With favoritism

Professor looks at me intensely, her breath heavy. She steps forward, and presses her hand to the butt cheek she just smacked. I can’t help but groan lightly with my knuckle still half in my mouth. I finally let it out to speak.

“Prof, Professor,”

She squeezes my butt firmly, “I told you to call me Lillian.” Her other hand reaches up and unclips my bra. It falls down and I raise my hands, too late to catch the garment but I still hold my hands up to cover my breasts.

“Lillian… I, I,”what exactly did I want to say? I wasn’t sure. I’d seen porn and the like, and I certainly liked it… but I had severe difficulty imagining myself in any of the roles. Sex was something that involved other people, I just watched if they chose to share it. I wasn’t sure what to do. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.

Lillian continues to knead my butt, and her free hand reaches up and easily pushes past my hands to begin teasing my breasts and nipples.

She begins to whisper huskily in my ear, “Do you know how cute you are? First you wake up and flash those adorable little tits at me, then you come out wearing that tight T-shirt.” I didn’t mean anything by it… but hearing her describe it while rubbing me is making me feel hot. I can feel even more blood rushing to my cheeks. I can’t help but gasp sexily as she twists my nipple. “Before that, at the hotel. You kept giving me those sexy little flirtatious smiles. Bouncing around in your onesie without any underwear. Peaking at me from behind your toys with a cute little smile.” Is that how it looked to her? I sound… so sexy in her eyes. And cute. I want to be cute.

“Am I cute?” I don’t mean it to sound so ****… but I really want to know.

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” She pulls me tight against her chest and hips. I feel her breast on my back and something poking me in the butt. “I want to put you in every cute dress and costume I’ve ever seen, but not as badly as I want to rip you out of them.”

She releases my nipple from its **** to grab my hand. She slowly lowers it and pulls it behind me to touch something long, and hard. And fleshy feeling. She rubs my hand up and down the shaft. My mind is going blank. Professor likes me. She thinks I’m cute… and sexy. And my hand is on a flesh tube. I know what my brain is telling me it is, but that can’t be right. I can’t help but breath heavier as my hand continues to be pumped back and forth along the mystery tube that I definitely could not possibly guess what it could be. Professor is so beautiful. And smart and talented and cool. She couldn’t really be interested in me. I was small, and embarrassing to be around.

Professor releases my ass, but only so she can grab my other hand and also pull it behind my back to work her warm shaft-of-unknown-nature double handed. I can feel her hold both my hands in place as she begins to rock her hips into them. With this position she can move much faster than she could with just my hand stroking it, “god you’re so sexy cute. I want to be your Pokémon Professor. I want to study your cute little face, your cute little hands, your cute little tits, and your cute. Little. Ass.” With her last three words she pumps extra hard, and suddenly my lower back feels hot and wet strings shoot on to it. I hold still and breath heavily as she empties… something my mind turns red with embarrassment trying to think about, onto my back.

Finally I feel her mystery meat (I blush harder at the unintentionally dirtier sounding innuendo) begin to soften and her breathing becomes more controlled. She slides it out of my hands, and then lets me slowly take my hands back in front of me. My breathing becomes more erratic as I raise my hands in front of me and I see the bit of white sticky… it’s cum. My mind is finally able to come to terms with that. But… I still need to see it. She thinks I’m cute. She’s the coolest person ever. And there’s proof she thinks I’m cute. I just have to be brave enough to look at it.

I take a deep breath to steady myself, and turn around slowly. Professor still has on her camisole, although it looks a little disheveled. Her slacks are unbuttoned and lowered just enough to let her cock hang out. It’s still semi hard, and the cum on my lower back somehow feels like it’s growing hotter as I come to terms with its nature. She almost has her breath completely under control. My breathing grows worse as everything comes crashing into my head at once.

So I look down at my feet and walk out the door, across the hallway, and into my room, closing the door behind me. I left behind all my clothes but my panties, but that’s okay. Too much blood was flooding my brain and I felt like I was going to faint any second. I sat down on the floor just in case I might actually fall, the sudden movement from my walk making me a little lightheaded.

I hear a knock at my door. “Please wait, I’m naked.” I say it habitually, but instantly realize the absurdity of my statement. Of course she knows I’m naked.

“Samantha, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Can we talk about this?”

I… don’t know. Is she saying I’m not cute, that she was just ****? Or does she mean she thinks I’m cute but still shouldn’t have touched me. Or maybe she means she thinks I’m cute but not enough to study like she said. Or maybe. Or maybe. Or maybe. It was still early in the day but my head hurt from all the confusion swirling through it. I giggle to myself imagining Psyduck trying to deal with this situation. I don’t know. I need cuddles. I reach up to hug whatever plushies are closest, but see the cum still on my hands. And remember Professor is still outside waiting.

“Can we talk later? I need to shower so I can hug things.” I am lucky by now she probably understands what I mean by that… hopefully. If not I sound insane. Instead of just very weird.

“…okay. But please let’s talk about this soon, alright?”

“Okay.” I wait a second for her to leave then step out to hop in the bathroom. A few minutes later I am fully washed. I don’t bother with trying to get my clothes from the cosplay studio. I just go back to my room and slip into my Pikachu pajamas. I think about putting something on beneath it… but she thinks it’s cute when I don’t. I hop into bed and roll around, hugging and cuddling all of my friends. Several fall off during my antics. But I am too confused and full of nervous energy to save them from their fate… I get up and pick up all my toys and put them back on the bed. No plush left behind.

Okay, deep breath. Professor Hemlock… Lillian. She thinks I’m cute. Really cute. And she has a penis. And she’s really cool and pretty and strong and knows about things I love to learn about, like cosplay. And she thinks I’m cute. And she’s my teacher. And she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I can’t help but smile.

I still don’t know what to do… but she does. She’s a Professor at a college. She knows how to handle these feelings within me. So I take a deep breath. Stand up. Pull up my Pikachu eared hood. Make sure my zipper is in the correct position. Grab a friend for moral support. And I am ready to face my professor.

When I come out I find her in the living room. She’s nervously sitting in a recliner. She looks beautiful, even when she’s worried. She hears me approaching and turn to look at me. I can see the surprise in her eyes, and the lust, as she takes in my Pikachu onesie with its hood up, fully unzipped revealing everything from my pussy to my breasts. Except my belly which is covered by my Piplup as I hold him beneath my breasts for moral support.

My face feels flushed as I look at her. “Professor Hemlock, can you teach me?” I bite my lip to keep from smiling, but end up smiling even harder as I realize that will also look sexy. I shyly look down at the ground… and wait… and begin to panic as the silence stretches on. Did I misread this? Was she worried about more than my reaction to her advances?

Finally, She makes a move. She walks up to me, lifts my chin and claims my lips. A second later her tongue joins mine in my mouth. I feel lightheaded again as my heart beats faster and faster. Suddenly her hands are on my ass and she picks me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck to keep from falling, Piplup safely between us. She carries me to my bed and puts me gently down, surrounded by my friends. She stands up and looks down on me, and then undresses. I knew she had a nicer body than me, but I really underestimated how robust her breasts were. Her bra was definitely holding a lot back. Her penis, now that I got a good look at it, was about 8 inches… I think. How does one measure penises? Professor would know.

But I can’t bring myself to ask as she crawls on top of me and begins to line herself up with my entrance. I can’t help but cover my face in embarrassment. She roughly grabs my wrists and forcefully pins them down to either side of my head.

Unable to look away, my eyes are held hostage by hers as she stares me down. And then she rocks forward. I softly groan as I am taken for the first time. She pushes further into me slowly, then rapidly pulls back and rams back in. I feel my breath catch at the unexpected thrust. She slowly descends a little deeper in me, then without warning again quickly pulls back and rams forward. She continues this way, slowly holding me steady until my muscles relax and then a sudden **** to break me down. I’m scared, it feels good but also hurts. I want to cuddle, but I can’t grab any of my plushies with my arms still pinned.

“Cuddle.” I say with a need deep in my voice. She releases my arms only to grab me and pull me up into her lap. Crushing me into her chest, she rapidly thrusts into me over and over again. With each thrust I let out a little squeak of a moan. She just keeps going, and I find myself unable to breath in as much air as my little noises release. She’s fucking the air out of me. My pussy begs for it to stop at the same time it burns for more. Professor once again kisses me deeply, her hand moving to twist my nipple. I feel the heat rise and my head go blank, and then I exhale all the breath I have left as my body shivers and quakes with waves of pleasure. She keeps pushing into me for a minute before pulling out and cumming on my stomach… and Piplup.

Professor lays down beside me as we both breath heavily. “… you, you got it on Piplup…”

“… yeah. I tried to just get it on you but…”

“… it’s okay. Piplup is a water type. He’ll be fine.”