as she said, “I want you to screw me.”