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Holiday Hookups: Getting fucked by my professor on Easter

“The next time you touch yourself, remember this. Remember the time your professor fucked you in your bed and make you come?”

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My professor is a friend of the family. That is why he is here at Easter, having dinner with us. I wouldn’t mind so much if it were any other professor at the college I’m going to. But this is Professor Cross. The blue eyed, tall, twice my age, devilishly handsome professor of my English class. I’m not sure if he knows how many assignments have been about him. When we were tasked with writing short stories or to write a paper about someone in your life. It’s all been about him. I tried to be vague, using another name and another eyes colour, but in my mind I’m always picturing him.

I don’t say much during dinner, so scared that I’ll accidentally admit something that I shouldn’t, sighing in relief when the dinner is over and my dad invites Dean to the living room for some after dinner glass of whiskey. I head up to my room and shut the door.

I had gotten myself into such a frenzy during dinner than my panties were soaked in my arousal. I just watched as he ate each fork full of food, watched his Adam’s apple bob every time he swallowed. The way he moaned at the tasty food. I ground my pussy on the chair, trying to quell the ache to no avail.

I reach under my Easter themed dress that has a little rabbit on the chest, and pull my panties down my legs, wanting to throw them in the hamper.

Once they are in my hand I hear a voice behind me.

“Chloe.” Professor Cross says my name and I spin around.

“Professor!” I yelp, clutching my panties to my chest. “You scared me.” My chest heaves though as he steps closer. It’s less to do with shock and more about the way his lustful eyes look at me.

“What were you planning to do with those?” He nods to the panties and I swallow.

“Um, hamper. I was going to put them in the hamper.”

Dean takes my panties from me and brings them up to his nose, inhaling. My pussy pulses between my legs and arousal leaks down my thigh.

Dean grins and puts them in his pocket. I watch his hand shove the cotton into his pocket when I notice a bulge in his jeans. I gasp, never seeing one that big before.

“Professor Cross.” I whisper, my hand inching to reach out and touch it.

“Yes?” he says in his rich, low voice.

“T-those are mine.” is all I can think of to say.

He chuckles.

“Then why don’t you put your hand in my pocket and take them back?” He grins and I shake my head. “You can keep them,”

He tips my head up with his finger and it’s like time stops when he bends down and kisses me. My lips tingle and open, letting Dean slip his tongue into my mouth. I press my palms against his rock-hard chest and moan. His hands go around my waist, then behind me to cup my ass, bringing me closer to him.

I gasp when he lifts me up, my legs going around my waist. My core pressing against his length and he takes me to my bed. He lays me down and pulls my dress up and over my head, tossing it to the side. My bare breasts lay before him, nipples hard and sensitive.

He cups my breasts and leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, then taking it between his teeth, pulling. I mewl and he likes away the sting. He goes it to the other nipple before pulling back and lifting his shirt over his head and putting it in the same place as my dress.

My mouth opens as I look at his body. He has the most amazing set of abs I’ve ever seen. He takes my hands and places them on his stomach. I feel the hard muscles and warm skin under my palms.

Dean then slides his hand between my legs and rubs his fingertip over my little bud. I gasp and moan. He puts a little pressure onto my clit and rubs it, over and over again. My hips rock and I feel my juices run out of my pussy and down my crack.

I reach down to his belt and start tugging on it. So he pulls his hand away and unfastens his belt, pushes his pants down a bit and pulls out his enormous cock.

“Little Easter treat for you.” he says and I scoff.

“I wouldn’t say that’s little.”

He smiles and I scoot up the bed all the way to my pillows. He crawls up and settles his weight between my legs. I feel his throbbing length touch my pussy, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He grips his erection and runs it between my folds, making the head all wet.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, baby? Every class just waiting for the day you graduate so I could have you.”

“I haven’t graduated yet?” I gasp.

I will in a couple of months.

“I know. But I can’t wait anymore. I need to have you.” He rasps.

I nod, and he sinks into me. We both groan loudly and I pray that my folks don’t hear my Professor fucking me in my bedroom.

“Fuck,” Dean groans and starts rocking his hips.

His cock stretches me wide and fills me up so good.

“Oh, my God Dean,” I moan.

Dean grips my jaw and says, “Until you graduate, you will call me Professor.” He gives me a wicked grin and I shiver.

“Professor,” I whimper.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises and I can’t help the fluttering in my chest as a bunch of butterflies take flight.

He keeps his hand on my jaw as his other hand grips a rung on my headboard. He thrusts into me, again and again. His hips dipping as the head of his cock drags against my special spot.

“Professor,” I moan, my feet dinning into his ass.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Does your professor get you all hot and bothered?”

I nod.

“Whenever you are alone in his bedroom, do you think about me? While you got those delicate fingers inside your tight pussy.”

I nod again.

“The next time you touch yourself, remember this. Remember the time your professor fucked you in your bed and make you come?”

I nod as I felt my pussy grip him tighter. My body was tightening all over as my orgasm was coming close. He fucks me harder with long and deep strokes. My bed rocks, then I hear the rhythmic taping of the headboard against the wall.

Dean thrusts into me one more time and I come. He covers my mouth with his hand as I cry out in pleasure. He leans next to my ear and growls as he comes in me. His cock soots out thick ropes of cum, coating my inner walls.

“Fuuuuck,” He groans, “That’s it, Chloe. Such a good girl, taking your professor’s cock like that.” Take all my cum, baby. It’s all for you.”

I whimper as he pulls out and dips his head between my legs. He laps at me. Licking up his cum and mine. Sucking my clit until I’m coming against. My legs clamp around his head and I shake as my second orgasm takes me over.

When he’s finished and my body is too sensitive to keep going, he lies next to me. Petting my hair and kissing my lips.

“Good girl,” is the last thing I hear him say before I fall asleep.

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