Mr. Anderson gently placed his hand on my still trembling ass cheek and stroked it, careful not to touch the still sensitive red welts that stripped my ass. The rough skin of his palm barely made contact with the soft smooth skin of my bottom. He paused for a moment and then pressed his hand firmly into my flesh, squeezing it as he spread my cheeks apart so that he could get a better look at my wet gaping entrance. I pressed my ass back into his hand, affirming his actions.
He released his grip and I feared that I might have acted too soon. I dreaded the thought of him telling me to tidy myself and leave.
I waited for a moment, and was rewarded with the slightest touch between my drenched hole and my anus, which twitched in response. It was a finger, as I hadn’t heard a belt buckle or zip. He placed his left hand on the small of my back and slid it under my shirt and up my spine. When he reached the back of my neck he stopped and squeezed gently as if choking me from behind, before sliding his hand back the way it came.
Meanwhile his finger meandered along my slick sticky slit. I could guess now that it was his thumb, the one he’d been filing earlier. I wanted it in me, but he continued to tease me, sliding it up, down and around the length of my opening.
His left hand returned to stroke the hair away from my face.
“All you aright?” He repeated, now looking me in the eyes.
“Yes Sir” I replied. My burning blue eyes begged him more than any words could.
He tucked the hair behind my ear and then grasped my ponytail and pulled firmly enough for me to understand. I lifted my upper body off the couch, and with my hands on the edge of the couch supported my self with my arms.
He adjusted his grip and pulled my head back forcing me to arch my back. Then he slowly pressed his fat digit into my slippery folds. He pressed so slowly that his thumb felt as though it was the size of a coke bottle. As he pressed deeper and deeper my pussy clenched repeatedly squeezing his thumb tighter every time. When he could go no deeper he cupped the rest of my pussy with his hand and with his palm rubbed my exposed clit.
It wouldn’t take long now, I pressed myself back onto him wanting him to fuck me with his thumb, but instead he just held it inside me. Then as slowly as he had begun he started to slip his thumb back out and without warning jammed it back in to the hilt. It sent shockwaves down my legs and up my spine. My head would have flopped forward if Mr. Anderson wasn’t gripping my ponytail like a bitch in a bar fight.
He pressed down hard on the spot Dr. Grafenberg had found and began manhandling my pussy. He rocked his thumb vigorously in and out of my eager hole, rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly against the spongy ridge inside my vagina, while his fingers slid back and forth over my clit. I rocked my hips back and forth to meet his hand. I could feel the wonderfully uncomfortable pressure aching in my abdomen again.
“I’m Cumming!” I gasped, not sure why I had said it or to whom. I held my breath, my back tensed and my face flushed pink as my body began to quiver. I thrust my pussy back and was almost standing up straight with my legs slightly bent trying to get as much of Mr. Anderson into me as possible. Not knowing what to do with my now free hands I grabbed frantically at my heaving breasts in search of a nipple to pinch. Mr. Anderson refused to release the fistful of my hair in his left hand. If my eyes hadn’t been closed I would have been looking right at the antique ceiling fan.
My pussy contracted violently on Mr. Andersons thick thumb as he continued to rub my flooding insides. I could hear my pussy spluttering as it squeezed his manly poker. And then I came all over his hand; pussy juice streamed out of my gaping pink hole and ran down my legs stopping only briefly at my panties before continuing to the wooden floor.
Mr. Anderson finally released his grip on my hair and removed his thumb from my twitching slit. My milky ejaculate dribbled down my legs following the same path my pussy juice had taken. He stood behind me now, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself close against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants just above my still exposed ass. I suddenly became aware of my hands; the left was still grasping Mr. Anderson’s firm ass, the other had released and was still clasping my left breast, with a swollen red nipple between the index and middle fingers. As casually as possible I relocated my hands and wrapped them over Mr. Andersons. His thumb was still moist when I interlocked my fingers with his.
I rested my head back against his chest and looked out the window, it was starting to get dark. It felt like he held me like that for hours but it was probably just a minute or two. Mr. Anderson lifted his chin, which he had been resting on my head and I turned to face him. Again he gathered the hair away from my eyes, tucked it behind my ears and then held my face in his hands.
“Are you OK?” He asked, now smiling warmly.
“Yes Sir” I purred, now more comfortable with him than I’d ever been with anyone in my life.
“You’d better head back to your dorm,” He said before reaching down and sliding my damp panties back up to my hips. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and so he tugged it down and rearranged it while I adjusted my bra and did up the buttons that had some how come undone.
I tucked in my shirt and then let my hair down, and tossed it around trying to be as sexy as possible without being too obvious. I then gathered it into a neater ponytail than the one it was in when I arrived.
Mr. Anderson stood staring at me, and then as if waking himself from a daydream said, “I think it would be best, if you were to visit me on a regular basis from now on. Perhaps once a month, just to make sure that you don’t slip back into trouble again!”
I nodded.
“And call me… Mr. Anderson,” he added.
He took a step back and with a swing of his arm, motioned towards the door.
I adjusted my skirt once more, smiled at Mr. Anderson and opened the door, relieved that I wouldn’t have to think up another scheme to get myself sent here again.