Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

The females adherence to his commands almost instantaneously gave him a sense of self-assurance, for he was starting to believe the female might just be capable to taking in whatever he had in store for her, and actually take pleasure from it. A conniving grin bled onto his handsome countenance marking the beginning of something truly opposite of immaculate it was supposed to be messy after all. Niklaus looked down upon the female from his vantage point like a Lord, he felt, being serve by his subjects, or in this case subject. The mark of their academic relationship of a professor and student was long gone from his conscious, and even this were to be considered a taboo in many a mind, he couldnt give a damn. Niklaus got off simply from the exercise of power, and mostly with women pleasuring him on their knees. His hand caressed the females blonde tresses as she looked upon him with those expectant eyes of hers, attempting to help her get rid of his pants, but hed only soon realize her hunger were far too deep to require any sort of his assistance. The erect length of his that formerly probed against the tightness of his undergarment, and loosened hold of his pants now sprung free of its fabric cage, the twitching pink head of which oozed a droplet of Niklaus thick gunge, indicative of his wanton brewing over the rim of the container that was his body. Soon enough, the caressing antics of his had transformed into a strong hold, his fists balled with a fighter-like grip, holding her head in position, and letting her lips enveloped the thickness of the engorged head of his cock. Ohh, yyyes , a sufficient loud gasp was triggered that came from the depth of Niklaus diaphragm, the warming assault causing the muscles around his abdomen tighten, and his head through back, eyes shutting close to absorb the feeling of Avas mouth around his monumental shaft that vanished inch after inch into her famished mouth, his hips moving forward to aid the movement inadvertently, the swollen knob-like apex hitting the back of her throat engaging in a thorough friction. The medley of her muffled moans, and his liberated ones played as one erotic orchestra just with two different instruments. The blonde male forced himself to look down upon the seductress, an irie view of her mounds that juggled back and forth with the practiced movements of her head on his meaty shaft, and the material of her thong that bisected her ass-cheeks. Shrouded by the impacting pleasure of her mouth, and the rhythmic thrusting of his hip to match her movements, his brain failed to comprehend the withdrawal for a moment. He hadnt allowed it, but hed have to give it to her, she often compensated by using just the right words. Her address goaded an amused faade, his cerulean optics matched with hers, for it is often said that an eye contact was the key to any arousing moment whose pleasure could easily be heightened tenfold such is the power a humans windows to the soul held. Her words finally dawned upon him, for he now began feigning a disgust as if her retreat had caused it. Besides stopping without my permission, Id say fairly well, but wed have to see how well my cock slides in and out of your ass to judge just how well you did , a sardonic smirk triggered on the males visage, his free hand slaps the females cheek to blarney her into resuming her former actions. If you want a well-lubed shaft in your ass later, youd better get back into savoring your dish again properly , Niklaus warned.