It’s all about you

You stare at her delicious tits and say, “Lie on your back.”

She lies down and massages her tits, enticing you. You give her a little mental push to make her hornier, then increase the sensitivity of her boobs. She moans and winks at you flirtatiously, **** for you to touch her.

You pull out your cock and jerk it lightly while standing over her. She gets more and more worked up as you make her wait. You look around the luxurious office and notice her purse on the desk. Deans make a lot more money than junior Professors.

“Susan,” you say, “how much money do you have on you?”

She rubs her tits harder and breathes heavily. “I… I just went to the bank yesterday. I like to have plenty on me, so I took out $500. That should last me awhile.”

“Hmm. How much do you think could go missing without you noticing?”

Susan wrinkles her brow, her horniness making it hard to concentrate. “I don’t know... I guess if I lost $200, I probably wouldn’t run out for a few weeks still. By then I wouldn’t remember exactly how long it had been since I went to the bank.”

You walk over to the purse and open it up. Susan’s eyes are closed from her ecstasy, so she doesn’t see you take $200 from her purse. You slip it into your wallet and walk back over to the writhing woman. You sit on her chest and place your hard cock between her tits.

She immediately pushes her big breasts together around your cock. She rubs them up and down on it and leans forward to lick the tip.

You grab her hair and help her pull her head forward so she can suck the head into her mouth. She sucks hard, but doesn’t neglect to massage your cock with her supple breasts.

You let go of her hair, causing her head to fall back off your dick. You wish for her to have an exceptionally dirty mouth.

“Fuck my big titties!” she yells. “I’m a dirty slut and I need you to give me a long, hard cumbath! Pretend my tits are a tight little pussy and fuck ‘em hard!”

You move your hips, pushing your cock in and out of her soft tits. “You like that, don’t you, slut? You’re the kind of whore who wants to fuck every boy on campus, aren’t you?”

“I wish I could!” she says. “I wish I could go down the cafeteria and tell every guy in line that I was what they’d be eating today! I’d charge them $1.25 each, just like a pudding cup.”

The image fills your head. You squeeze her tits hard as you think about guys lining up to eat the Dean’s pussy. The image makes your cock explode with no warning. Steams of white stickiness shoot all over her face and neck. You sit up so that you’re kneeling over her and shoot another stream onto her breasts. She continues massaging those breasts as you aim your last load back at her face again, leaving it covered in trails of white goo.

You stand up and wish for her to leave the cum on her face. The two of you fix your clothing and you make her sit at her desk. As you close the door behind you, you wish for her to forget the whole thing. Then you put your ear to the door.

Just barely audible through the heavy door, you hear, “What’s this sticky stuff?”