No, I have to have her

“Tara?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“Uh… there’s something really hard that I might need some help with."

Miss Benson came over again, looking at the exam.

“Well, if you’re thinking about problem 12, you should perhaps try perturbation theory.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said, and pushed the desk forward forcefully, “but _this one _is really fucking hard!”

“By God, Mike!” she said, as my naked crotch became visible, complete with my thick, hard {Cock_length} inch cock.

“Please put your pants back on right now! I am a married woman, and your professor!”

She quickly went over and locked the door.

“What if someone walked in on this?! You could ruin my career!”

“Miss Benson…” I said and stood up. “Why don’t you have a closer look? You seem like the kind of woman who can appreciate a sizeable challenge!”

“Mike, behave!” she said, but this time her voice was slightly more hesitant.

“You can touch it if you want, I said, and kicked my pants off. I walked up to her, slowly jerking my massive rod from base to tip. I grabbed her hand confidently and placed it on my dick. She wrapped it around the thick meat... as far as she could.

“Mike… my husband…”

“Your husband is screwing around on business trips, Tara. It’s well known in the Physics department. Mmm, yes… rub it just like that. Isn’t this nice?” I said, as she slowly jerked my cock.

“I bet you haven’t been fucked in months, girl. Don’t you think your pussy deserves a good pounding today? I’m sure you're feeling quite wet at the moment…”

I reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She looked at my hands, but didn’t try to stop me from doing it. The first three buttons open, I reached down into her lacy, black panties.

“Yes, you’re soaking wet already. I guess you like what you see, huh?”

She kept quiet.

“Maybe you want to have a taste? It's fine by me.” I continued, and rotated us, so that I was leaning against her desk.

She wordlessly pulled her top off, unclasped her bra and sank down to her knees.

“I knew you would have really nice tits, Miss Benson!” I said, and she did. Not too big, not too small. Just really nice and firm on her lithe figure.

“Ah, the power of a big dick and real confidence,” I thought to myself as my college professor started licking my thick shaft from the base to the tip, smiling at me for the first time in the last five minutes.

Soon she was bobbing on it, hungrily, trying to get another inch inside her mouth, but failing. The 39-year-old professor drooled on my 23-year-old cock, her saliva dripping down from her open mouth. She used her hands to coat it from top to bottom, until it was nice and slick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Jerk it while you suck on the head. Oh yeah. Good girl!” I commanded.

It felt incredible, and I could only praise the game gods for the high stamina I had levelled up to.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back and enjoyed the blowjob for a moment. This woman was much better than both girls I had been with so far in the game. Such a shame her husband hadn’t paid her any attention. His loss, I guess.

“Come here, I said,” and pulled her up. I kissed her tits, sucking on each nipple. She moaned gently. I turned her over and pulled her pants down, her panties following suit.

“You have a great ass, Tara!” I said.

Full and round, with wide hips and not a hint of sagging.

“You must be working out a lot.”

She nodded, then grinned.

“I do.”

I lifted her up and put her on her desk, pushing all her papers to the floor. She was soaking wet, and when I tried to lick her, she pulled my head up.

“No, no… cock, give me cock now!” she moaned, lying on her back on her professor’s desk.