An encounter with Cassandra's professor

Cassandra and Rachel weaved through the crowds quickly together as they made their way to their destination. Suddenly Rachel stopped and tugged on Cassandra's arm.

"Hey, isn't that Professor Dawson over there?"

Cassandra looked where Rachel was pointing and sure enough, there he was. Cassandra and Rachel were taking an astronomy class together at UC Sunny Day. They both had the hots for the teacher, Professor Dawson, and now he was casually walking through the mall on Breeding Day.

"He would be perfect," Rachel said as she handed Cassandra the Breeding Pass. Cassandra couldn't agree more. Not only did Professor Dawson keep in good shape for his age, but he had such a pleasant manner, and he always knew how to keep class interesting. Cassandra would do well to make a father out of him.

They moved quickly to intercept their professor. "Hello Professor Dawson," Cassandra greeted.

"Oh! Hello Cassandra, Rachel," Professor Dawson smiled at his students, "what brings you ladies to the mall today?"

Rachel gave the professor a sultry smirk, "Well professor, did you hear about the 'special promotion' the mall is having today?"

The professor glanced down at Rachel. "Of course," he said, "in fact, that's why I'm here." Cassandra's heart started racing as Professor Dawson reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out. He showed it to both of them.

It was an ad he had apparently clipped from the newspaper. "All air purifiers are 5% off, today only," he said.

Cassandra barely restrained an eye roll, and instead smiled sweetly up at her professor. "No, Professor Dawson, I believe Rachel is referring to this 'promotion'," she said as she presented the Breeding Pass to him.

The professor looked at the Breeding Pass and swallowed. He gave Cassandra a stern look. "That is a Breeding Pass, Cassandra."

"Yes, professor," Cassandra smiled a little more seductively this time. "Wouldn't you like to knock me up, professor?"

"Having relations with a student would be a severe ethical violation," the professor replied coolly, "you should know that, Cassandra."

Cassandra could see Rachel fidget out of the corner of her eye. Normally the professor's rebuke would have caused Cassandra to retreat and apologize profusely, but she had enough experience with the Breeding Pass by now to know the professor would already be trying to rationalize fucking a hot student in his mind. If this card could get Cassandra to fuck some chubby little dweeb it would damn sure be able to overcome Professor Dawson's ethical concerns.

Cassandra kept presenting the Breeding Pass to him, making sure he got a good look at the hologram in the upper right corner. She felt like she could almost see the gears turning over in his head. After a long pause he took the Breeding Pass from her. He took out a pair of glasses from his jacket pocket and put them on. He studied the Breeding Pass.

"It's highly irresponsible for the mall to be issuing these Breeding Passes. They should have at least put in a clause to exclude breeding between teachers and students," the professor noted, "among other things."

Cassandra clasped her hands behind her back. "Well, they didn't, professor."

The professor finished reading the Breeding Pass and put it in his jacket pocket. He took off his glasses and put them in the same pocket. "No, Cassandra, it appears they did not."

Cassandra turned around and walked towards Eternally 18, a clothing store they happened to be standing in front of. For good measure, she tried to walk as sexily as possible for her professor. She glanced back, and sure enough, he was following her into the store, with Rachel trailing meekly behind him.

As Cassandra headed back to the changing rooms, she remembered that Professor Dawson had taken the Breeding Pass. She hadn't meant to actually give it to him. She would have to figure out how to get it back later. For now, her ovulating body needed to be filled with Professor Dawson's genes. Luckily, the large changing room in the back was currently empty.

Cassandra led the professor into the changing room. Rachel hastily followed, but Professor Dawson stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "I think it would be appropriate for you to wait outside, Rachel," he said.

"I... Uhhh..." Rachel blushed, "umm, of course..." Embarrassed, she backed out of the dressing room as Professor Dawson closed the door.

The professor turned to face Cassandra, a noticeable bulge already present in his pants. "Take off your clothes, Cassandra." There was urgency in his voice. The Breeding Pass would be taking full effect by now.

Cassandra quickly stripped. Professor Dawson shimmied out of his pants, unleashing a nice, hard cock. "Turn around, put your hands against the wall." Cassandra assumed the position Professor Dawson instructed. He lined himself up. "Are you sure this is what you want, Cassandra?" The professor was exhibiting a surprising amount of restraint.

"Just fuck me, professor," Cassandra looked back at her teacher with lust, "you know you want to." The professor slid himself in to the hilt, eliciting satisfied moans from both teacher and student.

Cassandra had fantasized about fucking Professor Dawson on a number of occasions, and one or two of those fantasies had even involved the professor knocking her up, but none of them foresaw getting fucked in a changing room at Eternally 18. As the professor thrust into her, Cassandra tried not to be too loud for fear of attracting the attention of a nosy employee, but she also didn't want to stifle her moans too much for the benefit of her professor (not to mention Rachel, who would surely be listening from just outside).

"Doesn't it feel good to finally fuck one of your students, professor?" Cassandra teased.

"Yes, Cassandra," the professor replied between grunts, "Just don't think... you'll be getting any... special treatment."

"Just keep fucking me hard, professor," Cassandra said as she felt her orgasm approaching, "I'm gonna cum soon."

"I'm right there with you," the professor fucked Cassandra harder and faster for a few more moments before letting out an orgasmic grunt as he shot his load deep inside Cassandra's pussy. This pushed Cassandra over the edge and she moaned (perhaps a bit too loudly) as her orgasm hit.

The professor gave a few more thrusts as their orgasms died down. "That ought to do the job," he announced before pulling out. Some of his jizz leaked down the inside of Cassandra's thigh.

"Quite so, professor."