Temptation Unleashed

He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her, pulling at it a little. She loved it.

She loved the delicious pain she felt from it, the sensation coursing through her veins as their tongues intertwined and played games in each other's mouths.

She could feel her pussy tingling and the gradual wetness between her thighs.

She touched his lap and shifted to the erect rod between his legs. She reached to grab it, but he held her hand, stopping her.

"You'll regret it," he said in a raspy voice, still kissing her.

"I don't care," she replied.

"You should. I'm big down there.”

"Fuck it. I want you."

Isabella wrapped her hands around his shoulders and started to kiss his neck. He smelt of manliness, this warm, raw smell that she loved.

She bit his ear.

He took off his trousers, and she gasped. She had not been expecting it to be this big!

Her pussy tingled in anticipation of it, and she had a shudder.

'What a whore I am.' She thought.

Isabella leaned towards him, his big cock standing upright, and yanked the pants off her waist, revealing her wet and ready pussy.

“I love your pants. And this little bow here,” said Alex taking her blue cotton pants that had a small blue now attached to it and placing it on his nose.

He inhaled its scent and Isabella saw his face redden.

“Jesus, you smell good.”

Isabella smirked, and sat on him.

Yet when she felt the head of his cock touch the lips of her coochie, she had second thoughts. Should she be doing this? There were consequences for this. Should they stop now?

But all second thoughts fled as his cock slowly entered her. She grunted.

He was right. He was huge. He stretched her pussy, and it felt good.

The first stroke was gentle, a teaser of what was to come. And then he upped the pace and started going faster and faster and faster!

Isabella moaned as he fucked her, grabbing his bed sheets as her head exploded with pleasure.

"Harder! Harder!"

Alex increased his pace, but it was not enough for her. She wanted more! More!

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, enabling him to enter deeper into her. It was not okay for her, and it seemed it wasn't okay for him either.

His following thrusts were brutal. She was screaming. A mix of pleasure and pain. She loved it. She didn't want it to stop.

"Do you like it?" he asked in between thrusts.

"Yes! Give it to me! Yes!"

"Do you like it, Isabella?" he said softly,  his voice like music in her ears.

"Yes," she whispered.

Alex pushed further into her. She moaned helplessly.

Alex took his swelling dick out of her, turned her ass to face him, and started fucking her again.

Then she finally had it. The orgasm. It came flooding from her pussy as she came all over his dick. He finally let her go.

They rested in each other's arms, panting heavily, giggling, trying to recover from the unexplainable pleasure they had just experienced.—the pleasure Isabella had never experienced with anyone before.

After that day, they saw each other very often and started dating. Alex would come by at her house and fuck her senseless. But when they were at his house, he fucked her pussy with so much gusto she was not usually able to walk the next day.

Sex with Alex was great but it didn’t stop her from coveting Professor James's dick.

Then as if he was aware of her secret urges, James has singled her out as one of the good students and she'd helped him out with his work and academics doing this or that throughout last September.

They were often together alone in an empty classroom after school hours, bent over some research. The sexual tension between them was always so crazy and Isabella would sometimes get lost staring at him and wondering what he would look like with her squirt over his face.

It was during one of these sessions that he had told her he was only in his early thirties. Isabella had never craved him bending her over his desk more than in that moment, and plunging his dick into her.

She was so wet her pink bowed panties were all sticky, staining her skirt.

Professor James left afterwards and Isabella went home.

The next day, Isabella had not recovered from the aftereffects of the time she spent with Professor James the day before.

Remembering that today she had put on her favorite red laced panties, Isabella rubbed her legs together and moaned a little before snapping out of it.

She was in her room, thinking of what to wear.

She checked her watch.

Shit, she was almost late for her class. Yet with the thought of her after school session with professor James in mind, she couldn't resist putting on a very short skirt and low cut shirt. She made a mental note not to bend over, until they were alone at least because if she did, everyone would totally be able to see her panties and pussy.

As she hailed a taxi to get her to school, Isabella felt a little guilt for her feelings towards the professor. She had a boyfriend after all; Alex. But even Alex didn't soil her panties from the mere thought of him like Professor James did.

She cheered herself up with the thought of her result on their last essay she was expecting to be released today. She'd studied hard and she knew that with and without professor James,  she'd nail it.

Perhaps that was why she was very surprised when she looked at her test papers that morning class and saw a B on it.

She'd dropped her pen and looked again just to be sure but yet, she'd gotten a B.

He'd scored her B.

She felt a little bit betrayed, but she quickly squashed the thought. The thought popped up again and she couldn't help it. She felt so bad. This would ruin her parallel A's goal on her results!

She wanted an A. She wanted it so bad she could cry.

"Hey, what's up? " a female classmate asked when she saw Isabella's sad face.

Then she took a peek at her essay and saw the score. Everybody knew little Isabella was an A addict.

"Aww, you really want that A, huh? " she asked and Isabella couldn't help but nod.

Then the girl leaned in close, her boobs touching Isabella's and whispered into her ears:

"If you want it that bad you could fuck him for it.”

“What?” Isabella said in surprise.

“Why not? You’re already wet,” said the girl, placing her hands in Isabella's skirt and flicking her already wet pussy.

“How did you know-“

“Come on, we see how you look at him in class. So this shouldn’t be hard for you. In fact, see this as an opportunity. Fuck him for that A girl Spread your little legs and let him stick you up.”

The girl flicked Isabella's pussy again and Isabella moaned.

Isabella blushed furiously and quickly stood, taking the girl's hands out of her skirt.

The girl laughed at Isabella's expression. She left winking at Isabella as Isabella looked around to make sure no one had seen what had transpired between them.