Professor Dickson's Dick (2)

The atmosphere grew tense as we got out of the restaurant. Neither of us spoke at first, but I could feel his eyes on me. The silence between us felt heavy.

“Are you horny, Miss Harrison?” he asked suddenly.

I gulped as I felt pressure building in my chest. My breath caught slightly. “Hmm… no,” I lied softly, though my voice sounded less confident than I wanted.

“You don't have to lie about that." He said, a smirk slowly formed at the corner of his lips. He placed his hand on my lap and began moving it back and forth slowly. His fingers brushed against the hem of my dress as he felt the damp fabric of my panties.

“Naughty girl… you’re getting wet just from my presence,” he murmured.

His fingers brushed my panties again and a shiver ran down my spine.“Take it off,” he commanded.

My heart beat faster, but I obeyed. I slowly slid down my panties and pulled them off, the fabric brushing against the sensitive skin of my thighs. A soft moan slipped from my mouth as cool air touched me.

“Take it easy, Miss Harrison. You don’t want to reach orgasm before the play even starts,” he said calmly.

His words made my body feel even hotter. I could feel my nipples pressing hard against the fabric of my dress.

“Oh God… you’re flooding,” he muttered.

His fingers slowly traced down the lips of my pussy. My back arched slightly and I threw my head back as another soft moan escaped my mouth.

He continued tracing along the soft skin while my hands clenched slightly, my nails digging into the car seat.

“Please put your hand in,” I whispered, my eyelids fluttering.

“Not yet. I want you to crave more,” he replied.

He rubbed his fingers in slow circles over my clit. At first the movement was slow and teasing, but soon he increased the pressure. My legs trembled with every touch. I bit my lip and panted softly as I felt the pleasure surge though me, my thigh twitch with every touch. I never imagined I would be in this position with my biology professor.

“Relax, Miss Harrison. Let the pleasure build,” he murmured.

I took a deep breath as he continued stroking my clit, his fingers sliding along my wet folds before returning to tease the sensitive spot again.

Finally, he pushed his middle finger deep inside me.

“Fuck…” I gasped, my body pressing deeper into the car seat as my pussy tightened around his finger.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he muttered. “Your tight pussy is spreading all over my fingers.”

He added another finger, slowly stretching me while his other hand steadied my thigh. My body moved slightly with each push as his fingers slid in and out of my wetness.

“You’re so wet… my fingers are coated in your juices,” he said.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, watching as my slickness followed them.

My chest rose and fell quickly as I tried to catch my breath, my whole body still trembling from the feeling.

“So you like it hard,” Professor Dickson muttered as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me, this time he increased the pace with every thrust, he kept going without stopping. The walls of my pussy tightened around his fingers making every thrust send a wave of pleasure through my body.

A soft gasp escaped my lips. My mouth opened slightly as another quiet moan slipped out. I felt the pressure building again as his fingers moved faster.

“Good girl… you’re opening up for me so nicely,” he murmured.

My mouth fell open as another moan escaped my lips. His fingers rubbed faster now, sliding against my wetness. My eyes squeezed shut as the feeling grew stronger.

“Oh God… you’re making me so messy,” I breathed.

His fingers kept moving while his other hand pushed my legs apart a little more. I could feel my body reacting to every movement.

My head rested against the seat as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Good girl, keep going,” he said quietly.

The praise made my chest tighten. I bit my lip as another wave of pleasure rushed through me.

My legs trembled slightly.

“Oh God… I need more,” I whispered.

“Not now, Miss Harrison,” he replied calmly. “The anticipation makes it better.”

He pushed his fingers deeper again, curling them slightly inside me.

My back arched as another moan escaped my lips.

“Fuck… yes,” I breathed.

The movement made my body shiver. My hands gripped the seat beside me as I tried to steady myself.

He watched my reaction closely.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded weakly.

My body felt warm and sensitive. Every small movement of his fingers sent another shiver through me.

“Please… don’t stop,” I whispered.

He smirked slightly.

“Relax,” he said softly. “Let the pleasure build slowly.”

His fingers moved again, slower this time but deeper.

My breathing grew heavier. My chest rose and fell as the sensation spread through my body.

“Oh God…” I whispered again.

He leaned closer.

“Look at you,” he said quietly. “Already losing control.”

I felt my face grow warm.

My body pressed deeper into the seat as his fingers continued moving inside me.

The feeling was overwhelming.

My legs trembled again.

“I’m close…” I whispered.

“Not yet,” he replied.

His fingers slowed again.

The sudden change made me whimper softly.

“Don’t rush it,” he said calmly. “The best part comes when you least expect it.”

I swallowed hard and tried to steady my breathing.

My whole body felt tense with anticipation.

And he knew it.