Visiting Professor Cartwright

Professor Cartwright stood up in shock as she saw Brandon entering her office.

"Mr. Lassiter! I thought we had agreed to end our affiliation now that you no longer were my student."

The professor was clearly shaken by his presence. It was more and more difficult to disregard his bragging about her.

"We had," Brandon said. "But I've recently come in contact with a student of yours. She has a similar problem to the one you had. I had hoped you could help her learn more about herself."

"Well, I thi-", she was interrupted by Brandon pulling her into an embrace and kissing her. She spent about ten second fruitlessly trying to fight it, before she melted into his arms. I suddenly felt like an intruder as they passionately made out in front of me. It was bizarre, seeing prim and proper professor Cartwright reduced to a whimpering mess in Brandon's arms. With both of his hands on her ass he lifted her up and placed her on her desk, still kissing. Lifting up her long skirt revealed that she was wearing a pair of red lace thongs.

"I see you kept your promise," Brandon said, breaking the kiss. Her face was flushed, eyes locked on him. He pulled down her thong, revealing a cleanly shaven pussy. He laughed. "Here as well I see."

Not breaking eye-contact she spread her legs for him, her pussy was already wet.

"You're such a slut professor," he said as he idly played with her clit.

"Did you barge into my office to fuck me or humiliate me?"

"Both," he responded, pulling out his massive cock. {if followed=false}It was the first time I had seen it. It was beautiful. Thick and long. {endif}It looked like it could never fit in her.

She had completely forgotten my presence in her office, Her attention completely held by the domineering figure in front of her. Licking her lips she stared at his cock. I didn't want to watch what was about to happen. I needed to move. Now.