1. Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress


    Date: 4/8/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: blogger007, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com

    over to her. Her name-plaque stated Sarah Waters and I could see that she was very pretty herself. She had a slender body dressed in a sleek, sky-blue suit; her black hair, tied into a neat bun, provided a strong contrast to the suit's colour. Ms. Waters could've passed for a supermodel: she had an oval face on which not a single strand of her black hair fell to hide her cobalt eyes. Her cheeks were full, with a dab of pink powder on each. A subtle shade of dark blue eyeliner brought out the almond eyes, and she had on luscious pink lipstick which made her lips glitter, lips I would very much loved to have tasted. Ms. Waters' skin was a fair cream colour, a perfect compliment to her light-blue suit. As I stood in front of the counter I noted that the white blouse under Ms. Waters' suit had its top button undone, revealing the luscious valley of her cleavage. "May I help you?" she asked, scaring the hell out of me. "Errr...." We looked at each other and I noticed that she was smiling: it was obvious she knew what I'd been up to. However, Ms. Waters' face relaxed into a professional demeanor as she adjusted her square-framed glasses. "Yes," I swallowed. "I-I would like to make a counseling appointment with Ms. Maynard. When's the earliest I can do it?" "Oh she's quite free right now," replied Ms. Waters in a soft, low voice, "so you can just go right in." She pointed towards a door and then resumed typing. Well that was a surprise; I thought it'd be at least some days from ...
    now. With a cordial "thanks" I walked right in. Ms. Maynard's office was larger than I had expected. It was full of paintings, two bookshelves on either side of the room, degrees and certificates hanging in frames from the hardwood walls, and cupboards with more texts on them. There was a large green leather couch in the left corner, and behind Ms. Maynard's desk at the back of the room were a pair of huge, curtained windows. What caught my attention was Ms. Maynard herself. She sat smiling, looking at me over her thin black glasses. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a prim ponytail and as usual not a single strand of hair fell on her face. By the looks of it, she had been busy reading over some papers till I had entered. Her slim body was dressed in a black suit and from under the desk I could see her bare legs slanting diagonally in a very feminine way. Her feet were encased in a pair of black pumps. It's obvious, I mused, that black is this vixen's colour. "Welcome Enyo," she said, standing up and walking around her desk. She remembers my name! I told myself, which in a silly, self-important way made me feel good. I noticed that once again Ms. Maynard was wearing a very short skirt. "So what brings you here today?" she asked. I wanted to say that it was her, that when she stroked my cock some days ago I couldn't stop thinking about her—but I shied from anything so brave. "I don't really know," I answered in a low, almost apologetic voice. "I thought I'd have to wait a few ...
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