"What are you doing this weekend?" Professor Jones asked me after class.
"Oh, umm..." I began to say but was cut short.
"I'm having a dinner party at my place. I'd love for you to join," she continued.
"Nothing, actually. I'd love to." I lied. I was supposed to hang out with my boyfriend but when your law professor whom you've been crushing over since the beginning of the semester invited you to her house, you don't turn that down.
"Great! I'll email you the address."
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" As I ran out the door to my next class.
"Oh. Wear something sexy."
Friday night, I lied to my boyfriend and told him we couldn't have sex and that I was meeting my professor tomorrow to go over some of the lessons. I wanted my pussy to be fresh and clean for the first time with Professor Jones. But I promised him my pussy was his to do as he pleased when I returned. In reality, I was thinking he could have my professor's sloppy seconds.
Saturday morning, I went to the salon and got a Brazilian wax. I also stopped at the store and bought the sexiest little black dress I could find, a black lace thong to match with it, and a three-inch black pump. When I got home, I showered and got dressed. I didn’t bother wearing a bra as I figured it would only get in the way.
I drove and got to Professor Jones' house at exactly 7 o'clock sharp. She answered the door with a glass of wine in hand and invited me in. "Come on in. Make yourself at home. Dinner is prepped and ready to eat. Would you like something to drink?"
"I'll have what you're having," I replied. She served me a glass. I took a sip and it was Sauvignon blanc. OMG! Best wine I've had yet. It shot straight to my nether regions. My pussy was tingling. My clit was throbbing. It was like an orgasm in my mouth. "This is some good wine."
"Isn't it? When I was a lawyer before I started teaching, I helped a client win his land back from being taken over by the state. The land has been in his family for decades, passed down from generation to generation. The state tries to fight them every time there's someone new in charge. Since then, I get a case delivered to my door every month."
We sat down and talked about class, life, and everything in between. When I looked down, a glass turned to two bottles of wine between us. We moved over to the dining room and it was only us two eating.
Did my professor lie about the dinner party just to get me to her house and fuck me? Smooth. I like it. I looked over and two bottles turned to four, then six. I was tipsy and very horny. I excused myself to the bathroom. My panties were soaked. 'There goes fresh and clean.'
I wiped my pussy dry as much as I could and returned to Professor Jones. I stumbled across the bar area and just as I leaned there for a second, she turned and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed her back but her lips weren't moving and she was staring blankly at me. 'OH FUCK!' I screamed in my head when she pulled her hand from behind me with a glass of wine.
"I am so sorry!" I began to say when her lips came crashing back down on mine.
She placed the drink back down and began caressing me as our tongues danced a sweet melody in our mouths. Her hand lifted my dress and slid into my panties. I imagined this happening many times while sitting in class.
She grabbed my arm and walked me to her bedroom. Her bedroom was the size of my apartment and her bed was twice my queen size bed.
We both quickly undressed and got in bed. She wasted no time kissing and licking my body. Sucking on my breasts as her fingers find my wet hole. Her tongue made its way down as she kissed my southern lips. She ate and finger fucked my tight pussy to orgasm.
Then she climbed back up and whispered in my ear, "My husband is going to join us. Hope you don't mind?"
"Anything for you," I moaned back, my mind clouded from the wine and orgasm. I could feel the presence of a third person in the room. I opened my eyes to a three-legged big black man standing at the end of the bed. His dick was huge, long, thick, and veiny. That's when I realized this was not about Professor Jones seducing me. She was preparing me to take her husband's big black monster cock. There was no way I was going to take that thing. My boyfriend is barely six inches at his best.