Zoom university to sucking diick in a seda

Our online English class was over. I spent the past hour and half ignoring the lecture on symbolism in Frankenstein and instead staring at the hot professor. I fantasised about sucking dick and sent him some flirty messages on Zoom. But I didn't expect much.

Two hours later, we were still in the car of his friend, driving down an alleyway near my university. He offered me a cigarette and the vehicle smelled like cigarette smoke.

"I don’t smoke, thank-you professor."

Instantaneously, his grin grew larger and I noticed the bulge in the bottom of his pants. "You're not too naughty, aren't you?"

I wanted to prove him wrong so I leaned in closer, and started rubbing his cock on his jeans. "Would that be a bad thing?"

He reached for my head, pulled it closer to his and kissed me. He reached for my mouth and pushed me down to his crotch.

"Do you want a good girl?"

I pulled his hard cock out of my ear and began to stroke it. I bowed down gently, putting my lips around his head. As I was sucking dick, he let out a loud mumble and began to pull at my hair.

It was a sign that I should keep going. I pushed my lips down the shaft of his head. His head touched my throat, and I giddy a bit in response. I pushed my head down and pulled my hair back.

My professor had been a great mentor and I spent hours dreaming about this moment. His cock was now in my mouth, and he was using me at his own leisure. While I tried to not gag, he continued to fuck my face.

Like his most recent essay, I failed.

He looked up at me with watery eyes and pushed my head away, moving me back into the passenger seat. "Why professor?"

He quickly adjusted the dial to the side of my chair so that I could lie down flat. He then climbed up on top of me and kissed me.

As he held my hands high above my head, I groaned against him. He paused for a moment, grinning with delight. He moaned, "You like it rough , aren't you?"

He was encouraged more by my nodding. He began to rub my tits, sliding his hands underneath my shirt. His intense movements and the cold autumn air made my nipples harden quickly.

He then began rolling my nipples under his thumb and forefinger. He began to gently touch my nipples, and then he started pinching and tugging. I couldn't contain my grunting; I was filling his tiny sedan with the sounds and pleasures of my delight.

I let him do the talking and relaxed.

My body was still rubbing against his crotch. I was still grinding my body against his cock. It was getting bigger and larger; it seemed to be filling up my throat and mouth even more than it was just a few moments ago.

Instinctively I tried to let go of his grasp and start rubbing his cock. He muttered "Just one", while pinning one arm above his head.

I let go of his cock and pulled his pants down the same way. He took his hand from my tit, which he was still manipulating using his rough fingers. He took my dress off with his free hand.

In a simple lace thong with a backless bra, I was sitting in the car of my professor. His hair was slightly greying and he suddenly appeared so big in front of me. He was 40 years old and had barely any stomach. I wouldn't have believed he taught English to make a living, rather than Crossfit.

His fingers traced slowly down to my pussy. This was a refreshing change from his previous rough movements. His slow movements around my bikini line were accompanied by small circles as his fingers traced my inner thighs.

I could feel myself getting wetter and more wetter. He could definitely feel my wetness through his thong. I pulled myself closer to his fingers, asking him to touch my pussy and quit teasing.

Under his breath, he said "You little slut."

He took his hands from my pussy and reached towards my face with both hands, giving me a passionate kiss.

His fingers instantly returned to my dripping lips and he began to rub over my thong. Then he slipped one finger under the fabric. His proximity to my clit made it feel electric and I felt like I could have an orgasm right now.

He grew closer to me, finally rubbing his thumb on my wet mound and inserting a finger in my pussy.

He played with me until it was too much for me. As he moved quickly in and out of the room, I could feel my skin getting soaked. Sometimes he would stop to tease me.

He took his cock and stroked it harder than ever before.

I could feel the wetness in his cum and my wet pussy. I smiled at myself. He gently pushed his head inside of me and I let out an enormous moan.

He started pumping in me, his large cock stretching me in ways I'd never experienced with other boys.

He pinned me down with his arms and made me feel like a little toy. It was a wonderful experience that I loved until I heard the police sirens becoming louder.

Both of us stopped to see a campus security vehicle coming our way. He quickly pulled my throbbing cock from me and released my arms.

As I pulled on my gown, he put on his shirt and we waited for them. What were two students and a professor doing in this hot car?

The security guard let us go, so we made up a ridiculous story about not wanting public transport during these times.

My professor looked at me as soon as the guard had left and said, "We'll do this again."