In 2018, 19-year-old Emma had come to Paris on Erasmus. Sebastian, then 34 and one of the program supervisors, was supposed to ensure the students’ safety and well-being. Instead, he ended up fucking the tight little redhead multiple times in hotel rooms, behind bars, even once in a dark corner of a club. She was eager but inexperienced, still shy about blowjobs and nervous about anything too rough.

Sebastian enjoyed every second of corrupting her young body. Taking advantage of her inexperience and feelings to indulge some of his most obscene fantasies, Emma had experiences that a girl her age wouldn't normally have so soon. He particularly enjoyed the way her small but athletic body trembled when he came inside her, or the way her green eyes widened when he called her by degrading names.

The affair ended badly. One night, knowing it would be the last time, he’d fucked her raw and merciless. Emma, ​​initially surprised by the brutality, gradually surrendered to pleasure, discovering with delight the joys of submission. It was without a doubt the best sex of her life so far. When finished, Sebastian pulled out and told her it had to stop. Emma’s eyes filled with tears as she sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, cum leaking down her thigh.

"You’re... you’re dumping me? But why? I did everything you wanted.", she whispered in a broken voice.

Sebastian felt a sense of guilt, but he had already grown bored of her vanilla limits.

"I’m married, Emma. And you’re too... innocent for what I really want. You’re a sweet girl, but this isn’t working."

He tried to be gentle and tactful, but his words pierced Emma's heart. He would miss the thrill of a clandestine affair with the nineteen-year-old student who had been in his care, but he needed more.

Emma cried all the tears in her body that night and for many weeks afterward.

~oOo~

Eight years later, the Erasmus group reunion took place in Paris. Everyone was older (hornier) and full of nostalgia.

The group met in a noisy little restaurant in Le Marais. Emma arrived late, wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugged her body perfectly; her red hair fell just below her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled. She looked fucking incredible. Sebastian, now 42, with a thick dad-bod, longer brown hair with reddish touches in his beard, sat next to his wife Léa, chubby, soft, with long brown hair down to her buttocks and amazing breasts. In fact, she was gorgeous.

Nathan, Emma’s fiancé, was highly sociable and completely in his element, already chatting with people he didn’t even know.

"Emma! Holy shit, you got even hotter!" Julien called out.

She smiled politely, but her gaze kept drifting to Sebastian. It seemed he was avoiding her eyes. That pissed her off even more.

The evening turned loud and chaotic. People stood around with drinks, laughing. Nathan kept moving from group to group, somewhat neglecting his fiancée. When Sebastian headed toward the toilets, Emma glanced at Nathan and followed.

As soon as Sebastian entered the bathroom, Emma slipped behind him and locked the door. He stared at her, stunned.

"Remember me, Sebastian?"

"Emma... what the fuck are you doing?" As he spoke, Emma could tell his throat was dry.

"So, you remember." She smirked. "I was nineteen. You were thirty-four. You fucked me like a cheap whore a few times, then dumped me because I was "too prude," but in fact you dumped me because I didn’t want to choke on your cock. I cried for weeks, you selfish prick."

Sebastian swallowed hard. "I was an asshole. And married."

"And you still are." She stepped closer, pressing her body against his. "And I’m engaged now. But I’m not that shy little girl anymore."

Her hand slid down and grabbed his bulge through his pants. He was already rock-hard.

"You want to see how much I’ve changed, Mr. Supervisor, 'in charge of the safety and well-being of his students'?"

Sebastian’s hand instinctively gripped her slim waist. He knew Léa and Nathan were right outside. The risk made his cock throb even harder.

Emma dropped to her knees on the dirty toilet floor, unzipped him roughly, and pulled out his thick and veiny cock.

"Look at me," she ordered, eyes locked on his. "Watch this."

She stroked it once, opened wide, then swallowed him to the balls in one greedy motion. She showed no hesitation, only anger and hunger. Wet, sloppy, obscene sounds filled the stall as she bobbed her head fast and deep, gagging herself deliberately on his cock. Thick strings of saliva ran down her chin onto her dress.

"Fuck... Emma..." Sebastian groaned, while one hand was now fisting her red hair.

She pulled away with an obscene wet sound, making sure a glistening thread connected her lips to his cock. "Do you like that? Does your wife suck you off like this? Or does she always stick to the boring, vanilla stuff?"

Before he could answer, she took him back into her mouth, sliding his cock deep down her throat until her nose pressed against his pubic area. She placed her hands on his legs and slowly slid them up to his buttocks. There, she gripped them, giving herself the leverage needed to push a little deeper, to Sebastian's great surprise, as he couldn't suppress a groan.

Sebastian’s legs shook. "Shit... I’m gonna cum..."

Emma broke free in one swift motion and, after catching her breath, smiled lewdly:

"Cum down my throat like you wanted to back then, you old bastard. Fill my mouth while your wife is standing ten meters away."

She plunged back down, sucking vigorously, her voracious, agile tongue working along his cock. Losing all composure, Sebastian gripped his former student’s head and climaxed violently, shooting his copious semen straight down her throat. Aroused by this animal attitude, Emma moaned around his throbbing shaft, catching everything and draining him to the very last drop.

She continued to suck gently even after he had finished emptying himself, maintaining a languid air as she cleaned him with her tongue, then finally let his softened cock slide from her lips, planting a wet kiss on the tip.

Without a word, she stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth, and left the restroom.

She went straight back to Nathan and Léa, who were chatting happily.

"Ah, Em, I thought I’d lost you! You having a good evening?" asked Nathan.

Emma’s only response was a quick nod, accompanied by her usual innocent smile.

A few minutes later, Sebastian appeared, his face flushed and looking a bit disoriented. He saw his wife laughing with Nathan, while Emma stood right beside them, looking relaxed.

He tried not to appear too uncomfortable.

"Hey... looks like you found good company, Léa."

Léa turned to him to kiss him. Emma, half-hidden behind Nathan, opened her mouth just enough for Sebastian to see the thick string of his own cum still sitting on her tongue. She let a drop slowly roll over her lower lip, then caught it with her finger, brought it to her mouth, and swallowed ostentatiously, staring straight into his eyes the whole time.

"Seb, are you alright?" Léa asked, noticing his pale face.

"Yeah... just thinking about work," he muttered.

Emma smiled sweetly at him.

"Don’t worry. I’ve got one just like that at home. Men are all the same."

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