Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly & Rhiannon)
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				Title: <strong>Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 00:31:58</strong>
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				Dr. Anthony Stellar, PhD, Professor, English Literature the gold plated name read on the outside of the office door.&nbsp; Dr. Stellar had just turned 40, but felt and looked younger than his age and profession would imply.&nbsp; At just over 6', he was strong with wide shoulders, and with a wife and young children at home he kept active, tanned from his constant exposure to the sun.&nbsp; His dark brown hair almost looked black, and along with dark blue eyes, his features expressed the intensity that he brought to the classroom.<br><br>Sitting at his desk behind the closed door, he was reading through some work of his students.&nbsp; He spent many hours alone in his office, and this evening was no different.&nbsp; His wife and kids were spending the weekend with his inlaws, so he didn’t feel bad about staying a little later.&nbsp; Sifting through the piles of paper on his desk, trying to organize them as he prepared to leave, a name stood out from the others.&nbsp; Christina Stanley.<br><br>He closed his eyes for a minute and tried to picture her in his class.&nbsp; &nbsp;His classroom had been filled this year with many girls, most he never remembered.&nbsp; But with Christina he had instantly felt some sort of deep attraction, and every time he ended up close to her his instincts flared, his passions arose, feeling desires he thought had been completely given over to his wife.&nbsp; His sex life had faded a bit from his youth, but he still maintained a healthy appetite in bed so when his wife was gone he admittedly built up a need to release himself.&nbsp; Catching himself fantasizing about how it would feel to embrace the fresh, young little body that Christine had, he opened his eyes and jolted to reality as a soft knock was heard on his door.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 04:27:24</strong>
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				Christina's long brown hair flowed over her shoulders as she straighted her knee length, light pink, flowing skirt.&nbsp; Her white, long sleeve sweater clung to her curvy figure and revealed a moderate amount of her ample cleavage.&nbsp; She had spent nearly an hour picking out her outfit, wanting to be attractive but not too sexy.&nbsp; She wanted Dr. Stellar to notice her, but not think her trashy.&nbsp; <br><br>She was a sophomore this year, and having excelled in her previous classes she had been given permission to take his class, although it was usually reserved for juniors and seniors.&nbsp; She had only heard of him before the first day of class; most of the girls talked of how attractive he is.&nbsp; She had shrugged this off, not believing a 40 year old man could be sexy.&nbsp; Her opinion was proved wrong the second she had set her eyes on him this morning.<em> Oh...my...God!</em> She thought immediately.&nbsp; Taking a seat in the back, she watched him pushing his books and papers around on his desk.&nbsp; For the next hour her attraction to him had grown more and more intense.&nbsp; He was so intelligent!&nbsp; He seemed to know everything about English Literature!&nbsp; And his body...wow!<br><br>She had wanted to talk to him after class, but had lost her nerve.&nbsp; Instead, she scurried to her dorm room.&nbsp; After a few weeks of daydreaming about him she decided she must see him.&nbsp; Her bright blue eyes read over her syllabus to find his office hours, and now she was standing outside his office.&nbsp; She brought a nervous hand to the door and knocked, softly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 21:38:45</strong>
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				"Come in," Dr. Stellar firmly commanded.&nbsp; &nbsp;With all the papers on his desk, he scrambled to find his appointment book, not remembering having scheduled any meetings.&nbsp; When he did finally look up he was stunned to see Christina, and was sure his face reflected it.&nbsp; Here was the girl in the flesh whom he had just undressed in his mind.&nbsp; The outfit she was wearing, however, highlighted her best features, and her long brown flowing hair framed a face that any man would consider very attractive in it's natural beauty.&nbsp; Her petite body looked hand crafted to reflect a creation he would have trouble improving.<br><br>It took him a minute to return his thoughts to his profession, closing some opened books on his desk and returning them to the floor to ceiling shelves.<br><br>With his back turned, he spoke, "Christina ... it's good to see you" he tried to speak slowly and clearly, though his heartbeat had increased as she entered the room.&nbsp; "Did we have an appointment?"&nbsp; He remained professional, starting to realize that she had shown no interest in him, and that his fantasy could remain safely tucked away in his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:33:15</strong>
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				What had Christine hoped to happen by coming to see him?&nbsp; What did she want?&nbsp; To impress him?&nbsp; To flirt?&nbsp; She wasn't sure, perhaps it was just to be around him.&nbsp; Honestly, she had no idea.&nbsp; She quickly glanced at his body while his back was to her, <em>Ohhh, he is so sexy...</em> she thought.<br><br>"Did we have an appointment," he asked.&nbsp; Her mind raced, <em>Oh God...Oh God...Was I supposed to make an appointment?...</em><br><br>"No.&nbsp; No, sir.&nbsp; We don't.&nbsp; I just wanted to..." <br><em>Oh...think Christine!&nbsp; What socially, expectable reason could have brought you here?</em> <br><br>Her heart was racing at this point.&nbsp; <em>An image formed in her mind of him setting her on his desk...kissing her passionately...his hands moving up her dress... </em>&nbsp; Her neck and chest became obviously flushed and she could barely speak.&nbsp; <br><br>"I just wanted to pick your brain about some things I found confusing in the reading assignment.&nbsp; But, I can come back if this isn't a good time," she mananged to explain.<br><br>His reaction to her had been cool and calm.&nbsp; She tried to match his reaction by also remaning calm, but it was impossible.&nbsp; She was so nervous she could feel her hands beginning to trembled a little.&nbsp; She tried to hide her heightend emotions by clutching her book.&nbsp; She smiled sweetly and took a hesitant step closer to his desk.<br><br><em>God, I bet he just thinks I'm silly.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:00:01</strong>
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				Dr. Stellar was sure she wouldn't have crossed the threshhold into his office if she knew the thoughts he had toward her.&nbsp; He was ashamed at his ease of considering an affair with this young student, but it had been a nagging fantasy for years, and somehow he felt he just needed to get it out of his system.<br><br>He still couldn't believe that the girl he had been dreaming about was right in front of him.&nbsp; He finally replied to her, "No, now is as good as any."&nbsp; In his nervousness, he told her much more than she needed to know:&nbsp; "My wife is out of town, and it's been quiet.&nbsp; You know how much I love to discuss our reading."&nbsp; He said sarcastically, with a wink.<br><br>He walked over to the door and locked it.&nbsp; "I don't want to take any more appointments today" he said matter of factly.&nbsp; Standing close to her, he reached out his arm, touching hers, trying to read the cover of the book.&nbsp; "Which assignment are you referring to?"<br><br>He was sure it meant nothing to her, but even his slight touch sent sensations through his body that he hadn't felt in years.&nbsp; <em>He had been alone with other students before ... why was this situation seem so different?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 23:33:15</strong>
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				"It's our Shakespeare assignment...<em>Othello</em>..." she managed to whisper, tilting the book forward to better reveal the cover.&nbsp; Whisper was all she could do when his arm brushed against hers.&nbsp; The touch brought goose bumps to her arm and her nipples tightened immediately - a sight that was obvious through her snug sweater.&nbsp; She became flushed when her body responded so clearly.&nbsp; She did not move the arm he was touching, but used her other hand to tuck her hair behind one ear.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Stop being so silly, Christine!&nbsp; All he did was brush against your arm!&nbsp; Jeesh,</em> she tried to calm herself with her thoughts.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she regained some composure and looked up to him.&nbsp; She locked eyes with his and stated calmly, "I'm not sure about Desdemona's feelings...does she want Othello more because she's not supposed to have him?"<br><br><em>I wonder why he locked the door...</em> a hint of forbidden hope fluttered through her body.&nbsp; She had fantasized for weeks about being this close and alone with him, but she still wasn't sure what the hell she was doing there.&nbsp; <em>What if he notices my attraction?&nbsp; He'll think I'm silly... or much worse - he'll be angry.&nbsp; He'll tell me to get out!&nbsp; Oh God...what am I doing?</em>&nbsp; Her pretty blue eyes gazed to his for a few more seconds then she broke eye contact, pretending to admire the many different books around his office.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 17:33:18</strong>
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				"Shakespeare ... ok" he quickly responded as he moved even closer, behind her as if to get a better look at the book.&nbsp; Locking eyes with her, <em>those piercing beautiful baby blues</em>, he paused briefly, holding his touch longer than he should have.&nbsp; Any additional movement towards each other from either of them and the beginnings of his arousal would be too obvious to deny.&nbsp; Hesitantly, he took a step back as he lost Christine's gaze, removing his now apparent innapropriate contact.<br><br>Dr. Stellar was intellingent, and usually very quick on his feet, so as he mulled over her carefully crafted question, he had trouble hiding a growing smile as he prepared to answer.<br><br>"I often question what restrictions society places on us ... as to what we are supposed to or not supposed to have."&nbsp; Walking over to his bookshelf in an area she seemed to be looking, he continued.&nbsp; "In tribal Africa, for example ..." he paused to pull a book referencing the topic, "it is expected and admired for men to take many wives, yet for us it is frowned upon to enjoy a night of passion with anyone but your partner."<br><br>"So it seems, that the desires to engage in something forbidden is the engine that many times fuels the inner lusts ... " <br><br>Dr. Stellar realized he could pontificate for hours, but stopped himself, wanting to pry deeper into her real reasons for coming to see him.&nbsp; Here was a girl he had feelings for, they were alone, his wife was out of town, and he was aroused ... "Was there anything else you needed to see me about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 00:07:14</strong>
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				<em>Anything else I need to see you about?</em> The question raced through her mind.&nbsp; Right away she answered the question in her mind, <em>Yes.&nbsp; The answer is yes.</em>&nbsp; She now knew what she wanted from him.&nbsp; She wanted him to kiss her...to touch her...&nbsp; &nbsp;His innuendos of sex and forbidden affairs encouraged her to push the boundaries. She stood and followed him to the book shelf.<br><br>Once she was standing next to him she peaked at the book in his hand.&nbsp; "Oh...so you question the expectation of monogamy," she asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.&nbsp; "Hm... and what about other&nbsp; forbidden relationships..."&nbsp; She continued walking, brushing past him and allowing her breast to graze his arm ever-so-slightly.&nbsp; "Doctor/patient..." She turned to face him and leaned her bum against his desk.&nbsp; "Employer/employee..." She looked to his eyes.&nbsp; "Prof - professor and student?"<br><br>Her heart pounded in her chest.&nbsp; The increased blood flow caused her to blush and her lips to become a rosy red.&nbsp; <em>Have I gone to far?</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 00:27:02</strong>
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				It became clear to Dr. Stellar that he now had the opportunity to accept or deny the temptation in front of him.&nbsp; Eve had been tempted in the garden and fell, but Adam knew what he was doing when he ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.<br><br>He struggled within himself, knowing that there would be consequences to joining his flesh to this young student ... his wife, his family, his teaching career ... would it be worth putting all this at risk just for a few moments of pleasure.<br><br>Maybe he was reading too much into it, maybe she was just a flirt and hoping to kiss up for a better grade?&nbsp; After all, she had only brushed against him ... Was it possible that she just wanted to discuss a relationship with another teacher that he knew?<br><br>The problem was, his lust reminded him, was that this opportunity may not present itself again.&nbsp; If it was any other girl, he wouldn't have any trouble walking away, but Christine exemplified everything he ever wanted to experience with young woman.<br><br>He decided to bite the hook and test the waters as he slowly approached her.&nbsp; "If there were to ever be a professor and student relationship, there would have to be complete trust from both that it would never be told to anyone ..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 01:03:44</strong>
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				Trying to project self-confidence, she kept her eyes locked on his.&nbsp; She wondered if he knew how incredibly intimidated she was by him.&nbsp; Christine usually had no problem with confidence, but this was different.&nbsp; He was an authority figure, she admired him, and he was unbelievably attractive. <br><br>Watching him step closer, she wondered what to say.&nbsp; His approach was slow, but steady.&nbsp; She was almost sure he was going to touch her.&nbsp; How would he touch her?&nbsp; She didn't know.&nbsp; All she knew was that his touch was what she wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been with a couple of boys before, but had never experienced an orgasm with them.&nbsp; She had brought herself to peak many times on her own, having discovered the wonders of self-pleasure a few years ago.&nbsp; She was curious what an older, more experienced man could do.&nbsp; Especially Dr. Stellar.&nbsp; She wanted his forbidden hands on her body.<br><br><em>How do I respond?&nbsp; Do I continue to be coy?</em>&nbsp; She thought for a moment as he got closer.<br><br>"Yes...it would not be good for either of them."&nbsp; She paused for a moment before continuing, "If I were the student...the professor would have nothing to worry about.&nbsp; I can keep a secret."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:57:52</strong>
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				Dr. Stellar continued to stealthly approach Christine as she leaned against his desk.&nbsp; The previous fantasy and playfulness were now approaching the real thing, and he knew it.&nbsp; Her response made it clear that this was never intended to be a meeting to review homework.<br><br>Here was a very attractive young lady, arousing him, tempting him ... he was confident now that if he wanted her, though not sure how far she would go, he could take her, touch her, caress her smooth skin, enjoy the sensations of forbidden pleasure that he hadn't felt for years.<br><br>Reaching the point of no return, he paused, looking up and down her curvy figure, the look on her face so inviting ... surely a light touch, or a small kiss couldn't hurt ... no one said that they had to actually have intercourse.<br><br>Taking one more step, his leg advanced and she opened up to him.&nbsp; His arousal had heightened and his slacks were no longer able to hide the bulge showing between his legs.&nbsp; His desire to taste her could no longer be restrained as he inched towards her, turning his head slightly to align his lips with hers.<br><br>"Well then, Christine, this can be our little secret" he whispered out as he made contact with her carefully, ready to pull back if she showed any sign of withdrawal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 20:48:53</strong>
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				She tilted her head upward, allowing his lips to touch hers.&nbsp; Her breath was slow and shallow, barely able to breath.&nbsp; The world seemed to move in slow motion, as though she was in a dream.&nbsp; She could feel the closeness of his body, not quite touching hers.&nbsp; Only his lips made contact. She responded by slightly parting her lips, offering her open mouth to him.&nbsp; She rested one hand gently on his chest, leaning her body forward just a bit in a welcoming jester, and let out a quiet “Mm…” as the kiss began.<br><br><em>It's happening, it's really happening.&nbsp; Oh my God, I'm tingling... how far will this go?</em><br><br>Her fantasy was coming true, Dr. Stellar was kissing her.&nbsp; She longed for him to take control, to show her what a real man was like as she had grown bored with the silly boys her aged.&nbsp; His hands were not yet on her, but she ached for them to caress her skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 22:36:41</strong>
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				Dr. Stellar had been leaning back, his body prepared to instantly recoil at any sign of resistance from his inquiring student.&nbsp; Surely a small peck would never get him into any real trouble.&nbsp; But as his lips touched hers, the force of his attraction to her swelled up inside him, and as hers parted in invitation, he accepted and continued.&nbsp; The sensation of another woman was instantly gratifying, and as Christine touched his chest, a whole new world of emotions and passions began to take over.<br><br>Using his position over her and overpowering size he gradually moved forward, allowing their bodies to touch for the first time.&nbsp; He opened her mouth with his, touching, kissing, ever so lightly and gently, his tongue starting to explore into her, searching her out, tasting her sweetness.<br><br>As he kissed her, his large bare hands made their way to her sides, sliding up her sweater to feel her young flesh.&nbsp; His fingers rubbing her, making thier way behind her to pull her tighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 09:12:32</strong>
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				<em>Is this really happening,</em> she questioned as their bodies pressed to one another.&nbsp; This question raced through her mind several times, but began to slow when their lips finally touched.&nbsp; Soon, the question diminished into silence and she heard nothing but the intertwining of their breaths.<br><br>She stroked his tongue with hers as he explored her welcoming mouth.&nbsp; When his masculine hands caressed her skin and pulled her closer, she felt the pressure of her tightened nipples against his chest. This pressure caused her breasts to ache for touch, desiring to be massaged and kneaded.<br><br>Everything about him exuded confidence; his kiss, his caress, his body pressing boldly against hers.&nbsp; Christine found herself slipping freely into Dr. Stellar's embrace.&nbsp; Her tiny hands glided up his chest to the top of his shoulders, where she gently held onto him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 22:12:31</strong>
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				Lifting her small frame effortlessly and smoothly, he set her up on his desk, filling the gap between her legs with his own body.&nbsp; Her returned kisses and the stroking of her tongue caused him to deepen and prolong each surge forward with his his own mouth and lips, probing with the penetrating motions of intercourse.<br><br>The young girl tasted sweet, and the initial bite into her only stirred his already heated passions into a flame.&nbsp; Any thoughts of reason or regret were briefly forgotten as their breathing intensified.&nbsp; Pulling back, he focused his full attention into her eyes and began to remove her sweater.&nbsp; Like peeling the petals of a flower, he carefully slipped the garment over her head to view the seemingly untouched buds of her beauty.<br><br>His large hands skillfully began to caress her breasts, one in each hand, massaging them, rubbing them, enjoying the feel of them, and wanting her to know it.&nbsp; "You're very beautiful, Christine ... too beautiful for words."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 00:52:29</strong>
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				Christine seemed to float to the surface of his desk when he lifted her to its height.&nbsp; After he settled in between her legs, she allowed her right knee to lift and slowly stroke his outer, left thigh.&nbsp; Again, she squeaked quietly when his tongue began to further seduce her mouth.&nbsp; She had never been kissed so sensually.<br><br>She allowed him to do as he pleased: kissing her, removing her sweater, caressing her breasts.&nbsp; As he massaged them, she could feel her sex responding: swelling and moistening.&nbsp; She did not know what to say when he told her she was beautiful.&nbsp; She had never had a problem with self esteem, and did not doubt his statement.&nbsp; However, for some reason it meant more coming from him.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands on her bare skin, his probing tongue and his sincere, romantic compliment combined to give her a meshed feeling of vulnerability and safety.&nbsp; She was following his lead, questioning nothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 16:32:24</strong>
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				For the last 15 years or so Dr. Stellar had only been intimate with his wife, and he had to admit that their time together in bed had improved as the years went by.&nbsp; So he was dumbfounded as to why he had already poured out such complements normally reserved for her so easily to Christine ...<em> was it just all he knew?&nbsp; Was he actually contemplating pursuing another woman, making a major change in his life? </em>&nbsp; He initially believed that these questions had been subdued.<br><br>Almost unnoticably, as he intimately and sensually touched and kissed young Christine in his office, a place previously reserved only for use in improving his mind, he slowed his advances.&nbsp; She was responding beautifully, not resisting in any way and he began to realize that for now at least, it was on his shoulders to either stop or move forward.&nbsp; He had been flirted with across his desk with students in the past, but had never had circumstances unfold in such a way.<br><br>As he reflected more on these issues, almost out of habit, he guided Christine's hands to his shirt, assisting her with the first button and motioning for her to finish.&nbsp; He loved having a woman undress him, and as he had already removed her sweater, it was time for her to gain access to his masculine chest.&nbsp; His member had been steadily growing, and the more she made her self available to him, the sooner it would be pounding at the door to be released.&nbsp; Her actions with her knee caused him to push in closer, and with her legs spread, her delicate mound was almost too perfectly aligned should things continue to progress any further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 21:00:38</strong>
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				When he slowed his advances, nervousness crept into Christine's mind.&nbsp; Was he going to stop?&nbsp; She would me mortified if he were to stop.&nbsp; What if he stopped things and she was left alone, sitting topless on his desk.&nbsp; She imagined how embarrassing that would be, and contemplated stopping the interaction before he would have the chance.&nbsp; How could she ever look at him in class again if he were to turn her down at this point?&nbsp; But, she didn't want to stop.&nbsp; She wanted his masculine hands to caress her body.&nbsp; She wanted to experience him.<br><br>Intense relief settled over her body when he guided her hands to his shirt.&nbsp; It was the encouragement she needed to continue offering herself to him.&nbsp; She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her young, curious eyes taking in the sight of his chest as it was slowly revealed.&nbsp; She slid his shirt off his shoulders, then rubbed his chest with her soft, tiny hands.&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart was pounding and her sex was responding to the excitement with an increasing passion.&nbsp; She shifted her eyes from his chest to his eyes while her hands approached the hem of his pants.&nbsp; She tugged at the button and took the zipper between her thumb and index finger, beginning to pull it down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>06-11-2008, 16:45:57</strong>
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				Dr. Stellar didn't know if the gods were shining down on him, or the tempter of men's souls was testing his resolve to resist the beautiful, seductive girl who's hands were the key and they were about to open his most personal treasure.&nbsp; Or maybe, he decided, he had read way too much literature in his lifetime and should just let fate rule the moment.<br><br>As his hand began to move to stop her, in no rush to race ahead, he found himself drawing back, letting her gain deeper access to him.&nbsp; The energy she radiated had put him in a trance, her small hands on his chest and almost innocent, curious eyes too much for his inner man to take in.<br><br>With her hands busy, he reached out to caress her neck, his own hands together running up through her hair.&nbsp; He knew that she would be pleased with the package she found waiting for her and watched her closely as his pants slid to the floor and she began to unwrap the last remaining layer that kept his manhood from becoming the center of attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 19:17:25</strong>
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				Christina closed her eyes, enjoying the sensual touch of his hands on her neck.&nbsp; It was the encouragement she needed to continue the momentum of her actions.&nbsp; With one hand, she pulled forward the hem of his boxers and slowly, with a just a touch of hesitation, slid her other hand under the fabric.&nbsp; Her fingertips followed the warmth of his flesh and she lightly traced over his shaft before pressing her palm against him.&nbsp; Upon doing so, she let out a quiet gasp and her eyes popped open, fixing on his with bewildered surprise.&nbsp; She had discovered the difference between this man in front of her and the few boys she had experienced in the past. <br><br>She wondered what else would be different?&nbsp; She wanted to be with him, to learn from him.&nbsp; Keeping her palm pressed against his healthy, thick bulge, she moved her other hand to his chest as she leaned forward, opening her mouth and beckoning his lips to hers by whispering his name, "Dr. Stellar..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 23:04:15</strong>
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				As his oversized, strong, bare hands continued to work through the young girls full hair, his fingers individually stroking deeply into her scalp, Dr. Stellar actually found himself smelling her, trying to take in this beauty who was offering herself to him, as a sacrifice to his position over her.<br><br>His desire to keep her scent close caused him to slowly lean down to her neck, soaking in her flavor, tasting her innocent, untainted smoothened skin.&nbsp; His mouth and lips nibbling on her, his tongue out and exploring, probing into her firm flesh.<br><br>However, he almost unnoticeably slowed as he felt Christina delve down into his undergarments.&nbsp; His enlarged manhood was indeed bulging and as her hand slid down over it, the oversized member grew more, the sensuality and newness of the touch sending floods of pleasure and excitement into him.&nbsp; He hadn't had a woman hold him that way in ages, the intimacy allowed with children always nearby had ceased years ago.<br><br>A quiet moan, not intended to escape, was released as he craved her touch more ... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 23:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her skin tingled at his every touch.&nbsp; The more he put his hands on her, the more she wanted him to continue.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and tilted her head, offering more of her neck to his lips.&nbsp; She wrapped her tiny, soft fingers around his member, feeling its thickness.&nbsp; She released an excited, feminine moan, "Mmmm..."&nbsp; She could feel her own excitement had soaked through her panties, and she was aching for him to touch her there.<br><br>Using both hands, she pushed his boxers down his hips.&nbsp; Having full access to him now, she opened her eyes and looked to his manhood.&nbsp; With both hands she traced her fingertips up and down his shaft, her curious eyes simply gazing at what was before her.&nbsp; The few sexual encounters&nbsp; she had had in the past had been in the dark, under the covers: the type of encounters two shy, virginal teenagers experience.<br><br>This moment with Dr. Stellar was something far different.&nbsp; He wasn't shy and he was definitely not inexperienced.&nbsp; And his member...was far more impressive than what she had seen before.&nbsp; She wondered what all he could teach her.&nbsp; She wondered if he could make her feel the pleasures of orgasm that only she had been able to bring for herself in the past.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned her lips to his and began kissing him, with increasing passion - pushing her body closer to his while her hands continued stroking his forbidden manhood.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 20:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The motion of her hands stroking him aroused a new passion within him and Dr. Stellar moved in for the kill.&nbsp; his prey, this young temptress, was in his grasp, and he knew now that he was going to have to take her.<br><br>Her exposed neck invited him closer, his lips and tongue worked their way over the sensitive area, almost biting her, barely keeping his aggressions in check.&nbsp; His hands began to drift lower, feeling her moistness, his strong fingers pushing in over the panties.&nbsp; Probing, pushing, rubbing ... he wanted more than ever to hear his student moan, to call out his name, to beg him to fill her with his erected shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 21:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rotated her hips around his probing hand, encouraging him to continue with full force.&nbsp; "Dr. Stellar..." she moaned in his ear, her desires aching inside.&nbsp; Aching for him to take her...aching to feel him...aching to please him... Remaining propped up on the desk, she moved her hands to her hips and began pushing her panties down as she asked with a quiet whisper, "How do you want me, Dr. Stellar..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 21:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her offer was almost too much for him to take, his intensified passions had overwhelmed him and he was unable to process it.&nbsp; Instead, his welled up emotions responded to the removal of her panties by helping them off, leaning down to kiss her newly exposed mound.&nbsp; It was a sight to behold, smooth and soft, waiting for him.&nbsp; Licking her, tasting&nbsp; her, the throbbing reminder between his legs took control and he pushed it forward.&nbsp; <br><br>Bending his knees he spread the lips of her pussy, forcing his way in slowly and gently.&nbsp; Pulling her to him, he needed to feel her wrap around him, wanting to carry her, to feel her tightness squeeze over his length.&nbsp; Oohhhhh, he wanted her, and now he had her ... he would make sure that she would remember him forever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhiannon</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 15:41:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands trembled, resting on the back of his head as his tongue explored her sex.&nbsp; She gasped as he began to move forward with his member, the seriousness of the moment becoming quite clear.&nbsp; They were going to have each other.&nbsp; That which she had fantasized for so long was happening.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dr. Stellar..." she whispered as he made his way inside her, his thick member stretching her young, tight flesh.&nbsp; "Mmm...Dr. Stellar, yes..."&nbsp; She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and held on, ready to be taken...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Playtime with Professor (Mr. Bradly &amp; Rhiannon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrbradly</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 19:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The professor slowly began to work himself into the ripe flesh of his young student.&nbsp; The excitement of the moment poured over him like a waterfall, his whole body sensitized by the initial penetration.&nbsp; The sensitive tip of his head opened her up and he gently manuvered his stiff cock, pulling Christine, shifting her side to side, his hands both moving behind her, rubbing her ass as he supported her.&nbsp; Almost lifting her up with renewed strength, his mouth opened to lick and suck her firm breasts, wanting her all at once, but trying to show patience.<br><br>He wanted so badly to take his time, to really enjoy her, as a five course meal.&nbsp; Part of him wanted to just fuck her hard, but he knew she needed to be loved ... for him to make love to her as she had never been loved before.<br><br>Taking deep breaths to smell her scent, he continued to taste her, to kiss and lick her.&nbsp; His thick member carefully inched in as he began to let her find the best position for her ultimate pleasure.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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