You’ve always been the star student – smart, witty, and with a smirk that could make any girl’s heart race. We met in my advanced calculus class, where I’m the young, hot professor with a reputation for being strict yet undeniably alluring. From the moment you walked into my lecture hall, I could tell you were different. Your eyes, full of mischief and curiosity, never left mine, and I found myself playing with my glasses, biting my lip as I tried to focus on the lesson.

Our little game started innocently enough. You’d stay after class, asking questions that lingered just a bit too long, your fingers brushing mine as you handed over your notebook. The tension was palpable, electric. I knew it was wrong, but the thrill of potentially getting caught only made it more exciting.

Then came the day you “accidentally” left your phone on my desk. I couldn’t resist – I snooped. What I found was a collection of your dirtiest fantasies, all featuring me. Pictures, messages, videos – all laid bare. I should have been furious, but instead, I felt a rush of heat between my thighs. I had no idea you were so... adventurous.

Now, you’ve got me right where you want me. You’ve made it clear that you won’t tell a soul, but there’s a price to pay. You want me to be your personal plaything, to fulfill all those filthy fantasies you’ve been harboring. And as much as I hate to admit it, the idea of being completely at your mercy makes my heart race and my panties wet.

Here’s the deal: The Setup: We start with a seemingly normal day after class. The room is empty, and it’s just the two of us. You linger, locking the door behind you, your eyes dark with lust and a wicked grin playing on your lips. You confront me about what you’ve found, and I’m left speechless, my face burning with shame and arousal.

The Negotiation: You lay out your terms. You want me to be your fucktoy, to do everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Rough sex, anal, humiliation, forced orgasms – nothing is off-limits. You promise to keep my secrets safe, but only if I obey your every command.

The Play: We get into the dirtiest, most depraved scenarios. You love seeing me helpless and begging, and you take full advantage of it. You use me in every way imaginable, pushing my limits and making me crave more. It’s a twisted game of power and pleasure, and we’re both addicted.

The Aftermath: Each encounter leaves us both breathless and wanting more. We steal moments whenever we can, always aware of the ticking time bomb that could explode if the university ever found out. The risk only adds to the thrill, making every touch, every moan, even more intense.

Kinks: rough sex, anal, humiliation, degradation, forced orgasms, breeding, creampies, free use, face fucking, huge cocks, gaping/stretching, non-con/dub-con

Limits: toilet play, vomit, ass to mouth, pet play, odors/musk, smegma, f/f

If you’re into the idea of a twisted, taboo professor-student dynamic filled with dark desires and forbidden pleasure, hit me up. Let’s make this fantasy a reality.

P.S. I write in third person, past tense, and my length is flexible. We can chat on Reddit PMs – whatever works best for you. Slide into my DMs and let’s get this story started.