Unsurprisingly, there was a strange, more formal atmosphere between us the following day when we met. We had intended to have coffee first and discuss the plan of action, but Harry asked me to come straight to his office rather than our usual coffee shop.At first, I thought it was because that unintended kiss had shaken him as much as it had shaken me. That he wanted to put some formality back into our relationship; to re-establish the tutor – student balance that had been so much eroded.It surprised me how much I did not want that. I had spent much of the night awake, remembering how soft his lips had felt on mine, how warm his tall, strong body had felt so close to mine; how the smell of his masculinity had filled my nostrils.For the first time in my life, my sexuality seemed to be awakening, and in a way so unfamiliar I had no idea how to handle it. Though Ian and I had made love many times, nothing in those pleasant but mechanical copulations had come close to eliciting the deep stirrings that were swirling around my inexperienced body.The department was strangely deserted as I walked along the empty corridors towards Harry’s office. My footsteps echoed and my tentative knock on the solid wood door resonated down passageways which during the week would be thronging with students.“Come!”Harry was already at his desk with my papers spread all over its surface when I entered. He smiled broadly at me then gestured towards the chair opposite his.“Have a seat Polly. I’ll be with you in a minute.”Even as we sat opposite each other at his desk, watching him poring over the charts and diagrams I had submitted to explain one of the more detailed and controversial aspects of my research, I could feel the raw sexuality Harry exuded. I had noticed it many times before but this time, it was much more intense.That single, unsettling kiss the of previous day dominated my thoughts. It should not have happened; I was engaged, and he was married, his wife had been only yards away from us… But it had happened, and I was not sorry about it.To my consternation, my body began to respond of its own accord; my chest went tight, my nipples hardened, and a damp patch was definitely growing between my skinny thighs.“This is excellent work,” Harry looked up from the desk and deep into my eyes. “It’s very original, but I’m not sure this section is quite right.”He pointed to a corner of the largest plan closest to where he sat, indicating that I should come round to his side of the desk and examine it more closely. I hesitated in case he should notice my inappropriate arousal, then stood slowly up and moved alongside his chair, waiting for the tell-tale sniff that would lead to severe embarrassment.To my relief, there was no sign of it, but as I stood alongside his chair, feeling the warmth from his body once again and inhaling his strong, masculine scent, to my mind it became even worse.I cursed myself for not wearing a bra to cover my increasing arousal; Harry could not possibly miss the pronounced pimples on my chest that stood out so clearly through my tight jumper. He could hardly have missed the faint aroma that I was convinced was emanating from beneath the skirt I had unwisely but habitually chosen.I was almost trembling with discomfort and embarrassment as we talked about the statistical significance Anadolu Yakası Escort of the experimental results and the direction to take my research from there, when I felt the touch of his hand on the back of my calf.It was so light, so apparently accidental that at first, I barely noticed.Then it happened again. This time there was no doubt; his fingers were gently stroking the back of my knee.I glanced down to see Harry’s arm hanging casually down the side of his chair. The conversation stopped completely. Then before my watching eyes, Harry’s fingers rose and began to stroke the back of my thigh again.What should I do?There was no question that a married supervisor should not be stroking the thigh of his engaged student. There was no question that I should have stopped him immediately and insisted our relationship remained professional; perhaps that I should even have reported his behaviour to the senior management.The fact that none of these things even crossed my mind; that my main reaction was one of pleasure and increased arousal made what happened next both consensual and inevitable.Meeting no resistance or objection, Harry’s fingers progressed slowly but inexorably in long, slow, strokes, up the back of my thigh, moving from left to right, the gentle pressure between my knees easing my legs open the tiniest fraction.My chest was tight, my hands shaking but no thought of stopping him entered my mind.Moments later, his fingertips had risen up the back of my thighs to the hem of my knickers and were toying with the elastic at the base of my buttocks. I shivered with pleasure but still said and did nothing.Then in his boldest move yet, Harry’s fingers moved between my upper thighs and began to touch and fondle my vulva through its protective gusset.The sensations that shot through my body made me shake. To my shame, resistance still never crossed my mind, I simply closed my eyes and revelled in the slow, smooth, gentle fingering that I was receiving.However wrong it was, I could feel my body responding eagerly. Lubrication simply oozed from me, soaking through my knickers and onto his active hand. I grasped the edge of Harry’s desk to steady myself as tremors of pleasure rippled through my lower belly and down my trembling thighs.My legs parted of their own accord, giving him freer access to my cotton covered slit. Seizing his chance; Harry’s fingers immediately slipped inside the tight elastic and began to toy with the complicated collection of flesh within.The first, small orgasm followed swiftly after that; on my feet, fully dressed, leaning heavily on the edge of Harry’s desk. My legs were parted; his strong, dark hand deep inside my knickers.From that moment on, I was putty in his hands. Slipping his fingers from my knickers, Harry rose to his feet and we began to kiss. My arms flew around his neck and I hung there, my lips fixed to his, tongues deep inside each other’s mouths as his hands made short work of my skirt and panties.Bared from the waist down, the cool air in the room on my moist vulva made my nakedness even more exciting an arousing. I made to kiss him once more but with a momentum that literally swept me off my feet, Harry lifted me bodily from the floor and laid me across the pages of research we were supposed Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan to be studying, completely exposed from the waist down.Still reeling from my first orgasm, I looked up dewy eyed into his handsome black-skinned face as he quickly and efficiently dropped his trousers and pants to his knees.Dimly aware that something long, thick and black had been released, I watched helplessly as he shuffled towards where I lay. I felt strong hands firmly parting my knees; I felt the heat of a powerful male body on my inner thighs; I felt something large and smooth being rubbed up and down my tingling slit.I felt it parting my inner lips, stretching me. I felt a powerful, irresistible pressure…According to the digital clock on his office wall, Harry’s long, thick, black cock entered my pale, skinny body for the first time at ten thirty-seven that Sunday morning. It is a moment I will remember for the rest of my life; the moment I finally understood what sex and desire really meant.The moment I finally became a real woman.There was no pain when he entered me, no clumsy experimentation, just pure physical sexual exhilaration.All I knew or cared about was that my body was being filled almost to bursting by something huge, firm and, unlike in my defloration, very much desired. Sawing back and forth, allowing my body just enough time to adapt, he gradually worked the whole of his erection into my tight, desperately lubricating vagina.There was a moment of stillness when he bottomed out inside me.I lay on my back on the desk looking up into his handsome face, at his powerful chest and shoulders then down across my own flat skinny tummy to the place where our bodies were now joined, his dark pubic triangle grinding hard against my own.“Are you okay Polly?” he whispered.Was I okay? My belly felt as full as it had ever felt, my entrance was stretched tighter than it had ever been, even by Dave. My chest felt tight too and I could hear my heart thumping in my ears.Was this what okay felt like? All I knew was that it felt good and I did not want it to stop.I looked deep into his dark eyes, bit my lower lip hard, and nodded.Harry returned the smile, then a look of determination crossed his face… and he began to fuck me.My God did that man fuck me.I will never forget the shock, amazement and sheer delight that racked my body as it was fucked properly for the first time. The man was and remains an expert.Sex with Dave had been painful; sex with Ian was pleasant but unremarkable. Sex with Harry was nothing short of a revelation.Starting very slowly, barely rocking back and forth deep within me, he slowly but surely tuned my stunned, inexperienced body into his. As the pace and length of his strokes gradually increased, so I felt myself opening for him. My legs spread wide of their own accord, my juices flowed more and more freely; my back arched spontaneously to make the angle of penetration both easier and more arousing.Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!I could hear my own breathing becoming deeper and noisier as the slow thudding sounds from between my thighs grew louder, wetter and faster.Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!“Mmmmmm!”I sighed as the pleasure mounted.Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!The thudding became faster, then became an earthy slapping Escort Anadolu Yakası sound as lubrication oozed from me. A deep and powerful aroma began to fill the room; the pungent, feral smell of two human bodies becoming one.Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!As my juices began to churn, so the sounds became wetter still and sharper in their tone. By now Harry’s thrusts had reached full depth, drawing back until only his head remained within me, then surging forward until his hips struck mine with a resounding collision of flesh, and his head drove my cervix high into my belly.Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!This was sex the like of which I had never dreamed of; raw, passionate and for me, unbelievably exhilarating; far beyond anything I had experienced before, either with Dave or my fiancé.Slap-Slap! Slap-lap!“MMMMM!”Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap!“MmmmoooohhhhmyyyGodddYeeSSSS!”The first ever full-on vaginal orgasm of my life struck right there and then, the first time he took me, leaving me a stunned mass of female confusion and depositing a pool of slimy goo on the polished surface of his desk.Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap!“JeeeesusChhriiisst!”The second followed close on its heels. I bit the fleshy part of my thumb hard to try and stifle the noise but was too far gone to keep quiet.Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap! Slap-Slap-Slap-Slap!“Ohhhmyyy Goddd!”I have had many orgasms at his hands since then, but I will never forget that first amazing, climactic moment when everything suddenly made sense. The moment when, in full-on, uncontrolled orgasm, my eyes flew open wide, my body went into spasm, my mind turned to mush, and I finally understood what being a complete, sexual woman really meant.Harry’s hands were on my legs now, holding me tightly, spreading my thighs yet wider and pulling my wide-open vulva towards his advancing cock with every powerful forward thrust of his hips.‘SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!”“MMMMMMMMYYYEEESSSSS!”Despite cumming helplessly yet again, I could feel Harry’s powerful black body becoming tense. A moment later, his rhythm began to break, and his strokes became erratic. Strange grunting noises escaped his lips too and I dimly realised he was beginning the short, sharp strokes that would bring him to his own climax.“Are you safe?” he grunted between thrusts.Naïve and still reeling from my orgasms I did not understand what he meant.“I’m going to cum any second, Polly! Are you on the pill?”Harry’s voice sounded desperate, but my orgasm-fuddled brain was still too slow to react.“Oh fuuucckk! NnnggGGGHHHH!”The sounds that escaped his lips as his own climax struck were more animal than human. The next thing I knew, the amazing appendage that had brought so much pleasure was being pulled unceremoniously from my spasming vagina. Moments later, something warm and sticky was being sprayed over my lower belly.“NNNNGGHHH!”I looked between my microscopic breasts and along my skinny tummy to see thick, cream-coloured goo surging from the end of Harry’s cock and onto my pale flesh. Rope after rope spurted from the tiny lips at its tip, matting my pubic hair, filling my tummy button completely then running down my sides and onto the shiny desktop.I stared, part fascinated, part horrified at the first full-on male ejaculation I had ever seen. It seemed to last forever, Harry’s body twisting and contorting as the spasms struck and what seemed like oceans of thick, creamy fluid were sprayed over my naked belly.Eventually the spurting slowed and stopped, and a form of calm came over us. I watched spellbound as Harry squeezed and milked the last few drops of semen from his cock and onto my pubic mound, then leaned over and kissed me lightly between my tiny boobs.