Please Fuck Me Sir

Please Fuck Me, Sir – The New Professor

Everyone on campus is talking about the new college professor. They say he’s the hottest guy here, but I have yet to see him. “Did you see those gorgeous green eyes of his!? Ugh, he’s so dreamy with his thick, dark hair. He’s so tall! Did you know he likes to be called sir by the class? But I hear he enjoys it more when the girls say please fuck me, sir. What is his name again?” my mouth drowned on to my friend Jen, reciting everything I heard since I returned from our Thanksgiving break. “His name is Ben; he is about 6″ 3 or something and some foreign. He’s going to be our professor also.” Jen replied casually. My heart raced as I thought about him more. I ran to my room to pick out the best-class outfit to subtly get his attention.

Please Fuck Me, Sir – Meeting Him

Earlier, back in the dorm, I put together a blue mini-skirt with a white crop top. I wore my matching blue lace thong and bra underneath my clothes. As I walked through the door, Mr. Ben leaned against the desk. His suit looked expensive, and his hair was clean and full of pompadour. He smiled at me with his perfect teeth and green eyes. “Hello, welcome to my class,” he said, extending his hand to shake. My brain ran crazy with kinky, naughty thoughts. “Please fuck me, Sir!” is all that my brain wanted to scream. In fear that my blush-red face had said enough, I shook his hand, nodded, and ran to the front desk in the corner. My thong shifted as I took my seat; as my thong pressed its way inside, I realized how wet I had become.

Please Fuck Me, Sir – Get His Attention

Throughout the first 10 minutes of Mr. Bens’s lecture, all I could think about was his face between my legs, lapping up the mess he had caused. My thoughts progressively became worse as time went by. I thought about how his thick dick breeds so many times. I can feel my nipples hardening as my clit tingles. My legs continue to fidget and shift, and his gorgeous everything makes it so hard to concentrate. As the bell rang, I took my time to gather my things. “Miss Roxanne? Would u mind speaking with me before you leave?” My name sounded so sexy coming out of his mouth. I nodded and made my way to his desk. My brain began to chant as the last person left the room, please fuck me, sir. I made my way to his desk and stood in front.

Please Fuck Me, Sir – Make Me Your Slut

“Yes, Sir?” I asked as I stopped at his desk. Mr. Ben Looked up at me and smiled. “Yes! You have a fantastic GPA and good grades here, and I heard you participated in the class. Today, you seemed distracted. Can you tell me why that is?” His accent made me melt, and without thinking, my mouth blurted out, “I’m so sorry. I just kept thinking about how badly I want you to take me, and I can’t help it. You are so hot! Please Fuck Me, Sir!” My eyes widened as my hand covered my mouth. Mr. Ben chuckled as he walked to the door and shut it. “Is that so?” He asked slowly.

As he stepped closer to me, I could feel my panties dripping with my juices, and my knees grew weak as I nodded. Now, face to face, we stand. His fingertips trace my midriff, sending shivers to my nipples. “Do you want to be my good slut?” he whispered into my ear as he pulled me into him.

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