My Unforgettable MILF University Teacher [FM]

Hey everyone, my name is Chris, I’m 24 years old, half French and I’m going to tell you about an adventure I had with one of my university professors.

I was a student in my first year of a finance/economics degree in Paris. I was 18 years old at the time, lived alone in a big flat, attended classes with my friends, went out regularly. In short, I was a fairly average French student. Physically I’m relatively muscular, and had always had success but nothing too extravagant. I had only been in one (long) relationship at that time.

First year in France is always very tough. It’s a very elitist system and I wasn’t really motivated to go to classes, which I found relatively boring. Among them, there was Philosophy, and for having already done it, it was far from being my favorite subject. So I went to the first class of philosophy and was one of the first to arrive in front of the room. I didn’t know anyone, I sat down and waited calmly for the teacher to arrive. The teacher arrived right on time, and I discovered a very charming woman. To fight against the boredom, I decided to be involved in class, actively participating and getting to know my fellow classmates.

As the classes went on, I felt really comfortable, making some ‘philosophy’ jokes and enjoyed my hours spent in that classroom. Overtime, I had built a nice relationship with my philosophy teacher, she started giving me nicknames, laughing at my jokes and even sometimes teasing me. And I was not indifferent to that. I started to find her really charming and looked at her in a different way. She was about 35 years old and slightly shorter than me; she had a beautiful body that she liked to show off in sober and elegant dresses. She also had a stunning face, with dark brown hair and lovely brown eyes. Her smile was what really made her special – she never stopped smiling and what a smile she had. I noticed myself staring at her periodically. She must have noticed overtime, and towards the end of the first semester, as soon as I entered the room, she was smiling. I was having more and more trouble concentrating on the class, and was constantly looking at her. Despite her dresses still covering her chest, I could make out her shape – although her breasts were not very voluptuous. On the other hand, her ass was beautiful – it molded her dress to perfection. I had always had a MILF fantasy and she was starting to make it very – perhaps too – vivid. Something about spending an intimate and sensual moment with an older more experienced woman was a huge turn on for me.

I started to masturbate thinking about her in my bed at night. Was she doing the same? Of course not, I was just another student who had horny ideas, probably hormones talking, and yet I imagined myself alone with her, naked, smiling at me and then kissing me sensually before sticking her body to mine. I could smell her perfume, the one she wore everyday in class. But at the end of the day, they were just dreams, visions, desires…and I was almost ashamed to imagine such things with my professor, who was married. I had noticed her wedding ring. And yet, my instinct was telling me there was something between the two of us, a sort of game in the shape of seduction, or provocation. This went on for a while, this little game between us and I could not think of anything else, but I never dared to go and find an excuse to talk to her outside of class, or even send an email or message. I wasn’t shy but more fearful of the damaging consequences it could create.

In December, we started the penultimate session of philosophy. As always, I entered the class early and sat in the front row. The minutes passed, and then there she was, on time as usual. That day, she was wearing a beautiful black dress that reached halfway up her thigh and very shyly revealed the top of her breasts with lace. She looked stunning in it – a true MILF next door vibes. I also noticed that she was slightly more made up than usual, she had put some lipstick that sublimated her lips and mascara. Perhaps she had a dinner planned I thought. The class started, and I felt something different than usual; it was very subtle, I must have been the only one to feel it. I had the impression that the teacher was stressed – she was talking faster, getting confused in her words, and above all, she was avoiding my gaze. At the time I didn’t understand, I told myself that she wanted to hurry up and finish her class for personal reasons.

Before leaving, she gave us back the corrected homework that we had to do the week prior. The papers were shuffled. She was handing the papers but I wasn’t receiving mine. She reassured me and told me my paper was probably in her bag. The other students started to leave the room while I was packing my things. It become apparent that she couldn’t find my paper.
– I’m sorry Chris, I forgot it at my desk. Do you have class later? Come with me, we’ll go look for it, it won’t take long.
– Alright! And don’t worry, I can wait until the next class, there’s no rush.
– Oh yes, I would prefer that you get it back as soon as possible so that you can understand your mistakes; it’s important with the exam coming up. Follow me, it’s in the building next door.

And so we went to her office to get my paper. I didn’t suspect anything and as I walked in the corridors behind her, I couldn’t stop stating at her ass. She turned around and looked me straight in the eyes, and I will never forget that look – it was both mischievous, complicit and extremely intimate. We shortly arrived in her small office on the second floor.
– Lock the door Chris. I need to talk to you.
I obeyed, feeling sick to my stomach. Had I done something wrong?
Then she approached me, slowly.
– You know very well what’s going on between us, don’t you? It’s been going on for a while now, I know it, no need to hide it. And I know it’s a bad idea, but the end of the semester is coming up, which means that soon we won’t have classes together. Do you see where I’m going with this?
As she said this, she had moved closer. I could smell her perfume filling the air, my heart was pounding.
– I’m sorry, I don’t understand… Did I do something…?
I didn’t have time to finish my sentence, she took my hand and put it against her left breast.
– I know you’re dying for it, she whispered in my ear.

She took my other hand and placed it against her second breast. They were firm and round, and her nipples hard and visible under her dress. She pushed me against the wall and brought her lips to mine, then kissed me. I kissed her back and let myself be carried away, putting my fear aside. We kissed for a long time, playing our tongues in our mouths. My hands were now caressing her ass, which had made me fantasize for so long. While kissing me she threw her body against mine, always leaning on the wall, in a sensual back and forth movement while moaning delicately. She stopped, looked me straight in the eyes, and said:
– I knew you wanted it.
– I didn’t dare, I wasn’t sure…
– I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your stares.. I was obsessed.
She knelt down and undid my belt, and pulled down my pants.
– I don’t think this is a good idea, I said. I wasn’t expecting this, and… I haven’t shaved.

She didn’t even reply, she just smiled and pulled down my boxers and released my cock, which was only half hard from the stress. I knew was liking my cock, she got even more enthusiastic and horny. I moaned softly with pleasure, and my cock slowly hardened, my balls grew in volume under my teacher’s nimble fingers. Then came the grail, my teacher moved her lips against the tip of my cock and sucked it, licking it delicately. She placed her hand at the base of my cock and enveloped my entire balls with her warm, wet lips, before pushing my cock deep into her throat. It was surreal – my mind was blank. I couldn’t believe what was happening, why it had happened today and what made her give in to her desires.

My cock was deep in her mouth, she played with her tongue around my tip and kept eye contact which I absolutely loved. This sends me to another galaxy – it’s the sexiest thing ever. She then pulled my cock out of her mouth, with a long stream of drool, masturbated me and then plunged my cock back into her mouth. This must have lasted about five minutes, during which I was sucked like never before. I felt I was about to cum, and out of ‘respect’ didn’t want to cum in her mouth. I was about to cum on the side, but she understood what I was about to do and instead directed my cock in front of her face, sticking her tongue out with a pleading look. I had never been that hard in my entire life. I was realising how much of a slut my teacher was and this just made a switch in me. I just wanted to treat her like one. I jerked off in front of her, felt my cum rise and covered her whole face with my cum, some landing on her dress. She looked so satisfied and happy. I’ll never forget the smile on her face – a horny whore who had given in to her most outrageous desire. She took my cock one last time in her mouth to clean me up.

I got dressed, she went to clean herself up and as I was ready to leave, kissed me on the cheek and gave me her number. This is just the beginning of my adventure with her. We soon starting texting and I discovered the joys of sexting and teasing, which led me to gain more and more confidence in myself and treat her like the slut she always wanted to be. Let me know if you want part 2, and my DMs are open if you want to share similar experiences or just talk about it!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yqrj57/my_unforgettable_milf_university_teacher_fm