Sexy college girl fucks a professor for benefits 🎧 👩
00:00 Hi guys! My name is Shreya. I’m 22, pursuing my master’s degree. This is my first time penning a story on ISS. So I apologize for any of the mistakes I may make. This happened during my bachelor’s degree days. I was in the 3rd year. Coming to my looks, I am 5’3, with dusky skin and a curvy figure with stats of 34-28-34. I’ve got good facial features too. There was an elective choice. Due to the unavailability of the slot, I had to choose a difficult subject. The professor was a middle-aged guy named Naveen, who is quite a jolly type. I skipped half of the classes, and the remaining half I attended, was not bad. The professor used to flirt with me a lot. At times he would comment about my dresses and my body. He was good-looking too so I liked it. Most kurti tops I wear to college have low necks, and wearing a shawl is optional. Many times I have seen Naveen looking at my boobs and cleavage. But I didn’t react much since I’m used to such lusty looks from guys. We were approaching the end of the semester. I had really low attendance and low internal marks in that subject. Since he was a jolly type, I approached him. I asked whether he could help me by giving me internal marks. He refused, saying it’s risky and the senior staff may interfere. I tried to convince him that he had complete control over the internal marks. He said, “Since you are a straightforward girl and I like you, I’ll tell you this. I recently got divorced. It’s been a long time since I got physically involved with someone. Would you have sex with me if I did this? Don’t think I’m blackmailing you or taking advantage of you. Anyway, I’ll be leaving the college after this semester. Take your time, think and say it.” This took me aback. I have had sex with my boyfriend many times before. But it was different from being approached like this. That night he texted me and said sorry. We chatted for a long time. He told me about his wife, and I told him about my ex. I understood we both were hurt by our previous relationships. I asked him, “If we are going to do what you said, how and where will we do it? I’m at a hostel, and we have a curfew timing of 7 PM.” I realized I was stupid to ask, but he had already seen the message. He replied that all the staff would leave by 6 PM. He would be alone in his cabin, and it would be safe. He told me I could get permission from my warden, saying I’m a part of the research project that Naveen is leading. It sounded a bit dangerous, but it also felt kinky. After talking for a few more minutes, I told him we could do that. He was excited and called me. But I didn’t pick up the call because I was with my roommates. I told him I would meet him during lunch tomorrow and we could fix a day. I met him the next day, and he was grinning all the time. He deliberately gazed at my boobs which made me feel shy. Getting a young college beauty to fuck might have boosted him. We fixed a date in the next week. I got permission from my warden in advance to work on the project till 9 PM. I didn’t attend his classes for the rest of the week, but we texted. Finally, the day came. It was a Friday. My classes would get over at 4:30 PM. But since the hostel is a 20-minute walk, I didn’t want to go to the hostel and again get back to his cabin. So I got ready when I left in the morning. I wore a light green kurti top with a low neck and white leggings. I wore a black bra and panties inside. Once the classes got over, I texted Naveen. He told me to come to his cabin around 6 PM. I hung out with my friends for some time. Then I went to the washroom, washed my face and put on lip gloss. I reached his cabin around 6:30 PM. He was waiting for me. He told me he was waiting for me for 20 minutes as I went inside his cabin. He told me to sit down, and we talked briefly. The cabin had blinds on all the windows but no sofa or couch. It just had 3-4 chairs and a table. After a few minutes of talking, he started to touch me. He held my hands, and he placed his hands over my thighs. I was feeling very shy. He kissed my hands. He made me stand up and sit on his lap. His hands were playing with my fleshy ass. He told me he would like to have me for the whole night. But since I got to go back by 9 PM, he’ll make things fast. He turned me such that I sat on his lap facing him. He slowly started to kiss me. He was a good kisser. He sucked my lips and tongue. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth. We were French kissing intensely. I was breathing heavily, and his beard was tickling. His hands were exploring my body, and he pressed my boobs. He pulled my hair loose and grabbed me by my hair. He switched his kissing from my lips to my side neck. He was kissing and sucking my neck. All I could do was hold his head. He slid his hand inside my top and pressed my boobs. My nipples were erect, and he gave them a nice solid pinch. He unhooked my bra inside my top and took my boobs out. He was licking my boobs like a mad dog. Maybe this is what he thought whenever he was staring at my boobs. He went out of control and gave me hard bites on my nipples. I was too turned on to object to him. The chair was getting uncomfortable, so we shifted to the floor. He made me sit against the table and removed my leggings. I was so shy that I couldn’t look at his face. He kissed from the bottom of my legs and reached my thighs. Thighs are one of my sensitive parts. Once he started to kiss my thighs, I was dripping wet. I helped him remove my panty, and he started to kiss and lick my pussy. His beard made me feel tickly. But the pleasure was too heavenly. I wondered how a guy with such good licking skills got divorced. I held his head tightly against my pussy. I could feel my juices oozing out, but I wanted more and more. The way he sucked my clit made me shiver in pleasure. All I could do was moan in a low voice.