swallows sperm in the bathroom of the procuring heart

Title: The Swallowing Student

Dear Diary,

I just witnessed the most outrageous and arousing scene in the bathroom of the Procurator’s Heart tavern. I must recount the tale, my hand shaking with excitement as I pen these words.

It was a warm evening, and the tavern was bustling with patrons. I had retreated to the privacy of the bathroom to gather my thoughts, when I heard a rustling sound from the stall beside me. Curiosity piqued, I strained my ears to listen.

To my surprise, I heard a hushed conversation between a man and a woman. Their voices were familiar, belonging to one of the students who frequented the tavern and a local professor. I knew their identities but will keep their names obscured for privacy’s sake.

“Professor, are you sure we should be doing this here?” the woman whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“Shh, my dear student,” the professor replied, his tone low and authoritative. “I’ve arranged for the bathroom attendants to leave us undisturbed. This is our little secret.”

I heard the sound of kissing and muffled moans. My curiosity turned to intrigue as I imagined what was transpiring behind the closed stall door. The professor’s deep voice growled, “You’ve been such a clever student this semester. I think you deserve a special reward.”

“Oh yes, Professor,” the woman breathed, her words punctuated by soft whimpers of pleasure. “What did you have in mind?”

“That pretty little mouth of yours,” the professor purred. “I want to feel your lips around my cock, and watch you swallow every drop of my cum.”

My heart raced at the obscene words being exchanged. I fought the urge to leave, Torn between guilt at eavesdropping and a growing desire to witness the forbidden act.

The stall door creaked open, and I caught a glimpse of the couple through a small gap. The student, a petite blonde, knelt before the professor, her small hands eagerly unfastening his trousers. The professor’s hardened cock sprang free, and the student let out an appreciative gasp.

“Such a big, thick cock, Professor,” she purred, wrapping her delicate fingers around his shaft. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

The professor groaned as the student leaned forward, her pink lips wrapping around the swollen head of his cock. The sight was utterly shameless, yet incredibly arousing. I felt a stirring in my own trousers as I watched the student begin to bob her head, taking more and more of the professor’s impressive length into her throat.

The professor reached down, tangling his fingers in the student’s hair as he guided her movements. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. Their audience was completely oblivious to the naughty act occurring mere feet away.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” the professor grunted, his hips beginning to thrust forward. “Drain my balls, my dear student. Milk every last drop.”

The student comply without hesitation, her hand stroking his shaft as her lips and tongue worked tirelessly to pleasure him. I could see her throat bulging with the size of his cock, yet she continued to take him deeper, her eyes watering from the effort.

The professor’s grunts grew louder, signaling his impending release. The student worked even harder, determined to coax out the man’s hot seed. With a final thrust, the professor buried himself deep in the student’s throat, his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls.

The student’s eyes widened in surprise as the professor’s cum filled her mouth. She held his cock in place, swallowing rapidly as she tried to keep up with the deluge of semen. But there was too much, and a little trickled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin to land on her heaving chest.

Finally, the professor’s orgasm subsided, and he withdrew his spent cock from the student’s mouth. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of his cum.

“Did you like your reward, my dear student?” the professor asked, a smug smile on his face.

“Yessir, Professor,” the student replied, a look of satisfaction on her face. “That was exquisite.”

As the couple left the stall, I hurriedly exited the bathroom, my heart pounding and my cock straining urgently against my trousers. What I had just witnessed was beyond anything I could have imagined. The professor and student continue to frequent the tavern, but I can’t help but look at them differently now. I wonder if there will be more clandestine trysts in the future, and if I’ll be lucky enough to catch them in the act once again.

Until next time, dear diary. May the pursuit of knowledge, and pleasure, forever endure.