A quick hooker fantasy to tide you over

After that passionate kiss from the trim little Freshman, your cock is hard as concrete. A hot blond in a tight t-shirt and tighter shorts walks by your door, the perfect thing to relieve the pressure.

You make the girl come into your office and lock the door behind her. Tired of taking things slow, you program her to think she’s a cheap whore.

The blond strips off her shorts with a bored expression. “You paid for the whole hour, so what do you want to do?”

You sit behind your desk and pull out your cock. “I’d love to see you finger that slutty twat.”

She pulls a chair around your desk and sets it close to yours. With a been-there-done that attitude she slouches into the chair and slides her middle finger into her pussy.

“So,” you say lustily, “have you ever done a job for one of the female professors here?” You mentally command her to make something up, but you leave the details up to her.

“Yeah,” she responds while finger fucking herself, “Professor Martin. She was all right.”

You stare at her gyrating finger and jerk your cock. “I don’t know her. Describe her.”

“She’s not bad looking. Pretty young for a professor, like you. Kinda short. Brown hair, but not very long. Nice round ass. And her pussy tasted better than average.”

You pump your cock harder and stand up. “You ate her out?”

“Oh yeah. The slut likes a good tongue bath. She had me flicking my tongue harder than I’m working my finger right now.”

You walk over to the blond whore and push your tingling cock into her mouth. “But you’d rather have cock, wouldn’t you bitch? You’ll take pussy if it’s a slow night, but you whore yourself because you can’t ever get enough cock, right?”

She mumbles something unintelligible through the cock in her mouth, but you don’t care what she said. The only thing that matters is the suction she’s putting on your dick and the **** way she’s fingering herself.

“Come on, whore, suck it hard! That’s right, lick the balls! You’re a good little whore, aren’t you? That’s right, you earn your money!”

Your hand falls down to her chest and grabs a tit roughly. You rub the perky tit through her t-shirt, then pull back up and grab her hair. The immense pressure in your balls tells you that you’re almost ready, but you don’t warn her. Whores know they never get warnings.

You explode in her throat. After days of lusting after that redheaded Freshman with no relief, you have tons of stored up spunk. She gulps it down greedily, taking shot after shot like a pro.

When you eventually run out, you have her stop everything. You hand her a Kleenex so she can wipe off her sticky fingers while you pull up your pants. When both of your are cleaned up and dressed, you carefully erase her memory and send her back into the hall.

You feel relieved. That should be enough to hold you until you see Jenny again at the next class.