My College Sex Fantasies – I Know You’d Love Them

Cuffing Season

I always had tons of college sex fantasies. Mainly, seducing a professor. I finally got the chance during fall quarter of my second year of undergrad. Calvin Peters. A finance big shot from Texas. He’d been hired as a professor for my Intro to Finance class. There was a collective gasp when he first walked in the classroom. Easily over 6’2, former baseball player, facial scruff, and piercing blue eyes. The moment I saw him, I knew I wanted to fuck him. And I knew I wasn’t the only student having college sex fantasies about him.

After that first lecture, I’d head to class with my pussy humming. My tops and bottoms got tighter, shorter, lower. I sat close to the front, so he had the best view of me – swishing my hair from side to side, running the top of my pen along my glossy lips. I wanted to distract him. Take all his attention. Push him back onto his desk and fuck him right there in front of the entire class. My soaking, swollen pussy needed his big, hard cock thrusting in and out of me until I couldn’t cum anymore.

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When midterms came, I knew I had the perfect excuse to get him alone. After my graded exam was returned to me, I emailed him:

“Dear Professor Peters, I’ve been going over where I lost points and think it’d be helpful for my education to go over them with you. Can we schedule a meeting time?”

Within an hour, we had a one-on-one appointment scheduled for the next day. I wore a fitted black V-neck top so when I leaned over, he’d see just enough tit to drive him crazy, with a faux suede miniskirt, and black-platform Mary Jane heels. As soon as we looked at each other, we knew we were there to fuck. I closed his office door and sat down. Crossed my long, tan, lotion-covered legs and pulled down my top for maximum titty exposure.

“I have to admit, Professor Peters, I’m not really here to talk about my midterm.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes… I uh… oh gosh, it’s so embarrassing. See, I’ve had the biggest crush on you all quarter. Every time I’ve masturbated in the last month, it’s been about you. In fact, there’ve been times in class when I’ve wanted to slip my hand down my jeans. I get so fucking wet during your lectures.”

“I’ve also thought about you – how much better you’d look sitting at that desk topless. But I stop otherwise I’ll getting the hardest boner in front of the whole class.”

My Pussy Was Oozing.

I climbed up on his desk, leaned forward, kissed him, and bit his bottom lip.

“We really can’t do this! You’re my student! I could get fired!”

I leaned back on my heels, took my top and bra off and pulled my miniskirt up so he could see my panties. His dick was ready to explode out of his pants. He picked me up, sat me on his dick, and ripped my panties off. He played with my tits while we made out. I got down on my knees and pulled his pants off. His dick was so fucking big and gorgeous. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my mouth… pushing up against the back of my throat.

He bent me over his desk, choked me and spanked my ass for being such a naughty girl. Then slid his big, fat cock up my ass. I started playing with myself, sliding my fingers up my pussy so I could feel his mushroom head slamming into my asshole. After his desk, we fucked on his office chair, his office carpet, against his office door. By the time I left, there wasn’t a place in his office we hadn’t cum on. We kept fucking through the end of the quarter. My college sex fantasies turned out to be some of the best dick I’ve ever had.

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