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With a precise movement, Max lifts me up by the waist and suddenly I am sitting on a sort of makeshift wooden table.

The cubicle, almost unlit, was now like our parallel universe of chaos and lust. 

Max Anthon seemed to have urgency to comply with my request. All the movements he had made slowly seconds before were now replaced by precise, agile, firm gestures in pursuit of pleasure. Our pleasure, our anxiety.

With enviable dexterity, he opened the two buttons of my jeans as if they were nothing. Inside my panties, my bocet@ was pulsating, my whole body on fire, it was so much desire that it seemed to sweat cold, out of any control.

"I don't do work by halves.”

"What do you mean?". I asked, almost delirious with lust.

"You know very well.” 

He said, and didn't give me time to think. He violently pulled down my pants and the panties came down with them. Then he spread my legs wide apart, while I was still sitting on the small table, and squeezing my thighs, he squatted down and began to suck me... A deliciously torturous surprise.

Just with anticipation, my bocet@ was already wet and his hot tongue just completed the process. My mental state?  Ecstasy. Nothing different than that, complete ecstasy.

How many rules were we transgressing? On how many layers would this scene we were playing be considered unacceptable?

"God damn it, I can't stand it...". My words once again did not correspond to what I wanted, I wanted more, I wanted him to continue with his tongue and his circular movements all over my sex for much longer...

And as if he understood what was implicit in my words and in my body's trembling response, he continued, even more intensely, taking turns sucking, licking, sucking... Doing it in a way that only those who have experience in the subject can do. An irresistible and voracious way.

"Oh...hmmm...I don't think I can take it. Really.” 

I repeated incessantly, throwing my head back, gasping with pleasure.

"This is... Cowardice... With me...". I continued, my speech slurred, my breathing labored. 

Max made the situation even worse by continuing to run his tongue slowly over my clit while looking at me with his intense aqua green irises.

"Cowardice, professor ... Cowardice …”

Then he stopped suddenly, snapping me out of near"delirium, and moved up toward my face, only to descend again, this time to my breasts.

"It's cowardly that you're so hot like that...". Max finishes tearing off my shirt and devotes himself to slowly massaging and sucking my breasts, taking turns on the nipples in an almost torturous way.

Holy shit, this guy really knows what he's doing.

It wouldn't be long before I had to beg again.

But it didn't. Resolved that he had tortured me enough during foreplay, Max Anthon was now in a hurry and didn't even wait for an initiative from me about removing his clothes.

Once again with precise movements, Max unbuttoned his pants, and I was now completely naked, with my knees bent and legs spread wide open, longing for him inside me.

With one hand he gripped the back of my neck, bringing our faces together again, and sucked and bit hard on my lower lip. With his other hand, he touched my clit again, making circular movements as delicious as he had done with his tongue.

"Are you sure of what you want, Aria Thomas?”

"I'm positive.”

"Then say it. Ask again, go on.”

I plunged into the intense green of his eyes and practically begged.

"F*ck me... professor. Please.”

"Is that how you like it, Miss Thomas? Talking in that dirty way, huh...".  His husky voice provoked a veritable avalanche of senses over me and my pussy. It was becoming something instantaneous. 

"Eat me, now, please... I can't take it anymore.".  I insisted, moving my hips according to the movement of his fingers, which were still playing with my clit.

Then, he pulled me in. 

His erection showed that he needed me too, as much as I needed him, right there, right now. 

All at once, he held me tight, wrapped me around his waist, and consumed me. It was as if the balance of the world, of my world, needed this moment. I was ready, latent, in need of this relief. 

Max began with strokes in a soft, slow rhythm, and progressed to harder, faster strokes. We were aligned, following the same rhythm, like a rehearsed dance. He entered me with more and more energy, and I returned the favor with magnetism, moving my legs and hips toward him, at this point completely sweaty and crazy with lust.

I couldn't hold out much longer. 

And he didn't make it easy for me. 

I was about to combust when he once again took me by storm, pulling me down from the table. He pulled me toward the wall and turned me onto my back, holding my arms back.

I felt his electrifying touch as he pushed my hair to the side, completely uncovering my back, and took me again, making me scream with the sudden gesture. 

"Shh, it's forbidden to scream.". He whispered, chilling me with his warm breath in my ear.

The thrusts continued, now on my back, and he took the opportunity to caress and press my ass. 

"Why are you doing this to me?”

Max didn't answer, he just kept speeding up the movement, pressing my body against the wall, the nipples of my breasts excited by the touch of the cold cement. 

" Huh, why? Don't be mean, professor?". I asked, in the voice of a real nymphet, proving that I could very well play your game. 

"I will be mean as long as you are mean to me.”

"I promise to be good." I confirmed, definitely playing the game.

"Ride me. " He commanded, in plain English.

There was no need to repeat myself. He pulled me off the wall and onto his lap, after pulling a stool from the corner of the storeroom. 

Incredibly, the stool was the perfect height for us to continue having fun. I sat on his lap and, holding my breasts, started to roll over and then ride him hard. 

Did I mention that it was an irresistible cock? 

Max Anthon's cock is one of those hard to find, ideal size and width, between the exact threshold of pain and pleasure.

My hips went up and down in a frantic movement in search of satiation. My clitoris throbbed. A combustion of desire had been brewing for a while.

I went up and down, with my tiptoes on the floor, our bodies now completely sweaty, we sucked the most out of each other with increasingly intense kisses.

"Come for me, baby... Come riding for me…”

It was as if the words that came out of her mouth were in direct connection with my bocet@. Three seconds after his request, I was already unable to hold back.

I exploded in his arms. It was enjoyment, flesh and flames. I came sitting up with his cock still inside me and in a very short time, with a few more strokes he followed me, we reached practically together the apex of our transgression. 

" F*-Ck!” 

I smiled, exhausted.

"Really, really hard.". I confirmed.

There was nothing more to say. Or at least nothing more to express about all the unsaid of what we had just done. 

I had just given it to my teacher 20 years older than me, on the first day of class, and the most fucked up of all was that I wasn't in the least bit sorry or guilty.

I wanted more.