Posted by Campus Tease on February 15th

Hey everyone, it’s your favorite anonymous college vixen here, spilling the tea on my dirtiest little secret. You know that rush when you’re grinding against someone forbidden, heart pounding because one wrong move could blow everything up? That’s my life right now with Professor H. He’s my lit professor… tall, broad-shouldered, with that salt-and-pepper hair and eyes that strip you bare during office hours. But behind closed doors (and sometimes not so closed), he’s the one who makes me drip with need. We’ve been fucking in secret for months, and keeping it hidden at school? It’s the hottest game ever. Let me take you through one of our steamiest phone sessions that had me touching myself just remembering it.

It started last Tuesday night. I was in my dorm, door locked, lights dimmed low. My roommate was out, thank god, because Professor H called me right at 10 PM sharp. His voice came through the phone, low and commanding: “Tell me what you’re wearing, slut. And don’t lie, I know you’re already wet thinking about me.”

Professor On The Mind

I bit my lip, glancing down at my tiny tank top clinging to my perky tits, nipples hard just from hearing him. No bra, of course. My shorts were barely there, riding up my ass. “Just my sleep shirt and shorts, sir,” I whispered, my hand already slipping under the waistband. “But I’m not wearing panties. I shaved smooth for you today, like you told me to.”

He groaned, and I could picture him in his office at home, probably stroking that thick cock I love so much. “Good girl. Spread your legs for me. Touch that pussy and describe it. I want to hear how soaked you are from class today, when I stared at you while you crossed your thighs.”

Class had been torture. Sitting in the front row, I felt his gaze burning into me as he lectured on forbidden desires in literature. I shifted in my seat, my clit throbbing under my skirt, knowing he’d fucked me raw in his office just yesterday. Now, on the phone, my fingers parted my slick folds, and I gasped. “It’s so wet, Professor. My pussy lips are swollen, and my hole is clenching for your cock. I can feel the cream starting to leak out.”

“Rub your clit slow,” he ordered, his breath hitching. “Imagine it’s my tongue from last time, when I ate you out on my desk after everyone left. You came so hard you squirted on my tie.”

Princess Always Squirts For Professor!

Fuck, that memory hit me like a wave. I’d snuck into his office after hours, locked the door, and hiked up my skirt. He dropped to his knees, yanked my panties aside, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my clit, sucking it into his mouth while two fingers plunged deep into my tight cunt, curling to hit that spot that makes me scream. I gripped the desk edges, biting my fist to stay quiet as students milled outside. When I came, it gushed over his chin, soaking his shirt. He stood up, unzipped, and rammed his cock into me without warning, pounding my pussy until he filled me with hot cum, plugging it in so it wouldn’t drip down my legs on the walk back to my dorm.

On the phone, I moaned his name, circling my clit faster. “I want you to fuck me again, sir. Right there in school, where anyone could catch us.”

“Oh, I will,” he promised, his voice rough. “Tomorrow, during your ‘tutoring’ session. You’ll bend over my desk, ass up, and I’ll slide into that greedy pussy from behind. But first, finger yourself now. Two fingers, deep as you can. Pretend it’s my dick stretching you.”

I obeyed, pushing two digits into my soaking hole, the squelch audible even over the phone. My walls gripped them tight, and I pumped in and out, my thumb on my clit. “It’s not enough,” I whined. “Your cock is so much thicker. I need you to wreck me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Add a third. Make it hurt a little, like when I spank your ass red before I fuck it. Remember last week in the supply closet? You were such a naughty slut, begging for it while I choked you lightly and thrust into your throat.”

Risking It All For The Cum

That closet hookup was pure risk. We’d ducked in during lunch break, the door barely latched. He pinned me against the shelves, hand over my mouth as he freed his hard shaft and shoved it down my throat. I gagged, tears streaming, but sucked hungrily, my tongue swirling around the head while he face-fucked me. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my uniform top. Then he spun me around, yanked my jeans down, and slammed into my ass—no lube, just my spit. The burn made me cry out into his palm, but I pushed back, loving how he claimed every hole. He came deep in my ass, pulling out to watch it leak before stuffing my panties back in to hold it.

Now, with three fingers buried in my pussy, I was close. “I’m gonna cum, Professor,” I panted. “Please, tell me to.”

“Cum for me, you dirty little student,” he growled. “Squirt on those sheets like the whore you are. And tomorrow, you’ll wear that short skirt with no underwear, so I can finger you under the desk during lecture if I want. No one will know why you’re squirming.”

That pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me, pussy spasming around my fingers as juices soaked my hand and thighs. I cried out, muffled into my pillow, waves of pleasure making my toes curl. On the other end, he grunted, and I knew he was shooting ropes of cum, probably all over a photo of me he’d snapped during one of our quickies.

The Grand Finale

We hung up breathless, but the real fun’s always in person. Keeping this hidden amps everything up… the stolen glances in the hallway, the way I ‘accidentally’ brush against him in the crowded elevator, feeling his cock twitch through his pants. At school, I’m the innocent co-ed acing his class; in secret, I’m his personal fucktoy, ready to drop to my knees or spread wide whenever he snaps his fingers.

Who’s got a forbidden crush like this? Spill in the comments! I live for the thrill. Stay slutty, darlings.

XOXO, Campus Tease Annabelle