Anything for a 'B' (MF) by Francis Ashe Page B

and goose pimples popped up on the back of her arms as
her nipples began to perk up. He took her left breast in his hand
and squeezed the base of it while he rubbed her inflamed nipple
through the stretched material of her old t-shirt and her bra. She
managed a tiny gasp before the warmth of his breath on the other
side took her breath away completely. He massaged her, with his
hand and with his mouth, for a few seconds before she got
bolder.
    “Stand up, Hendricks, and take off your
shirt. Then undo your belt and undo my bra. Leave my shirt on.” She
demanded. She wasn’t embarrassed to show him her tits at all – they
were almost perfect, she though – but she did want to torment him,
since he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. She was exactly
right.
    Her professor stood up and peeled his tight
shirt off. Underneath he was much as she thought. His muscular arms
and chest were just above a flat belly, and as he began to undo his
belt, she noticed that he was clean-shaved all over. He may not
know how to dress very well, but he really knows how to take care
of himself where it really matters. With his belt off, his
pants sagged down a bit and she could see the taper of his crotch.
She was already sopping wet, but knew that her grade depended on
how much Professor Hendricks enjoyed this, so she made herself go
slowly. When he unfastened her bra, with only the slightest fumble,
her nipples pressed hard against the cotton of her t-shirt and a
low moan of appreciation escaped his full lips.
    “Suck again.” She commanded. “This time, I
want you to flick your tongue back and forth while you undo your
pants.”
    He obliged. This time, his breath was hotter
on her nipple which was now strained against her shirt. He sucked
gently at first, but as he felt her breathing become more rapid,
nursed at her breast harder while he flicked his tongue back and
forth, just as she demanded. He noticed that, as his hand went to
unfasten his slacks that his cock had begun to thicken and press
against his boxer-briefs. He managed to get his pants unbuttoned
and off without taking his mouth away from her tit. He sucked
harder, and pressed a hand against the crotch of her jeans before
he remembered she was in charge and pulled it away.
    “No, Hendricks.” She said. “Keep sucking, the
other one now, and take my pants off.” She had begun to really
enjoy this change of role. He did as he was told, but added a very
soft nibble as he switched breasts. She gasped lightly as he undid
the button of her fly, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over
her bent knees. His breathing was becoming quicker now, and the
heat of his mouth had pushed her almost past the point of
controlling herself. She refused to give in though, knowing that if
she blew his mind with her performance that she would get the grade
she wanted so badly.
    The Professor’s ample cock had begun to press
urgently against the fabric of his underwear, and she noticed that
his prick was bigger than she’d imagined too, just like his biceps.
He was unable to control himself and used his free hand to pull her
hips toward him, grinding into her dripping pussy. She gasped
again, but this time did not correct him. The grinding of his prick
against her felt so good that she was afraid she was going to come
already, but she couldn’t stop him. She began to rub her hips up
and down him in time with his motion, and before long, she felt
tingling waves fill her as her first orgasm began to shake her. She
had always been able to come more than once at a time, but this was
a completely different experience. Even as she moaned out her
ecstasy she felt her excitement rise again. Her professor had not
stopped his urgent grinding, but her small orgasm let her regain
control of herself, and she demanded he stop.
    “Enough.” She said, flushed and breathing
hard. As he retracted, she noticed that a small circle of pre-cum
had appeared on his briefs. “Stand up and take your cock out. Put
it in