Redhead teacher teaches student with big cock a lesson

Title: A Lesson in Riding

Professor Sasha Redding always took pride in her students’ success, even the ones who struggled to grasp the material. With her fiery red hair, emerald green eyes, and curvaceous figure accentuated by her tailored suits, she was the epitome of an alluring educator. Her passion for teaching extended beyond the confines of the classroom, a fact that became increasingly clear when she offered private tutoring to those in need.

Marcus visiting the Professor’s office hours, hoping to improve his grades. He had been struggling in herotto-secret history class all semester, and with the final approaching, panic started setting in. As he sat across from the statuesque ginger, nerves wracked his body as he tried to keep his eyes on her face, but they kept slipping downward to her ample cleavage. She noticed his wandering gaze and smiled knowingly.

“I see we have a little distraction here,” she purred, gesturing to her chest. “Tell me, Marcus, what is it about me that catches your eye?”

He blushed furiously, stammering out an apology. Sasha only laughed, reaching over to caress his cheek. “Oh, don’t be shy. I much prefer honesty.” Her fingers traced his jawline before dipping lower, playing with his shirt collar. “I think you and I can help each other out here. I’ll give you some extra credit…if you’re willing to learn from a more…personal perspective.”

Marcus’ heart hammered in his chest as Sasha unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra barely containing her breasts. She stood and walked around the desk, standing so close he could feel the heat emanating from her. Throwing one leg over his lap in a straddle, she took his face in her hands and crashed her lips against his in a searing kiss.

He responded eagerly, hands roaming over her body as she ground down on him. Breaking the kiss, she stood and shimmied out of her skirt, showing off a matching lace thong and garter belt. Discarding her top, she climbed back into his lap, her breasts spilling out of his hands as she writhed against him. Roughly fisting her hand in his hair, she dragged him downward until his face was buried in her cleavage.

“Show me how much history you’ve learned,” she demanded breathlessly, guiding his mouth to her nipple as her hips undulated slower. He obliged readily, lavishing attention on her breasts as she weaved her fingers in his hair. His other hand slid down her back, tracing the delicate lily tattoo at the small of her back.

She gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch. “Your turn, I think,” she whispered huskily, reaching down to undo his belt. Yanking his pants and boxers down, she wrapped her hand around his hard length, stroking him as he shuddered against her. Contemplating for a moment, she slid off his lap and knelt before him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Such an impressive specimen, Marcus,” she hummed appreciatively, pumping him slowly as her other hand massaged his heavy balls. “I’m going to give you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him fully into her hot mouth. His head fell back with a groan, fingers fisting in her hair as she worked him over. She took him deeper, lips stretched tight as her nose hit his pelvis, and held him there for a long, slow inhale before pulling off.

Straddling him again, she reached between them to guide him to her entrance. With a downward thrust, she enveloped him fully, throwing her head back with a low moan. Languidly riding him, she draped her arms around his neck, pressing her tits against his face, and whispered in his ear. “I want to feel every inch of you fucking me.”

Marcus needed no further encouragement, hands gripping her ass as he slammed up into her, meeting each downward twist of her hips with a heavy thrust. The heat of their combined arousal drenched him, slicking his way as she bounced on his cock. Heaving her breasts pillowing against him, he latched onto a nipple and sucked harshly, teasing it between his teeth.

Their rhythm grew frenetic and desperate, the sounds of their erotic dance filling the room. Sasha’s head tossed from side to side, red locks fanning out around her as her cries grew louder, punctuated by his grunts as he pistoned into her. Sensing her impending orgasm, he delved between her legs, finding her swollen clit and rubbing mercilessly.

“Oh fuck, Marcus!” she keened, grinding her hips down in tight circles. “I’m going to cum all over your big, thick cock!” Her cunt spasmed around him as her climax crashed over her, thighs quivering.

He followed her over the edge with a shouted roar, spilling himself deep inside her clutching sheath. Pulse after pulse of his hot release flooded her, prolonging her orgasm as he continued to rock into her, chasing every last drop. Finally spent, they collapsed together, sweaty and panting, limbs still intertwined.

Sasha reached up to push a strand of hair off his forehead, brushing her Fingertips down his cheek with infinite tenderness. “Congratulations, Marcus. I think you’ve earned something quite special.”

Pulling away, she knelt before him and began to get dressed amidst his stammers of gratitude. Straightening her skirt, she fixed him with a sly smile. “You’re welcome, darling. Don’t bother wearing that tomorrow – straight to the shower as soon as you get home. Oh, and I wouldn’t mind if you showed up late to class. They can shiver without me today. Happy Fucking New Year indeed!”

With that, she sauntered out, leaving him slack-jawed and twitching with the aftershocks of their encounter. Whistling, he packed up his things and left, a sprig of mistletoe tucked behind his ear and tongue still tingling from the taste of her.