Chapter 3 Chapter Three: The Private Lesson

The dimly lit study was filled with the gentle hum of a laptop and the occasional rustle of paper.

Professor Alexander Blackwood, a tall, imposing figure with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jaw, sat behind his desk, his gaze fixed on the young woman seated across from him.

Emily, a bright and ambitious student, had requested a private lesson to prepare for an upcoming exam.

As Emily fidgeted with her notebook, trying to focus on the lecture notes, Professor Blackwood leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her boobs.

He had always found her alluring, but today, there was something different about her, a charged tension that made his pulse quicken.

"Emily," he began, his voice low and husky, "you've been struggling with the material. I think it's time we took a different approach to your studies."

Emily looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. "A different approach, Professor?"

Blackwood nodded, a slow, sensual smile playing on his lips. "Yes. I believe that a more... hands-on method might be beneficial. Would you be open to that?"

Emily's breath hitched, a mix of curiosity and arousal coursing through her veins. "I... I think so, Professor. What did you have in mind?"

Blackwood stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he made his way around the desk.

He positioned himself behind Emily, his hands resting on her shoulders, his thumbs gently massaging the tense muscles.

Emily leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he worked out the knots.

"Relax, Emily," Blackwood murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me take care of you."

His hands moved lower, cupping her breasts, taking her by surprise.

He squeezed and teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Emily closed her eyes, her back arching as pleasure washed over her.

Blackwood's lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, his tongue swirling, sending shivers down her spine.

Emily turned to face him, her eyes locked on his as she reached out, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

She was a married woman and shouldn't be fucking her private tutor but just once wouldn't hurt right?

Her husband is a Marine Marshal and he has been away for weeks making her sex starved.

She freed his cock, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his impressive 12-inch length, hard and ready for her.

With a smirk, Blackwood reached into the mini-fridge beside his desk, retrieving a few ice cubes.

He handed one to Emily, his eyes never leaving hers as he whispered, "Use this to explore, my dear."

Emily had a lot of thoughts going through her head…has her Private tutor always been attracted to her?

Emily's hand trembled slightly as she took the ice cube, her fingers tracing the cool surface before bringing it to her lips.

She sucked on it, her eyes locked on Blackwood's, before moving it lower, trailing it down her neck, her collarbone, and finally, between her legs.

The ice cube sent jolts of pleasure and cold sensation through her body as she rubbed it against her clit, her hips bucking with each touch.

Blackwood watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Emily's body responded to the erotic stimulation.

Unable to resist any longer, Blackwood scooped Emily up into his arms, carrying her to the large oak desk.

He bent her over, her ass pressed against the cool wood, and positioned himself behind her.

He sheathed himself inside her, filling her completely.

Emily cried out, her nails digging into the desk as Blackwood began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, fast motion.

"Ohh my gawd fuvk" Emily moaned as Blackwood slammed into her.

"You're so sweet...you're sweet" Blackwood cried out.

"But my husband doesn't want...Ahhhh" Blackwood cut Emily off by thrusting hard into her.

Blackwood's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his pace quickening, his body tensing as he approached his own release.

With a quick thrust, Blackwood sent them both over the edge, their bodies convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over them, their muscles clenching and releasing together.

Emily's inner walls pulsed around Blackwood's cock, milking every last drop of his release as he came deep inside her.

As they caught their breath, their bodies entwined, Blackwood pulled Emily into a tight embrace, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Emily's heart raced with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that this was just the beginning of her escapade with her private tutor.

This was cheating she knew, but she was not ready to stop, not after enjoying blackwood's 12 inches dick.

Blackwood broke the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Emily, my dear, I have a feeling that our lesson would suddenly become interesting. Would you like to continue?"

Emily nodded, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her face. "Yes, Professor. I want to explore every inch of you, to discover a lot of new things from you. Show me more."

She found herself craving for Blackwood, this was a sin…she knew but she was ready to risk it.

Emily's body still throbbed with the aftermath of their passionate encounter, but the hunger for more was far from sated.

Professor Blackwood, sensing her eagerness, decided to take their exploration to new heights.

"Emily, my dear," Blackwood murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "I want to show you something new. Something that will take your pleasure to heights you've never imagined."

Emily's eyes widened with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "What do you have in mind, Professor?"

Blackwood reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a small, sleek vibrator.

He held it up, a smirk playing on his lips. "This, my dear, is going to be your new best friend."

He handed the vibrator to Emily, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Turn it on and place it against your clit. Let the vibrations heighten your pleasure while I explore you from behind."