She had flirted with her
EnglishScience professor for seeming ever, as he constantly eyed her, and half-heartedly flirted back, when he thought no one could see.
She knew, deep down, in his heart and soul, and in his pants, he longed for her sweet lithe wanton form, as much as he admired her fierce and quick mind.
She was done with the games, and it was time. It was his birthday today, and knowing that, she had scheduled an “academic meeting” with him in advance, at the precise time that his assistant would go off duty.
She left a birthday card with her dampened panties stuffed inside on the foyer table, for his perusal before entering the room, noting that she had a gift waiting for him inside. Then she deftly and elegantly bound her own spread thighs to the legs of his sturdy, chair in the center of his study, her sweet, hungry dripping young cunt, smiling in the breeze, from underneath her perfect ass.
Her clit twitched as she heard his footstep stop at the card, and she smiled wickedly to herself, as they resumed their journey into her dampened obscene trap.
He gasped audibly and froze when he stepped into the study. He began to say her name, but bare got the “miss” out.
She stated ir in plain terms, so his intellect could grasp it, before his cock rendered him incoherent. “I brought you what you really wanted for your birthday. If you like it, you must use it tonight, anyway and every way you like. If you pass on it, it will be given to someone who long for it.”
The silence crackled as he decided…. not IF he wanted her, but HOW he wanted to begin.
She wriggled, and with a wicked tone, said, “There’s some very ticklish drippage running down my thigh. if you hurry, you can catch it.”
He was on his knees and crawling to her in no time.
She may have been the one bound, but she was clearly calling every shot tonight. And he was never going to be able to resist the vortex of her voluptuous sex again.