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Nina laughs as she stands with her friends in the university courtyard, adjusting the bag slung over her shoulder. The girls move towards the entrance hall with the large staircase, chatting slowly and incessantly.
Most of the students have already gone inside and it’s only a few minutes before the lesson starts in the auditorium, but Nina is just feeling good on this warm summer morning and so she doesn’t let herself be hurried.
She walks leisurely up the stairs and heads for the lecture hall, the group splits up a bit, people take their seats and Nina sits in the front row with her best friend. She smiles because he is sitting at the lecturer’s desk at the front: the professor.
The semester started a few weeks ago and Nina is taking a new, additional subject so that she can be in his course. While she lays some documents and pens on the small desk in front of her, she never takes her eyes off him, never stops smiling and doesn’t even notice that her friend is talking.
He is wearing modern trousers for his age, a matching shirt and a sporty jacket, with comfortable sneakers. Not that he stands out with his style, but she thinks he always dresses very well and well-groomed. She herself is wearing a tight top with an inviting neckline, a short skirt, both in pastel colours, and white open high heels.
‘Are you listening?‘ her friend asks her, laughing, and pinches Nina on the side. “Stop it, man,” Nina laughs back, rearranges her things again and says with a matter-of-fact air: “Of course I’m listening.”
’Really? And what did I just ask you?‘ Ah, see? There you go, tell me…’ But the conversation is interrupted when the professor gets up and the lesson begins.
Again and again, Nina gazes longingly at him from her place in the front row, whenever she thinks he is looking at her a little longer. With her pretty smile, sometimes playing with a finger in her hair and sometimes slowly stroking a foot up her leg. But he continues as if he hadn’t seen any of this or didn’t want to pay attention to it.
Towards the end of the lesson, Nina is determined: he MUST notice her, take notice of her! So she clears her throat a little louder than necessary, and as he looks over at her while continuing to speak, she slowly opens her legs… a little more… with her hand on her thigh, she lifts her short skirt and… smiles sweetly at her professor. He hesitates… He did just hesitate a little, didn’t he? Her heart is pounding as she takes a deep breath when he turns away and continues his lecture.
Nina flinches again when she is pinched in the side by her friend, who whistles at her quietly and looks at her, laughing, with her mouth open in shock. Immediately, both turn around, giggling. Nina whispers to her friend, slightly embarrassed: ‘What?’ She blushes slightly. ‘Did you… You didn’t just… your legs… You minx!’ her friend asks back, giggling too. ‘So what?’ Nina tries to answer casually, adding, ‘Did he look? I wasn’t sure… Well, actually, yes, but… he didn’t react.’
Her friend presses her lips together and turns a little red herself, having to suppress a loud laugh until she can finally answer: ‘And how he looked…’ And just then, her friend raises her hand, sticks out her finger, and is called on by the professor. The professor answers her generalised request with the words, ‘May I ask you both to come to me after class with this question? We are almost finished and I don’t want to hold everyone else up with this.’ The two friends don’t even notice the somewhat precocious tone in his voice, but exchange glances. Nina can’t manage to look angry or annoyed at her friend, so she turns away, smiling and shaking her head, and faces the front of the room.
The lecture is coming to an end, most of the students have already packed their things and are leaving the lecture hall quickly. As Nina is still leisurely gathering the last things, she notices her friend laughing cheekily at her and also moving towards the door. ‘See you outside…’ she warbles with a grin and doesn’t let Nina answer. She reaches for her bag, looks at the professor and feels warm inside. She is nervous and he is on the phone, walking around his desk, looking at her and beckoning her over as he sits down. So he hasn’t forgotten the recent question, of course not.
He sits down while Nina once again pushes her hair behind her ear and walks from the first row to his desk with her bag slung over her shoulder.
‘Yes, sure… I see? All right, I’ll take care of it, sure,’ she hears his voice as he sits back in his chair and she leans against the edge of the desk, to the side and slightly in front of him. She slides her bag off her shoulder and sets it down next to her desk, then she pushes her hair back behind her ear again as she looks up at him, and he looks at her too. For a moment, she feels weak at the knees as she doesn’t pay attention to what he’s saying, but she notices how he’s looking at her. Leaning on the edge of the desk with her hands on either side of her, she tries to look indifferently to the side so as not to have to endure his gaze as her knees feel even weaker and she feels a tingling sensation.
She has imagined the moment when she would be alone with her professor several times. She was so convinced that she would be seductive and cool, but right now it doesn’t feel that way. But there’s no way she can just leave now, and she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t even notice how she gently squeezes her knees and thighs, only when she feels his hand sliding between her legs. ‘Ah,’ she lets out a soft groan and her eyes are fixed on him… On his face, the way he looks at her, and then on his hand, which slowly slides up between her trembling thighs, demanding, beautiful… Oooh! Nina closes her eyes, she hears his voice but can’t understand a word, she only hears the sound of it and feels a pleasant warmth rising inside her, connecting with the pounding heartbeat up to her neck, which seems to be tightening around her throat. Slowly, the gentle pressure of her thighs releases as her professor’s hand pushes between her legs in a demanding manner. Still gripping the edge of the table with her fingers, Nina gently pushes her pelvis forward, twitches and then pulls back, but not for long, because she wants to feel the touch of his fingertips sliding under her skirt and gently touching her sensitive, moist labia, since she is not wearing any panties today. With bated breath, she raises her gaze until their eyes meet.
He has just ended the call and moved a little closer in his chair. He looks at her seriously but calmly, and somehow that makes her feel relieved. So much so that she forces a tentative smile, accompanied by a soft moan. She lets out a sweet scream as he slowly but surely pushes his fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Immediately, her hand grabs his arm without pushing it away. Both breathe faster, he now moans softly, fingers her with relish, and they look deep into each other’s eyes for this long moment.
Oh man, don’t look at me like that… YES! Look at me, finally look at me… After these endless weeks, longing for you… That’s going through her mind, and that he knows exactly what he’s doing, what he wants. Her smile gets more and more confident and wider, her pelvis moves with it, pushing against his hand, while she caresses his arm more than she would hold on to.
Then he slowly rises, pulling his hand out of her wet crack and standing in front of her. Her heart is racing with desire. What now? She looks up at him, and how he smells his hand without taking his eyes off hers, and he growls with a moan, like a bear that wants to get to the honey pot. Mhmm, Nina immediately gets goosebumps, a pleasant feeling and hot shivers are flowing through her body again.
He grabs her hips with his strong hands, pushes her onto the tabletop and stands between her legs. One hand glides up from her hip to her breasts, cups them, pushes up her top while she puts one leg around his waist and supports herself with both hands behind her bottom. He continues to growl without having said a word to her yet. With his other hand, he reaches down, opens his trousers and, after a quick glance at the front door to make sure that no one is there, he takes out his large, bulging penis.
Oh yes… take me, it goes through her mind, while she lays it on the back of her neck with a seductive moan and hooks her foot behind his butt… Ahhh… her loins twitch as she twitching as she feels the bulging glans against her sensitive labia… Mm… He slowly moves his penis up and down along her vagina, pressing the glans ever harder against her and gently spreading her delicate labia. ‘Mhmm… Oh my God,’ she moans louder, her loins catch fire and want to finally feel him inside her, as he pulls back, grabs her by the hip and tosses her around a bit roughly, so that she slams forward onto the desk.
Leaning on her elbows, legs slightly apart and bent at the knees, feet in sexy high heels turned outwards, standing slightly on tiptoe, he grabs her bottom from behind and pushes up her skirt. ‘Oooh yes…’ she lets out, immediately biting her lower lip. His hand slaps down on her soft, round bottom… and again… She holds on to the opposite edge of the desk and her feet give way to the side as he pushes her legs apart from behind with his knee. She lies panting and breathing heavily, her face turned to the side on the desktop, and closes her eyes with a smile that instantly freezes as he rams his big, hard cock directly into her without protection after a brief prodding. She trembles, can’t get a sound out, and feels the plump, pulsating penis deep inside her. It feels like hot lava is flowing through her veins, making her boil. When it breaks out of her and she finally moans with pleasure, he pulls it out again. Her wet labia suck on it until he has it far enough out to immediately push it deep into her hot vagina again… In and out, again and again, faster, harder… Mhmm… She arches her back and lifts her bottom as she feels his thrusts push her thighs against the edge of the table, penetrating her deeply and filling her wet cave.
His fingers are deeply clawed into her soft buttocks while he thrusts and occasionally slaps her ass until it reddens slightly. Nina moans with pleasure and excitement that he is finally giving it to her today. His hand slides up from her butt over her back… mhmm… to the back of her neck, grabs her hair and pulls her head back. Nina lets out another quiet, but excited scream, while her pelvis trembles a little harder and her pussy seems to explode at any moment. ‘Yes… yes… yes… oh yes,’ she moans, showing him how much she is enjoying it. His pure lust is obvious, as his cock inside her could hardly be harder with excitement.
Her face pushed back onto the desk top by his hand, the other placed on top of her bottom, just below the back, he thrusts harder and faster and Nina moans with relish and sweetness with every deep, hard thud, looks at the door, enjoys the dangerous situation with her professor, although someone could come through the door at any time… Mhmm… That just makes her even wetter and she pushes her sweet soft bum against him a little harder, begins to feel and suck his hot, hard cock with her pussy walls.
She loves the way he takes her, without words, without her having to seduce him any further than simply standing at the teacher’s desk. She must have made a big impression on him. She likes that right now, and the way he fulfils her expectations even more with every hard thrust, which she has carried into his lectures for weeks.
She smiles because she can feel exactly how much it excites him to see her like this in front of him, lying on the table top, her sweet bottom in front of him, her innocent, excited moans because he is taking her like this. This is what she has wanted from him for a long time, wanted to experience with him… and now she is enjoying it to the full.
Until he thrusts into her, deep, twitching and groaning, his thick, hard cock all the way in. She clings to the edge of the table once more and shivers all over. That feeling when her whole body turns into a flowing, hot mass that revolves around a centre of lust and burning fire, making her sweat and tremble, only aware of this endless desire, and with a hoarse groan, Nina comes against his loins and… immediately feels him cum inside her. ‘Aaaah!’ Both moan at the same time, short, breathless, and move their pelvises against each other, mixing the creamy, sticky juice of the two between them. Until he slowly lets go of her and she relaxes on the tabletop, smiling and uttering a satisfied sigh while he closes his trousers behind her, glancing nervously at her, then at the door… and back at her.
Nina now turns around and straightens up. She smiles at him and quickly adjusts her clothes a little.
He stammers softly: ‘Well, that… actually… I… That was good.’ He smiles, looks serious again and a little nervous, but she interrupts him, caresses his cheek and says: ‘You are my absolute favourite professor, you just give the best… lectures,’ giving him a seductive wink, and as she reaches for her bag and then turns and leaves, she adds: ‘I hope I was able to recommend myself, Professor? Gladly again… My pleasure.’ With a last glance and a confident smile, she leaves the lecture hall through the door.