College Girl Fantasy: My Secret Fuck With The Hot Professor

I Needed To Have Him

College girl fantasy always gets me so fuckin worked up. You know that kind of daydream that starts when you’re sittin in class pretending to take notes but really you’re just thinkin about how your professor’s cock looks. The way his sleeves roll up when he’s writing. Mmm, and that deep voice when he says my name, shit it makes my thighs tingle every time, its partly why I love roleplay phone sex. That’s the thing about a college girl fantasy…it starts totally innocent, but it quickly turns into my newest obsession.

He was the kinda hot that sneaks up on you. He’s in his 30s, and has that smart boy look that screams “fuck me however you want just do it.” All the girls were talking about how unbelievably hot he is, but I was the only one who had the balls to act on my college girl fantasy. You better believe you’d find me leaning over his desk pretending to be confused. I’d fain confusion just to watch his eyes stare at my tits before he caught himself. Haha, I literally built that tension for weeks.

I Just Couldn’t Take it Anymore.

So one night I went back to his room saying I “forgot” my notebook. Obviously, this was a total lie. He was sitting alone, at his desk grading papers lookin like every college girl fantasy. I leaned against the door making sure my tits popped up and out and said, “Hey, Professor, hope I’m not botherin you.” He looked up and holy shit my whole body went hot.

He came around the desk and stopped right in front of me. His voice got low when he said, “Emma, you know you shouldn’t be here this late.” I smiled and tried to look innocent but sexy. “Maybe I wanted to be.” Next thing I knew, he fucking kissed me like he’s starving for it! OMFG I couldn’t believe it! His hands slide under my skirt, finding just how wet my college girl fantasy had made me. I moaned when his fingers touched me, couldn’t even help it. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Every night,” I said. “Every single one.”

My College Girl Fantasy Came True

He shoved my panties to the side and pushed two fingers inside me. Deep. Slow. I moaned loud enough that if anyone walked by they’d know exactly what was goin on. My hands were in his hair, pullin him closer, whisperin how bad I needed it. He pulled his cock out, thick and throbbin, and when he pushed into me, I damn near screamed. That’s when my college girl fantasy turned real.

He fucked me against his desk, papers flyin everywhere. Each thrust made the desk creak, and I could barely breathe. “You like that, baby?” he growled. “You like bein fucked like my bad little student?”

“God yes,” I moaned, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.” His hips slammed against mine faster, harder, until I came all over him, shakin and cussin under my breath. He came right after me, groanin my name into my neck while we were both a sweaty mess. When it was over, I sat there on his desk, panties half off, still tremblin. He looked totally fucked out. I grinned and said, “Guess I’ll need some extra tutoring, huh?”

He laughed, said I was trouble, but didn’t stop me when I kissed him again. I’ve written about wild shit before, like in my old cheerleader confessions, but this one? This was dirtier, riskier, and way too hot to keep to myself. Now every guy who calls me wants his own college girl fantasy, and baby, I know exactly how to make that dream come true.

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