I have to say, there are worse things in the world than having one’s cock serve as a beautiful young girl’s study break. Amy’s looks were quite unforgettable, and her technique giving head was even more so. Remembering her lips and tongue on my cock, feeling the large loads she coaxed from my balls…made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. But Amy was good. She could attend my class, participate in discussions, ask questions without the slightest hint that she had had my balls in her mouth. She smiled and greeted me in the hallway when walking with her girlfriends with complete nonchalance, while all I saw was my sticky load painting her lovely face. But, I still couldn’t figure out why I was her relaxation. There were plenty of boys at the school who undoubtedly had bigger cocks and bigger youthful loads than me. I wasn’t complaining, but the academic in me couldn’t let go of the curiosity. Amy was also teasing me a bit. She was a frequent visitor to my office, with class issues, questions about her project and the like. I never knew when she stopped by whether it was for academic reasons or carnal ones. My cock stiffened regardless. More than once I had to take care of myself, shooting cum across my desk, when Amy left me blue-balled after a routine visit. She would leave with a little wave and a smile on her face—a smile that said “I know you are going to be jacking off in five minutes.” Sometimes she raised the back of her short skirt as she left, flashing her tight little ass at me, and revealing her lack of underwear as she slid through the door. Once, I broke my cardinal rule of not making the first move when her relaxation visits became too far between. Amy was sitting across the desk from me, leaning over and showing me the latest results from her senior project. Not accidentally I think, she wore a loose top and no bra so I could see her small breasts and erect nipples. I was paying no attention to what she was saying. I went across the room and closed the door. Without a word, I went to where Amy was sitting, grabbed her by the hair pulling her out of the chair and onto her knees in front of me. Rather than being shocked, Amy was smiling up at me. “Would you like me to suck your cock, sir?” she asked. Without saying a word, I opened my pants, grabbed her hair roughly in one hand, my hard cock in the other, and forced my cock into her mouth and down her throat. I moaned and threw my head back as I reveled in Amy’s incomparable head technique. I was more aggressive this time, trying to take back control as I held her head in both hands and roughly fucked her face. Amy seemed to enjoy it all, as she slid my cock out of her mouth to lick and suck my balls. She stroked my wet cock as she looked at me with those blue eyes and said, “I’m going to put your cock down my throat, and you are going to shoot your load straight down my throat.” It was an amazing feeling as my cock slithered down asian her throat, Amy not gagging a bit as she swallowed me whole. I amateur was close, and it didn’t take many strokes in her tight throat before my cock did as she ordered, and emptied my load down her throat. Just when I thought this girl could not give better head, she gave me better head. “That was amazing,” I panted, as I buttoned up and pulled up a chair beside her. “Thank you, Professor,” she said, “I’ve had a lot of practice.” “Yeah, I have a question about that Amy,” I said, coming to my senses faster than I would have liked. “Why an old guy like me? Why now? Why not last year? You must have your choice of any number of young studs with large cocks they would love to give you.” indian “Oh you know. Guys hit on me all the time. And truthfully, sometimes at a club where nobody knows me, I have taken a guy into the men’s room and gone down on them. Only two or three times I guess. But the truth is, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I guess I am what they call a cumslut. Bill said honestly, playing along with her "little girl" come-on. She knew that might present a struggle. An obscene grunt erupted from the creature with each spurt of its cock that felt like a fire hose blasting tortured protestors. "Mmm, delicious" he said grinning and Presley giggled. “How can I apologise, it was done in good faith and I offered money and a post in my home,” I explained. Firmer, larger nipples. Arbor withdrew her hand, and relaxed back into her bed of women. It hit me he is afraid , but why ? I then proceeded to cook a nice breakfast. She kept holding her breath until her face turned read and then gasping. I couldn’t wear it out of my room when my asian parents were amateur indian home.