College girls can be so brutal…
Everyone on campus knew that Professor Rogers was a huge pervert. He had a fetish for college girls, especially the petite brunette ones like me. I did my best to ignore the stares down my shirts and the hand on the small of my back as he looked at my work. It was hard to focus with his cock throbbing a foot away from my face in his pants. I decided that enough was enough and set up a plan.
It was easy to get him to my dorm room and I could tell he was eager. I opened the door and he was visibly shocked to see me in a crop top barely covering my tits and a pair of shorts. Smiling, I let him in and he fumbled to get out the papers I asked to go over. We both knew what he wanted and I was loving the attention. He stuttered something about how not many college girls wanted extra help. I sat next to him on my bed, close enough to press my chest against his arm. Mr. Rogers seemed to like that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Before he could begin his lesson I climbed onto his lap and straddled him. He didn’t even try to protest as I started to grind my hips against his throbbing cock. I had a hand on his tie, holding it tight as I undid his belt and pants. I slowly made my way to my feet and started pulling his pants off as I kissed and licked his neck. A smile grew across my face as I slipped my top off and turned around to grind my ass against his shaft.
So close and yet so far
Mr. Rogers grabbed my ass and started to slide my shorts off. I turned around and climbed back onto his lap before he could get them off. I continued to grind my hips against him as I bit his neck. His cock was pulsating against me and he was trying to desperately to get me to let him fuck me. He was close to cumming and as his breath quickened I dragged my nails down his chest. Mr. Rogers moaned and he was pushing up against me now.
He needed to cum and he didn’t care how. At that moment I stood up, threw my shirt on and left the dorm. I could hear his frustration and confusion in his breath. It was beautiful how easy it was to tease him. I don’t think Mr. Rogers will be looking at me anymore. I will be surprised if he is back in class. The student becomes the teacher.
