“How do you see me?” I ask, looking deeply into his eyes. No more games.
“That’s for you to show me,” he grins, motioning me to stand up, just like in my fantasy.
“Come around your desk for me. Let me see you,” he orders, stroking his thick cock as he smells my scarf, his eyes burning into mine, burning into me. Feeling like an extra set of hands he can run over my entire body as he growls with satisfaction.
The little desks in the auditorium are attached to the seats, and they sit on levels like stairs going up.
The Professor is standing in front of my desk, which is on the first step, and as I stand, more than a little wobbly on my feet, I notice I’m almost a couple feet taller for a change.
My body jerks and I gasp watching him, and I feel a thick line of my own arousal running down the inside of my leg as he orders me to stand with my legs apart.
He stands fixed to the spot, but I’m easily within reach, and his huge hand lifts from his cock and travels to my thigh, tracing my wet juice all the way back up my thigh to my throbbing pussy.
He groans loudly, and I feel my eyes crossing. My knees are about to buckle as his thick finger circles my hole, widening it as he begins to tell me how it’s gonna be.
How he’s gonna claim me.
“You keep my jacket on,” he says. “And I’ll have your scarf.”
I nod, feeling myself starting to sway as his single finger slips inside me. A second already probing my sodden lips wider apart.
“When I say so, turn around, lift the jacket and show me that sweet little ass of yours. Spread it wide for me so I can see your pussy from behind,” he adds, the heat rushing from my clit to my belly, almost unbearable now.
The most I can do is nod and whimper, words failing me as I give up even trying to speak.
Draping my scarf around his neck, he opens the jacket a little more, groaning as he cups my ample breasts one after the other before tracing each stiff, pebbled nipple with his fingers.
The sensation of his fingers inside me, on my nipples, and now circling my clit is almost impossible for me to stand.
“You can lean on your desk in a moment, Sheree. But for now, I want to look at you. I want to appreciate what’s mine, alright?” he asks, a slight tremor in his voice as he licks his lips and swallows hard.
I nod eagerly, silently agreeing with him. Watching his cock twitch in anticipation.
Nowhere in my own fantasy did he say any of this. No man has ever wanted to look at me, let alone with the intensity and arousal that he’s showing for me right now.
It’s the single hottest thing yet, my whole body is screaming for him to grab hold of me and bend me over with force.
But he’s only just getting started, I can tell.
“Perfect,” he croons to himself. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, shifting a hand from my breasts to my chin, tilting my face so my eyes meet his again.
“Now, turn around and bend over,” he says calmly.
“Wha- What do you want me to do, Professor?” I ask, surprising myself with my words, making him grin harder at the innocent tone of my voice.
“I just told you, Sheree,” he says firmly, grunting as he unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop past his knees and stepping out of them.
Yanking impatiently at his coat then shirt, tossing them aside like rags until he’s fully naked before me.
“Turn around, bend over your desk for me, and show me your little hole so I can fuck it, so I can claim you. So I can teach you a lesson you’ll never forget,” he growls, his jaw clenching and his massive chest heaving as much as mine is right now.
Shivering, shaking. Trembling with the rising heat from inside both of us.
This sure beats any fantasy I’ve ever had.
I gasp, stumbling as I shimmy around, only inches on the step for me to stand on, propping my arms on the desk.
“Good,” he says quietly, one of his hands gently opening my legs wider before he takes a step back.
I feel my pussy quiver. Waves ripple across my belly as my nipples scrape across the cold desktop when I lean forward.
My nipples teased without him even touching me.
“Show me your sweet little hole,” he growls, making me arch my back and steady myself before using both hands to move my ass cheeks apart so he can see… everything.
There’s a wild animal sound, like a bear or a rabid wolf in the room. But I know it’s him. A similar sound coming from me too.