sanescientist: Zoe was getting ready for the study session with her psychology professor when she fe
sanescientist: Zoe was getting ready for the study session with her psychology professor when she felt a odd sensation in her panties. Walking over to the mirror, she pulled them down slowly and stared dumbfounded at her body. “Wh-what the f…” she said, touching her bare mons. Images flashed in her mind. On her back, legs spread as her professor fucked her hard. Next to her, her fellow students watched, dazed as they played with their pussies. They were chanting… Something, but she couldn’t make it out. Zoe shook her head. ‘Weird. I’ve never fantasised about Edwards that way before…’ Looking further up, she noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her netted top. Gently, she squeezed her breasts and more images appeared. She was on her knees, with a few other students. The professor was stood over swinging a pendant in one hand as he sprayed cum on their chests. The feeling of hot jizz squrting onto her tits as she held them up felt so real, like a memory of the night before. The ringing phone made her jump and shook her from her reverie. There was no name for the contact, just ‘101’. Curious, she answered the call. “This is Professor Edwards. Turn your mind to channel 101.” Zoe’s eyebrows furrowed. When had she given him her… Her thoughts ground to a halt, she walked over to the bedroom door, closed it and walked over to the bed. With one hand on the phone and the other moving between her legs, her mouth began to move of its own accord. “Zoe hears and obeys, Professor.” she sighed as her middle finger gently rubbed her clit. “Good girl. Change of venue. My house. 8 o'clock… And now for some further instructions to prepare you… Feel your mind go deeper for me… So deep…” The professor continued to speak, but the words didn’t seem to stick in her conscious mind. It didn’t matter as her mouth was thankfully replying for her. “Yes, Professor, completely bald… Yes, Professor, I’ll send pictures… Yes, Professor, I’m very wet.” Zoe’s hand moved faster now and her mouth was grunting and moaning before letting out a gasp followed by a high-pitched squeal. “Thank you, Professor… Yes, Professor, no panties… Good bye Profesor.” Zoe sat on the bed for a few moments as her thoughts gathered again. Taking her hand out from between her legs, she stood up, walked over to the mirror and looked at her cunt. ‘Perfect’ she thought to herself as she slid down her soaked panties. ‘Won’t be needing these!’ Discarded, she reached over for her phone and started snapping photos in various poses as she looked forward to the study session. They were always so relaxing… -- source link