Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"When the time comes for you to present your thesis, you'll have a thesis. Don't worry."

"I don't have all that much time left."

"You have as much time as I say you have. I can extend your term as my assistant almost indefinitely."

Paul was not comforted by that thought.

"Come here," she said, beaming at him as she patted the desk beside her.

His balls gave an agonizing throb. He didn't move.

"I said, come here, Paul," she repeated, removing her glasses. "You know how much I dislike being kept waiting."

He knew, all right. And he knew what was in store for him when he sat down. In the beginning, he'd looked forward to the little extra-curricular sessions, as the professor was a beautiful, sexy woman with a ravenous appetite for sensation. He didn't even mind when she started monopolizing all his time, as she was a thousand times more experienced than any of the college girls he was screwing, and she knew tricks that he didn't think physically possible. One time, after a particularly strenuous session, she'd let something slip about earning her passage to the U.S. by working on the Reeperbahn, Hamburg's notorious red light district, but Paul could get no more out of her about it. It was too bad, too, because the idea of his lovely lady professor, the distinguished author of "Polymerization of Synthetic Resins", taking on all comers in a Hamburg whorehouse turned him on all the way.

Things got strained between them after Paul met Joselyn… and immediately fell head over heels in love with her. He couldn't help himself. For one thing, she threw herself at him and for another, she was the equal of Dr. Blensch in the sack. She was just as skilled in love making and a good fifteen years younger and a hell of a lot tighter where it counted. Right away, Paul had big problems. He had to satisfy two highly demanding women and not let on to either one what he was doing with the other. The more he fucked one of them, the less he was able to fuck the other, and the more the other wanted. The vicious circle caught up to him eventually and now he was in the position of being barely able to satisfy either of them. He could tell that he was losing Joselyn, that she thought he was losing interest in her sexually because his ardor was flagging, and he knew that Dr. Blensch's suspicions about how he spent his mornings were growing daily. He was on the verge of blowing everything.

"Here, Paul!" she snapped. The professor was no longer pointing at the desk. Her finger was jabbed imperiously towards the floor at her feet. Her command was no longer the gentle, coaxing coo of one lover to another; it was the guttural shout from a mistress to her pet dog.

The curly headed young man moved jerkily forward, coming to a halt directly in front of the woman.

"Down!" she bellowed, her finger jabbing in that direction.

Paul groaned softly and sank down to his knees. It was as if he'd been sudden deflated. He felt much, much smaller.

"Look up," she told him.

He obeyed, raising his eyes from the floor to her long, slender legs. She wasn't wearing nylons; she had nothing to hide. Her skin was utterly flawless; almost too smooth, too silky. She scissored her legs, and in so doing, caused the hem of her lab coat to ride up further, so that she was showing him her thighs as well. He stared into the open, tube-like end of her skirt, into the warm shadows between her legs.

"What do you think, Paul?" she asked, rubbing her thighs together with obvious pleasure. "What do you think of my legs?"

It was not the first time Paul had been asked that question; indeed, it wasn't even the fiftieth. The professor was very vain about her legs.

"They're beautiful," he managed to say.

"That's all?" she said, taking hold of the hem of her coat, folding it and her skirt back until they barely covered her fork. Then she flung her knees open wider, wide enough so that on either side of the sleek, pale yellow crotch-band of her bikini panties, the tendons on the insides of her thighs stood out against the creamy skin from the strain.

Paul swallowed hard. Her legs were more than beautiful, they were magical. There was something about the shape of her calves, her thighs, the texture of her skin, that had always had the power to bring him back from the dead. Even as he stared at her, his cock began to pitch and throb in his underwear and the ache in his balls was awesome.

"Ooooooh!" she cooed, gently stroking herself from the insides of her knees to midthigh. "Look at these legs, Paul. Look how long they are. So smoooooth. How would you like to have them wrapped around your back? Real tight around your back. So tight you could hardly breathe, while your cock is going in and out of my hot, wet pussy."

He groaned. With a few words, a minimum of movement, of exposure, she had brought him to full, aching erection. His cock was so tight that it felt like a boiled hot dog about to split its skin. He started to rise.

"No, Paul!" she said, grinning furiously at him. "Stay there. If you want these legs, you must prove to me that you adore them."

He groaned again and sank back down. Dr. Blensch always demanded that he "prove" his love for her, as if only after some kind of personal sacrifice was he worthy of the honor of having sex with her. He didn't mind in the beginning. On the contrary, her kinkiness seemed very European, very sophisticated to him and he found it highly stimulating. It was only after he'd met Joselyn and discovered "true love" that he decided what she asked of him was perverted and sick. It still turned him on, of course.

The professor kicked off her shoes. "I want you to love my legs, Paul," she said, breathlessly. "I want you to kiss my feet, my ankles, my calves, all of my legs. I want you to miss nothing. Do you understand?"

He nodded, swallowing again. His mouth kept flooding with buckets of hot drool and his cock no longer ached quite so much. It had stiffened into a kind of steely hardness, a lurid bulge jammed down the inside of his right pants leg.

"Do it, Paul," she said, straightening out her legs, putting her bare, small feet on his shoulders. The graduate student's face burned with a mixture of shame and excitement as he turned his head, as he nuzzled his face into the side of her right foot. Her skin was so soft, so warm! He began kissing at once, kissing over her ankle, her instep, working his way to her toes.

"Oooooh!" Dr. Blensch moaned, clinging to the edge of the desk as his hot mouth, his hotter brain seared over the underside of her foot.

Her fat little toes were against his lips, the plump pads so sweetly scented, so dainty. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, wiping the moist, red tip up against the sole of her foot, up from the ball to the underside of her toes.

"Ooooooh!!" the professor cried, her face flushing suddenly with color. "Ooooooh, yes!! Lick them!! Lick them, Paul!"

Paul did just that! Moaning ecstatically, he slathered over her toes, sliding his tongue not only over and under them, but between them as well, while the lovely professor squirmed in delight.

"Suck!" she begged him. "Suck!!"

He obeyed at once. Thrusting her toes into his mouth, he began nibbling on them gently, sucking on them, forcing them in and out of his pursed lips like they were tiny cocks.

"Oh! Ohhh!" she wailed, madly shrugging out of her lab coat, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. As he nursed on her toes, she tore open the front of her blouse, exposing her lush, full breasts in their yellow tricot brassiere cups. Her nipples were enormous, great round circles of muted pink mashed up against the tightly clinging nylon. She began plucking at the tiny bumps in the center of her areolas, making them grow alarmingly, making them pucker out into long, fat stubs.

Paul could see what she was doing to herself, how she was teasing herself. Every time she pinched her taut buds, she would let out a low, animalish moan and shudder violently. Her excitement was contagious. Paul got so turned on watching her, sucking her that his cock started oozing pre-cum. It trickled in a solid line down the inside of his leg. He left off sucking her toes and started kissing and licking her ankles, slowly working his way up her long, smooth legs.