Just a simple Fantasy

Disclaimer: The title is self-explanatory and no offense is meant to anyone.
Warning: Explicit material M/F, Oral, Solo
A/N: Some days you just can’t keep the smut bunnies in the cage.

Just a simple fantasy

Some days, sitting in class is torture. We, the students, sit mutely watching him, the professor, diligently trying to draw us into a discussion. Some days, we, the students, perversely refuse to add anything at all to the elusive discussion and we all secretly enjoy the way he gets more and more flustered as the minutes creep by. I, the student, enjoy it more then most, not because I dislike the professor, or out of any spite, I just enjoy watching him, the professor.
There’s a sensual beauty to his tall lean frame and sometimes I find myself staring at the way his t-shirt snugly covers his torso. I sit and imagine the way the soft faded material would feel against my palms as I slide my hands over his muscular back, and I wonder what his soft blond hair smells like. I can’t help but admire him because he is beautifully male. Tall, lean and in possession of a smile that just stops time. Some day I find myself staring at him, his smile, his tight stomach, his tighter ass, and thinking things I really shouldn’t be. I, however posses a very active imagination and some days it’s hard to control.
Like today, I’m sitting in class and I should be thinking of scholarly things but instead I’m wondering how he tastes, how his slightly roughened hands would feel sliding over my breasts, how his palms would feel as they skim over my taunt nipples. It gets harder to concentrate as I wonder how those hands would feel if he slid them down between my legs and softly over my clit. I wonder how he likes to fuck. Is he a slow sensual lover? Is he the kind of man who likes silky caresses, long slow thrusts and the taste of pussy on his tongue? Or is he an energetic lover, quick and hard? Does he enjoy hot passionate sex on the floor, his cock slamming into me, adding that little bite of pain that makes a woman throw her head back and scream as she rides the wave? These questions run through my head as his hand runs through his hair at the front of his class and my nipples are hard and my pussy is wet and I’m sorta hoping he notices. Unfortunately class is a mere fifty minutes long and time flies when you fanaticizing over your hot collage professor.
Later that day I decide that I have pressing questions for that professor so I go to his office, and he’s alone and all of a sudden I just can’t help myself, I reach over and slide my finger over his zipper and smile as he gasps in surprise. My hand rest softly over his blue jean covered cock and I can feel him responding so stand up and walk over to him, my hand never leaving his body, until I’m standing over him. Looking up at me from his chair he begins to speak and because I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I kiss him, and unbutton his pants. Sliding to my knees, I’m intent on fulfilling my favorite naughty fantasy, I slide him free of his clothing and marvel at the beauty of his body, of his face and then I lean over and finally taste him. For a moment I pause and revel in the sensuality of having him in my mouth. There is nothing on the planet as beautiful and sexy the body of a naked man, and there is nothing as exciting as the look on a man’s face as I slide my mouth over his entire length and moan. He is amazingly sexy, the skin on his slightly exposed belly is a few shades lighter than his hands and face and his cock is smooth and wide and so, so warm in my mouth. With a soft groan I let myself melt into the sheer physical pleasure of sliding my mouth slowly over him, sucking just slightly as I reach the tip, my tongue playing softly over the ridge just below the throbbing head, I let my senses swim in the flavor of the drop of liquid that escapes him, and I moan softly as I take him fully into my throat. My heart is pounding as I increase the tempo, I love the way his hard cock is covered by such smooth silky skin, and I love the way he moans and gasps my name as my hand cradle his balls. My pussy clenches as he gasps with surprise and delight as my mouth slides away from him and recenters on his balls. My hands reach up and I slid my warm hand over him. It’s like clutching velvet wrapped steel and it makes me shudders softly. I can’t help but chuckle around his sac softly, as he thrust into me. Quickly I shift, mouth on cock, hand on balls, and look up. His face is an amazing tapestry of pleasure, for a moment I pause and just enjoy the look of utter pleasure in his eyes as looks down at me, then slowly, never losing the rhythm- up and down, slowly almost torturously over his cock as he thrusts into my throat, I reach down and slid my slacks down towards my knees, a shard of pure pleasure glides through me a he gasps at my underwear free body. My eyes never leave his as my hand strokes my warm wet pussy, I love the way his eyes glaze over as my finger strokes my clit and when cries out my name I thrust two finger deep into my body and I’m cumming. I ride it out, my finger thrusting deep into me and my cries surrounding his cock as he thrust, his head back and eyes closed, and then he’s cumming and I increase my tempo, fingers, mouth and cock all thrusting in rhythm and then I’m cumming again and this time I scream over his cock as he empties himself into me, Smiling I slide my slacks back up my hips and slowly release his quivering body, standing up I lean over and kiss him deeply, then I turn and leave.