Mafia Desire (Erotica)

After the morning fuck, I went to work, I am an English Professor at a local Community College, not a big fancy college, no, just a small college.

As soon as I turned on my computer, a new message popped up.

“What do you think of this new top?” it read, accompanied by a picture.

It was from June. She wore a tight grey button-down blouse. Two buttons were undone, but that didn’t relieve the pressure her tits put on the other buttons. Her hips were cocked in such a way as to accent all her curves. Blood started to flow to my cock.

“Looks great! I replied as I absentmindedly stroked the tightening crotch of my jeans.

“What about this one?” popped up, with another photo attached.

It was a red, form-fitting v-neck with a plunging neckline. Pictures weren’t entirely uncommon from June, but these… these were different, extremely seductive and sexy.

Her tits looked amazing, pressed up and out, a long chasm of cleavage between them. Small, but fuck, beautiful teen tits. My cock was starting to respond, I walked over to the door and locked it, then I pulled out my cock and started stroking it to her sexy pictures.

“The perfect top for church,” I joked, staring at her magnificent tits as I slowly stroked my growing cock.

“LOL.”

That was quickly followed up with a third picture, a picture that sent a hard throb right through the length of my cock as I picked up the pace. A tight, green spaghetti strap tank top hugged her body, wrapped lovingly around her tits like the other two tops, but unlike the other two tops, there was something missing here. Her bra.

The pose she struck had her tits pressed hard against the tight fabric, and protruding from the center of her succulent breasts were the cast shadows of two nipples.

What exactly was going on here? Did June really want my innocent opinion, or was she aiming at something more erotic? Regardless of intent, my cock strained hard in my hand as I stroked faster.

“That one is… very nice” I timidly wrote, belying the state of total, heated arousal I was currently in.

“Which one is your favorite?” popped up as I struggled to maintain composure.

“Three” I hack out a one-handed response, testing the parameters of June’s innocently sexual game.

It didn’t even take five seconds before June’s reply arrived. Two words, “mine too,” followed by another message.

“Ok, great, you don’t think that I’m showing off too much? I mean, should I wear a bra?”

“No, no, This is better.” I managed to type back.

“Ok, are you sure? Well, then to the second question, hold on?”

This time I had to wait for 20 seconds, but when I opened the short video clip, I realized that she had filmed herself now, live, and she was wearing a nice thin thong that basically did nothing to cover her sweet pussy, her amazing protruding pussy lips.

God, it’s a good thing that I locked the door.

“Steve, this time I only have two questions, well, it’s basically one, but two options, if you get what I mean. Well, ok should I wear this with the outfit….” June said as I got another picture.

This time she showed off the front of her amazing pussy. Her thong was so tight, which increased her amazing camel-toe pussy. I zoomed in and could easily see her pussy clearly, an unbelievable view of her vagina and I remembered the day she came home hurt after a run, I think it was when I massaged her and watched her beautiful pussy and pink asshole.

“Ok, that’s enough, don’t go away, I need to change.”

Fuck, I waited for what seemed like 10 minutes, and this time, a video clip popped up on the screen. I pressed play and saw June’s naked pale thigh, she instantly adjusted the angel to her crouch.

This time she was wearing similar panties that she had on when I massaged her achy bum.

They were see-through thongs of material wrapping around her hip – a white thong, not black like last time, but sculptured in a sort of lace and see-through in places, just like the other one.

Her thong was snuck in between her big outer lips, but June didn’t seem to care, she was basically naked. Her dark pink lips appeared swollen, and even her light pink inner lips were visible.

“Oh, God.” I managed to write, but instantly, just after I pressed send, I regretted those words, and quickly type another message.

“I mean, you should ask these kinds of questions to Carol, not me.”

“But, Steve, she always gives me the same answer, non, or “you shouldn’t wear that kinda clothing out in public and definitely not that short skirt”. It’s much better to ask you. Well, the first ones or these? Steve.”

“Ok, fine.” I typed back.

“The second one”

“Thanks, Steve, you’re the best, the weekend is going to be amazing, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” I answered, but I never got a repose anymore, I guess she was in her room getting dressed or was she using her dildo?

Fuuck, I pulled my cock hard a few times, looking at a frozen picture of June’s amazing pussy on the screen, and shot my load onto a paper at my desk.

The rest of the day was agony, I felt like a dirty old man walking around campus, checking out all the sexy young girls. My mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took on a daily basis as a horned-up College professor, surrounded by daily temptations, over and over again.

Lori’s cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way, Ingrid’s (the Swedish bombshell) tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele’s lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought… My cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my students.

As I looked at Michelle playing with her pen, I imagined her mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue, and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body.

Then she withdrew her mouth from my aching cock and jerked me slowly, pushing more and more in her mouth and eventually down her throat. I moaned and nearly stumbled when she started swallowing and her esophagus pulled the head of my cock past her tonsils. It wasn’t long before her hand was massaging my balls and her head bobbing earnestly again, but much deeper this time, orally fucking me with plenty of slurping and drool and sexy looks at me.

Then, right as I was approaching the edge, my hot sexy student looked up at me with her emerald green eyes, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls.

“You wanna cum in my mouth or on my face?” She asked me quickly while breathing.

“You decide,” I told her.

She smiled and sucked my pole all the way down quickly over and over until she felt it boiling in my balls.

Her breath was as labored as mine, and her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Michelle’s hands, lips, and tongue coaxed me closer and closer.

As I was groaning, she had the head of my cock on her bottom lip, jerking the shaft madly while her tongue teased the hell out of the slit. It wasn’t long before the first rope of cum shot across her face dripping the last bit into her open mouth. She kept jerking and three more jets of sperm striped her face before she sucked the head back into her mouth to swallow any that was left.

“Mmmm… I like to swallow too,” she commented as she wiped her hand across her face and licked jizz off her palm.

Then there was Tara, my gorgeous African-American assistant. A previous student, now my lovely assistant… Milk Chocolaty black, and with a figure men would kill for,

Tara had caught my attention years ago, one of the best-looking girls in the college where I taught – tall and bosomy with a clear, milk chocolate complexion and fine features, topped with long black hair. Her big, brown, and expressive eyes were her prettiest asset except, of course, for her gorgeous body, but the story about this ebony 22-year-old beauty is another story (Tara, Professor Steve’s Assistant).

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The next morning, my computer “plinged”. Instantly I hoped it would be June that wanted more outfit advice, but instead it was Ingrid’s mom, Annika.

She was at her office, with her legs spread apart and her blue thong not only visible but smoking wet.

“Hey Professor Steve”

“Hey, sexy.”

“Do you like my new panties I got for you.?”

“Oh yes,” I said reverently.

“Yes.”

“Are you stiff, Professor?”

“Oh, not yet, but I’m sure I will be soon.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I can,” I said and felt my cock grow hard again.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Are you?”

“Just a little.”

“I figured. Are you very wet?”

“Sopping, Professor! I’m probably making a mess. But quiet at the office and I was thinking about you, and your cock up my ass”

“My God, Annika, I have a class in 5 minutes.”

“What time do you finish?”

“Around 5.”

“OK, come to the park, I need that cock.”

All of a sudden, Annika made an inbound call via WhatsApp.

The almost 50-year-old Swedish MILF was pushing her panties down, then she positioned herself on her desk again and started a slow stroking her covered pussy.

“Soon, Professor, your hard cock is going to be inside me again, and feels so good. You’re moving it in and out very slowly. Can you picture it? In … and out … in … and out. I wish you could feel this pleasure.” She said and continued her slow steady movement as her breathing was forced and jerky and came in bursts in reaction to her hand movements.

“Are you liking this?” she asked breathily.

Her hands were moving faster now, her panting was ragged, quite loud and her breathing was noticeably heavier, but still even and slow. Her head started rocking backward as the pace of the hand movements became a bit faster. I was getting extremely turned on, my cock strained and uncomfortable in my pants, so I started stroking myself through with my fingers.

Suddenly Annika jumped off her desk, and left the view, only to reappear after 5-6 seconds.

“Hi, I have a surprise for you,” she said and pulled her soaked thong off. Then she brought the camera with her and positioned herself on her client’s couch (She is a Psychologist).

After positioning herself on the couch she positioned the camera below her pussy.

Suddenly there was a click and I could hear a low hum of a vibrator and

Her huge lips were incredibly swollen and juice was literally running from her opening. She opened her pussy lips and found a huge nub of flesh. Her pink clit was protruding from the hood, looking like a large fleshy pea. She gasped when she touched it and saw it throb. She touched it again and got the same results.

“Do you like my pussy, Professor?”

“Mhhm, was all I could say as I pulled down my pants and started to jerk off.