My Dirty Professor

by Cassandra Dee

  I gasp again. Kiss it? Kiss a man’s cock? Mr. Phillips has just hit upon my secret weak spot. Sure, I touch myself all of the time. I play with myself and even insert fruit into my sweet pussy, but even though mentally, I’m really dirty; physically, I’m a virgin. I’ve never had a man touch me, much less run his dick inside me, and the thought of playing with Mr. Phillips’ cock makes me … well, it makes me go weak, actually. I’m dying to try it.

  So I drop to my knees in front of him. No need to tell him about my inexperienced state; this is the perfect time to get a little practice. My hands reach up to his waistband to unfasten his belt, but before I can, he pushes back in his chair.

  My eyes flick to his, and I let out a little whine of disappointment, still on my knees.

  “No, little girl,” he booms, standing up so that his big cock is practically in my face now, making me hungry. “Girls who suck, do it naked.”

  At those words, I gasp. Naked? Me? Here at school in the middle of the day with people walking around outside?

  The alpha male just grins again before striding around the classroom, pulling down the shades, and locking the door. We are now in a darkened space, not black but dimly lit, and I know that from the outside, it looks like an empty classroom. I can hear a few muffled conversations outside, and the slam of a couple of lockers, but otherwise, there’s no indication that anything is different.

  “You’re lucky,” Mr. Phillips says, sitting back down in front of me. “It’s lunchtime, so people are gone, and no one’s going to suspect anything. Now, take off your clothes,” he commands.

  I pause for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes before slowly getting to my feet. Am I going to do this? Am I really?

  But Mr. Phillips is literally the man of my dreams, the guy I thought about when I was alone in bed, teasing myself with my fingers and moaning with ecstasy. He is literally the stuff of fantasies, except that now, it’s real … and we’re about to play.

  So slowly, I grasp the hem of my sweater in both hands and pull it over my head, shaking my curls free. I take a deep breath before sneaking a look at him, and I am immediately gratified.

  Because the big man is entranced. His gaze is riveted by my girls – the luscious, creamy orbs encased in a lacy demi-bra. The pale pink material cups my breasts lovingly, showing off their pale bellies in the dim light.

  “You like?” I murmur, slowly tracing a finger along my décolletage, teasing him by running my finger into the deep valley between my girls.

  “Little girl,” he replies, his voice hoarse. “I fucking love.”

  I giggle then, my hands going to the back clasp and undoing it with a quick snap. Slowly, I ease the straps over my shoulders, stroking them off until my breasts are revealed in their full glory – pendulous, hanging, perfect ovoids with stiff, red nipples at the tips.

  Coyly, I run my fingers around both nips, tracing the sensitive flesh before flashing a look at him and cooing again.

  “They taste really good,” I sigh. “You want to try?”

  The man is literally struck speechless, his eyes riveted by my movements. His cock is out now, and one of his hands is moving up and down that huge shaft in a rhythmic stroke. I can see the veins pulsing, his balls high and tight.

  “I want to taste,” he growls low in his throat, so turned on that the words are a little garbled and hard to understand. “I need a taste.”

  But it’s my turn to be in charge, so I shake my head coyly.

  “No tastes for you, big guy,” I coo. “Only for me.”

  And with that, I lift one of my girls up and lick the nipple. I savor the sweet bud, running my tongue around and around as electrical sparks shoot straight from my nip to my clit.

  “Oh,” I moan between nips and licks. “Oh, tastes so good,” I murmur wickedly.

  He just groans, his hand a blur on his shaft now. There’s so much pre-come that his pole is completely wet. His fist is easily pumping away, stroking through the copious lube – so much that it pools on the chair, making a sticky mess.

  “Now, for the other,” I murmur coyly, lifting my left boob to my lips for a taste and doing the same with this nipple. Except this time, I give myself a little love bite, delicately nipping my tip with my small white teeth, flirting with Mr. Phillips through my lashes the entire time.

  “Imagine my teeth on your cock,” I sigh breathily. “Imagine how that’s going to feel.”

  Suddenly, the big man stops all motion. His body is rock hard, and that huge dick is pointed straight at me. I guess he’s getting desperate – perilously close to the edge – because there are no longer any full sentences being used.

  “Clothes … off,” he commands, his voice hoarse and his eyes ravenous.

  With a giggle, I obey. I shimmy out of my skirt, pulling the fabric sensuously over my hips before kicking it away. Then, I play with the waistband of my panties, lightly tugging at it. I’m purposefully teasing him, making the big man salivate. But it’s not just his mouth that’s salivating. Stone’s dick is literally weeping now. There’s a steady stream of sperm dripping from the tip to the floor, a pool of pre-come that I long to taste.

  “You want to see?” I breathe, snapping the waistband. My fingers creep down to my cunt, and I lightly trail them over my fleshy lips. The material there is soaking wet. “You want to see?”

  Before he has a chance to respond, I hook the material in one of my fingers and pull it to the side, showing him my pretty pussy – the swollen lips and my clit so stiff and achy that it’s pushed out between my labia, begging to be touched. Leaning back a little, I cant my hips forward so that he can get a better view. I even spread my legs a bit, squatting so that my hole is opened up, winking at him.

  “See?” I purr throatily. “My kitty wants you.” At that moment, a bead of pussy cream coalesces at my vaginal entrance and slowly drips off, a long string of ooze dropping from my cunt to the floor.

  “I’m creaming for you, Mr. Phillips,” I whisper. “My kitty’s dying for you.”

  But the big man hasn’t forgotten his original instructions.

  “Clothes … off,” he barks. “On your knees.”

  I don’t hesitate to obey. I wiggle out of my panties, leaving the damp lace a ball on the floor, and kneel completely nude before him. My pussy is sopping wet, and my boobs are heaving with short, indrawn breaths.

  “Open,” he commands, and instinctually, I obey. My pink, pouty lips part, and that big dong kisses my mouth. It’s just a butterfly kiss at first. My teacher teases me by running his glans over my lips, tracing the outline of the Cupid’s bow, and trailing his pre-come over my softness. But I can’t resist. The feel of his semen on my lips has made me hungry and desperate for more, so I twist a bit and catch the head in my mouth. The stiff, rubbery crown is so tasty, so meaty, that I moan with pleasure as my eyes roll back in my head.

  “That’s it,” Mr. Phillips pants, his eyes fixed on the dirty sight of a nude girl with her lips on his dick. “Keep going.”

  And I moan again, one hand going up to play with his balls while the other seizes his dick at its base, holding it steady for a good suck. I go at it like a crazed girl, desperate for cock, desperate to get it in me, somehow, somewhere.

  I flatten my tongue and lick up his length, trailing a bulging vein along the bottom. The vein is beating so fierce and so hard that I think he might come right then. But Mr. Phillips apparently has better control than that. His gaze is hard with desire, and his breath is quick yet controlled as he stares at me. So I lean in for another long lick, this time trailing my tongue along a huge vein on the upper side of his shaft. I spend a minute playing with it, just feeling the blood coursing through his penis and savoring the musty taste of man. And it is so good, so yummy, that I pop him in my mouth after that and suck at the tip. I let the pre-come run down my throat, swallowing as much as I can.

  I love it, love every second of it. It feels so good to have this huge piece of man meat in my warm cavern, thrustin
g against my tonsils. His cock is so enormous that my mouth is stretched wide, even to the point of being a little uncomfortable. I feel tears coming to my eyes as the saliva pools uncontrollably, but I’m too hungry to care. Continuing to suck, I push his dick even farther down my throat until my nose hits his pubes. His personal scent is musky and all male in my nostrils.

  “Ohhhh fuck, little girl,” groans the big man, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as I deep-throat him. “Fuck, you’re good.”

  His praise only makes me try even harder. Experimentally, I begin bobbing my head up and down while my hand plays with his balls. His mighty shaft runs up and down my throat, visibly going into my esophagus. After a minute or two, his balls seize in my hands, going higher and tighter, before he begins to cream.

  “FUUUUUCK!” he roars, not caring if the people outside hear. Hopefully, there’s no one around and the hallways are deserted. “Fuuuuck!” he grinds out again. Sperm is spurting down my throat in great gusts, lash after lash of hot white shooting down to my stomach, filling me up with the most amazing liquid I’d ever tasted. Salty, sweet, and oh so delicious. And as his dick is bucking and twitching inside of me, the most amazing thing happens – I come. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a virgin and this is the dirtiest scenario I’ve ever been in, or if it’s because Mr. Phillips is so sexy and so arresting that it just drives me over the edge, but I orgasm right there on my knees at his feet with his cock in my mouth.

  “Uummmph!” I squeal as the tremors overtake me. My little body is shaking and my boobs are heaving up and down as my pussy clenches rhythmically. “Ummph! Umpph!” I scream around the piece of man meat in my mouth.

  At the obvious signs of my orgasm, Mr. Phillips’ eyes pop open. Can it be true? Am I really coming just from having his dick in my mouth? But the brain is the body’s most sensitive organ, and the sensuousness of the situation coupled with my naiveté has made it happen. My pussy is on fire, clenching and spasming, wishing for a dick inside. My breasts bobble up and down as I ride the roller coaster of lust to an amazing climax. I shiver and shake, my cunt pulsing and creaming so hard that it leaves a wet spot on the floor of the classroom. A pool of my female nectar.

  After we both calm, I take a deep breath through my nose and squeeze his balls with soft fingers as he withdraws his cock from my mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans again, watching with avid eyes as the mighty pole exits from my pink lips. Inch after inch of glossy meat reappears, still big and still semi-hard.

  I gasp once he’s out, choking slightly and hacking a little.

  “Oh god,” I cough. “Oh god.”

  My teacher is next to me in a flash, crouched on the ground.

  “You okay, little girl?” he strokes my cheek, then my haunches, running his big fingers over the smooth ivory.

  In response, I shoot him a smile, my mouth too dry to utter much in the way of words. “You-you’re … really … big,” I whisper. My throat is still sore, and my lips are cracked and stretched after the exercise they’ve gotten.

  The alpha male just drops a kiss on my shoulder before he stands up, his dick dripping, not bothering to hide the evidence of his lust.

  “I know,” he grins at me. “Ready to go again?”

  And despite the soreness and the achiness, I feel a tingle start up in my pussy … because I want Mr. Phillips – badly.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Stone

  There’s nothing as good as seeing a girl well-fucked, sated, and well-fed at your feet. Because that’s what Evie is. Her curves glisten under the light, and her breasts rise and fall with short pants as she wipes at her lips. Remnants of come leave a faint smear on her chin and cheek, a reminder of the sperm that have escaped.

  I’ve never seen someone so astonishingly beautiful. The brunette is sweet yet wicked at once, tantalizing with that good girl image. But fuck! She’d just gotten naked in a darkened classroom and had sucked my dick, obediently getting on her knees and draining me of every last drop, milking me until there was nothing left to give.

  And the amazing thing is that she’d come too. I hadn’t touched her, hadn’t petted her kitty, hadn’t stroked those beautiful breasts, and hadn’t slipped my tongue into her ass. The only part of us that had melded together had been my cock in her mouth, and that alone had been enough to make her orgasm. The excitement of a mouthful of man meat, the headiness of incredible oral had been enough to drive her over the edge.

  And it had been an amazing sight – the little brunette coming with my dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling up in her head, her body seizing and trembling as her cunt gave it up, that little snatch pulsing, her nips beating with the arousal… The sight had made me spurt more, each pump of sperm longer and harder than the one before, pushing all of my semen into her body. The essence of man dripping down her throat.

  But I’m not done with her yet. Oh no, the image of her with the kumquat dances before me as I roll the little fruit in my fingers now.

  “Want a taste?” I rumble deeply, not bothering to put my cock back in my pants.

  The girl stands up, wobbling in her heels, completely nude. God, I’m stiff again from just looking at her. Those big boobies, the narrow waist, and the wetly dripping cunt … I can’t help it.

  But I want to leave her with something to remember, something to play with. So I beckon for her to come closer.

  And she wobbles toward me, still as unsteady as a newborn colt from her orgasm.

  “Mr. Phillips?” she sighs breathily. I take one of her hands in each of mine and put those little fingers gently on my shoulders for balance. It seems to help. Evie stands a little steadier, and that’s good because I’m about to bring her in for another wild ride.

  Slowly, oh so slowly, I reach two fingers down to lightly tease her pussy lips. I massage her puffy labia, dipping slightly between the glossy folds to find her swollen flesh hot and steamy. She writhes and moans, tossing her head back with her eyes closed.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur. “Let me see.”

  And with two fingers, I pull her pussy lips back to gaze at her snatch, that beautiful interior channel on display for me. The brunette is bright pink on the insides, sopping wet and glistening. My mouth waters at the sight of her hole dripping with juices and her clit standing straight up, just begging for a kiss.

  So I oblige. I dip my head and press a kiss to her clit, lightly brushing my lips over that sensitive nub, the bundle of nerves so sensitive and tasty. Immediately, Evie screams, throwing her head back as her legs turn to jelly, causing her to practically collapse. Fortunately, I catch her before she falls. I bring the brunette up against my big chest and cradle her in my arms before placing her on my desk and helping her stretch out and get comfortable.

  “Let’s get rid of these,” I grind out. With one big sweep of my arm, a stack of papers is pushed to the floor. Fuck it. There are more important things than grading right now.

  Such as the girl writhing and sighing, nude and spread out on my desk. She’s playing with her nips as one hand slides down to rub her clit.

  “No, baby girl,” I reprimand, pulling her small hand away, “that’s for me.”

  Pulling her hips to the edge of the desk so that her butt is perched right on the ledge, I spread her legs, holding those meaty thighs apart so that her kitty is wet and on full display. Without waiting a moment more, I dive in. I lap that beautiful cunt, tasting her juice on my lips, and drink her ambrosia, tracing every crevice and every curve with my tongue. And as I do so, Evie creams and gushes even more, crying out my name.

  “Stone, Stone!” she gasps. “More!”

  And I’m only too happy to oblige. I pull her plush pussy lips apart with my fingers and angle my head for a deeper dive, pushing my tongue deep into her snatch, up that tight channel. And that’s when I feel it. My tongue flicks against a rubbery barrier in that pretty pussy, unbroken and whole … and completely unexpected.

  Pulling back immediately, I rai
se my head and shoot her a stunned look.

  “Really?” I rasp. “Really?”

  Evie seems to know exactly what has happened. Her knees slam shut and her face colors, the blush spreading enticingly over those beautiful breasts. Her chin quivers as she whispers, “Mr. Phillips, I didn’t know … I didn’t know you could lick my hymen.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Evie

  My secret is out. My embarrassing, humiliating secret has been discovered in the most embarrassing, humiliating way possible. Because how many eighteen-year-old virgins still exist? I’m probably the only one alive – the only girl with her cherry still intact.

  I just never found the right guy; I’ve never found a man I want to be with. Until last year, hardly any guys had even noticed me, I was so boy-like and flat. And the few dates that I had gone on were completely uninteresting. In fact, they had kind of turned me off of the male sex. One guy had been like a slavering dog. His kiss had drenched me in saliva, and I’d been grossed out, it was so smelly and disgusting.

  And another guy had had a really high-pitched voice, like an Oompa Loompa who’d inhaled helium for fun. I don’t mean to be crazy picky, but dating someone who reminds me of a character from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory just isn’t my thing. It had crossed my mind that maybe he had some kind of hormonal disorder that I’d never heard of, but as sorry as I felt for the boy, I couldn’t bring myself to continue dating him.

  So I’d stuck with my naughty books instead, staying up nights to read on my Kindle, a hand between my legs. Except that the fantasies had left me with an unfortunate problem – my virginity – which Mr. Phillips has just discovered.

  “I-I’m so sorry,” I whisper, unable to meet his gaze. “I thought that if I didn’t say anything, you’d ….” I can’t even finish the sentence, I’m so miserable.

  “You thought I’d push my dick in and it’d be too late?” the big man grinds out, his eyes never leaving my face.