Fucking My Professor: College Coed Is First In The Class

He Fucking My Professor was this college coed’s fantasy that finally came true.

 

“I assume I’m not being too presumptuous when I touch your body like this,” he asked. His fingers were stroking my quivering pussy through my pantyhose. And he asked me point blank to obtain my consent. It was more than implied in the way I’d parted my thighs to give him better access like an eager slut. Of course, I couldn’t help myself. My naughty college coed brain melted into a puddle of need and arousal. I had been dreaming about fucking my professor for months.

I whispered back: “no, sir.” Next, he leaned in as he took a handful of my hair and wrapped it once around his fist, pulling my upper body against his. In a low, dominant voice he whispered in my ear “good, because I intend to fuck you.” Then he kissed me. He made love to me with his mouth while his fingers stoked the flames of my arousal. Insistent lips coaxed mine open. At the same time, the pads of his fingers circled and danced over my clit. Meanwhile, my thighs opened further. My hips twitched with each clever movement. I was already fucking my professor in my mind.

He seduced me with his tongue, lips and his fingers. I wanted him desperately.

All I wanted was to experience fucking my professor. With each kiss, Dr. Kalber increased my arousal tenfold. Had he studied the mysteries of tantric sex in his travels? However, I didn’t ponder that in the moment. He was preparing me to take him and I was lost to the sensations. I knew his strategy was to lull me into a sex crazed stupor with his kisses and strokes over my center. Every single part of me wanted to be fucking my professor at that moment.  Every time he grazed my clit I moaned into his mouth.

Finally, he pulled away and instruct me to strip. His voice was commanding, erotic. I knew before this afternoon was through, I’d be fucking my professor. Fulfilling my fantasy, after months of imagining him inside me. I stood and he said, “face away from me.” Obediently, I gave him my backside. I began by reaching up and sliding my pantyhose down my legs. As I bent at the waist, my g-string and ass were exposed. I knew my pussy lips were puffy and wet from our foreplay.

Knowing that soon I’d be fucking my professor had made me impossibly wet.

I reached up and untied the halter, letting it drape down to my waist. I removed my bra, freeing my full breasts. God, my nipples were so hard. My entire body was eager to be fucking my professor. Once I was naked from the waist up, stockings removed, he said “come here.”

I swallowed, took a deep breath, and turned around. I felt exposed, but also powerful. He wanted me. Me, the smart and sexy little naughty college coed who had fantasized about him every night for months. He desired my body, enjoyed my mind. While I’d been lusting after him, he’d been fantasizing about me, too. I was about to be fucking my professor, and I couldn’t wait to make this fantasy a reality.

His eyes showed his approval. The sexy, thick bulge in his dark jeans displayed his arousal. God, this was going to be so good. He beckoned me forward, inviting me to stand between his thighs. Of course, in this position, he could both access my breasts and my pussy. And believe me, he made the most of that access.

Before I could even start fucking my professor, he started finger fucking me.

While making eye contact, Dr. Kalber pulled my panties to the side. He exposed my wet, smooth pussy and parted my lips with his fingers. As his thumb circled my clit, he dipped one – then two – fingers into my wet cunt. His eyes never left mine and my knees could barely hold me as he began to fuck me mercilessly with those digits. The last fingers stretched all the way to my asshole, just teasing over the rosebud. It took all my self control not to thrust and grind onto his hand.

I knew I’d be fucking my professor soon enough. His other hand squeezed a breast firmly and brought it to his mouth. With lips and tongue, he teased each peak with expert thoroughness. Within moments, I was whimpering. Still, his fingers slipped in and out of my drenched, throbbing pussy. As they entered, again and again, he massaged my g-spot. That persistent thumb kept swirling my clit. I felt the arousal heighten, my breathing became ragged. And I began to rock my hips, helplessly grinding my pussy against his hand. I felt a finger slip just inside my ass. Helpless, I put my arms around his shoulders as I lost control. Shuddering, shaking, moaning, I came.

While I’d expected to be the one fucking my professor, but he was the one fucking me.

He chucked a deep, masculine laugh. It was affectionate. I knew he enjoyed my loss of composure.

He slid his fingers out of my trembling, pulsing pussy and swiped them across his tongue. Next, he fed them to me so I could taste my pussy juices. “You’re delicious,” he told me. Finally, he freed his cock. And god, it was beautiful. Thick and rigid. He instructed me to pleasure him with my mouth, which I did enthusiastically. I was an accomplished cock sucker, and thoroughly enjoying making out with his cock. A point of pride, I alternating with swirling kisses and taking him deep into my throat.

“Get up,” he instructed. First, Dr. Kalber had me turn around and straddle his lap. I was going to be fucking my professor in reverse, as he wanted to watch my pussy lips grip as he slid in and out. Next, he told me to reach down and impale myself on his shaft. My professor held my panties to the side and the hem of my dress up, allowing him a perfect view of me sinking down onto him. As I worked my pussy down his hard cock, he finally grabbed my hips and began to fuck me. As many times as AsI’d imagined fucking my professor, my imagination hadn’t been as good as the real thing!

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