BLACKED Thirsty Teachers Assistant Craves Her Professors BBC

Title: “Delicious Depravity”

The sunlight filtering through the blinds of Professor Jenkins’ office cast a warm glow on the tousled red hair of his petite, slender assistant. Cinnie, a 20-year-old temptress with a penchant for pushing boundaries, had been working under him for the past semester, eagerly lapping up both academic knowledge and carnal pleasures.

As the clock struck noon on a lazy Friday afternoon, Cinnie sauntered into her boss’s office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She was clad in a skimpy white blouse that strained against her perky breasts, a tiny black skirt, and thigh-high stockings that hinted at her naughty intentions. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as she approached Professor Jenkins’ desk.

“You called for me, Professor?” she purred, leaning forward to give him an eyeful of her cleavage.

Professor Jenkins, a strapping black man with a scholarly air, looked up from his desk. “Ah yes, Cinnie. I need your help with some…research,” he said, his deep voice tinged with a hint of British accent.

Cinnie smacked her plump lips, a devious smile playing across her face. “Research, you say? Well, sign me up!”

She sashayed around the desk, her hips swaying hypnotically. Hovering beside him, Cinnie boldly ran a finger along his jawline. “What kind of research are we talking about here, Professor? The academic sort, or something a bit more…intimate?”

Professor Jenkins rose from his chair, towering over the petite redhead. “Both, my dear. I’ve noticed your…eagerness to learn. I thought we could delve deeper into the subject matter.”

Cinnie bit her plump lower lip, her cheeks flushing with arousal. “I like the sound of that,” she murmured, her hand drifting down to palm the growing bulge in his trousers.

Professor Jenkins growled, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. “You’re a naughty little minx, aren’t you?”

Cinnie giggled, undaunted by his dominant demeanor. “I thought you’d appreciate that in an assistant.”

With a swift movement, Professor Jenkins swept the papers off his desk and lifted Cinnie onto the surface. She gasped, her legs spreading instinctively. He ran his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her lacy thong. His fingers brushed against her dampness, making Cinnie moan.

“I don’t think these panties are fitting for our research,” Professor Jenkins declared, ripping the flimsy garment away.

Cinnie let out a yelp of surprise, but the protest died on her lips as Professor Jenkins knelt before her, his dark head disappearing beneath her skirt. His tongue delved into her slick folds, making Cinnie throw her head back in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, Professor!” she cried, tangling her fingers in his short black curls.

He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue swirling around her clit and plunging deep into her tight channel. Cinnie arched her back, her hips bucking against his face as she rode his mouth.

Suddenly, Professor Jenkins stood, unzipping his trousers to release his massive black cock. Cinnie’s eyes widened at the sight, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. The professor pushed her blouse off her shoulders, baring her small, pert breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled, positioning his thick head at her entrance.

Cinnie nodded frantically, her pussy clenching in anticipation. With a swift thrust, Professor Jenkins buried himself to the hilt in her hot, wet center. Cinnie screamed, her body shaking with the force of his penetration.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, beginning to piston his hips.

Cinnie wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The desk creaked ominously beneath them as Professor Jenkins pounded into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” Cinnie begged, her nails raking down his back.

Professor Jenkins obliged, his thick cock spreading her open, stretching her to the limit. The feel of his hard, black shaft plunging into her eager pinkness was almost too much to bear. Cinnie could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice.

“Oh god, Professor, I’m going to cum!” she wailed, her body tensing.

With a final, powerful thrust, Professor Jenkins buried himself balls-deep in Cinnie’s convulsing cunt. He held himself there as she came apart around him, her juices gushing out to coat his pulsing shaft.

As Cinnie came down from her high, Professor Jenkins pulled out, his massive cock glistening with her essence. With a grunt, he grabbed her head, forcing Cinnie to her knees.

“You’ve been a very good assistant,” he said, his voice heavy with lust. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Cinnie opened her mouth obediently, sticking out her tongue. Professor Jenkins smirked, fisting his throbbing shaft. A few quick strokes later, he erupted, his hot, sticky seed splattering across Cinnie’s face and into her eagerly waiting mouth.

Cinnie moaned, swallowing the creamy load as it hit the back of her throat. Professor Jenkins watched, entranced, as she licked her lips clean.

“Well done, assistant,” he said, tucking himself away and zipping up his trousers. “I think your performance deserves an A+.”

Cinnie grinned, standing on wobbly legs. “I’d definitely take that recommendation, Professor,” she purred.

As she straightened her clothing, Cinnie knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful working relationship. With a wink and a sway of her hips, she sauntered out of the office, ready for her next lesson.