Sandra's Fulfilled Desires

Sandra's POV CONT'D

After what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, we finally arrived at Professor Blake's house. The journey had been filled with a blend of nervousness and excitement, and with each passing minute, I could feel my heart racing. The moment we pulled into his driveway, my butterflies multiplied, and I couldn't help but wonder how this encounter would play out.

Professor Blake parked the car, and as we both stepped out, the night air seemed charged with a sense of possibility. His house loomed before us, a place I had only ever imagined being in. With a hint of uncertainty and a surge of desire, I followed him inside, my pulse quickening with every step.

As we crossed the threshold into his home, the realization that my long-held fantasy was becoming a reality washed over me. The atmosphere inside was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cool night air outside. I knew that the moments to come would be filled with intensity and passion, and I couldn't wait to explore this uncharted territory with Professor Blake.

As we stepped into Professor Blake's home, he turned to me with a warm and welcoming smile. The soft glow of the dimmed lights in his living room added to the intimate ambiance. He inquired with a gentle tone, "Sandra, would you like something to eat or drink before we continue?" His consideration for my comfort was evident, and his question hung in the air for a moment.

I couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment, the anticipation building between us. I met his eyes with a longing gaze, my desire for him written across my face. My heart pounded in my chest as I closed the distance between us. In a hushed and sultry whisper, I pressed myself against him, our bodies coming into close contact, and I murmured, "I'm hungry, Professor Blake, but it's not for food. I want to taste you." My words were charged with desire, and my arms encircled him in a tight embrace, sealing our fate with a passionate hunger that burned between us.

Professor Blake's eyes met mine, and in that intense moment, I could see a fiery desire mirrored in his gaze. The air was thick with anticipation, and the chemistry between us crackled with intensity. We stood there for several minutes, gazing into each other’s eyes, without uttering a word.

Finally breaking our uninterrupted gaze, Professor Blake slowly moved his lips closer to mine. His lips crushed on my mouth as he kissed me softly and gently at first. Savoring every inch, he explored my lips thoroughly with care and affection. It was the first time he had ever kissed me.

I had fantasized about kissing him, but I never knew it was gonna become a reality. Slowly, I succumbed under his kiss and allowed myself go. I escalated the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth, allowing my passion to envelop me. As our tongues rolled over each other, I lightly ran my fingers through the back of his curly hair and gently stroked his cheek with my other hand.

As we continued kissing, my breathing grew heavier with each passing moment. Every exhale carried with it a palpable eagerness that surged within me. It was as though a magnetic force was drawing me closer to him, and the mere thought of his impending touch sent shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, in one swift and effortless motion, he swept me off my feet, and I found myself floating in the sanctuary of his strong, secure arms. The world outside seemed to vanish as he carried me, each step he took filled with a purpose only he comprehended. We ascended the staircase, his touch serving as a constant reminder of the electrifying connection we shared.

Our lips remained locked in a passionate dance, each kiss a testament to the depth of our desire. It was a journey marked by profound longing, and I couldn't help but revel in every single moment, each step bringing us closer to his bedroom.

Upon reaching our destination, he gently broke our kiss, and in his eyes, I saw lust and hunger. With a gentle touch, he placed me back on the floor. Our lips reconnected and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Professor Blake took his time, slowly unzipping my gown and pulling it down to the floor. Still holding my lips in his, he grabbed me close to his arms, gently undoing my clothes. One by one, inch by inch, he heightened my anticipation with every fabric of my clothes as he peeled them off my body. I didn't know what was happening because I was on fire for him. I still found it hard to believe that everything that was happening was real. If it was dream, I hoped never to wake up from it because it felt so good.

Unknown to me, I was already naked. I was so so lost in our kiss, I had become oblivious to my environment. Professor Blake broke the kiss, keeping my eyes locked onto his. I looked down at myself in shock. I was now left in nothing but my pink panties.

"Your panties look beautiful," Professor Blake said with a thin seductive smile. "Can I take it off?"

If it were another man, I would have told him no. I would have pushed him away and grab my clothes. But it was Professor Blake. The man of my dreams. I was lost. My mind was in a whirl. I was on fire and only he could quench it.

I nodded, giving him the approval he needed. Professor Blake turned my back to him, he then leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck before bending me over at the waist, showing off my curvy àss to him. He slowly slid the panties down my slender legs, pulling them away when they reached the ground. Now completely naked, he turned me around back to face him.

Professor Blake took my hands and placed it on his clothes. "Why don't you undress me yourself, Sandra?"

My face looked amusingly at him. "Why?"

"Because I want you to savor every second of undressing me," he replied sweetly at me.

Professor Blake quickly kicked off his sneakers shoes as I began undressing him. I tried doing it in the same seductive manner he had done to me but I failed. My hands were so unsteady I had to rush things up. Soon he had no clothes on. His bare chest was exposed, revealing his chest which was quite hairy. Seeing his broad and hairy chest drove me wild with lust and anticipation.

I looked at his cock and my eyes went wide with shock when I saw how huge his cock was. It would be more than ten inches if I'm not mistaken. Professor Blake wrapped me in his arms and drew me in for a long, passionate kiss. As I kissed him, my hands moved on their own, stroking the hairs on his exposed chest. I could feel his cóck pressing against me as we approached the bed. He lightly laid me on the bed caressing my nípples which were wordlessly begging for his touch.

He then laid down between my legs and softly kissed my flat tummy. Working his kisses all the way up my abdomen, between the valley of my breasts, and eventually to each nipple individually, I was soon moaning and writhing in pleasure and anticipation.

Professor Blake lightly stimulated every inch of my bréasts which were fairy big and lovely.

I was so horny and my honeypot was yearning for his huge cock. Professor Blake shifted himself higher, kissed me sweetly on the lips, and gently eased his cóck into my wet cúnt.

"I'm putting it in," he whispered lightly to my ears as he penetrated me, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Oh, god…” I gasped as the head of his cóck stretched into her cúnt. "Please be gentle, Professor Blake. Your cock looks bigger than any other cock I've seen."

I had to admit it, he had a really huge cock and it was far by the hugest and longest one I'd ever seen. I loved the way his arms made me feel safe and warm. I loved the feel of his lips over mine. His lips were powerful to make me wet and burning in desire. But most of all, I loved his handsome face and his blue eyes.

As he gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, I closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to enjoy the moment and what he had to offer. Rolling his thrusts gently and deep inside me, he placed my hands on his shoulders. As he secured me in his own arms, he smiled and whispered, "Damn you're so tight, Sandra."

I nodded as I moaned loudly, keeping my eyes shut from meeting those irresistible beautiful eyes of his.Professor Blake continued to grind his hard cóck inside my cunt. "Can I go deeper?" He asked with a naughty smirk across his handsome face.

I wrapped my arms over his neck and forced him down to my lips, kissing him deeply with every fiber of my being.

"Yes, Professor. Go deeper and deeper. Make me feel good."

As we kissed, he held me tightly. His strokes were now deliberate, strong, and yet always gentle. He moderately thrust into me deeply, his cóck stimulating my G-spot, making my moans go louder.

I was without being. It was as if he had shut the entire world out of my life. Pleasure was released into my blood streams. I had no idea when I began singing sweet moaning lullaby into his ears.

Professor Blake's waist pounded harder and faster into me. I swallowed, opening my mouth with my eyes closed at the intensity of his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his buttocks, trapping him from pulling out.

Professor Blake didn't stop. He went on and on, watching the expression of orgasm on my face as I rolled my eyes back in pleasure.

"Holy shít!" I cried out in pleasure as I finally climaxed, my faces glowing with sheer joy.

Professor also reached climax and he quickly pulled out immediately, pouring his cum on my pussy. I was shaking. I just had the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my entire life.

We breathed heavily on the bed for a moment, and then looked into each other’s eyes.

“Holy shít,” I whispered, “that was the best I’ve ever had.”

With a light chuckle, he emitted only the faintest of sounds, and in response, I gravitated nearer to him, drawing myself close and nestling into his comforting presence. I half-expected him to gently nudge me away, but to my delight, he offered no resistance to my affectionate advance, allowing me to remain nestled in his embrace.

The sheer joy of this unanticipated acceptance washed over me, and in that very moment, I could genuinely declare myself the happiest woman on this planet. The immense contentment and fulfillment I experienced stemmed from the realization that I had finally shared an intimate moment with Professor Blake, the man who had effortlessly captured my heart within a single day without even consciously attempting to do so.

A radiant smile graced my lips as I leaned my head against his chest, basking in the warm afterglow of our shared connection, and before I knew it, the serenity of the moment lulled me into a peaceful slumber.