I shouldn’t be masturbating in my college English class. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I can’t help but fantasize about this ruggedly handsome man that stands in front of the class giving a lecture. The coat I wore to class lay on my lap, hiding my naughty pussy from the rest of my classmates.
I sit in the very back of the classroom against the wall. I generally prefer to sit in the back to avoid feeling like the person behind me isn’t watching my every move.
I know it’s my anxiety that makes me feel this way, but I can’t shake it when I come into class. I do the same when I go to the movies. Of course, depending on the movie, there tend to be raucous teenagers that like to set up posts in the back rows, so I avoid sitting near them at all costs. The fact that I’m masturbating in class is wild to me.
My fingers glide in slow, fluid circles around my clitoris, my wetness leaking down my inner thighs.
Should I finish here? Or should I wait?
The act itself is risky enough, so allowing myself to orgasm and potentially be caught would be downright humiliating.
I tune out the professor and focus solely on his dashing good looks.
He stands tall, wearing a light blue button-up dress shirt and black khakis. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his muscular arms.
Fuck. I wish I could rip his clothes off right now.
My eyes flick around the room to make sure that no one is watching me touch myself. To my relief, no one is. Except I notice that the professor has stopped speaking, and he is staring at me.
I can feel my heart drop into my belly, and I quickly remove my hand from underneath my coat and rest it on top of my lap, hoping no one else can see what he sees. Many of my classmates turn to look in my direction as I sit in my seat, dying inside.
The professor clears his throat, seeming to sense that the rest of the class was caught off guard by the sudden silence. “Bailey, I need you to pay attention in my class if you expect to pass your upcoming exam.”
“Sorry, sir,” I manage to get out.
“Stay after class. We need to have a conversation.”
A guy sitting next to me makes noises that make him sound like a five-year-old. “Ooo, someone’s in trouble.”
I sink into my seat, grateful that Professor Hayes didn’t call me out in front of everyone.
Thirty more minutes go by, and I stay glued to my chair as the rest of the class exits the room. Professor Hayes leans against his desk with his arms crossed, peering up at me with a disappointed look on his face.
“Can you come here, Bailey?” He motions with two fingers.
My mind immediately flashes to an image of him inserting those two fingers inside me.
Stop it. You’re already in trouble.
Hesitantly, I get up from my seat and make my way down the steps to where he stands. He clenches his jaw as I approach.
Ugh. Why is he so goddamn fine?
Professor Hayes uncrosses his arms and turns away. “I shouldn’t have to tell you what you were doing was inappropriate.”
I nod my head even though he isn’t facing me. “I know, and I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking!”
He sighs and turns to face me. “I may need to speak with someone about your behavior. We can’t have students doing stuff like that on campus.”
“What? No! Please don’t!” I clasp my hands together, hoping to be able to plead my case. “I’ll do anything! I need this class to get my degree.”
Professor Hayes gives me a once-over with his eyes. His composed manner leaves me in a state of anxiety about what is to come.
I knew it was too risky to touch myself. Stupid. Stupid.
I look towards the classroom door to make sure that it is closed. It is, so I decide to take drastic measures to convince him.
Instinctively, my hands grab at the bottom of my shirt, and I pull it over my head and drop it to the floor. Professor Hayes takes a step back as I approach him.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you,” I run a finger along his chiseled jawline, “I said I’d do anything.”
He pushes my hand away, but I can tell he wants me. His shallow breathing and trembling body do not lie.
I cross the line when I place a hand on top of his cock, which presses tightly against his pants, and I begin rubbing it slowly.
He jerks back a little but doesn’t stop me. He just stares at me while I rub his cock.
I can’t help but grin a little knowing that I have him in the palm of my hand, literally. He won’t be able to refuse me after this.
I get on my knees and begin unbuckling his belt.
“Wait,” he says panting as he attempts to push me away, “We can’t do this.”
I look up at him with big, wide eyes. “I’m so horny; let me taste you.”
He groans upon hearing this, making no attempt to stop me as I unzip his pants and spring free his aching erection.
“Oh my God. It’s so big.”
It’s not a lie I say to make him feel good about himself; it’s true. As I gaze at his long shaft, I find myself dripping again between my legs. How could I be so lucky? Not only is he sexy as hell, he also has a massive cock.
I kiss it slowly. It twitches against my lips as I move my way up to the tip before burying his cock deep in my throat.
“Oh, fuck!” Professor Hayes watches me intently as I begin to bob my head up and down, filling my throat and reaching the base. He grabs a fist full of my hair and aggressively fucks my mouth. I feel myself wanting to gag, so I pull back and gasp for air. I reach down and rub my pussy, sinking two fingers up inside myself.
“You like sucking my cock, you dirty slut?”
His choice of words catches me off guard, but I find myself turned on being called such a name.
“Yes, I love it so much.” I spit saliva onto his cock and rub the head, twisting my hand in a circular motion.
I take him back into my mouth, allowing him to fuck my face again.
“You’re such a bad girl,” Professor Hayes murmured, filling my throat. “I wish I had known sooner, or I would have already taken this sweet, little mouth of yours already.”
I moan with my lips still wrapped around his cock and rub my pussy in response, my desire for him ever-growing.
The fabric of my thin bra rubs against my nipples, and all I want is to free them and put them in his mouth.
I unhook my bra and release my voluptuous breasts.
Without hesitation, Professor Hayes puts his mouth on my breast and pinches my other nipple while I shudder at his touch.
Picking me up off my knees, he grabs me underneath my hips and lifts me onto his desk, pushing papers to the side. He spreads my legs, exposing my shaven pussy, and kisses my inner thighs as he works his way up. I love the way he looks at me. It’s the look of hunger written on his face that makes my pussy drip. I shudder and wait with bated breath as his lips brush near my clit.
He wastes no time as he spreads apart my folds and sinks his tongue between them and then I’m in a blissful abyss. His tongue rapidly flicks against my clit, a moan escaping him as he looks up at me.
I realize that at any moment someone could walk in, but I don’t care. I’m glued to the desk and there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop myself from coming all over his face, even if we are caught.
But we can’t get caught. Not if we want to avoid disciplinary action against us. This could ruin things for both of us. He would ultimately lose his job, and I would be expelled from campus, subsequently losing my chance at receiving my degree. It’s too risky, but that’s what makes it so damn hot.
He inserts two fingers inside of me as he continues working his tongue on my clit, my face and body become flush with a shade of red. A cold sweat overtakes me, and I shudder as the AC running in the classroom hits my skin, sending goosebumps down my body. His fingers spear my pussy aggressively, but not enough to where it hurts. He seems to know exactly how hard and how fast I need it.
My eyes meet his and I can’t help at how damn sexy he looks eating my pussy. Still, my paranoia of being caught rears its ugly head, and I can’t help but look towards the door and then up at the clock. No one should be coming in to see him since my class was his last, but the likelihood of someone needing help with an assignment is still high.
*I want this. I want him.*
“Take me, Professor,” I moan.
He groans against my pussy and obliges my request as he stands, placing himself between my legs. My pussy gleams from my desire. I can hardly stand it as he palms my pussy, rubbing my juices up and down, preparing me for his cock. It waits at my entrance, twitching with excitement. Our eyes cross paths again, and he presses the head inside me, just enough to where I’m grateful that he’s there but still shallow enough to where I’m losing my mind because I need him deeper. As if reading my mind, he thrusts himself deeper and harder this time, spanking my inner thigh.
“Such a little slut. You’ve been hungry for this cock a long time, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes…sir?”
Professor Hayes nods his head in approval. “Good girl.” He drives his cock to the hilt, filling my belly. Is this what heaven feels like?
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