Chapter 42 — The University. (2)

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 — The University. (2)

A low, soft groan escaped his lips at that exact moment.

Sadie’s thumb had drifted upward, lightly playing over the sensitive crown of his cock and massaging the fresh beads of clear precum across the head.

Without breaking rhythm, she briefly lifted her hand to her mouth, coated her palm and fingers in a glistening trail of warm saliva, and brought her wet hand back down onto him.

She immediately resumed her masterful, lewd handjob, her fingers sliding up and down his hardened length with wet, squelching friction.

Every stroke was deliberate and perfectly tuned to the command she had been given.

Arthur shifted his attention away from the lingering glances of his classmates, letting his gaze drift up toward the front of the lecture hall.

Standing by the projector was the professor, a strikingly curvaceous woman who immediately commanded the room’s attention.

She had shoulder-length dark green hair that framed a sharp, engaging face, and stunning hazel eyes that swept over the students.

She wore a long, sophisticated gray dress that fell gracefully to her ankles.

A daring, high slit sliced up one side of the fabric, offering tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, creamy thighs with every step she took across the stage.

Complementing the lower slit, the dress featured a plunging neckline that generously displayed the heavy, ample rise of her bosom.

Projecting an air of effortless confidence and authority.

She paced back and forth as she lectured the room on the fundamental principles of drama.

Effortlessly holding the class’s focus while Arthur silently observed every seductive detail.

"Welcome, everyone, to the fundamentals of performance," the professor began, her rich voice carrying effortlessly across the hall.

"Theatre has a long history, but Full fledged theatre production has a surprisingly Short history."

"And Drama is not merely acting out a script; it is the raw embodiment of human emotion, breathing life into conflict on stage and commanding the entire room with your presence."

Arthur’s imagination ran wild as he watched her pace across the stage.

He pictured her locking eyes with him mid-sentence, calling him out in front of the entire lecture hall with a knowing smirk.

"Can’t seem to focus on class, Mr. Arthur? I noticed your eyes keep drifting to my tits. Would you like a closer look at them?" her phantom voice teased in his head.

"Yes, yes I would," he mentally replied, a dark, amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, well then, I suppose it can’t be helped."

In his mind’s eye, the fantasy shifted into high gear.

Right there on the raised stage, she reached down and unzipped her long gray dress, letting the fabric pool at her feet.

She stood before the class completely naked save for a pair of matching lace panties, completely unfazed by the stunned silence of the students.

A thick, wet string of translucent arousal stretched temptingly between her soaked pussy and the fabric of her underwear as pulled it down and she kicked the fallen dress aside with one creamy, bare leg.

"There, how is that now? Do you like it?" she purred in his imagination, locking her striking hazel eyes directly onto his.

While Sadie’s hand kept rhythmically pumping his hardening length below the desk.

Arthur swallowed hard, his throat tightening as his vivid daydream escalated.

In his mind, the dark-green-haired professor slowly lifted her own hands, cupping her heavy, ample breasts and kneading them with a deliberate, hungry rhythm.

"Do you want to touch them?" she whispered seductively across the silent lecture hall in his imagination, biting her lower lip in a blatant, reckless invitation.

In the fantasy, he abandoned his seat, marching straight up to the stage and grabbing her soft, overwhelming tits, mauling them in a rough, rhythmic motion while squeezing both mounds hard in his palms.

"That’s right... just a little gently at first, ahn..."

She whimpered, her body trembling violently as he suddenly pinched her hard, erect nipples and pulled them sharply upward.

"Ah! Don’t pinch them too hard like that all of a sudden..."

"If you want, we can do something even better," she murmured in his head, her gaze dropping meaningfully down toward his groin while her hand stroked his throbbing length.

In the heat of the fantasy, Arthur pulled her aggressively toward him with a low grunt.

Her hands moved gently over him before she dropped smoothly to her knees right there on the stage, her warm tongue darting out to lick up the length of his heavy shaft.

"Do you like this?" she asked against his skin, swirling her tongue over the crown.

She took the heavy head of his cock deep inside her warm mouth, drawing a low hiss of pleasure from him.

"It feels good," he muttered in the daydream.

She pulled back just enough to press a soft kiss against the tip, then blew a cloud of hot, damp breath directly over his sensitive skin.

Looking up at him through her hazel eyes with a wicked, breathless grin, she whispered.

"Oh my... it has gotten so hard. Do you want to put it inside your professor’s pussy?"

In the vivid haze of his imagination, Arthur didn’t hesitate.

He hoisted her up, pushing her back onto the edge of the large desk at the front of the lecture hall.

Wrapping his arms securely around her waist and the back of her neck, he aligned himself and drove straight inside her core in one deep, seamless stroke.

"Kyaa... a bit slower~" she teased, a playful, breathless smile gracing her lips even as the sudden invasion stole her breath.

He leaned down and captured her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to duel with hers as their saliva mixed.

After a relentless few minutes of driving into her from behind in a fierce doggy-style rhythm, he smoothly shifted her position, turning her onto her back in a classic missionary stance.

He pinned one of her hands above her head while his heavy, punishing thrusts and relentless grinding never slowed for a single second.

Their tongues plunged together again, greedily drinking in each other’s breath and moans.

Shifting her once more, he pulled her onto her side, sliding a hand up her smooth thigh and hooking it high over his hip to carve out an even deeper, more punishing angle into her wet core.

"Ah... ahn... ahh..." she panted, her eyes glazing over.

"You’re so tight, Prof," he muttered against her skin.

"Hnnng... Do you like it so much... doing it with your professor?" she gasped out.

"Yes. I’m gonna fill your womb with my cum," he growled.

"Haa... aah..." she could only whimper and moan in helpless agreement.

Rolling her back onto her stomach, he resumed a savage, pounding pace from behind.

The heavy sound of his thighs crashing against her soft, creamy buttocks echoed loudly in the rhythm of plap, plap, plap.

One of his hands reached around, aggressively grabbing and kneading her heavy breasts, while his other hand furiously massaged her sensitive clit.

She gripped the edge of the wooden table with white-knuckled intensity as he drove forward with one final, crushing thrust, shooting his hot seed deep inside her womb.

"Yesh... ah... aah... hanng..."

She screamed out loud, arching into his touch, "Shoot it inside me! I want it all inside me!"

Pushed over the absolute edge by the relentless fondling of her tits and the brutal friction against her clit, her body seized violently.

With a sharp, breathless cry, she let loose, squirting a heavy flood of her own hot arousal down onto the stage floor.

"Yeeessss... haaang... aaaahhh—"

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