After our last post-lecture rendezvous behind the podium, I had been thinking about my sexy Professor more than ever. It had been a couple of days since then and we had been exchanging text messages daily. They always started out harmless, things like “I can’t wait to see you again,” and “I can’t get you out of my mind.” On this particular evening, I was sitting alone at my apartment, painting my toenails and listening to music. My sliding door was opening, and a warm summer breeze drifted through the door and brushed against my dewy skin. A glass of cold Chardonnay sat on my coffee table, sweat dripping down the stem onto the wood. I picked it up, put the glass to my lips and let the cold alcohol past my lips into my throat. I felt its effects in my core almost instantly. My arms and legs came alive with an exciting tingle and my brain felt a jolt. I glanced over at my phone, sitting face up on the couch. 8:22 pm. I had been telling myself not to text him daily, that to make it the most exciting would mean to have our texts and meet ups less frequent. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his dark eyes and the utter excitement I saw in them whenever he saw me. I sat my glass of wine down on the table, picked up my phone and laid back on the couch. I slid my left hand down the front of my yoga pants and let my pointer finger gently massage my clit over the top of my red string thong panties. As i gently touched my soft folds I opened my text messages with my other hand.
“Feeling of myself and thinking of your long, hard rod.” Send.
I set the phone on my stomach and continued to gently caress myself with my hand. I drug my finger up and down my slowly dampening pussy lips and delicately slid it in and out of my hole. I felt my legs naturally start to spread and my shoulders became relaxed. Just as I was getting very comfortable (and very horny), my phone rattled.
“1 new message from Professor”. I swiped. “At the university dinner with my department heads. Wishing I was there to take the place of your beautiful little finger.”
My heart thudded loudly in my chest. Every message he sent me made me warm with excitement, wet with horny eagerness and anxious, like I wouldn’t be satisfied until I could cum with him in some way. “I’m going to fuck myself right now, and tell you what I am doing as I’m doing it.” I stood up and took off my yoga pants and tank top and laid back down on my couch in just my red thong and black lacy bra. I took a selfie of my hand down my panties and sent it to him. “My first time touching my bare pussy tonight and just thinking of you reading these while you’re at that dinner… I am soaking.”
I turned on voice to text and set the phone down next to me. I let out a gentle moan as I began dictating my every movement and feeling to him through text message.
I am squeezing my nipples with my fingers, imagining your soft mouth suckling on them, and when I pinch them I am pretending you’re biting them, gently. I am closing my eyes and feeling my hands as your hands. Your big, strong, sexy hands all over my massive titties, rubbing them as you lie over me. I can feel your thick, long dick fill up with excitement and grow hard against my naked thigh. I am getting so wet now, I’m pulling my tiny thong off and stuffing it in your mouth. You suck the pussy juices out of my panties and now you’re fully hard, your dick is aching to come out of your slacks. I reach down and unzip you and your cock swings out against my stomach and I began to slid my hand up and down your hard shaft. I’m sweating. I’m moaning. I am arching my back with delight as my clit swells up and my juices are flowing. Stroking your thick erect cock makes my heart thud, it makes my legs spread, it makes me need to be fucked like never before. I pull your dick up to my pussy and tease us both by putting the head in and out, thrusting softly against you. I can feel your pre-cum dripping on my lips. You’re moaning, whispering to me that I make you harder than you’ve ever been. You tell me how much you want to unload your huge cock into me. We roll over so I am on top. I put your dick inside me and tell you not to make a single move. I start rubbing on my swollen clit while you lie under me, motionless, your dick throbbing inside my wet gap. I tell you I am going to finger my sweet clit until I am about to cum and I want you to cum with me. You’re speechless, horny, hard, trying not to explode, and you nod your head yes. My beautiful titties sway ever so slightly as I lap at my clit with my pointer finger. I am so wet that I barely need to apply pressure—I am close already. I look down at you filling me, I see the pure excitement in your eyes as you watch me masturbate on you, and I feel the feeling build. I tell you I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, and my pussy starts clenching down on your cock as I rub my clit now fast and hard. Within a moment, and with no thrusting or moving, your dick lets loose inside my pussy. Hot, long streams of cum shoot up inside me as your body pulses against mine. You’re moaning, we’re sweating, we’re cumming. We make each other cum like never before.
I fingered myself to orgasm as I told him that story. I took a picture of my pink, dripping pussy and sent it to him. I finished my wine and lie there, naked and exhausted and still horny. A moment went by and my phone rattled again.
“I read that under the table. I excused myself. I barely got my dick out of my pants in the bathroom stall before I shot a huge load all over the stall wall. I didn’t even stroke myself. Imagining us like you said… Imagining you masturbating to us.. just taking my dick out of my pants, I imagined it was you and a shot all over.”
I smiled to myself, took another sip of my wine and text him back. “Come over here and let me taste you again.”
He text back immediately. “See you at 11.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8je7p8/sexting_my_professor
And… at 11? :)