[F] Masturbating in class pt. 2

So I have a thing for masturbating in class. Check out my previous story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7a4cpw/f_masturbating_in_class/).

Especially if the class is boring, my mind inevitably wanders to sex which in turn, makes my pussy stir. Last semester, I took an archaeology class that fulfilled one of the general education requirements at my college. Given that I’m an accounting major, this class was beyond boring for me. Luckily it was an easy A if you just studied his PowerPoints. The class was a huge lecture class, nearly every seat was taken, and we were jammed like sardines.

Anyways, one day our professor was droning on about his research and what he does in the Caribbean during the summer. I honestly didn’t give a fuck. However, our professor was damn sexy as hell. He was tall and lean with slightly curly dark brown hair and delicious stubble. His voice was deep and he had a slight accent. So, I often fantasized about him doing naughty things to me during class to pass the time.

I sat towards the front of the class with a few friends of mine. This particular day, I was sitting in class with my legs crossed in black leggings, my eyes level with my professor’s bulge. His fucking bulge, visible through every pair of pants he wore. When his hands were in his pockets I wanted to believe he was slightly stroking his cock. He often talked with his big veiny hands and I wondered what they would feel like running over my body, roughly grabbing my ass, spanking me over his lap.

I felt like his voice was whispering in my ear when he lectured, getting deeper as my arousal increased. I started squeezing my legs together with my hand between my legs, covered by my thick wool sweater. God it was such a thrill, feeling my pussy throbbing and aching while my professor was right in front of me, oblivious to the fact. My eyes drift back to his bulge and I think about his cock. I wondered whether he was cut or uncut, how thick and big he was, whether his balls were low hangers, if his cock was veiny or smooth.

I licked my lips, fantasizing about his taste and smell, his sweet precum and salty cum. I wished he would just release his cock and start stroking in front of me, putting on a show but not letting me touch. I imagined us in the classroom alone, him bending me over the table, and punishing me for not paying attention. I start tapping my finger against my pussy, dragging along my lips, careful not to go too hard lest I let out a moan. He would bend me over the table in front of him, biting my earlobe as his hand cups my pussy. He’d tell me to shut the fuck up, his next class was about to start but he needed my ass raw.

My pussy is just completely soaked now and aching as I imagine him pulling my leggings down my thighs, not bothering to remove them fully. He spanks me hard, first for not paying attention, second for not doing my homework, third for talking in class, and finally for teasing myself right in front of him.

God I could just feel it, his big rough hands making my ass his, leaving me red and raw. He’d pull my cheeks apart and see my pussy running hot and slick, slide a finger inside and explore every inch.

Whenever he made eye contact with me, I got closer to coming and pressed down harder against my clit. My face was getting hot and I just wanted to take my leggings off, cup my pussy, and rub my clit furiously. I was so tempted to go to the bathroom and finger myself, I knew I wouldn’t last. I start grinding in my seat, slowly so it’s not too obvious. I rock harder in my seat, pressing my clit against the chair, my panties clinging to my pussy, drenched in my juices.

I stare at his face, imagining him eating me from behind, my ass grinding over his face, my pussy all over him. My eyes roll over his body and drift back down to his bulge, imagining him slamming my face against the whiteboard, unbuckling his belt and pounding me hard, stretching me, making me take his cock.

I start coming as I make eye contact again, biting my lip as my eyes lose focus, seeing him but not really seeing him. My heart was beating so fucking fast as he watched me. He couldn’t know what I was doing, there was no way, I was discrete as ever.

I run to the bathroom and finger myself hard, I just had to. The smell of my pussy surrounding me, the sounds of my fingers slamming in and out of me all I can hear. I prop one leg on the toilet, my juices drenching my whole fucking hand as I go faster and harder. I come again, harder this time, imagining my professor walking in and taking over, shoving his fingers deep inside me.

I get back to class and hand in my essay, hoping my professor can’t smell my pussy all over my hand.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7dcmro/f_masturbating_in_class_pt_2