Professor made me his personal sextoy

“Open your panties,” he said.

I was standing there in front of him. I was speechless, shocked, and astonished. My cheeks were red, and my hands were shivering.

“Open it.” This time, he was louder. “OPEN!”

Then, I felt a push on me.

I woke up. And my mother was constantly asking me to get up from my sleep.
Was it a dream? Wow!

I am Trisha. I am 19 years old, and this is a true story. I study at a very reputable college in Kolkata. I am currently doing my bachelor’s in commerce.
Being a topper throughout my school, I am considered a nerd. But I feel I have that naughtiness in me which is still unexplored.

It has already been a year in college. I have made friends. Since I am a nerd, boys don’t give me a lot of focus. And I am okay with it. I don’t like boys. I like men.

I am a huge fan of smut, and therefore, my attraction towards dad bods has deepened even more. But I didn’t find anyone till my 2nd semester.

This may sound explicit. But he is my professor. Rajiv Sir. He is tall, well-built, has a salt-and-pepper beard, and looks dapper in formals. He is in his 50s, but anyone can confuse him for being 35 years old.

I have heard he is divorced, but this was just a story that I had heard. I wasn’t sure of it. He teaches me accounts this semester, and I have never missed his classes.

I never saw him talking in a high pitch or scolding us. He has always been this sweet, caring professor, which is a rarity nowadays. You are correct. I consistently consult my professors to resolve my uncertainties, as I am a nerd.

But there was something about Rajiv Sir that always stopped me from asking my doubts. But there was this one problem that I could not solve, so I had to go to him after class. He was very happy. After all, a student had come to him to solve his doubts.

I was wearing a crop top and skinny jeans that day. He asked me to sit on a chair, and he sat opposite me. The class was empty, and everyone had left. I was turning the pages of the book to reach the problem, and I felt him staring at my boobs.

I waited for some time, and as soon as I lifted my eyes, he changed his gaze. He didn’t realise that I had caught him staring at me. Although I was ecstatic that such an attractive professor was directing his gaze towards me, I refrained from conveying my sentiments to him.

I somehow managed to resolve my doubt and left. As I was near the door, he said, “Take my number, Trisha. If you have any more doubts, you can directly message me.” I reached home and messaged him, “Thank you,” with a smile emoji.

We started chatting, and very strangely, he opened up to me. He told me how lonely he was at this age. He had a son who was also ignorant of him. Overall, I got to know that his life was not good, and he lacked a partner to talk to.

Slowly, we created that bond, and I became his favourite student. I used to stay back after class and talk to him. One day, I was talking to him, and suddenly, he pulled me close and kissed me.

I break the kiss, but he pulls me again, and this time the kiss is deep. We felt we both needed it. I felt a rush of electric current flow through me. He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “I like you.” I gave back a smile and ran away.

I could not sleep that day, and we talked for the entire night. Slowly kissing him after class became a routine. We started going out on dates on weekends, and he used to buy me a gift.

One day, he invited me to his house and said he had a special gift for me. As soon as I reached his house, he welcomed me with a kiss. We then climbed the stairs up to his living room, where he asked me to be comfortable on his sofa.

He then went to the bedroom and asked me to wait. He came back with a gift pack in his hand and asked me to open it. As I opened it, my eyes popped out of my sockets. I was red.

It had a black lacy lingerie set and a sexy noodle strap mini skirt. He showed me his way to the bedroom and asked me to change. Something in me wanted to obey him. I went inside and changed into that dress.

I was looking different and hot. I came out and saw him ogling at me. He was clearly starving for years. He was looking at me like a lion looks at its prey. He came close and just picked me up. He carried me to his bed and threw me on it.

He opened his shirt, and for the first time, I saw his bare body. I was clearly turned on. He started kissing me from my feet to my thighs, and he pulled my dress up to my waist. He just tore open the lacy panties and started ravaging my pussy.

He wasn’t just eating. He was devouring me with his tongue and teeth. Within minutes, I felt my body tremble and came into his mouth. He came up to kiss me, and he made me eat my cum. He pulled open my dress and bra and made sure to give me hickeys all over my boobs.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. I could see the bulge under his underwear. He asked me to pull his boxers down. I obliged like a good girl. His 7-inch-long throbbing cock started dangling in front of me. It was thick and huge.

He held the back of my neck and just pushed it into my mouth. Before I could say anything or move, he started fucking my mouth. I was out of breath. I was messy, and my saliva was all over his pubes.

When he was rock hard, he pulled out of my mouth, turned me around, got me on my fours and pushed it in my pussy raw. He went deep and hard. I could feel my insides convulsing, and I felt another orgasm building. When the second orgasm hit me, I blacked out for a few seconds.

I returned to my senses with his loud groan and his hot cum getting shot inside me. He pulled out and slept beside me. We both were panting, and I looked at him. He was satisfied, and so was I. He kissed me again.

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