Posted by Master on 06-28-2006 at00:59:
The ProfessorI'm Anny..
My English professor is a very cute guy. He's quite the pretty boy, and half the girl students and female teachers have crushes on him. One day, I stayed after class to ask him a question concerning the test he scheduled for the next day.
"Hello, Anny. Got a question?" He turned to me and smiled again.
"Oh, yes, professor, umm.. chapter three... right here..." I flipped my textbook open to the page I held my finger in, and took a few steps closer to him so he could see where i was pointing to. I looked down to remember what I was wearing today, and I was relieved to see my pink tanktop, so i wriggled a bit to allow the shirt to settle downwards. My cleavage showed, and I edged closer to the professor so he could see.
"Okay, Anny, concerning this part-" his eyes moved for a second and settled on my chest, but then he quickly caught himself and met my eyes. "This is the portion that requires a lot of understanding, you have to study the-"I got annoyed at my failure to keep his attention distracted, so I put my hand in my tank top and pretend to adjust my bra, making sure he saw my bra and more cleavage. To stop him from continuing on the textbook, I looked up and fluttered my eyelashes, and smiled shyly, running my hands over my hips. He paused and looked slightly shocked, but I didn't give him a chance to turn me down. I took a deep breath, ignored the butterflies going crazy in my stomach, and i wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against him, hoping that he wouldnt push me away. I was so embarassed, but I know what I wanted, and this was it. He almost dropped his textbook, because it was squished between us, then he put it aside and kissed me on my forehead.
I slid my hands under his shirt and touched his chest, and he grinned and slid his hands under my shirt too. I froze as he traced my bra and slipped his finger under it to touch my nipples, biting down on my lip from excitement. I didn't want anyone to come in and ruin his moment, so I pulled my shirt up over my head, and slid off my jeans, praying for him to want me. His eyes rested on my chest, and then moved downwards, but i covered his eyes with my hand and he laughed. I leaned forward slowly, and kissed him lightly, then harder, and he licked my lower lip, grabbed my breast, rubbing and teasing. I knew I was getting wet, because of the feeling I was getting in my stomach, and i moaned out loud, knowing it would turn him on too. He pushed my bra up and bent down, sucking my nipple, and I squirmed, wanting more.
"Oh, professor..ohh, mmmm..."
"You like that?" He grinned, flicking my nipples, and his other hand moved down into my underwear, sinking into my pussy lips, and i shivered. "Ohh, Anny, you're dripping! Dirty girl.."His finger rubbed against my clit and I moaned again, whimpering. His mouth rested on my nipple again, and his fingers were so good in between my legs, I felt my pussy getting so swollen and hot..
"Tell me what you want, tell me what to do, or I'll stop.." He lifed his mouth and his fingers paused.
"Ohh, I want you to.. to touch, me.." I blurted out, not wanting him to stop.
"How? Like this?" He ran a fingertip along my clit, and stopped.
"No.. no.." Dont stop. Please. I want it.
"No what? Not like that? Then like this?" He drew circles around my hole and licked my nipple.
"No.. No!" Not just that. More. More.
"No?" He raised an eyebrow. "You bad girl. Then you get THIS." His finger jammed hard into me, and my back arched.
"Ohhh! Professor..!" I moaned against his ear, grinding my pussy against his hand.
"Yah? Like this? This? Tell me, you wet, wet girl, tell me!" He said, stroking me with every word.
"Yess, yess, like this.." I was going crazy, moaning and gasping for air.
"Yah I knew it, you nasty girl, this is how you like it. You like it when I do this to you, you like it when i ram hard into you. You spread you legs so wide for me because I fuck you good, and you love it!" He shoved another finger into my pussy and moved them faster, his teeth biting my nipples, and sucking on them hard.
"Ohh, god, oh....ohhh!" I hung onto him and moved myself againt his hand, lost in his word.
"I can't believe how young sluts come, Anny. You're not thinking about school, are you? Not thinking about homework or books... You're thinking about your soaked, aching pussy. Is this what you want when ever you're in my classes? This? Huh? Talk to me, Anny, tell me, is that what your mind is always thinking about when you sit there looking all innocent? Is your underwear always wet when you sit in class? Are your legs begging to be opened? You want to be fucked like this? Tell me, you slut!" His thumb rubbed my clit while he fucked me, and I couldn't hold it in anymore...
"Ohh, PROFESSOR, OH GODDDDD.....OHHHHH!!!" I threw my head back and came, hard, throbbing against him, my pussy clamping donw on his still moving fingers, and his eyes darkened, and he kissed me, hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth, and forcing his toungue into mine, demanding everything I could give him. My contractions faded, and I panted for breath, my eyes closed.
"Anny, wait, look at me." I opened my eyes, and slightly confused, I looked at him. Next thing I knew, something big was shoved into me, and my pussy stretched and my breath caught, and he was banging me against the desk, making loud clangs as the desk moved against the floor. God, I didn't even hear him unzip his pants!
"Yah! This is what you wanted? You wanted to spread your legs like this, have your wet cum dripping down your ass, and fucked hard like a whore? Look at your swollen clit, look at it, fuck!" He rammed against me so hard I felt my body contract with every move, he was in so deep, and it shoved so hard.. God, it was so good! God...