College Sex Stories: Drunk With My Teacher

College sex stories are a time-honored tradition.

I mean, I went to college to gain a lot of college sex stories. Studying was a plus, but there’s only one time that a girl has in her life to go wild and crazy and promiscuous without any judgment, right?

That’s what I decided when I walked into my Math 101 class; the professor was a nerdy guy but not too much older than me. He explained he was a grad student TA and would be teaching the whole course. Which, is great for me. Unexpectedly, he was thin but cute, and he had a habit of embarrassing me easily in class, which is exactly what drew me to him.

I didn’t think to add “fucking a teacher” to my college sex stories, but I did plan to seduce him. For example, I dressed to the nines with short skirts, long hair, and button-up blouses unbuttoned way too low. I met him constantly during his office hours. While there, I watched how red he got when I splayed my breasts over his desk, trying to ask about whatever formula he’d taught us that morning.

But he threw a wrench in my plan to gain more college sex stories. He straight up told me, when I had my hand over his, that until the semester was over, nothing could happen between us.

To be frank, I left that meeting reeling. In fact, all I thought about was how I planned to prove him wrong.

College sex stories at the bar are always a hit.

In my book of college sex stories, I planned for the bar to be its own chapter. The thing with my teacher might be a small short story. Instead, life decided they should overlap, and one night after sneaking in with my friends I saw my math teacher at the bar.

Bold, horny, and having pregamed a few drinks already, I ordered a long island ice tea and sat next to him. The bartender didn’t check my id, probably because I already sucked his cock a few hours ago before his shift started. But that’s a different chapter in my book of college sex stories, though.

My math teacher, however, was a little too wasted to realize who I was. Plus, he admitted he left his glasses at home in case they got smashed while he drank. So there was no risk of him knowing who I was.

Instead, he told me I looked like someone he knew, and I bought him a drink. Thrilled at the free alcohol, he put his hand on my thigh. I finished my drink and put my hand on his crotch, and leaned up to his ear.

“Wanna get out of here?” I purred.

Of course, he did. We each paid our tab. I gave a nod to the barkeep, knowing he wanted to hear about this college sex story later. However, my teacher and I didn’t make it past the parking lot. Instead, he pinned me to the hood of his car, his mouth hungrily pressing against mine.

My mouth opened to meet his. After all, I needed him in just the same way. And to give him a boost, I opened up my legs and wrapped them around him.

What happened next? Well, maybe I let him fuck me in public. I might have done doggy in his car. Or maybe I even gave him a big tits handjob! Why not call me and find out?

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