OMG! My hot prof is a handjob genius! Crazy Tease & Denial by TheMagicMuffin

OMG! My hot prof is a handjob genius! A crazy tease & denial adventure

In the heart of Germany, at a prestigious university, a bodacious blonde bombshell named Jessica had a steamy secret. Her scorching hot professor, Dr. Butternuts, was an absolute handjob god. The stacked student had an intense infatuation with her older, wiser educator, and he indulged her craving for intense, prolonged pleasure sessions during his office hours.

One sultry afternoon, after dismissing her classmates, Jessica sauntered to Professor Butternuts’ office, her luscious, perky B-cup tits bouncing with each step under her tight, low-cut blouse. Her hip-hugging pencil skirt clung to her round, pizza-sharing ass, and her conservative, white lace panties provided a stark contrast to the intoxicating atmosphere.

Knocking three times, she entered the room, her emerald eyes fixated on the handsome professor. Dr. Butternuts sat behind his mahogany desk, his tie loosened, his eyes shimmering with mischief. He gestured for her to take a seat.

“Ah, Jessica, my smokin’ hot little wonder. I thought you’d never arrive,” he grinned. “Let’s begin your private session, shall we?”

Jessica smiled coyly, uncrossing her legs. She leaned forward, allowing her boyfriend material cleavage to peek through her unbuttoned blouse. Dr. Butternuts licked his thick lips, his dick twitching in anticipation.

“Go on, Professor. I want you to show me a good time. I want you to reinforce everything I learned,” she purred, uncrossing her legs once more.

Fishing out a well-worn copy of the Kama Sutra, Dr. Butternuts flipped through the pages. “As you can see, dearie, a true handjob master knows that the key to outrageous bliss is to pay attention to the entire dick, not just the sensitive tip.”

Seated across from him, Jessica watched intently. She slowly plunged her hand up her skirt, a delicate moan escaping her tasty lips at her lightest touch. The implications of his scholarly words dropped her panties.

“T-tell me more…” she stammered, two fingers caressing her throbbing clit. Her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her blouse.

Dr. Butternuts’ eyes were glued to Jessica’s lewd display. His toffee-colored cock swelled in his designer slacks, its size rivaled only by the bulge on the back of her thigh. He stood, unclasping his belt, revealing his tree trunk shaft. It stood at full attention, its smooth surface tinged a deep, inviting bronze.

“Carefully wrap your delicate hand around my engorged monster. Place your supple thumb against the underside, close to the base. Now, apply steady, firm pressure. Your other fingers should remain still, advises Dr. Butternuts, watching her with a lustful gaze.

Jessica did as instructed,ixenxing in delight as his hot flesh pulsed in her hand. She started at the base of his shaft, closely trailing his veins with her feathery fingertips. Slowly, she crept upwards, communicating with his thick cockhead. Enraptured, she began to stroke his shaft, timing her movement with her subsiding chews. Her fist flew upward, past the tip. She repeated the motion with reckless abandon.

“Oh, please… more.. harder…” she whimpered, feverishly pumping his rock-solid pole, growing dizzy from the aroma of his masculine musk. Her pussy lips quivered uncontrollably, dripping with her nectar.

“With each upward stroke, add a squeeze. Your index and middle finger will be traveling up the underside… all the way up.. to the tip.. ” Dr. Butternuts instructed, hissing with pleasure. His eyes rolled back, overtaken by euphoria, as drops of salty precum began to seep from his swollen cockhead.

Jessica alternated slow, teasing strokes with rapid tempoda. She then began varying her strokes – long kneadles from base to tip, short fistes, firm grips, and barely-there tickles. Her warm hand glided over his cock like a dark-haired mermaid skimming the salt water surface. With her free hand, she graised his swollen balls, rippling them between her fingertips.

Dr. Butternuts had never felt such acutely blissful torture during a teaching session. His gorgeous student was naturally gifted in the art of handjobs and never missed a beat. His musky scent, thick yet refreshing, intensified with each drop of sweat that formed on his brow.

“Us graduated students now move on to advanced techniques,” he said huskily, his voice Bobbing with each movement.”Try out the liver treatment…”

Jessica leaned in close. With a delicate moan from deep within her throat, she took his throbbing dick into her warm, skilled fingers. The pleasure-pain of his hot flesh throbbing between her cupped palms contributed to her erotic frustration, growing more and more unbearable. She licked her lips, her eyes heavy with lust, her clit swollen and needy.

Dr. Butternuts wrapped beide’s hands tightly around his engorged meat, whimsical sensation running through every fiber of his being. “Spread those insanely tan fingertips of yours. Go from base to tip. Spread your palms over the shit.”

As she gradually clenched and relaxed her fingers, Jessica could feel each of his thick pulsing veins throbbing hotly against her palm. She squeezed her cantaloupe-sized breasts, their stiff nipples straining against her blouse. The mind-bending stimulation was preplantizing, and there was no way she could last much longer. Her pussy was leaking evidence, and her creamy thighs were spasming.

“That’s it,” panted Dr. Butternuts “Now rapidly Knead the shaft with your thumbs. Feel each inch of my cock.”

As his shaft strained with impending release, he grabbed her wrist. “We’re not done yet. The true master holds back.”

With a devious smile, he floated her hand away. “Now use your spit. Slick and slide that handjob until I’m practically begging for release.”

No longer in control, Jessica wrapped her fingers around his slippery cock, flying over fat cockhead, rubbing the line of the glans while fitting his tight foreskin and stroking.. “Fuuuuck. That’s intense…” he nuttered. Jessica felt Satan himself shiveling and sizzling and snapping like a goose onto her velvet palm. His thrusted genitals clenched in overthrow agony, and his buttocks flexed against the desk as his orgasm ripped through him.

“Milk it dry,” he growled. And she did.

Admiring Dr. Buttermanns’s shitlted tongue hanging from his mouth and his trembling damnd cock hanging nearby, Jessica aimed for the kill. She tugged and squeezed, chasing him over the edge. He curved ironically, and she felt the first splut of his warm cum land on her face.

“This is only the beginning,” Dr. Butternuts grinned, a surmount bubbling up from his lips. The renowned professor was already getting hard again.

Jessica’s pussy was pulsing out of control, her clit popping in and out of its swelling hood, aching for release. She judded with the aftershocks, trying to regain her composure. “Can you teach me more, Professor?” she asked, a desperate little whimper escaping her lips.

“A very good girl gets a very good reward. Sit on the edge of the desk and spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky with lust. “Let me see that tight little cunt.”

Jessica obeyed, hitching up her skirt and exposing her dripping pussy. Her diamond-hard nipples poked against the thin fabric of her blouse, begging to be touched. She gasped as Dr. Butternuts slid his thick fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit her sweet spot.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers,” he growled, pumping them in and out of her tight heat. His thumb rubbed circles on her swollen clit, driving her wild with pleasure. “I want to watch you come undone for me.”

Jessica threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she bucked against his hand. “Oh, fuck, Professor! I’m going to come!”

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she shuddered as her orgasm crashed over her. Her juices coated his hand, and he continued to stroke her, riding out her high.

“Good girl,” he purred, slowly removing his fingers from her dripping cunt. “But we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

He pulled her off the desk and spun her around, bending her over the chair. Her round ass was on full display, and he gave it a hard slap. She yelped and wiggled her hips, inviting him to do it again.

Dr. Butternuts zipped down his slacks, freeing his cock once more. It slapped against her ass, already rock hard and ready. “I’m going to fuck you now, Jessica. I’m going to split that tight little pussy wide open and make you scream my name.”

“Yes, Professor,” she whimpered, grinding her ass back against him. “Please, fuck me. I need your hard cock inside me.”

With one swift thrust, he buried himself balls deep in her dripping cunt. She cried out in pleasure, her walls stretching to accommodate his thick length. He began to piston in and out of her, the chair creaking with each powerful thrust.

The professor’s hands gripped her hips, digging into her soft flesh. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their harsh breathing and moans of pleasure. He pushed her down, changing the angle of his thrusts, and she saw stars.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Jessica,” he grunted, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. “I could fuck you all day long.”

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. “I want to come on your cock. I want to milk you dry.”

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he growled, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. “I love it.”

His rubbed harder, fucking her faster, and she could feel another orgasm building. Her pussy clenched around him, fluttering with the promise of pleasful release.

“Come for me, Jessica,” he commanded, slapping her ass hard. “Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze my cock.”

Her pleasure peaked, and she screamed his name as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy gushed around his cock, soaking them both in her juices. Dr. Butternuts groaned, thrusting deep one final time before spilling his seed inside her.

They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. Dr. Butternuts pressed soft kisses along her spine as they caught their breath. “You’ve learned your lesson well, my dear,” he whispered. “I think you’re ready for the next level.”

Jessica giggled, already eager for her next lesson. “What do you have in store for me, Professor?”

Dr. Butternuts smirked, his cock already starting to stir inside her once again. “Oh, I have a feeling you’re going to love this next one. I’m going to introduce you to the world of dangerous handjob denial techniques that will leave you begging for more.”

Jessica shivered with anticipation, already craving his touch once more. She knew that with Professor Butternuts as her guide, she would learn to master the art of handjob bliss and tease like never before.

But for now, she would savor the afterglow of their session and dream of their next rendezvous. Little did she know that Dr. Butternuts had even more intricate handjob techniques up his designer-sleeve – techniques that would bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over again until she was a quivering, begging mess.

But that, dear reader, is a story for another day. Suffice it to say, under the tutelage of her masterful professor, Jessica’s sexual education had only just begun – and it promised to be the most enlightening, erotic experience of her young life.