My College Professor

With my first semester of college ending, I've got just my finals to write, and I'm officially on my way to pleasing my parents. Being a college freshman, I'm sure I'm not the first, but I have a crazy crush on my economics professor. I am also sure he meets a lot of beautiful young ladies; some are desperate enough for good grades, that they would do anything he asks.

I'm hoping he gets a darling little angel like me in his class occasionally; that's just too sweet not to want. And I'm hoping I'm that one in his class right now; I mean, damn, I know I'm barely nineteen, but smokin' hot if I do say so.

I make sure I'm always in a short summer dress, lightly made up, with my hair in a ponytail. I always make sure that an ample amount of leg is showing under my desk as I'm trying for that perfect little angel look. The problem is obvious; he can't touch us little sex kittens, but this horny one is going to get his attention.

I have very good grades, I never miss a class, and I have no reason ever to get him alone.

But Damn, I'm starting to fantasize about him on a nightly basis. I can barely get home without beginning to think about him racing through my door to drop off some homework I forgot.

I imagine him pushing me into a corner, Picking me up around his hips, and making me bop up and down on him, squealing at the size of his meat as my little hole is stretched to its limits by his size. I've nearly cum in my panties just thinking about him without ever even touching myself.

I always come to my senses and realize he must think of me as a little coed, and him as some old pervy teacher.

I know he catches me watching his midsection, probably way more than the other ladies in my class. Night after night, after my crazy long study sessions, I lay in bed and frig my button thinking about my wonderful professor.

I assume he headed out this morning, like every morning, except that there is an especially important exam today. He takes his place at the front of the hall like always. When the clock hits nine and the papers start shuffling, he probably notices no little angel this morning.

OMG noooo, What the hell? I was up most of the night studying and slept in for the first time, and what a day to miss. I don't know if I'm more disappointed that I've overslept and possibly missed the most important exam of my life or that I might disappoint Professor Smith.

I raced to Albert Hall as fast as my legs would run. It's 11:35, twenty-five minutes left in my class. I know this stuff, I can do this in twenty minutes. Its OK, just be calm. I popped my head in the door looking like his completely distraught little angel?

Even from here, I'm sure he can see my disheveled look. He had no option but to point to the door, from which hangs a "do not enter" sign. OMG, I burst into tears. What do I do now? Do I wait for the exam to end?

what happened to me, I wonder?" When the clock strikes noon, the class files out the door. I wait outside the door as he heads to the top of the stairs at the back of the room. There's his little angel. I'm holding my head in my hands and crying my eyes out.

He sits down beside me.

"My god, dear, you have really poor timing. What happened?" he asks.

"I was up all night studying and overslept on the most important day of the year," I said,

my eyes pleading with him.

"Oh, please let me take the exam."

I look into his eyes with my saddest puppy dog look. Please, god, let him be lost in mine. How can he say no to this face, his perfect little lady? But the rules are the rules, damn it. He told me there was nothing he could do. He gets up to head to his office; I jump up immediately to follow him.

I grab his arm and plead with him as we enter his office.

"Look," he tells me,

"Have a seat."

He walks around his desk to my chair.

He sits on the edge of his desk in front of me as I continue to plead my case.

He seems nearly oblivious to my words as I'm still sobbing and looking up into his eyes. I hesitate my words as I notice he's not looking into mine; I follow his eyes as he's staring at my braless boobs--another one of the mistakes I made this morning as I was racing to my exam.

I jumped from bed when I realized my dilemma, threw over a possibly way-too-short yellow summer dress for this occasion, took a three-minute fix of my face, a quick spritzer of my strawberry body spray, tied my hair in a bun with some light pink lip gloss and raced out the door.

But "What the hell? I'm pleading for my life, and he's lost in his own little fantasy of me sucking on his guy.

OMG, what the frack.

I broke my gaze from his eyes and caught a twitch in his pants. Did his cock just stir?

He comes back to reality with me still rambling on. He looks back up at me into my eyes, and damn it, if he catches me looking at his crotch while I'm pleading my case.

Not fully thinking about the potential implications of the swelling that was going on in his pants.

I look up at him, lean back in my chair, and, I guess in an almost frightened way, I must have acted as if he had invaded my comfort zone. He looks down at me, and for the first time since this morning, I think he notices me. "Like, actually me." He looks deep into my eyes like he is starting to care about my situation.

I quickly realize my legs are slightly apart, and way too much thigh is showing; my lips are probably pouty from crying, my eyes red and puffy, and still, his cock has a mind of its own.

He's not in the best pair of pants for a close encounter like this. His size usually bulges in class, and everyone must see it. Sitting in the front row in class, I get excited, but this is right in my face. There's no hiding my attraction to him now.

I get caught glimpsing down at his crotch with several quick looks. His cock is growing thicker by the second, and there's no mistaking his intentions.

"Oh, Mr. Smith, I don't know," I said.

I wiggle uncomfortably in my chair. I'm unsure of what to say next.

"Oh, sweety," he blurts out,

"You have no idea how attracted to you I am."

I look down at his crotch again; his cock is out of control now, lengthening down his leg. It's long, and its head is visible through his slacks. He catches me biting my lip.

He stands from his desk, and I'm sure without thinking it through,

tells me,

"Well, maybe I can make an exception to the test, if you're willing."

I can now barely take my eyes off his cock long enough to look up at him. This has been my dream for five long horny months, but now it's right in front of me, and I'm struggling with my courage. Without thinking, I reach out my hand and stop an inch from touching it. I look up into his eyes. He has a near-evil grin, a "touch it" kind of grin.

"Ohhhhh."

He murmurs

I gave it a little squeeze and drug my nails down its length. I slid to the edge of my chair, which drug what little of my dress was hiding my thighs behind, and gently rubbed its length with the palm of my hand.

Slowly jacking his cock through his pants, my soft, gentle touch has my mind swirling. With my left hand, I reached for the base and squeezed tight while dragging my nails over its head. I looked up into his eyes, stood up, and stepped towards him, forcing him back to his desk.

He put his forefinger under my chin, tilted me, leaned down, and kissed me. That's when my passions took over. He pulled me tight into him and slid his hand down the small of my back. Oh, fuck he smells so good and feels even better.

We kiss deeply, and he's not hesitant in the least. He let his hand slide further down my back and over my bum. He's had me so hot, and we had barely kissed. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as our bodies pressed into each other. He pulled my little skirt up over my hips and squeezed my nearly naked ass. I'm certain he didn't feel any panties as my thong was wedged tight into me.

With that, I think his sexy little angel surprised him. I broke our kiss and placed his hands on my shoulders. Gently, slowly, I slid down onto my knees.

I looked right at his cock; it was long and thick, already half erect in his pants, with the perfect cock outline forcing through the thin material of his slacks. I leaned in to bite it right through his pants.

"Agh, fuck,

you little kitten," he moans.

I slowly pulled his zipper down with my left hand and scratched along the length of his shaft with the nails of my right hand. I might be young, but I know how to tease.

"Fuck me."

He quickly fumbled with his belt to help me get his pants off. They fell to the floor, and his eight inches of swollen cock flopped out on top of my head. I look up at it, and tilting my head back, I slide my tongue along its entire length. I lick the pre cum off its tip, and he moans.

I looked up at him for approval; he nodded and let out a long breath. I sucked its head into my mouth and started to hungrily suck his cock; it was bigger than I ever could have imagined.

"Agh, you little angel, never in any of my dreams could you suck cock like this."

He muttered under his breath.

OMG, did he dream of me, too? Am I in his fantasies?

I started sliding it into my mouth deeper and deeper with every pump of my fist. I reached up and grabbed his cock mid-shaft with my right hand and began to jack on it's length, my left hand tugging on his sack in perfect rhythm to my sucking.

"Agh, baby doll."

He mutters again.

I started pulling him so deep into my throat I began to gag, saliva drooling down my chin. My left hand is still wrapped as tight as I can around the base of his shaft, My right hand jacking and squeezing until I was forced to pull off, gasping for air.

With a couple of quick breaths, I sucked it deep back into me, sucking as hard as I could. As I pulled off this time, and with two quick breaths, I pushed my tongue out with the tip curled to a point; I began to fuck the hole at the end of his cock.

He bemoaned way too loudly for this tiny office space.

"Oh god, never has anyone had me so close to cumming so quickly. Fuck, you suck so good."

But all my dreams of fucking your tight hole will evaporate if I let you continue this perfect blow job."

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me up from the floor. He kissed me so deeply, ignoring the drool on my lips. It was an incredibly wet kiss, passionate and intense. He raised my arms and pulled my dress up over my head.

He hungrily lowered his face to suckle my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and erect. He took turns sucking each one into his mouth, nibbling and licking, pulling the flat of his tongue over my hard little points as I started to moan under his tongue.

He turned us around, with my back now to his desk, and continued to devour my upper body.

"Fuck, you have my cock is so fucking rock hard," he blasts."

I'm looking at the most incredible nubile little lady I've ever seen."

He lifted me onto the desk, pulled off my tiny thong, still buried deep in my vagina. He stepped back to admire my body. He looked down at my already dripping, barely been fucked pussy, and smiled at me. He ordered me to touch it. I looked at him funny.

Touch it, "he repeated"

I placed my middle finger on the upper edge of my button, not even contemplating the humiliation I should have felt.

"Agh, yes, baby, touch it; I want you to rub your little pussy for me."

He practically drooled.

I slid over my clit and rubbed it in little circles for him. He was mesmerized, and I felt like I was gaining control. Up and down the length of my slit, pushing the steady flow of my juices up over my button.

"Agh, fuck." He moans.

He grabbed his cock and started to slowly slide his hand along its length as he watched me finger myself. I began to moan for him and, without any hesitation, shoved two fingers deep into my pussy. His mouth dropped while increasing the jacking of his cock. I watched him jack that lovely thing while feeling my juices flowing down the crack of my ass and most likely forming a tiny puddle of liquid love on his desk.

"Ah fuck." He says

And dropped to his knees. He pushed my knees up near my chest and took the flat of his tongue; he placed it at the base of my ass and drug it up slowly from the bud of my anus to the soft fleshy flap of skin that separates my two holes.

He continued past my vaginal entrance, pulling the liquid love up through my slit and up over my clit. I threw my legs straight up and arched my back.

I couldn't help but cry out,

"agh, Fuck, Fuck"

not caring who might hear.

He was lost in the musky smell of my strawberry spritze and leaking pussy. He practically drank my juices as they flowed from me. Digging his tongue into me and then slurping hungrily as I leaked.

He began to lash at my hole, dragging his tongue roughly over and over the length of my slit. Stopping to suck my swollen little bud between his lips and sucking it into his mouth, digging his tongue into me and thrashing me with abandon.

He started digging his tongue into the folds of flesh that hides my clitoris, sucking hard on it. Digging his tongue back into my hole and literally sucking as hard as he could at the entrance to my cunt, He moved his hand from under my knee to insert a finger into my hungry hole, driving it in and out of my tight little cunt. I felt my vaginal muscles trying to expel the invasion, at the same time urging them deeper into me.

He continued to trash my button, and I felt my chest shake with short, hard gasps. My breathing started to shorten.

I started bucking madly on his desk. He dug a second finger into my hole and rotated his hand upwards, his fingers massaging the rough patch inside me, directly under my clitoris. With a come-hither motion, he started to coax the juices from my depths. They flow down his wrist while my knees thrash in the air. I tried hard to fuck back at his tongue, with no doubt now of a continuous flow of lady love onto his desk.

"Fuck, I can't wait another minute," I shouted

"Just fuck me already."

He stood up between my legs and placed the overly swollen head of his cock right at the entrance to my opening and pushed.

"Agh, fuckkkkk," I squealed.

I arched my back and grabbed the edge of the desk as his cock invaded my not yet ready for his size entrance.

I threw my legs wide apart, trying desperately to accommodate his size as he pushed its head into me.

To my amazement, even as wet as I was, it was still a struggle to accept a cock his size; he quickly began to slide into my tight cunt with little care of the resistance. The head of his cock plops through my entrance and slid the first three inches into me.

"Agh, fuckkk "

I felt myself opening up to him. my eyes rolling in my head, my back felt fully arched, and my knees spread as wide as I could. He slid the next three inches into me; maybe this little angel was not so innocent after all. Maybe I might be able to take a cock this big with the lust I'm feeling.

He pulled back to my entrance and gently slid back in.

"OH, FUCK," You're so fucking tight,"

he mumbles.

Slowly, with short sliding strokes, he started to fuck my hungry little cunt. I think, waiting for that telltale sign, he's gone deep enough.

He picked up his rhythm, sliding into me inch by inch until what I assume his entire length was buried deep into me.

He barks at me

"My fuck, girl, where are you putting this much cock?"

He leaned down and slid his hand under my neck with one hand and the middle of my back with the other. He stood up with me deep on his cock; I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. He started bouncing me up and down on his length.

He's so deep inside me I could have let go, and I would just be impaled on his cock with nowhere to go.

He reached under my ass and put his middle finger on my ass, bud. I clenched hard around his neck and waist as he started pounding me upwards. As hard as I clenched my bum to keep that finger out, I equally clenched my vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. I was so tight I swear it felt like I could feel his cock pulse inside me. He continued forcing his finger into my ass, and the feeling was overwhelming my senses; I bit hard down on his shoulder muscles, and he drove his cock violently into me with a series of short jabbing fucks. Certain his balls were boiling and ready to explode, My legs started to quiver; my vaginal muscles started to convulse and contract around his rod.

In an

"Aghhhhh,"

I was flooding his cock with my juices. I quickly felt the heat of his orgasm, as my clenching cunt, my biting, and my practically squeezing the life from his neck, river after river of his semen splashed into the depths of my cunt. The Vacuum that it created in my vagina as our juices combined, with the glurshing of his swollen head, was like he was plungering my hole. It threw me right over the edge as white waves flooded over my body.

A torrent of his cum splashed into my cunt as my legs continued to shake. He laid me back down on the desk. We both vibrated while he was still deep inside me. He slowly started to withdraw his cock from my hole, and as his head plopped out, a pool of our juices flowed out of me onto his desk.

Both of us are still almost oblivious as to what just happened. He leaned in to kiss his little angel with the deepest, most passionate kiss I've ever had.

He backed up half a step, smiled down at me,

and whisper,

"I think that was worth an A."