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I used to masturbate to this fantasy when I was in universit..
🕑 Added 2023-02-19 00:57:16 +0000 UTC I used to masturbate to this fantasy when I was in university. It still turns me on now... đź’Ś I carefully pack my books into my bag as the bell sounds, noticing an abundant, wet warmth in my panties as I stand up. I’m so fucking horny, I think to myself. I check the time, wondering if I have time to me.et my boyfriend before my next class. I could ask him to me.et me behind the gym. I could ask him to bend me over. I could ask him to fuck me, hard. I could ask him to hold his hand over my mouth while he pounds me, so that nobody hears us. Fuck, I really am horny, I think. I take my phone out of coat pocket and text him. I can feel my pulse between my legs as I make my way out of the classroom and down the corridor, heading towards the gym. My wetness spreading to my inner thighs as I walk, almost jogging, to me.et him. The gym building is set back from the rest of the university grounds. It’s quiet – nobody hangs out there. He’s already waiting there when I arrive. We’ve been seeing each other for a little over three months now. He’s popular, handsome. He’s not dumb. A good kisser. We don’t have much in common, really. And I prefer older men. I doubt we’ll stay together past the end of this semester, but he’s as horny as me so it works. As soon as I see him, I drop my backpack on the ground, and break into a run. I throw myself onto him. He smells good and I want him. Without saying a word, I slip his jacket off over his shoulders and kiss him fully on the lips. My heart is racing and I’m breathing heavily now, almost frantically, as I begin unbuckling his belt. I can feel his cock through his pants. It’s rock hard, throbbing. I’m desperate for it. I place my hands on the fabric at his hips, slowly getting down on my knees, drawing his pants down while I gaze up into his eyes, smiling sweetly. His cock emerges as his pants lower. “Mine” I whisper, as I close my fingers around it tightly, closing my eyes. “ALRIGHT, YOU TWO!” A voice bellows behind us. I freeze on my knees as Stefan scrabbles with his pants, tripping over as he tries to pull them up. I slowly rise, acutely aware of how sodden my panties are. I shoot a quick wide-eyed glance at him before I turn around. It’s Professor Matthews. My form tutor. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I think. This is bad. “Stefan, go immediately to Mrs Miller’s office. Margot, follow me” He says, sternly, turning around and heading in the opposite direction. Stefan turns on his heel and sheepishly takes off. I push my glasses back up my nose, pick up my backpack and begin following Professor Matthews. His long strides carry him quickly and I have to walk fast to keep up. We arrive at his office. He unlocks the door with a key and holds it open. “In you go” he says, nodding his head to gesture me inside. His tall, physique half filling the doorway, I feel him shadowing over me as I brush past him, closely, into the room. He follows me in. “Please, take a seat” he says, pointing to a chair set in front of his desk. I place my backpack on the floor and sit down, tucking my skirt underneath me, conscious that I may leave a wet mark on the seat. I sit on my hands and look at the floor, biting my lip. “Margot, what were you doing behind the gym?” he asks. I stay quiet. My gaze fixed on my white socks. “I won’t ask you again” I stay quiet. “Fine. Then, I’m going to have to write to your parents and let them know what I think happened” “No!” I look up at him. “Please, sir, don’t!” Fuck. I begin to panic. My Mum would lose her mind if she found out I was having sex – let alone doing it on campus. “I don’t see an alternative way to deal with this, unfortunately”. “sir…” I gaze into his eye’s, pleading with him. “Can you tell me exactly what it was you were doing, Margot?” I look down, feeling myself blush. I push my glasses back up my nose. “I just want to be absolutely sure I’ve got it right” I say nothing. He sighs, becoming impatient with my silence. “Margot, stand up.” He says I look up at him. What is he doing? I think to myself. I stand, slowly. I’m unsure. “Come here” he turns his chair and gestures to his side of the desk. Pointing just in front of him. I make my way around his desk and stand before him. I avoid his gaze. “If you’re not willing to tell me what you were doing with Stefan behind the gym, then you’re going to have to show me” Our eyes me.et. He isn’t joking. I feel my heartrate quicken. “I don’t want to have to write to your parents. You don’t want that, do you Margot?” I stay silent, but my eyes trace down his body, landing between his legs. I can see his cock through his pants. He’s hard. It turns me on. I reflexively bite my lip, pushing my glasses back up my nose and look back into his eyes. He’s studying my reaction and senses my reluctant agreement. He leans back in his chair and slowly unbuckles his belt, looking up at me. He pushes his pants down and takes his cock in his fist. I feel my cheeks blush. “Come and show me exactly what you were doing, Margot. Be a *good girl*” *This fantasy depicts me at university age, which is 18+
