Like a Hunter

What is going on, and how can you get out of this situation. Between you and sweet, sweet freedom stands professor Benson. Although, she looks even crazier than usual. Not in an 'I'm going to fuck you up because you are late' kind of way, but more in an 'I'm going to have my fun with you' sort of way.

You chuckle nervously, falling further into your seat. "D-did I do something wrong, professor Benson?"

With a loud BANG, professor Benson lets her fist fall on the table, making you twitch to attention.

"I can tell you exactly what you did wrong," she begins, straightening herself and crossing her arms, "you did NOT help your poor, fellow student get off."

Pointing at the still **** Emma, she continues, "Instead of jamming your fingers into her hot and ready snatch, you simply sat by and watched as that poor thing pleasured herself for your amusement."

Putting both of her arms on your thighs, locking you in place, she forces herself into your personal space until her eyes are inches away from yours. "What do you have to say to that?!" she finishes.

What even is there to say? How can you possibly reply to her? This is crazy! Everything and everyone has gone mad today. You still have to say something, though—anything to just get out of her and run for the hills.

You frantically look to Emma and then back to your waiting professor. Your mind races with possible excuses. "Ehm... so... Emma... I..."

It's no use. Nothing you can think of makes any sense. Even if the situation were more 'normal,' the beat of your racing heart overpowers every coherent thought. The longer you take to answer, the hotter you become, and the more sweat is needed to cool your overworked brain down.

As if your mental state couldn't get any worse, professor Benson pushes her soft lips against yours, forcing her tongue inside. This is your first kiss... stolen by your mad professor. Her forceful way is the straw that broke the camel's back, resulting in a fried mental processor.

After carefully probing and tasting you, professor Benson slowly pulls away, a watery bridge forming as the distance widens. Licking her lips, her satisfied gaze meets yours beneath, and she says, "My oh my, you are one good kisser," chuckling a little. "I bet you are popular with the ladies. Well, at least I am all tingly and wet down there thanks to you."

Whatever she said, you are far too gone at the moment to say anything of value. Comparing you and the knocked-out-cold Emma, there is no telling who is more mentally unavailable right now. However, that doesn't stop professor Benson from taking what she wants.

Buttons fly all over the place as the professor literally rips her thin, white shirt off. Her red bra disappears just as quickly behind her, revealing some of the best set of tits you have seen. Their size isn't much to speak of, but their natural shape and form more than makeup for it. Throwing her long, blonde hair back elegantly, she undresses you with her hungry eyes. There is no escape from her anymore. With her arms wrapped around you and her fingers lazily resting on your shoulders, every flight route has been blocked by her overwhelming presence. Your legs, too, are pinned by her shapely bottom. As her devious nature makes itself present, she slowly inches closer, her butt and crotch rubbing your thighs through your jeans.

"Don't you feel lucky?" she purrs. "You're about to do it with a professor. You're about to have your fantasy made reality!"

With a firm grasp on your hands, she eagerly guides them towards her bare chest. What she wants is clear and, from the hard nipples against your palms, you can tell she needs it too. However, her plan doesn't go exactly the way she had envisioned. The moment she lets go of you, your arms flop lifeless to the sides. No matter how hard she tries to get the action going, you are still too out of place to play along.

"Argh! What's wrong with you? First that cutie over there and now this hot piece of ass? Any other person would have jumped at the opportunity with EITHER of them. I am giving you a free pass, and you're letting me down?! Are you ace or some shit?"

You remain silent, letting her get whatever she has out of her system. She obviously needs to chill out.

After many, many fruitless attempts, she sighs and locks her hands with yours. Sighing, she says, "You really are a difficult one. If you don't want to do the deed, then I will do it for you."

Professor Benson suddenly starts to shake like Emma had before, falling against you. At the same time, you feel a cold shiver down your spine. Every hair on your body stands up, and every muscle tenses up. It is as if someone threw you into an icy lake. But, as quickly as that sensation overcame you, it just as quickly disappears. Meanwhile, professor Benson snaps back to life, gasping for air.

"What the fuck!?" she spits, her expression shifting to one of fear and concern.

Immediately, she jumps back and distances herself as far away from you as possible.

"Why?" she asks, huffing, "Why can't I take over your body?! Are you one of those bastards?!"

Getting no reply from you, her eyes grow wider, and she asks again, this time louder, "Who are you?!"