Professor Cuckold Part 2
7pm. Femi knocked on the white door of a quaint little house on Chelsea Avenue. Carla opened the door and ushered him into a dimly lit, yet cosy living room. She was wearing an African print knee-length kimono and her hair was tied up in a neat little bun. The fireplace was lit and the warmth of the room was a very welcome break from the winter cold. Femi took off his jacket and sat on the sofa, staring into the open plan kitchen where Carla was pouring some wine for both of them.
She sat beside him and for about half an hour, they discussed Mondrian and Van Gogh. She handed him a book on modern impressionism and told him to finish it before their next class in a week. She walked up the staircase, as she dropped her kimono. "Would you mind joining me?", she said, looking back at him seductively. He was instantly on his feet and holding her hands as she led him into her bedroom. The curtains were drawn but even in the dim lighting, he could still see the sea of white - sheets, carpets, bed frame, duvet, dressing table. She was now in nothing but white lacy sheer lingerie and she sat at the edge of the bed as he knelt in front of her, between her legs.
He draped her legs on each of his shoulders and kissed the mound between her legs without taking off her crotchless panties. He inhaled her fragrance, licked around the intricate lace work, and rubber her ever so gently before pinning his tongue on the tip of her clit. His hands wandered to her torso, gently tracing all the way up from her navel to her bountiful breasts. Sitting up, she unhooked her bra as his hands caressed the swell of her breasts. His fingers circled her nipples, teasing them until they were firmly between his index and middle finger in both hands. Then he tugged at them. "Yes", she moaned as he tugged at them a little harder, his face still buried between her legs. By now his lips were wet and she couldn't have been more ready to feel him inside her.
As he stood to take off his t-shirt and trousers, she pulled him towards her and kissed his washboard abs, stroking his erection through his trousers as he fiddled with his belt. She kissed the beautiful throbbing erection as it was set-free from the enclosure of his jeans and boxers shorts. She pushed him onto the bed on his torso. Spreading his thighs apart, she took him in her mouth, balls first, gurgling them in her mouth. Then she teased the tip of his turgid penis, sucking voraciously on just the head as rapidly as her mouth could muster. Then she placed him on his back and straddled him, making eye contact as she took all of him into her. She gasped as he filled her.
He lifted her off the bed, still buried deep inside her and pinned her against the wall. His hands cupping her butt cheeks, she slammed himself into her as deep and hard as he could manage. She held on tightly to his neck as he rocked her up and down in pleasure. He set her down on the dressing table, his dick still buried inside her and rammed back and forth into her as she held his shoulder with one hand and supported her torso with the other. "Right there, right there...", she muttered as he thrusted into her eagerly. Then he put her on her feet, turned her around and asked her to hold on to the stool in front of the dressing table as she bent over.
He ran his finger between her legs again and as she gasped, he slid into her from behind, gently pushing as deep into her as his erection would allow. Between both of them, they could barely breathe but he was determined to push her to the limits of her pleasure. Holding her waist, he bounced her butt cheeks up and down on him as she held on tight to the stool. Thrust after thrust, she felt like she was running out of breath and her knees were giving way. She managed to fall to her knees with some grace and she tapped the floor with the last ounce of strength she could muster. She was exhausted. He wasn't and so in her weakness, she let him continue to have his way with her on the floor. He finished off on her thigh, the warm cum trickling down as he groaned in pleasure. The warmth felt good on her skin and she was as relieved as she was satisfied. The cleaned her up, tucked her into bed and stared at her until he managed to fall asleep.
When they woke up the next morning, they were greeted by a cheerful voice at the bedroom door. "Honey, I'm home!", her husband said as she stood up, completely naked to give him a kiss. Femi panicked as he reached for his clothes, staring into the face of a strangely excited white man. "Is this him?", he said as he glanced in Femi's direction. "Femi, I'd like you to meet my husband, Gary", she said. His confusion had become shock and for a moment he froze. "Would you like some pancakes, young man?", he said as he walked downstairs toward the kitchen. These oyibo people will not be the death of me, he thought to himself.
She sat beside him and for about half an hour, they discussed Mondrian and Van Gogh. She handed him a book on modern impressionism and told him to finish it before their next class in a week. She walked up the staircase, as she dropped her kimono. "Would you mind joining me?", she said, looking back at him seductively. He was instantly on his feet and holding her hands as she led him into her bedroom. The curtains were drawn but even in the dim lighting, he could still see the sea of white - sheets, carpets, bed frame, duvet, dressing table. She was now in nothing but white lacy sheer lingerie and she sat at the edge of the bed as he knelt in front of her, between her legs.
He draped her legs on each of his shoulders and kissed the mound between her legs without taking off her crotchless panties. He inhaled her fragrance, licked around the intricate lace work, and rubber her ever so gently before pinning his tongue on the tip of her clit. His hands wandered to her torso, gently tracing all the way up from her navel to her bountiful breasts. Sitting up, she unhooked her bra as his hands caressed the swell of her breasts. His fingers circled her nipples, teasing them until they were firmly between his index and middle finger in both hands. Then he tugged at them. "Yes", she moaned as he tugged at them a little harder, his face still buried between her legs. By now his lips were wet and she couldn't have been more ready to feel him inside her.
As he stood to take off his t-shirt and trousers, she pulled him towards her and kissed his washboard abs, stroking his erection through his trousers as he fiddled with his belt. She kissed the beautiful throbbing erection as it was set-free from the enclosure of his jeans and boxers shorts. She pushed him onto the bed on his torso. Spreading his thighs apart, she took him in her mouth, balls first, gurgling them in her mouth. Then she teased the tip of his turgid penis, sucking voraciously on just the head as rapidly as her mouth could muster. Then she placed him on his back and straddled him, making eye contact as she took all of him into her. She gasped as he filled her.
He lifted her off the bed, still buried deep inside her and pinned her against the wall. His hands cupping her butt cheeks, she slammed himself into her as deep and hard as he could manage. She held on tightly to his neck as he rocked her up and down in pleasure. He set her down on the dressing table, his dick still buried inside her and rammed back and forth into her as she held his shoulder with one hand and supported her torso with the other. "Right there, right there...", she muttered as he thrusted into her eagerly. Then he put her on her feet, turned her around and asked her to hold on to the stool in front of the dressing table as she bent over.
He ran his finger between her legs again and as she gasped, he slid into her from behind, gently pushing as deep into her as his erection would allow. Between both of them, they could barely breathe but he was determined to push her to the limits of her pleasure. Holding her waist, he bounced her butt cheeks up and down on him as she held on tight to the stool. Thrust after thrust, she felt like she was running out of breath and her knees were giving way. She managed to fall to her knees with some grace and she tapped the floor with the last ounce of strength she could muster. She was exhausted. He wasn't and so in her weakness, she let him continue to have his way with her on the floor. He finished off on her thigh, the warm cum trickling down as he groaned in pleasure. The warmth felt good on her skin and she was as relieved as she was satisfied. The cleaned her up, tucked her into bed and stared at her until he managed to fall asleep.
When they woke up the next morning, they were greeted by a cheerful voice at the bedroom door. "Honey, I'm home!", her husband said as she stood up, completely naked to give him a kiss. Femi panicked as he reached for his clothes, staring into the face of a strangely excited white man. "Is this him?", he said as he glanced in Femi's direction. "Femi, I'd like you to meet my husband, Gary", she said. His confusion had become shock and for a moment he froze. "Would you like some pancakes, young man?", he said as he walked downstairs toward the kitchen. These oyibo people will not be the death of me, he thought to himself.
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