Hi, I am Ruby. I am 22 years old, and I am a lover of straight sex, never skip a chance to bang boys. My stats are 36-26-34. I am a DD cup and have a petite waist. This is the story of how I got to play with my professor in college.
After a weekend of a hot gangbang, I still had a college to attend. Like any other student, I still had a class to pass. I had skipped tutoring lectures and was behind on my math syllabus. I had chosen 4 guys to fuck over his class and had only one thing on my mind but that was not going to help me pass.
God, I was in trouble. I was also worried my tutor would call my parents to complain, so I scheduled my class finally. Much to my surprise, he canceled on me. He told me to come on a Monday. I knew he taught in another place on Mondays, but I dismissed the thought.
I went to his house. I found him alone.
“Come in,” he said. All windows were closed.
“Hello sir,” I said.
“How are you? I thought you are still sick.”
“Yeah sir, I am fine now.”
“Good, sit down.” Usually, the students sat on the floor, but as I was the only student, my professor asked me to sit at the table. He sat beside me.
“So what happened, you sounded different. I thought it must be something major.”
“No sir, I had a weakness.”
“From your voice, I thought someone was pounding you,” he said, “your head, I mean.”
I was startled, did he know I was getting fucked? I thought.
“Your breathing was heavy,” he said, “like someone was on you, some pressure maybe. It sounded more like body pain.”
“Yes, correct,” I said to get out of the topic quickly.
My professor stood behind me. He was bent and looking over my shoulder, pretending to read my notes. He was unusually close to me and was literally breathing on my neck.
I was wearing a zip-up top which I realized had run down, the zip showed some cleavage.
“Sir,” I whispered, he definitely knew, I waited for him to respond.
“Body aches are common, young girls like you get a lot of urges,” he was being forward now.
“You shouldn’t ignore it,” he said pushing back a lock of my hair from my shoulder, still near my neck, “you smell like roses, I like it.”
Weirdly, it made me wet! Maybe because of all the sex I was having, his words turned me on. There was something raunchy about fucking a professor in his own house. I wondered how his hands would feel on my naked boobs. I realized sir’s intentions as I saw him shamelessly staring at my cleavage.
I wanted to explore the animal. I knew he was an easy target, that bastard was famous for flirting with his female students. So, I decided to play along.
“So sir, what do I do? Is there a solution?” I asked softly.
He tried to hide his surprise. “The best solution is massage. Only if done right, will it release you.”
He approached me from behind. “Can I massage you?”
I nodded yes shyly.
“You seem shy,” he said, being extremely close to me from behind, “Can I touch you?”
“Oh, sir” I breathed heavily “you’re no stranger to me.”
He started massaging my neck. Slowly, his hands went down to my neck and shoulder. His hands moved forward and backward touching my upper chest to my back. It aroused me. He was good with his hands, I won’t lie. I arched my back, giving him the full view of my cleavage from above. I could feel his dick pressing in my back.
“You are good at this, sir,” I said.
He came down to my bare neck and whispered, “I know you like it.” I was breathing heavily, “Hmmm..so good,” I moaned.
“You have nice skin, you should wear stylish clothes. Clothes that show your shoulders and armpits,” he tried to have casual conversation while his hands roamed on my body.
“Like what, sir?” I encouraged him to progress the conversation.
“Some sleeveless tops will look good on you.”
“I will wear it if you like. What else sir?” I said seductively.
“Wear your pink top, it shows off your deep neck,” he said.
He went down my back, near my bra straps, he snapped it. It tickled my back.
“Ummm..” I moaned spontaneously.
“I know you want more,” he whispered.
“You’re good sir,” I said, arching my back and stretching my boobs forward. He really was good.
“A little longer? Please, sir?” I asked as I closed my eyes and leaned on him. I was breathing heavily.
“Sit on the sofa so I can massage you properly,” my horny professor’s tone changed. It sounded like an order.
By then, we both knew it was not about the massage anymore. But none of us said it.
I sat on the sofa with my back to him, his hands on my waist now. My ass was touching his foot.
“You have a tiny waist.”
“You like it, sir?” I asked.
“Love it, you should wear short tops to show off your delicate waist,” he said.
“Lift your shirt so I can massage your waist,” I revealed my waist and I could feel his hands reach my flat belly. I was wearing a waist chain. He touched it.
“I like this, it makes you look good.”
“Just good?” I asked.
“Like a heroine,” he said. “A sexy heroine.” He said and planted a kiss on my shoulder.
The professor fingered my belly chain, tickling me on the waist. He had hugged me from behind in the disguise of massage, my back was glued to his front, with his hands on my waist.
He progressed to my hips, they were too big for his hands.
“I can’t massage your hips in this skirt.”
“Why don’t you remove it yourself, sir?”
He unbuttoned my skirt, rolled it down, and made me naked. I was in my top and panties.
“How are my hips, sir?”
“Bigger than I imagined. I bet you enjoy the attention you get for this.” He squeezed my hips going down to my ass and thighs. He pulled me on his lap squeezing them. He turned me around to face him.
I straddled him with my legs around him. Our faces were very close to each other. His eyes dropped from my eyes to my boobs.
“You should wear low-cut tops more often,” he whispered.
“Do boys like it, sir?”
“I like it. I love it when you show off your beautiful figure when you wear tight tops. When I can see your assets, when you breathe, I can see your melons on full display. I know you do it to seduce me.”
My college professor put his hands on my boobs and pressed them. I unchained my top and revealed my DD cups.
“How’s it, sir?”
“Delicious, milky,” he said.
I jiggled them in his face. “Why not give it a taste?” I said.
He dove right into it and took my full nipple in his mouth.
Ah! What a glorious feeling it was. Like he surrendered to my melons. My professor sucked my tit like a horny teenager. He chewed hungrily while he squeezed the other one.
I love it when people admire me for my raw beauty. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. I feel like a queen when people are at my command and I can control them with my body.
My professor chugged on, “You’re so fresh” he said. “Just like I imagined. You are perfect. So soft.”
He moved on to the right one as he kept squeezing the left. “They’re so young, I love it.”
I could feel his tent pressing against my crotch. I held it
“I see I’ve made you very happy, sir,” I started stroking it.
“Yes, that’s it,” he said. “Nice and slow, do it, baby.”
I took his face and we started smooching. I worked my magic with one hand and got him hornier. He was biting my lips hard. I stroked it slowly, enjoying his bouts of pleasure. With each stroke, he would bite my lips, squeeze my boob hard, make grunting noises. “Uhhng..Uuuhngg..Uhhngg..”
I was making him happy on all ends, kissing his hungry lips. His hands were on my tits, my hands on his cock. He was finally at my mercy.
“Aah, fuck me bitch,” he finally said.
I removed my only clothing, my panty, and stood naked in front of him. I gave a quick turn giving him a full view of me. “You like this, sir?”
He motioned me to come near as he dropped his pants I laid on the sofa and spread my legs for him and said, “Fuck your bitch, sir.”
He came on to me with his fat erect cock and entered me.
I moaned loudly. His cock filled me with pleasure, and he slowly started fucking me. It felt bigger than it looked and he stroked looking at me. I couldn’t stop myself from making noise.
“Moan for me bitch, moan like your boyfriend fucks you.”
I was so horny for his dick. I was fingering my clit as my professor fucked me. He squeezed my boobs as he held them for balance. As he increased the speed, the whole sofa moved. I was in 7th heaven as my fat math professor fucked me.
“Sir, fuck me, sir, I am your bitch,” was all I could say.
As he further increased his speed, he held both my boobs for support. It was painful but felt good. I was enjoying it. Just as he was close to cum, he pulled out and put his dick in my mouth. He came on my face. He stood over my face cumming in my mouth, making me swallow his thick hot cum.
I loved licking his hairy balls till he stopped cumming. He was the one to moan. He grunted like a pig.
After our fuck, we both were getting dressed up. Seeing me bent down, my professor slapped my naked ass. “I knew you were a nasty slut. I knew it when I heard you on the phone.” He said with pride.
“I have shagged to you so much, I have lost count” saying this he slapped hard on my ass.
Too bad he had no idea I was fucking with 4 guys. No doubt this afternoon was well spent.
We got dressed in time as a few moments later his wife came home from work.
“We were just wrapping up,” I said. I didn’t lie as he had truly unwrapped me.
Before I left, seeing that his wife was in the bedroom, I gave his dick a squeeze and he returned the favor on my boob. “See you in class, sir,” I said.
I was proud I got my college professor to fuck me and now if he couldn’t rat out on me anymore, I had a Mastercard on him.