Eros University Chapter 2 The Blonde Seductress
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On his first day at Eros—a secret university of dark desires, forbidden pleasures and carnal delights—Enyo meets his ravishing blonde teacher, a foxy redhead in skimpy schoolgirl’s uniform, and is seduced by his wickedly hot counselor…all in 24 hours!
Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress
The blaring beeps of my bedside alarm-clock forced me awake.
‘Why did I have to sleep so late last night?’ I groaned, sitting up on my bed with the white blanket disarrayed over my lap. ‘Oh, right,’ I remembered suddenly, ‘the whole sexual episode with Karen and Chaval, not to mention that mysterious girl….’
A scramble to prepare for classes began: there was only twenty minutes till my first lesson. Following a quick, hot shower, I got dressed in uniform, a white button-shirt over which I threw on a black coat and simple black dress pants. Picking up my schoolbag, I admitted to the growing fear in my stomach.
This is the first morning of my post-secondary education, I thought. It’s not going to be a joke like high-school.
However, I felt thrilled as well.
‘Time to meet some girls!’ I said out loud, rubbing my hands together.
I darted for the lecture hall, cutting across the field and reaching the building within minutes. Castle Turin, it proclaimed in silver lettering above the large, wooden doorway of the elegant Gothic structure. The stone walls, worn away by rain, were a dull, smudged gray. I wasn’t sure if this building was a replica of a medieval castle or an artifact surviving from that age.
It didn’t look so big from outside, I remarked to myself after walking in.
The overall shape was in the medieval strain. It was like a large, many-floored tower. I walked up the spiral staircase to the seventh floor, my steps echoing off the grimy walls. After taking a few confused turns I finally found my class. The wide double-doors of wood and iron were open, and when I walked inside I noticed that the room was already half-full. With a quick look around, I took a seat at the edge of one of the back rows.
Wow, I thought, my eyes scanning around, this place sure is amazing.
The inside of the spacious room was a strange fusion of old and new. The long, ornate tables which stretched from one end of the room to the other were remnants of a bygone era, as were the leather-backed chairs. A pervasiveness of the colour gray in the ancient stone walls and floor served to give the place a brooding, almost haunting atmosphere. However, there was an LCD projector on the ceiling and a large television in the left-hand corner of the room.
Not many other students showed up and the class remained half-full. At around two minutes before ten the professor walked in. I got a profile view of her, and let me tell you—YOWZA! She was hot!
Writing Professor Elizabeth York on the blackboard, she turned to face the class and began arranging her notes upon the lectern. Professor York seemed to be a foreigner, possibly from Germany or Austria. She had a very graceful figure and looked so gorgeous in her sleek, light-purple dress suit. It had trimmings of black at the sleeves, pockets, and hem, with small black buttons running down on the right side. Her matching dress was a bit provocative, ending just above her knees.
I leaned out of my chair to snatch a better view.
‘Ooh, what sexy legs!’ I whispered to myself.
Her slender legs were a pale cream, and she wore a pair of black, high-heeled pumps. My eyes scanned for a wedding ring: none! (like I had a chance…) Suddenly, the twinkle of jewelry caught my attention and my eyes were drawn to a golden bracelet circling her left wrist.
Perhaps it’s a family heirloom, I wondered.
Ms. York’s face was as striking as her body: full cheeks with a dab of red on each, the narrow, high forehead of an intellectual, with a few curls of golden hairs hanging down to her eyes. It was a perfect outline, a beauty only enhanced by the smooth luster of her pale skin. Her thick curls of golden hair fell past her shoulders, and I could just make out a pair of tiny round earrings behind that voluminous hair.
If it was possible to deduce someone’s personality based on their looks, Ms. York was what I could only describe as deep. This woman had something to hide: an air of melancholy was present in her every gesture. She looked stern with her stoic, almost unmoving face.
‘Welcome to European Literature, a first year introduction English class.’ Her voice had a slight accent (German—I was right) and it was firm yet feminine. Sure, it didn’t have any of the seductive charm of Ms. Maynard, but it did possess a calm eloquence. ‘In this course we will be covering major developments in the literature of Europe, from Realism to Post-Modernism. Reading is heavy, but that’s to be expected,’ she stated, pacing left to right. ‘Works range from novels by Flaubert, plays by Chekhov, poems by Wordsworth, critical essays by…’
She went on talking, but I didn’t pay much attention to her words as much as I did to her movements, her curls of hair, those luscious lips forming blank words, and her beautiful figure. I don’t know when it began, but as I stared at the gorgeous professor—my eyes fixed on her every movement—I imagined us engaged in a steamy romp.
I see Ms. York and myself in the empty classroom. All the lights are turned off and it’s almost pitch-dark inside. We’re standing in front of the wide glass windows and there’s a huge, glowing moon hanging in the sky, it illuminates the room and our bodies in its shimmering white light.
We stare at each other for a moment before she bends to her knees, unzips my pants, and slips out my steel-hard cock. She begins stroking it slowly, her smooth palm gliding from the base to its pink crown. Ms. York looks up, her golden hair falling over her eyes, and smirks wickedly. I nod in understanding as she closes her pink lips on the head of my member and takes it into her mouth. The noise of her sloppy sucking fills the quiet room and I see her face scrunched in concentration as she gives me head. Soon she pops the cock out of her mouth and, using the back of her tongue, glides it down my length in one long stroke.
Then Ms. York unbuttons her suit in a slow and sensuous way, licking her upper lip with a single sweep of her tongue as she does so. She shrugs off the purple jacket, revealing her red, lacy bra, and begins to squeeze her own hefty breasts. Next she unclasps her bra from behind but doesn’t take it off, rather, she holds it by the cups to her chest. She looks at me with a mischievous smile, her face slightly tilted to one side. Anticipation wracks my body and I thrill with impatience. Ms. York suddenly flings her bra aside, placing my hot, solid member between those creamy globes, she then proceeds to give me a long breast-fuck.
The feeling of her warm tits enveloping my stiff prick, that delicious friction of her soft, pale skin against my hard spear created by the constant up and down movement—it all overwhelms my senses. My legs tremble and I throw my head back and let out a breathless gasp. Ms. York is still on her knees, pressing the supple spheres of her tits together, enfolding my rigid phallus even tighter.
With my cock mashed between her warm cleavage, Ms. York jerks her chest up and down, her shoulders rising and falling as she continues her expert breast-fuck. Pre-cum swiftly bubbles out of my piss-slit, it runs down the valley of Ms. York’s tits, streaking down the firm, rich flesh of her abdomen in quick zig-zags before disappearing into her bellybutton.
This minor detail mesmerizes me.
Ms. York gets to her feet and wraps one arm around my neck while we lean in to kiss, her other hand is busy stroking my dick. As our lips connect I slide my right hand under the snug waistline of her purple skirt, my palm slips into her panties and finds her slippery burrow. The beautiful professor lets out a long sigh as I work my fingers in and out of her dripping slit. She stands on her tip-toes and rocks her body back and forth with her left arm wrapped tightly around my neck while we kiss.
Then, removing my soaked digits, I hold them to her mouth. Ms. York shakes her head in disgust, her golden curls swishing with the movement. But I press my fingers more forcibly to her lips and she licks them with reluctance. Soon she’s eagerly lathing her tongue around my digits, at one point taking three of them into her mouth and sucking on them hard. I ask if she likes the taste of her own juices and she nods.
At last the moment comes: I strip Professor York down to the nude. She sits atop my dick, holding it by the middle and rubbing its mushroom-head across her glistening cunt. I’m lying on my back on her desk, staring up at the golden curls framing her nether-lips as my cock brushes her pink folds.
Ms. York slides down my length with a little cry as I feel her warm,drooling cunt grab tightly at my pillar of flesh. We both groan with arousal. But looking up into the professor’s face I can see it creased with pain, her eyebrows twitching and her pink mouth open and panting with unfulfilled desire. And so she begins gyrating her hips round and round, slowly at first then quicker and with greater urgency, forcing my rigid erection to describe circles inside her hot, oozing cunt.
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