You lean back in your chair, the cool metal pressing against your bare skin, goosebumps prickling your arms. You can’t believe you did it. You actually stripped naked in front of your professor, Ms. Smith. But the look in her eyes, the way she couldn’t tear her gaze away from your body, made it all worth it.
“Sean,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
You smirk at her, your heart pounding in your chest. “I think you know what I’m doing, Ms. Smith.”
She swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to your hard cock. “This is inappropriate. You know that.”
You stand up, your cock bouncing with the movement. “I don’t care. I want you, Ms. Smith. And I know you want me too.”
She doesn’t say anything, but you can see the desire in her eyes. You walk over to her, closing the distance between you. You reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She shivers at your touch.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day of class,” you confess. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ms. Smith. I can’t help myself.”
She bites her lip, her eyes still locked on yours. “Sean, this is wrong.”
You lean in closer, your breath hot on her cheek. “I know it’s wrong. But it feels so right.”
You press your lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She responds, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulls you closer. You groan, your cock throbbing with need.
You break the kiss, trailing your lips down her neck. “I want to taste every inch of you, Ms. Smith.”
She moans, her head falling back as you kiss your way down her chest. You cup her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasps, her back arching as you take one of her nipples into your mouth.
“Fuck, Sean,” she breathes, her hands gripping your hair.
You switch your attention to her other nipple, sucking and biting until she’s squirming beneath you. You trail your hand down her stomach, slipping your fingers between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her pussy hot and swollen.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Ms. Smith,” you growl, your fingers sliding inside her.
She moans, her hips bucking against your hand. “Yes, Sean. Oh god, yes.”
You fuck her with your fingers, curling them to hit her G-spot. She cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. You don’t let up, continuing to fuck her with your fingers until she’s begging you to stop.
You pull your fingers out, bringing them to your mouth. You suck them clean, tasting her sweetness on your tongue.
“You taste so fucking good, Ms. Smith,” you say, your voice low and husky.
She looks up at you, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck me, Sean. Please.”
You don’t need to be asked twice. You position yourself at her entrance, your cock throbbing with need. You push inside her, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated.
You start to move, your hips thrusting as you fuck her hard and fast. She meets you thrust for thrust, her nails digging into your back.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Ms. Smith,” you groan, your balls slapping against her ass.
She moans, her pussy clenching around your cock. “Yes, Sean. Oh god, yes.”
You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening as you get closer and closer. You reach between you, rubbing her clit as you fuck her.
She cries out, her orgasm ripping through her. You follow her over the edge, your cock pulsing as you fill her with your cum.
You collapse on top of her, your bodies slick with sweat. You kiss her, your tongues tangling together.
“That was amazing, Ms. Smith,” you say, your voice hoarse.
She smiles, her eyes shining with happiness. “Yes, it was, Sean.”
You roll off her, your cock slipping out of her. You pull her close, her body fitting perfectly against yours.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Ms. Smith,” you confess, your heart pounding in your chest.
She looks up at you, her eyes soft. “I think I’m falling in love with you too, Sean.”
You smile, your heart soaring. You never thought you’d find love in your professor, but here you are, lying in her arms, completely and utterly in love.
And you know that no matter what happens, you’ll always have this moment, this memory, to look back on and smile.
You lean back in your chair, the cool metal pressing against your bare skin, goosebumps prickling your arms. You can’t believe you did it. You actually stripped naked in front of your professor, Ms. Smith. But the look in her eyes, the way she couldn’t tear her gaze away from your body, made it all worth it.
“Sean,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
You smirk at her, your heart pounding in your chest. “I think you know what I’m doing, Ms. Smith.”
She swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to your hard cock. “This is inappropriate. You know that.”
You stand up, your cock bouncing with the movement. “I don’t care. I want you, Ms. Smith. And I know you want me too.”
She doesn’t say anything, but you can see the desire in her eyes. You walk over to her, closing the distance between you. You reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She shivers at your touch.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day of class,” you confess. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ms. Smith. I can’t help myself.”
She bites her lip, her eyes still locked on yours. “Sean, this is wrong.”
You lean in closer, your breath hot on her cheek. “I know it’s wrong. But it feels so right.”
You press your lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She responds, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulls you closer. You groan, your cock throbbing with need.
You break the kiss, trailing your lips down her neck. “I want to taste every inch of you, Ms. Smith.”
She moans, her head falling back as you kiss your way down her chest. You cup her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasps, her back arching as you take one of her nipples into your mouth.
“Fuck, Sean,” she breathes, her hands gripping your hair.
You switch your attention to her other nipple, sucking and biting until she’s squirming beneath you. You trail your hand down her stomach, slipping your fingers between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her pussy hot and swollen.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Ms. Smith,” you growl, your fingers sliding inside her.
She moans, her hips bucking against your hand. “Yes, Sean. Oh god, yes.”
You fuck her with your fingers, curling them to hit her G-spot. She cries out, her orgasm crashing over her. You don’t let up, continuing to fuck her with your fingers until she’s begging you to stop.
You pull your fingers out, bringing them to your mouth. You suck them clean, tasting her sweetness on your tongue.
“You taste so fucking good, Ms. Smith,” you say, your voice low and husky.
She looks up at you, her eyes glazed with lust. “Fuck me, Sean. Please.”
You don’t need to be asked twice. You position yourself at her entrance, your cock throbbing with need. You push inside her, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated.
You start to move, your hips thrusting as you fuck her hard and fast. She meets you thrust for thrust, her nails digging into your back.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Ms. Smith,” you groan, your balls slapping against her ass.
She moans, her pussy clenching around your cock. “Yes, Sean. Oh god, yes.”
You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening as you get closer and closer. You reach between you, rubbing her clit as you fuck her.
She cries out, her orgasm ripping through her. You follow her over the edge, your cock pulsing as you fill her with your cum.
You collapse on top of her, your bodies slick with sweat. You kiss her, your tongues tangling together.
“That was amazing, Ms. Smith,” you say, your voice hoarse.
She smiles, her eyes shining with happiness. “Yes, it was, Sean.”
You roll off her, your cock slipping out of her. You pull her close, her body fitting perfectly against yours.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Ms. Smith,” you confess, your heart pounding in your chest.
She looks up at you, her eyes soft. “I think I’m falling in love with you too, Sean.”
You smile, your heart soaring. You never thought you’d find love in your professor, but here you are, lying in her arms, completely and utterly in love.
And you know that no matter what happens, you’ll always have this moment, this memory, to look back on and smile.
