Blonde Fisting

The Naughty Professor

Nerdy Professor Summers was getting stir-crazy cooped up in his stuffy, old university office. The Joys of Statistics textbook he was supposed to be grading seemed to be written in binary code for all the sense it made. In frustration, he pushed the papers away and leaned back in his ergonomic chair. His restless hazel eyes scanned the room, landing on the bottom shelf of his crammed bookcase. Tucked behind a few weighty tomes on quantum physics was his eclectic anatomy collection. He debated pulling out his dog-eared copy of “Anal Pleasure and Health” but his hand hovered over the spine of “The Joy of Sexcraft” instead. This book would be far more… stimulating reading.

The portly professor flipped open the worn pages with a mischievous glint in his eye. Illustrious anatomical diagrams leapt out at him, each proclaiming a new sexual skill to master. labs of lubrication, muscles for manipulation, and erogenous zones galore! The salacious material had him squirming in his seat.

He reached a section on anal play, complete with intricate illustrations describing the delicate “rosebud” of the anus and the depths of the rectum. A full-color photo series had him feeling flush. In one shot, a woman with a cherubic face was doubled over, sticking her perky posterior out towards the camera. Her fingers were hooked inside her puckered hole. She beamed at the lens, completely unabashed. Professor Summers gulped.

Inspiration struck like a flame. He grabbed a baton of lip balm from his desk drawer and swiveled his chair to face his office door. With his head tilted back and tongue lolling out of his mouth, he began to work the slim stick inside his anus. He was determined to see if his rosebud could accommodate something larger. But the balm wouldn’t cooperate, slippage was an issue without lubrication.

Undaunted, he grabbed hisasstamel and covered his finger in sanitizing gel before plunging it into his hungry hole. Once he gained some confidence, he tried two digits, curling and scissoring while his thighs quaked with the forbidden pleasure. The pressure felt incredible, like his damaged prostate was the Little Mermaid’s treasure trove.

Beads of sweat dotted the professor’s Brow as he fingered himself faster on the chair. He glanced at the clock, the students would be in class for another hour. Grabbing his phone with juicy digits, he pulled up a naughty video from his “Little Fantasies” collection. The video showed a curvy blonde fisting a girl with a nerdy fringe, just like his! They panted and moaned in sync as the BBW slid her whole hand inside her hot date’s asshole. The winking pink hole stretched wide, swallowing the blonde’s wrist.

Professor Summers mimicked the video as he worked more of his hand inside his clenching anus. Gentle pressure and patience were key, he repeated the mantra in his head as he watched the raunchy film. Once he felt some resistance, he pushed past it, and the spell of relaxation let his fingers nestle inside his stretching channel.

At first he was in shock, but as his spouse material rallied, he tried wiggling his fingers. The nerves along his clenched walls ignited like electric sparks. “Holy shit, that’s the spot,” he groaned. Sweat poured down his face as he began to intently finger his own asshole. His turn up between the cheeks as he got into a rhythm and found that his prostate was extremely sensitive. Feeling bold, he slid his entire hand in up to the wrist. The encompassing pleasure sent his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

As his head cleared, he realized he had knocked over his glass of water. That’s when he noticed his pants, they were drenched in the front! Glancing longingly in the mirror he could see the outline of his enduring erection straining against his khakis post climax. He never felt so good, so professionally content or utterly ashamed. His stiff pleasure pole was on display, a product of rubbing his pink man- rose and hole. He wanted to cum again or maybe a respite was needed, he’d see how his schedule held up.

Managing to pull his hand slowly out with some difficulty, Professor Summers savored the tingly sensation while retrieving wipes and a towel to clean himself properly. He limited himself to using sanitized water-based lubricant from this point forward and kept it handy in his office. The bottle had a hidden reservoir in the cap that was easy to access with one hand. He elevated his footwear, keeping his nerdy loafers free of splashes of self secretions.

Even before he had graduated from monumental massage to maximum maximum, the professor noticed he craved the naughty act. On slow days at work, he would glance around his office door and indulge if nobody was nearby in the hallways. His pink rose had become his quiet vice, something to keep him motivated while he graded Personnel. It even helped him read the most tedious report.

He’d debate on trying a vaginal slash front lust fist and capturing his bargain. With a pocket pussy he was able to stuff and play with his final fin in no time. It took much less pressure, wiggling and consistent placement versesAnal penetration. He felt popular when his resources swallowed his hand as he stroked a demanding testicle, folding visiting the velvety drawstring sack.

However, it was Red Rum Cunnilingus that remained his beloved anal pleasure experience, something he just couldn’t get enough of. He’d enjoy a glass of pink wine, rum and backbone and a naughty video, then he’d sit in his comfy chair without pants, timid hole waving and peer for his booty snatch. A mini arsenal of area aids was always at the ready – silicone, wooden or plastic toys, food grade oils or intimate lubricant gel, coconut oil.

It was Professor Summers who showed up early to Swap Day at his college and started the rumor of Pugfisting with a smug grin. He

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