OMG! My hot prof is a handjob genius! Crazy Tease & Denial by TheMagicMuffin

Oh man, where do I even begin with this one? So this chick, I’m pretty sure she was the hottest thing to walk the halls of my university. I like, had a crush on her since freshmen year. Tall, slim but with these killer curves in all the right places, nice plump tits, a tight little ass, and a pair of long slender legs I just wanted to spread open and…

Woah, getting ahead of myself here. Let me back up. So we’re in our grad level digital media class, and the prof goes and hands out the grades for our latest project. I’m feeling pretty damn good, I kicked ass on mine as usual. But then this one girl, Jasmine I think her name is, she comes up and starts talking to the prof about how her grade is a bit too low. And shit, the prof is like total eye candy, hot enough to be on one of those nerdy porn sites. Blonde, blue eyes, great rack. It’s like my two biggest fantasies colliding right there.

Then it happened. The fucking unthinkable. Jasmine starts rubbing the prof’s dick through his pants. I mean, he’s obviously shocked, struggling to maintain composure. But man, no complaints from me, my dick was already getting hard. The prof tells Jasmine to leave what grade she has, he’ll fix it. But she’s not having it.

She reaches down and undoes his fly. The prof tries to protest, but his protests fade away when she pulls out his cock. Damn, is that thing always hard like that? I squirm in my seat, my own dick straining against my pants. The professor looks uncomfortable as hell, glancing around, terrified someone will walk in. But fuck that, if someone is crazy enough to walk in on him getting jerked off by one of his students, I wanna be there.

Jasmine gets down on her knees right there in the classroom. Makes me want to be in that position, face buried between her thighs. She starts stroking the prof off, all slow and deliberate, as he moans quietly. He tries to cover his mouth, but it’s not helping. I can hear every whimper and groan echoing through the room. My hand drifts to my own crotch as Jasmine speeds up her motions. The prof’s cock is throbbing against her hand, clearly desperate for release.

But Jasmine has other plans. With an evil little grin, she pulls away, leaving the prof’s cock bobbing in the air, so horny, so needy. She leans in close, her tits right in the poor guy’s face, and whispers, “Maybe next time, you’ll be nicer about my grades, hmm?”

Then she gets up, gives his cock a final teasing little lick, and walks out, leaving the professor a red-faced, pants-down, painfully horny mess. I shakily make my way out, barely able to walk with how bad I need to jerk off.

You think this is the end of my story? Fuck that. The next week, rumor has it Jasmine and a couple other girls in the class cornered the prof again. Similar situation – she gives him a handjob that stops short of making him cum, just when he’s dying for release. Rinse and repeat for the next few weeks. The prof looks more and more miserable each day, getting hornier and hornier.

So anyway, fast forward to the day of the final exam. The prof looks like hell warmed over. Dark circles under his eyes, like he’s barely getting any sleep from the constant horniness I’m sure he’s dealing with. I sit there, completely unable to focus on the test, watching through the group members’ testicles as Jasmine walks up to the prof. She whispers something in his ear, and he nods numbly.

Then she grabs his hand, and oils it up with something from her pocket I can’t quite see. Whatever it is, it has him squirming. The girl back in my group lets out a shocked sob. That breaks the spell. The prof’s cock is out, Jasmine is oiling it up, and they’re actually doing what I think they’re doing. He’s fucked her right there in the office, on her desk, while everyone’s test is still going on.

The sounds pour into the other room – Jasmine’s moans, the prof’s muffled grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin. I stare down at my test, completely unseeing, my own dick rock hard. I glance over, and some of the girls are finger fucking themselves. A few of the guys have their cocks out, jerking off with single-minded desperation. A perfect orgy of pent up frustration, all keyed up from our months of teasing the prof and his humiliation.

I don’t remember the actual end of the exam, or if I even managed to get my final in. My world narrowed down to those sounds, to Jasmine’s moans rising and falling in pitch as the prof finally fucks her to a screaming orgasm. I fucking blow my load in my pants as he gives one last hard thrust and unloads inside her. In the silence of the professor and students coming down from their mutual high, I hear snuffles as they all frantically try to cover their tracks.

In the aftermath, I can’t help but admit it. Flawed as the lesson was, I learned something. Raw sexual power based on social position and physical appeal is a dangerous force. One I’d never realized I possessed. I think I’ll use it more responsibly in the future. But as I see Jasmine sauntering out with a perfect smug little smile, my cock throbbing as I watch her perfect ass sashay out the door, I know I’ll enjoy my new power too. I’ll just, y’know, not be a complete dick about it like she was. Lesson learned, I guess.