Shirt of a fresher Unbuttoned by professor and licked

Title: A Saucy Seminar – The Academy’s Indiscrets

The professors were gathered together in the faculty lounge for a meeting to discuss the upcoming semester’s course offerings and tuition fees. Amidst the dull drone of paperwork and protocol, Professor Chen strolled in late, adorned in a crisp button-down white shirt that seemed freshly pressed from his last encounter withooking iron.

As he slid into a vacant chair at the roundtable conference, Professor Chen absentmindedly began undoing his shirt’s top buttons, revealing the smooth, tawny skin of his chest. The secretaries sat up a little straighter, eyes widening ever so slightly through thick-rimmed glasses perched dangerously close to slipping off the precipice of their noses.

This wasn’t the first time Professor Chen had “forgotten” to complete his morning ritual of donning his shirt’s buttons securely. In fact, it had become quite the inside joke among the faculty – the unbuttoned adventure of their most rakish educator.

But today, a shuffled of his papers and a twist of his torso sent his shirt sliding off his shoulders, landing on the cold hard floor. Gasps echoed through the room – half in disbelief, half in hushed delight at the unexpected reveal.

Professor Chen sat there for a moment, stunned. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the slack-jawed faces of his colleagues. Then, ever the charmer, he chuckled, dismissing the incident with a wave of his hand.

“I was so engrossed in discussing this semester’s curriculum, I failed to notice my shirt making its way to the floor,” he purred, his voice dripping with sex appeal. “I’ll have to be more mindful of my attire in the future.”

The faculty shot each other knowing glances, used to the professor’s racy antics. But one secretary, Miss Ling, found herself blushing furiously, cheeks burning crimson as she avoided eye contact and busied herself with organizing papers on her lap.

Soon enough, the meeting resumed, a few clumsy attempts at normalcy book-ending their flustered faces. However, a small smirk played on Professor Chen’s rosewater lips and he casually extended his leg, grazing Miss Ling’s foot under the table.

Miss Ling’s eyes widened as she felt the slight brush of his muscular thigh against her delicate ankle, a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. She dared a glance at the professor, who licked his lips ever so slowly, batting long black lashes in her direction.

Heat rose between her legs, a familiar ache throbbing at the center of her well. The rest of the meeting passed in a haze for her. All she could think about was Professor Chen’s smoldering gaze, his lush mouth, the feeling of his skin under her fingertips…

Finally, the meeting adjourned and Miss Ling gathered her notebooks, poised to slip away before she lost her nerve. But she found herself face-to-face with Professor Chen, his hand outstretched as he helped her to her feet.

In that moment, their eyes locked and the electricity crackled between them, rendering them breathless. The clamor of voices faded into the background as they took in each other, ragged with tension.

“Miss Ling,” the professor rumbled, voice low and throaty. “Might I suggest a private study session after our meeting today? I’ve noticed your attention wavering and I would hate to see your grades suffer because of it.”

“Professor Chen,” she breathed, pulse thrumming in her ears. “I would love nothing more than a one-on-one session with you. For my education, of course.”

“Of course,” he smiled, wolfish and wicked. Hand still resting possessively on her lower back, he led her from the room, eager to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Under the silence of the empty classroom, they collided in a tangle of limbs and lips, his tongue licking into her mouth as his hands fisted in her hair. Miss Ling writhed against him, grinding her hips into his muscular thighs.

“Such a naughty girl,” he growled, tweaking her nipples through her uniform. “I can’t wait to punish you.”

Her “punishment” commenced with the professor slowly, teasingly removing her shirt, blazer, and pants, leaving her in nothing but a demure white blouse and a pair of sheer lace panties.

He stalked around her as she trembled, appreciated the look of her, legs parted and breasts heaving. “Absolutely exquisite,” he praised, dragging a finger down the curve of her back.

Grasping her waist, he lifted her onto the desk where they had gone over their last lesson. Mocking sincerity, he demanded “Hands on the desk, naughty girl” and she complied, spreading her legs wide in submission.

His fingers traced the lace of her panties, hooking into the garter and pulling aside. The wetness of her arousal painted the fabric, signaling her desire. Professor Chen groaned at the sight, painfully hard beneath the confines of his own pants.

Lifting her chin, he whispered gruffly “Eyes on me” as he buried his head between her thighs, his wicked tongue tracing her folds. “I want to hear every wanton moan spill from these pretty lips.”

He lapped at her clit, Circular motions and thorough licks that drove her wild. Ragged gasps inched closer as his fingers pumped two at once, curling into that perfect spot. Her head tossed back and she babbled messes against the flicker of his tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, resurfacing to bite her lower lip. “You taste divine. I want to bankrupt your mind and leave you dripping for more.”

Classic Professor Chen, always fond of a grand speech. He pushed her back atop the desk, fingers ghosting the outer folds of her cunt. A deliberate, measured assault.

“Tell me, Miss Ling,” he growled, dragging his tongue against her inner thigh. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you,” she cried, clawing at his back, breasts heaving with desire. “I need you in every way possible. Fill me up, I want to feel owned by you.”

“Precisely the lesson I intended.”

Wasting no time, he buried his cock inside of her, conquering her mouth with a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace. Groans of rapture filled the empty classroom, stained with the sounds of ecstasy and indulgence.

Release came hard and fast, shuddering as Miss Ling clung to her professor’s shoulders, lost in a frenzied glimpse of – bliss and pleasure.

As they rinsed off in the scalding hot-faculty shower together after their romp, Professor Chen chuckled deeply, drawing his forehead to hers. “Do you suppose we can sneak in our next private study session this weekend?”

Miss Ling bit her lip, a coy smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “I was hoping you’d say that.”