Robin brushed her hair out for one last time, then set the brush on top of the dresser. With a little sigh, she moved to the corner of the room and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. A little tap of a hand was needed to ensure it was upright, the pivots being loose causing it to tip at times, and Robin gave herself a good look.
The black cocktail dress and heels from her mother's closet fit perfectly on her petite frame, with the built-in cups adding a little to her chest. She was pleased with her how hair looked, and shook her head. The blonde hair flowed smoothly with each toss of her head, and she was happy her practice was paying off.
The ride to the Malcom estate was short, and the taxi driver offered to wait when he dropped her at the front doors. Robin declined, even though he was handsome and obviously interested. His eyes had been in the mirror the whole drive, and he had jumped out quickly to open her door and sneak a peek at her smooth thighs when she slid out. His attention had been flattering and arousing, and Robin paused before going inside.
"You could come back in two hours, I'll be done and in need of a ride home."
He quickly agreed, promising to be waiting out front. He watched her walk up to the door, his eyes on her ass while she waited for the door to be answered, and when she stepped inside, he let out a sigh and returned to the car.
"Please, come in," the woman welcomed. "This way."
Robin followed the maid through the large hall and into a den. The matronly woman gave her a judgmental look up and down, then gestured to the large chairs.
"Please, have a seat. He will join you shortly."
"Thank you."
The maid left the room, closing the door behind her, and Robin took a perch on the chair. The room was somewhat dark, the only light coming from a window high up on the wall, and had the slightly musty odor of old books and money. The furnishings were all antique, a collection of expensive pieces, and the large wooden desk was the centerpiece of the room.
The door creaked open and Professor Malcom entered the room, giving her a sly grin while closing the door, and moved to the front of the desk. He crossed his arms and leaned against it, his eyes moving from her heels to her face.
"So, you are Robin," he stated. "You and your brother look very similar."
"Well, we are twins," she replied, tossing her hair and smiling.
"Hmm, I wasn't aware of that. I actually didn't know Robert had a sister until you called."
He moved to the chair and ran his hand along her arm, pausing when he was behind her. His hands touched her shoulders, and she felt his fingers squeeze gently, making her nervous and aroused at the same time.
"Your brother is struggling in my class, as you are aware, and unless he manages to pass his finals, he will have to take leave of the Academy. You suggested that you had a way to assist him?"
The hands moved across her shoulders, slowly travelling to her neck and down her arms, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck.
"Yes, as I said on the phone," Robin replied, leaning back in the chair slightly.
His hands slid further down her arms, stopping above the elbow, and slowly returned to her shoulders. His fingers slipped under the straps of the dress and caressed the collarbones, and his mouth moved close to her ear.
"I assume tutoring is not what you had in mind?" he growled softly. "You wouldn't be here if it was."
His hands moved down towards her breasts and Robin grabbed them with hers, stopping him just short.
"Why don't you stand in front of me," she suggested coyly. "So I can explain myself better."
Professor Malcom chuckled, slowly taking his hands away, and moved around to face her. Robin looked up with a pouty grin and batted her eyes, then slid forward to the edge of the chair. Her fingers went to the buckle on his belt, deftly undoing it before slowly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down on his trousers. Robin slipped her hand into his boxers and withdrew his hardening cock, stroking it slowly while smiling up at him.
He chuckled smugly and put his hand on her head, smiling down at her while pulling her mouth to him. Robin opened her mouth and took him inside, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft as it pushed deeper into her mouth, and cupped his heavy sack with one hand. Professor Malcom moaned with pleasure as Robin sucked his cock, holding her head with both hands and pumping his hips.
"Ooh, you suck really good," he praised.
Robin squeezed his balls when he thrust too hard, using her grip to control his aggressiveness. Fortunately, he was not well-endowed, and Robin had no problem taking his full length. She loosened her grip and he reached down and took her hand away.
"Damn, you have a great mouth," he growled. "Let me use it."
His hands gripped her head tightly and pulled her downward as he thrust in and began fucking her mouth. His cock pushed in and out of the top of her throat, causing Robin to gag a few times, and drool began to run down her chin.
"Oh, fuck, yes... that's it... that's it..."
A warm spurt shot down her throat, followed by numerous other small pulses as he came in her mouth. His hands held her stiffly and he pulled her nose into his messy pubes, burying his cock in her throat until the pulsing waned. Robin managed to catch her breath when he let go for a moment, gasping and swallowing before he pulled her head tight again. His cock began to soften and slipped out of her mouth, and his hand lifted her chin up.
"Let's see if you swallowed it all."
Robin opened her mouth, showing him her glazed tongue.
"Oh, that's perfect," he praised.
He lifted his trousers up and moved to the chair behind the desk, flopping into it with a satisfied sigh. Robin wiped her chin and looked down at her dress. Droplets of cum dappled the front.