Professor Davis had a hearty breakfast but kept staring atthe bowl of cut grass and oats. An occasional gaze to Lysaila as she sat across the room, her long fingers twisting curls of the hairs along that hot slit. She would toss a smile from time to time and make the Professor feel uneasy about what he spelled into his life.
Packing the day's work into his briefcase and walking to the door Lysaila met him. A hug and a wet kiss that would stick to both lips and mind all day.
"Come back to me my Master, I long for your touch tonight! Remember, any wish will be answered, all is now possible!" Lysaila said showing deep passions.
The walk across campus was longer than normal as Davis could not keep the wild sexual encounters out of every thought. A half dozen times he'd stop and sit on a park bench to think about Lysaila. "That body of her's drives me wild!" he thought to himself. "I want to lay with her for hours and run my fingers through her legs hair. To feel her slender muscled body, those tits, and that lusting slit, damn how I want to have sex with her!" Davis thought.
Walking again he neared the Language Building and turned to take his shortcut through the bridle path and it's gardens. Suddenly out from behind a tall green hedge stood Lysaila in all her beauty.
"You can't come here, what if someone would see!" he agrued with her presence.
Reaching her black and lightly fuzzed hand out to stroke his noble chin she replied, "They can not see me unless I wish it!" Pressing her hands onto Davis' shoulders she pushed him down to his knees. Now he was nose to slit with her satyric sex. "As your wish my Master, here is my lovely slit for your every pleasure."
As the scent from her pussy stroked Davis' nose his sense took wing and he plunged face forward. Into the crotch the Professor pressed his face, tongue licking wildly he pursed her slit for the demonic juices. Moaning, he began to enjoy this moment of passion. Minutes passed as he pleasured them both.
At last Lysaila backed away from his intentions and he stood on knees, tongue still reaching for her slit. "Enough my Master, you'll be late for class!"
Walking again his mind was ablaze with sexual ponderings. Lysaila, her sexy form, his bedroom made to barn and stalls filled with sex driven nannies. Then a fated wish to be riden by Ruth his good friend, only to become her mount. His return to the stable and becoming a stud for some tight sweet Morgan mare the sucked his balls dry. Now his passion troubled him the more with an encounter again.
Today was going to be a tough day, indeed!