Naughty College Coed Flashback: Fucking My Professor!

There have been times that I’ve gotten so hot on a call…

From sex in the library to fucking my professor, this MILF made the most of her time away at school. I’ve talked about my favorite professor before. But the story still makes me so wet and horny that every once in a while I want to tell it again. The best thing about writing these blogs is reliving my wildest moments. There’s nothing like thinking back to the risqué and risky things I did as a naughty college coed.

The best thing about my favorite professor was… Well, everything. Dr. Kalber was tall and broad. He felt like a cross between a mountain man and a cowboy. He had a deep, booming voice and a snarky wit that aroused me so easily it was embarrassing. My first semester with him was like a mind and body sexual revelation.

As a naughty college coed, I had not yet conquered one of my professors. So when I sat down in the front row in his class, I wasn’t thinking about fucking him. Of course, my sex drive was as high than it as it is now! However, that’s not why I took his class. You see, I have always been fascinated by religion and different cultures. Certainly, I had landed my sexy ass in the right seat at the right time. And that’s because Dr. Kalber is a fucking genius.

Throughout the semester I find myself becoming completely obsessed with him.

I would go back to my dorm room after class and slip my naughty college coed fingers down into my panties. Every night, I brought myself to orgasm with his name on my lips. I knew he was married, and at the time that was a bit of a reservation for me. You see, as a naughty, college coed I had limited experience with polyamory or open relationships. In my mind, Dr. Kalber was married, and so my one-sided love affair was doomed to be forever unrequited.

It had been an entire semester of me quietly pining away for this sexy brilliant professor, with his snarky, clever observations and cowboy boots. Of course, I was getting an “A” in his class. Not only because I liked the subject, but because he had such a commanding presence. I was so turned on through every class that I hung on his every word. I was at the point where just the sound of his voice made me instantly wet.

This naughty college coed creamed her panties in the front row of his class every week.

Not only that, but there were moans with pleasure as she finger fucked her self with him on her mind every night. He was the stuff of my erotic dreams.

In the last weeks of class I had requested a special appointment with Dr. Kalber to go over my major research paper. I was studying the death rituals of eastern religions and comparing and contrasting them to western traditions. Apparently this was something he had studied in extensively in his own PhD, so he had taken a real interest in my research. Even with our age gap, which had to be at least 25 years, we had so much in common.

It was the end of spring semester, into the last weeks of the year. The weather was warm with a cool breeze and everywhere students minds were on finals and freedom. As a naughty college coed, I had fucked and sucked my way through my favorite fraternity across the academic year, leaving both admirers and friendships in my way. I liked to take things casual and fun and my pleasure partners knew it. No hard feelings, but they couldn’t wait for the opportunity to get in my naughty college coed panties again.

However, I wasn’t thinking like a naughty college coed when I walked into his office that day. I was thinking like an academic researcher, and a student. Dr. Kalber as my mentor. I was in a mindset to learn from all his intellectual glory. What I wasn’t expecting that day was for him to let me know what he really thought of me!

I was wearing sexy summer dress when I walked into Dr. Kalber’s office.

It was a halter with a little cardigan over it and some sheer leggings for a nod toward modesty. As much as I wanted to fuck him with every fiber of my being, I didn’t want to blow my grade (no pun intended) by being disrespectful. I had always dressed sexy but professional to his classes. I couldn’t completely eliminate the naughty college coed vibe from my wardrobe, but I made sure to pair sexy, low-cut blouses with tight, but modest pant. Or shorts skirt with a cute little sweater. And all the times I was just mere feet from him in the front row of his class, I had never caught him looking at my cleavage, or eyeing my legs.

In my mind, I just assumed that my naughty college coed dreams were not to be because he was as loyal and committed to his wife as he was to being an amazing scholar and a great professor. As much as it broke my heart, when he didn’t notice my sensual attributes, I had accepted that nothing was going to come of my obsession.

Finally, when I walked into his office, this naughty college coed learned that she was mistaken.

Dr. Kalber invited me to sit next to him on the couch in his private office. When he answered the door, he was in a sexy, black, collared button up shirt and dark blue jeans. A pair of black and gray cowboy boots completed the look. His salt and pepper hair was touseled and his beard was carefully groomed. God, he was so fucking hot. I had always had a thing for professors. Even as a younger student, I had always had crushes on my teachers. Who could blame me? I found intelligence and confidence sexy. Also, I knew even then that older men had the combination of patience and skill, expertise and passion to be the best lovers I would ever have.

As we discussed my research, I found myself squirming in my seat. As engrossed as I was in our intellectual exchange, my naughty college coed mind couldn’t stay focused. I was unable to shake the all-consuming desire I was feeling. Dr. Kalber was my every fantasy for the last four months of my life and my body was desperate. It may have been 20-something hormones! My wild imagination was coming back to haunt me. As I sat so close I could feel the heat from his body, my mind was replaying my nastiest fantasies. The fantasies that I had conjured about him making me submit to him, exploring my body, fucking me…

I couldn’t shut off the arousal now that I was sitting so close to him. It was too powerful.

To my great shock, Dr. Kalber change the subject away from my research. He took my notes and drafts out of my hands gently and placed them on the table in front of us. He grabbed both of my hands and turned me toward him. With a confident, teasing tone, he said “you seem distracted, Lilah.” I felt a full-body shiver, and I know he felt it too. It traveled up and down my spine down, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. My pussy instantly flooded and I squirmed in my seat.

That’s when Dr. Kalber told me that he had been watching me all semester: “it’s nice to see such brilliance in such a tempting form.” He was thrilled when I made this private appointment with him. Did I know that he wanted to see me alone, away from the scrutiny of others? His big warm hands slid up my trembling legs, below the hem of my dress. Next, he said that he was thrilled to finally get me alone, just where he wanted me. Instinctively, my thighs opened ever so slightly. Never one to miss a trick, Dr. Calvert quirked one sexy eyebrow. Then he slid one hand up between my legs, opening them wider. As his thick fingers began to stroke up and down over my damp, stocking-covered pussy. Maintaining eye contact, he said “I assume I’m not being too presumptuous when I touch your body like this.”

It wasn’t a question. He knew I was beyond ready for his hands on me.

My naughty, college coed brain melted into a puddle of need and arousal.

I whispered back: “no, sir.” Next, he leaned in as he took a handful of my loose 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.

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