Amy’s Unconventional Project

Amy’s arrival in my office was a surprise, to say the least. I had grown accustomed to her demure demeanor, but today she exuded a different aura. Her spandex top and sweatpants were a far cry from her usual elegant attire, and her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail.

“Professor, are you free?” she asked, her voice husky and confident.

“For the weekend? I can work you in, I suppose,” I replied, attempting to keep my tone light.

No, seriously, Professor,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I need to talk to you about my senior project. I’m leaving for home in the morning, and I thought it would be better to discuss my ideas with you now.”

I nodded, intrigued by the change in her demeanor. “Of course, Amy. What’s on your mind?”

Amy leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I was thinking of exploring some…unconventional themes in my project. Themes that might require a more, shall we say, personal approach.”

I raised an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “Unconventional, you say? I’m not sure I follow.”

Amy leaned forward, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone. “Let’s just say that I’m thinking of pushing the boundaries of what’s acceptable in academic research. And I could use your…expertise to guide me.”

I felt a surge of excitement at her words, my mind racing with possibilities. But I knew I had to tread carefully, to maintain the professional boundaries that were essential in our relationship.

“Amy, I’m not sure I’m the right person to guide you on this project,” I said, attempting to sound neutral. “But I’m happy to help you brainstorm some ideas.”

Amy’s smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I knew I could count on you, Professor. Now, let’s get down to business. I have a proposal to discuss with you.”

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I had no idea what Amy had in store for me, but I was eager to find out.

I dropped to my knees while Amy wrapped her legs around my neck, her shaved pussy already very wet and very hot. I never wanted a pussy in my mouth so badly. I buried my face in her womanhood, grabbing her tight ass to hold her in my mouth. She smelled and tasted heavenly.

I slid my tongue up inside her as far as I could, dragging it along the roof of her vagina, trying to hit her G-spot. I don’t think I hit it, but the effort made Amy buck her hips wildly and hold my face in her pussy by my hair. I then started licking in long strokes from the base of her hole to the top of her lips. She moaned loudly as my tongue raked across her clit several times, and she was grinding into my face, pushing with her heels on my back to draw me closer and keep my face in her pussy.

As her orgasm built within her body, she pulled my hair hard and held my head in place, whispering “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!” I glanced up at Amy’s face as she held my hair, her face a mask of intensity and determination I had never seen on her before. I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it gently in my teeth as I flicked it rapidly with my tongue. “Ohhhh…ohhh…OHHH…yes! Yes!” she cried out as she came in my mouth.

I kept my grip on her ass with one hand, my mouth on her clit as I slid a finger into her dripping pussy, looking to play with her G-spot. My finger fared better than my tongue, as her hips gyrated and she cried out when my finger found its mark. I started to work on her next orgasm, soon her hips started grinding again, this time on my finger, rubbing her spot on my finger and holding my face deep in her soft pussy.

Her breathing became more rapid, shallower, and she sat up halfway on my desk, grabbing my head by the ears and pulling. “Mmmmm…yes…right there…yes…” she whispered, and then she let out a soft scream as her body tensed, her hips kept rubbing her pussy against my face until she came on my face a second time. She shuddered a few times as the waves of pleasure dissipated.

“I’ve never cum more than once with a man,” she mumbled, still breathless.

“Then you are welcome,” I said. “Was that because the first one was so strong that you couldn’t cum again, or did the boy not even try?”

Amy grinned. “You are the first to try. How’d that go for you?”

I just smiled in response, “Slide off the desk and stand up,” I commanded, although still on my knees. She complied, and I held her hips and spun her around to face the desk. “Bend over,” I said.

Amy would have done just about anything at that point. She was still in a post-orgasmic fog. I took her bum cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her tight asshole. I began to rim Amy’s butthole, and she moaned, “Mmmmmuhh…Good God!…Yeah, Oh Yeah…Right there…”

My tongue was no match for Amy’s very tight anal sphincter, but Amy came to my rescue. She rested her head and tits on my desk and spread her cheeks for me, leaving me alone facing her beautiful asshole. I licked several times from her cunt, across her taint, across her tasty asshole, pausing to lick and entertain her butthole before licking and kissing my way up the remainder of her beautiful ass crack.

Then I returned my full attention to her tight butthole, where I was trying to get her asshole to submit to my tongue. It was tightly puckered, and it looked like I would be confined to rimming Amy’s ass only. But what made the difference is that Amy wanted what I wanted—my tongue in her ass.

“Umm….ummm, I am tight today. Try it now,” she said, her fingers having created an oval shaped opening where I could get almost an inch of my tongue into her anus. I grabbed her hips and pulled, forcing my tongue into her sweet ass.

“Oh!…Oh my!…so good,” Amy mumbled. After a bit of probing with my tongue, her sphincter relaxed enough that I could keep my tongue inserted almost all the way in her ass without the need for her fingers to hold it open.

Amy and I got a rhythm going with her thrusting her ass onto my tongue and me pushing back, plunging deeper into her rectum. It was awesome. “Why Professor, you like eating ass! Who knew?” Amy said breathlessly between the grunts and groans a person makes when their ass is being stretched.

I was enjoying eating that ass too much to answer—I knew I liked the taste of ass, and I loved the taste of this ass. Amy took one hand off the desk and began pulling and twisting her nipples. Her moaning and grunting rose an octave.

In addition to thrusting my tongue in and out of her bum, I slid a finger into her pussy to massage Amy’s G-spot. The change in her position made her spot more easily reachable, so I could rub it and push on it harder than before. I then used my thumb to massage her clit. That was more than her nerve endings could take.

Amy was grinding hard against my face, shoving her ass onto my tongue. She rubbed her G-spot and her clit against my hand. She wet her finger and played with her taut nipples. Every pleasure center in her pelvis was being stimulated at once, and an orgasm could start at any of them.

“Wha..! Ohhhh…shit! Fuck! Oww!” Amy’s grunting gave way to a series of exclaimations. “Holy fuck! Holy fuck fuck fuck!!” I pulled my tongue out of her ass. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeeesss! Yeess! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Amy said with a gasp. I jammed my tongue back into her asshole.

Amy’s convulsion came to a peak, “Whoa…Whoa…uhhh…uhhh…fuuuck…” she arched her back and cried out one last time as her orgasm finished with a series of full-body shudders. Amy collapsed onto the desk, breathing heavily.

I was still on my knees looking at her stretched bum. As she caught her breath, Amy started talking quickly. “Holy fuck! Fuck this! Forget dicks, forget toys this is what I want, every time. No cock can do this!”

“By the way, what did you do? Did you plan this?” she asked.

I just smiled. “No, I didn’t plan this.” I said, “But I’m glad it happened.”

Amy laughed. “Me too,” she said, her voice still shaking with pleasure. “Me too.”

Amy’s laughter caught me off guard, echoing through the room as I stood before her, still trying to process what was happening. “I guess this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for our meeting, is it?” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

“Nope, not at all,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But I have to say, I’m a little impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Had what in me?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

“The ability to make me lose control like this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re a very talented teacher, Professor.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, feeling a sense of pride wash over me. “I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t exactly the kind of lesson plan I had in mind,” I said, trying to keep my cool.

Amy’s eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint in their depths. “Oh, I think it’s perfect,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

I felt my heart skip a beat as she spoke, my body responding to her words in ways I couldn’t control. I knew I was in trouble, but I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

“Amy, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound stern, but my voice came out shaky.

“I’m enjoying myself, Professor,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. “And I think you are too.”

I couldn’t deny it. I was enjoying every moment of this, every second of her touch, every word she spoke. I was lost in the moment, and I didn’t know how to escape.

Amy’s hand reached out, her fingers brushing against my chest. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I knew I was hers. I was hers, and I was willing to do whatever she wanted.

“Amy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Yes, Professor?” she replied, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Please,” I said, my body begging for more. “Please, just a little more.”

Amy’s smile was all the answer I needed. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine, and I was lost in the kiss.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure. And I knew that I would never be the same again.