Lisbette was insatiable – and she liked to tease the professor with all her tricks. She came to learn what made him tick sexually over the course of many months, drinking tea tinctured with LSD or psilocybin and sharing opiated joints together. The times when she was with him were the times she felt most open. Exploratory. Together, they deepened and widened the swells of their sexual creativity and role-play. He turned her onto the drugs, the sex, and ultimately him, whether it was for better or worse.
Google Maps placed her enroute to her destination and put a very spritely Lisbette onto the BART train with nothing but erotic thoughts to occupy her mind the whole way there.
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The outside of his building wasn’t what she had expected. She had envisioned his tall, slim frame, with his sexy long dark hair, in a newer construction with sleeker design. Something trendy, like the apartments so many up and coming San Francisco neighborhoods were boasting these days. Metal against beams of wood spilling with plants and succulents was the vision Lisbette had in mind.
Instead, the map led her to a short two-story 70’s style mustard yellow bungalow with a stucco exterior. There were two rectangular windows on top, and two on the bottom. Their screens were torn just behind the metal security bars. The painted brown window frames had peeled with age. Lisbette studied the details of the place with interest before approaching the doorbell. There was zero hesitation. She pressed the doorbell twice before a very pleasantly surprised professor answered, wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Lisbette did not wait to be invited in. She twirled past his look of astonishment, pulling him by the towel deeper into the hallway. They kissed passionately. He had so many questions, but Lisbette’s lips were busy gliding over his mouth. There were no words. Only touch. Their hands roamed over one another’s body like an ocean tide, pulling and pushing. Her shoes came off and her toes bit into the carpet, every nerve ending electric. His hands moved over her hips and beneath the thin floral fabric of her sundress as he breathed her in, pulling her up to her tippy toes. One barely there stroke against the skin of her creamy pale ass cheek followed by a hard slap. The sensation overwhelmed her. Lisbette, eager to feel more, hopped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. It opened up her body for his revisiting. The red marks were only just beginning.
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The Professor, with Lisbette stuck to his body, walked her into his bedroom.
“How did my baby girl find me?” he asked, happily entranced.
“Was easy,” she sighed back. “You make everything easy.”
Lisbette straddled her lover’s long legs and began to slowly rub her pussy, glossy with hair as red as the hair on her head, over the edge of the towel. This gave her intense pleasure, which she showed with closed eyes and a seductive half smile. His cock was rock hard beneath her, fully erect through the open towel. Her diastema, sexy and familiar, assured her desirability. A silent assassin, it killed him every time. Tease, tease… she knew what she was doing.
