Melinda Matson - A seductive student

"Ohhh, I want it so bad!" he whined. "You're driving me crazy!"

She could see that. She could see the trickle of pearly cum oozing from his cockhead, running down over his thigh. She was driving him crazy, all right, but not crazy enough. He was still sitting there, frozen in place by her command.

"What do you want to do to it?" she asked, her voice sounding strange, shrill to her ears, her blood pounding in her skull, her pussy glowing like a bake oven between her thighs.

Bertrand gulped. The expression on his face said he wasn't sure that she was being serious, that he thought she was just teasing him some more.

"Tell me," she said, running the tip of her finger round and round the visibly winking entrance to her cunt, playing with the wet sphincter. "I want to hear it, really."

He gulped again, harder. Even under the dense hair on his neck, his Adam's apple could be seen bobbing. Hope lit up his face, hope of the pathetic, manic variety. His eyes burned into her open cunt.

"Please," he mumbled, "please let me kiss it. I won't do anything else, I promise. I just want to kiss it, to lick it."

"You want to what?!" she said, in astonishment. The professor turned crimson.

"Lick your pussy," he said so softly that she could hardly hear it.

But she did hear it. The whispered words made her head spin and tickles of pleasure explode at the tips of her breasts… The famous professor wanted to kiss her cunt! He was ready to grovel, to humiliate himself for the privilege! The idea of taking her pleasure from him while she debased him was so exciting to her that she could hardly bear it.

Seeing the color rising to the young woman's cheeks, realizing that perhaps he stood a chance of doing what he most dearly wanted to do, Bertrand continued, his voice growing stronger, more assured.

"Please, let me," he said. "I'm good at it, really I am! I can make you cum, I know it. Let me lick it, please. I know I can make you happy."

The slightly more authoritative tone of his voice did not please Joselyn. It was like the sound of fingernails grating across a blackboard to her nerve ends. He was asserting himself, but not the way she wanted.

"I want to get my tongue up inside you," he went on, pausing to moisten his lips. "I want to fuck your pussy with it, to fuck you until you go crazy."

"Shut up!" she snarled. She'd had enough. It was time to show the distinguished scholar who was boss.

Bertrand blinked at her, his lower jaw slack.

"Down on the floor!" she demanded, pointing an imperious finger at the foot of his chair. The professor instantly dropped, kneeling there, his eyes wildly expectant, like a dog that is about to be given a tasty treat and knows it.

"Put your nose on the floor!" she said.

He didn't think twice about it, but lowered his face, pressing the tip of his nose to the linoleum, sticking his behind up in the air. Joselyn laughed at him.

"You really do want to kiss my cunt, don't you?" she said.

Bertrand whimpered, maintaining the nose to tile contact that she had ordered.

"Well, come on then," she told him. "Crawl for it!"

Dr. Bertrand scooted across the floor like a dog on a fresh trail, only raising his face the linoleum when he was directly under her proffered crotch… He meekly lifted his head up, peering at her bare pussy from a distance of less than a foot.

"Did I tell you to take your nose off the floor?" she asked.

Bertrand whimpered and jammed his face back down, salaaming to her wet cunt.

"Now," she said, "when I tell you to lift your head, I want you to do everything I say. You will follow my instructions, do you understand?"

He moaned that he did.

Joselyn gave the crotch band another yank, making sure that it in no way interfered with his access to her vagina. Then she demanded, "Lift your head."

The professor obeyed. His eyes were horribly bloodshot and the tip of his nose was smudged with dirt from its trek across the office floor.

"Closer," she told him, holding her legs wide apart.

He lowered his face to her fork, his nostrils dilating as the keen scent of her pussy raged up into his sinuses. That powerful, musky odor really rattled him, set him to drooling from the corners of his mouth.

"Kiss it now," she said. "No tongue, no teeth, no hands, just your lips. Show me how good you are."

Bertrand's face dropped down, the crisp, scratchy tendrils of his beard tickling the insides of her thighs. Then his mouth pressed full against the peeled back lips of her cunt and he began twisting and turning his head, mashing his lips against her slit as if he were kissing her on the mouth.

"Ohhh!" Joselyn cried, her whole body jerking at the feel of his mouth on her tender pussy, her whole body curling up so that her knees actually did touch her shoulders. His facial hair rasped over her labia and his scorching breath gusted over her splayed crotch. And he was so hungry for it! She draped her knees over his broad shoulders, letting her heels slide down his back, locking them loosely about his neck.

Bertrand was in seventh heaven. He bobbed his head feverishly, planting kiss after moist kiss upon her hot pussy, his pursed lips tracing the ragged perimeter of her labia, sliding through the sodden fringe of hairs…

It was good for Joselyn, all right. Every moist smooch of his lips made tingles of joy face through her vagina, quivering along the narrow passage.

"Suck it!" she moaned, giving her hips a little toss, grinding her juicy sex flesh over his entire face.

Bertrand pulled back, gasping for breath. All around his mouth, down over his chin, his beard was dripping with the slick mixture of his saliva and her nectar. He only paused for a second, then threw himself back down onto her vagina, opening his mouth wide, covering her whole gash with his lips.

"UHHHHH!!!" she howled, as the professor inhaled, sucking almost all of her external genitalia, labia, hairs, pudenda into his greedy eager mouth. It felt as if he were trying to suck the cunt right off her! She pummeled his back with her heels, her hips working with a mind of their own, hunching madly into his face, her firm buttocks bashing into the point of his hairy chin. Each time her hips drew back, she could feel, she could hear him sucking harder to hold her pussy in place, to keep it from slipping from his grip. He was dragging it a good three inches from her body by the sheer power of his suction!

The sensation was so devastating, so arousing that, for an instant, Joselyn lost control. Clutching at his hair with her fingers, strangling his neck with her thighs; she flipped her cunt into his face savagely, pounding it with the well-padded hummock of her pubis.

The professor's single, guttural wail of pleasure was suddenly broken, cut up into short little bits by the jarring impacts of her fork. Whimpering from the pain, he let her cunt slip from his mouth and tried to raise his head from between her legs.

"Suck!" she cried, using the power of her legs to draw his face back down, to mash it into her juicy crotch.

He did as she asked. He had no choice in the matter, really. It was either suck or smother. He started nursing on her individual labia, working his lips up and down the puffy petals, stretching them away from the central opening.

Joselyn stopped humping and let him go to town on her. It wasn't easy to put the brakes on like that, especially not when she could already begin to feel herself nearing an orgasmic plateau, but as much as she wanted to climax, she wanted to do it her way, with the reins of power securely in her grasp. Her nipples tingling with excitement, her tummy rippling, she looked down between her legs, down at what the bearded man was doing to her cunt.

He was opening her up like she'd never been opened up before! Under the sucking, wet caress of his lips, the petals of her pussy had begun to droop, hanging down like the petals of a parboiled orchid. And then he was kissing her right on the sphincter, pressing his mouth against it, sucking on it while he rooted his nose in her parted slit. He was wallowing in her pussy!