Sitting in this leather chair in a darkened room, it was just her and me. I could feel that my mini skirt had ridden up baring my thighs to the smooth...leather. My pussy was juicing up, and all the time I could feel her, her breath, her hair, her perfume and her warmth as she moved around me.“It’s B,” I announced, proud as a pre-schooler with a correct answer. She stepped away, and I could hear the click of her heels on the tile floor as she approached her desk. “I’m sorry It's hot in here,” she. But she just kept poking her ass out so my cock would get sensation from the friction. That's as far as it got that night, I couldn't believe that happened. But from then on, for the next three years, it sleep over after sleep over, tease after tease. It was torture seeing her in all her sexy outfits and sexy panties. She was 5'6 about 130lb, pale skin, ice blue eyes, always dyed silver hair with the tips aquamarine blue, perfect smile, full c cup tits, perfect tiny nipples, nice tight ass, and. It was almost like an attempt at c***dbirth in reverse, her trying to force my head up her vagina.My hand was beginning to drip with her juices, her now sopping pussy gripping and pulsing around my fingers as my mouth worked frantically on her engorged and throbbing clit.By now the obscenities were flowing from her in a steady stream, “taste my cunt juices, eat me, make me cum you little shit”.Without warning she shuddered and clamped her legs tightly around my head as an orgasm shook through. What can I say? Where do I began. I’ve heard stories and seen many porno movies. It was nothing from what I’ve heard and seen. It was literally AMAZING. We met in a coffee shop and I explained to him what I liked and didn’t like during sex and I felt like a complete idiot. I mean seriously, the whole conversation was uncomfortable because it wasn’t just about cheating on my boyfriend, but apparently somehow "ordering" sex, like one orders steak at a restaurant. Well I have my sexual preferences.