Giggles in college Co-Ed

You are a sexy mid 30s MILF, with huge boobs, a big juicy booty and sculpted abs. On a lazy Sunday morning, you lay in bed next to your husband, an average white dude, reading an erotic story you wrote based on a porn video he shared the day before. The video depicted a college co-ed seducing her professor in exchange for a better grade. In the scene, they are caught by the Dean of the university. You made the professor your husband's current self, and the Dean is your hung neighbor who you accidentally saw getting out of his hot tub late last year. You watch the video while masturbating to writing the story.

Professor Thompson sat hunched over his desk, red pen in hand, meticulously grading papers as the sun began to set outside his office window. His handsome face scrunched up in concentration, you couldn't help but admire his rugged good looks. At 38, he was still a total stud. As he finished the last exam, there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," he called out. The door creaked open and you shuffled in shyly, tugging at your skirt. "Professor Thompson, I'm Jessica. I'm in your 202 Anatomy class." You barely made eye contact as you perched on the edge of a chair in front of his desk, crossing your shapely legs. "Of course, Jessica. I recall you've been struggling in my class. What can I do for you?" He leaned back, eyeing your low-cut top. You could see his gaze lingering on your cleavage. "Well, I really need to pass. I thought maybe we could work out an...arrangement?" You looked up from under your lashes hopefully. Slowly, you uncrossed and recrossed your legs, hiking up your short skirt a couple inches. Professor Thompson's eyes widened slightly as he took in your exposed thigh. He cleared his throat. "I'm not sure what you mean, Jessica. I'd be happy to tutor you, but I have to maintain professional boundaries with my students." You stood up and sauntered over to perch on the edge of his desk, close enough that he could smell your perfume. "Oh yes, I'd love some private tutoring. I'm a very fast learner." You placed a manicured hand high on his thigh, sliding it upwards. Professor Thompson's breath hitched but he didn't move. Just then, the office door swung open and a booming voice rang out. "What in God's name is going on here?!" You both jumped at the intrusion. The Dean stood in the doorway, a look of shock and outrage on his face. He was a formidable man in his 50s, with salt and pepper hair. And to your recollection, quite well-hung, based on seeing him naked last summer. Professor Thompson leapt up, nearly knocking over his chair. "Dean Hollister! I can explain!" But the Dean held up a hand, stopping him. He turned to you, his eyes roving over your body. "Miss Jessica, get out of here. You're not to set foot on this campus again." Tears pricked at your eyes. "Please Dean, I'll do anything!" You slid off the desk and dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up pleadingly as you reached for his zipper. "I'll make it worth your while..."