Teacher Student Sex – Being a Real Naughty College Girl

Teacher Student Sex – Being a Real Naughty College Girl

I had a crush on one of my professors back in college when I was eighteen. Being a fan of forbidden student teacher sex, you can bet I did something about it! Let me tell you a little story of how I made my teacher student sex fantasies come true.

I stepped into my professor’s office, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Professor Davis was known for his intelligence, charisma, and rugged good looks. He was in his mid-forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. He greeted me with a warm smile, and I couldn’t help but blush, my thoughts salivating at the prospect of teacher student sex.

I had always been a good student, but lately, my grades had been slipping. Yes, I needed to talk to Professor Davis about my performance. I also knew I couldn’t deny the growing attraction I felt towards him. And believe me, I wasn’t the only one! Most girls in his classes had a huge crush on him, not to mention some of the guys, too.

Yes, fantasizing about teacher student sex was wrong, forbidden even, as he was my professor and I was his student.

But the chemistry between us was undeniable, and I found myself drawn to him in ways I couldn’t explain. As we sat down to discuss my grades, Professor Davis leaned in closer, his cologne filling my senses. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as he explained the areas I needed to improve on. But my mind was distracted, my eyes wandering over his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders.

Sensing my distraction, Professor Davis reached out and placed a hand on mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I looked up at him, our eyes locking, and the tension between us was palpable. Without thinking, I leaned in closer, my lips inches away from his.

In that moment, all reason and logic went out the window. Our mouths met in a fiery kiss, a collision of passion and desire. His lips were soft and demanding, and I eagerly responded, my hands gripping his shoulders.

We kissed hungrily, lost in the intensity of the moment, as the thought of teacher student sex made my panties get moist.

Professor Davis pushed me back onto his desk, his hands roaming over my body. My heart raced as he kissed and nibbled on my neck, his hands undoing the buttons of my blouse. I moaned softly, my body craving his touch.

With a sense of urgency, Professor Davis pulled off my blouse, revealing my lacy push-up bra. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the fabric. I arched my back, urging him on, my mind clouded with desire, my pussy hungry for some teacher student sex.

He quickly rid me of my bra, his mouth closing around my sensitive nipples. I gasped as he sucked and nipped at them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His hands trailed down my body, unbuttoning my jean shorts and sliding them off, leaving me in just my see through panties.

I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling in my haste to free him so we could really start fucking. Professor Davis groaned as I pulled down his pants, revealing his rock-hard erection. I licked my lips in anticipation, eager to taste him and dying to indulge in my teacher student sex fantasy.

I dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. He groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding me as I pleasured him with my tongue. I savored his taste, the way he responded to my touch, and I felt a sense of power and submission all at once.

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