Professor Remis Evening Class

Ever had a fantasy so strong that it shaped your entire sexual personality? Ever spent hours daydreaming about someone, creating your ideal, steamy scenarios where you lived out your wildest, horniest ideas, just waiting to get home and put them to use? Yeah, same. I'm Will, a 22-year-old English literature student. I moved to a bigger city just so I can go to college and get my degree. I was always drawn to books and literature, spending my free time reading all kinds of novels, exploring various genres and writers. Moving to a new, big city left its mark on me, though. I didn't know anyone and spent most of my time alone, just going to my classes and then back to my apartment where I spent days smoking, reading, and frankly, masturbating. I come from a smaller, conservative area where anything other than missionary is considered blasphemous. In my teens I started reading erotica, which pushed me to explore my sexuality. I felt bad at first, probably because of the ingrained feeling of shame regarding sexuality, but the more I read, the freer I felt. I used to jerk off multiple times every day, thinking of ways how I could make it more interesting. The thing is, I rarely watched porn. It got old, so I either read erotica, or thought about her.

I always had a thing for older women, but she is different. Professor Remi is my American Literature professor. She is a woman in her late 40s, blonde mid-long hair, slim legs, stylish nails and makeup, and that smile. Her eyes would make me feel so exposed, like she knows that I think about fucking her the whole time. Every class I fantasized about fucking her in various positions on the table, pinned to the board, or even on the damn floor like a primal. I remember one time she wore a purple sweater and no bra. I noticed her large, round tits swaying left and right as she walked around the classroom. I was so hard I could feel the veins on my dick pulsating, begging to be stroked and emptied, but I couldn't do it in class. I went home and spent hours fantasizing about her watching me masturbate, staring at me with those lustful, blue eyes. Just the thought of her presence would make my balls shake. Since I spent hours stroking my dick and pushing it to the edge, I had to lubricate it often. My spit would glaze it so gracefully, providing a soothing, chilly layer of moisture and pleasure. The veins would shine under layers of spit and sweat, making my dick tremble in hopes of finally getting emptied. I eventually came so hard like never before. A hot wave of pleasure and cum sprayed all over my exhausted body with such vigor, leaving me drained in every sense of the word. Just typing this makes me feel ashamed and dirty, but I couldn't help it, no. This woman is different, and she is driving me insane.

I always dreamt about her, but I never did anything. That would be stupid, and potentially dangerous. But because life is so often humorous and surprising, my fantasies started to shift into a dirty, ridiculous reality.

Last Monday, on my way home from class I stopped in a grocery store to get some food. Since I live on my own now, I had to learn how to cook, which I've gotten quite good at. Carrying a bunch of items, I stopped on the pasta isle, barely holding on to everything. As I was deciding which of these little phallic shapes I want to get, I noticed someone stopping beside me. The fragrance that spread through the air was all too familiar. I could recognize that oriental, designer scent anywhere. It was her. It couldn't be, but it had to be. As I turned to the person on my right, I saw her smiling at me.

- "Hey Will, how you doing? Getting some groceries?"

- "Oh, hi Professor Remi! What are you doing here?", I stuttered awkwardly.

- "What do you think, just getting some things!", she said jokingly.

She must've noticed how startled I was, so she tried to make small talk, not aware of all the thoughts going through my mind right now.

- "Oh, duh! So, uh... what are you cooking tonight?"

What?! Why did I say that? That is so creepy, what the fuck?! I'm overthinking this, it's not that creepy, it's a valid question! No, no... this is super creepy, she must be thinking --

- "Just some steak and potatoes. Didn't know you're into cooking Will." -- she said, giving me that damn look again. I can feel it coming again, growing bigger. If only she knew what power she had over me.

- "Yeah, a man's gotta eat something. I'm still learning though."

I tried to be as calm as possible, not looking her in the eyes for God knows I would explode right there in front of her.

"Oh, I see... well, if you ever want a lesson or two, just give me a call."

This can't be real. It's too good to be real, too idealistic. Did I actually hear that right? I looked at her, probably freaked out and scared, but she just smiled at me and left. As she was walking by, she gently touched my shoulder and left.

The rest of the evening I spent debating whether I should call her or not. What if I misunderstood what she said? What if she really just wants to teach me how to make some fucking sauce? I laid in my bed, staring at my blank phone for hours, going over hundreds of different scenarios in my head. I couldn't even get hard to masturbate, it all got too real for me. Eventually I passed out, hoping to find an answer to this tomorrow.

The morning came, yet I still had no idea what to do. I didn't go to classes that day; I couldn't find strength to get ready without feeling nauseous. The hours went by and right when I was about to light a cigarette, a loud phone notification cut through the silence like a sharp kitchen knife. It was her.

- "So, how did your dinner turn out yesterday ;)"

She messaged me. My hands got sweaty and my lips dry. Just the thought of her made me feel blood rushing to my groins. I can't overthink this.

- "It was great..."

No, that's not a good answer.

"...still a lot to learn though."

What are you even doing right now? How do you think this will affect the direction of the conver...

- "Come to my place tonight, some evening classes ;)"

Jesus Christ. It's happening. It's actually happening, and I don't know what to do. I have to act nonchalant.

- "9 pm sounds good?", I typed as my hands were shaking and sweating like never in my life.

- "Sure. Really want to try that sauce of yours ;)"

I got dizzy as all the blood from my body rushed into my dick. All those days I spent milking myself to the idea of her, the times I moaned her name and imagined just sucking on her round tits, caressing her firm ass and licking every inch of her body until she screams my name in warm, wet pleasure. I want this to be like all my fantasies. I want her to dig into my back with her sharp nails and bite my body as I endlessly thrust into her wet, tight pussy. I need her to squirt all over me, drown me in her creamy, hot grool, and envelop me with her scent. This cannot go wrong.

As the initial excitement wore off, the nerves started to kick in. I tried to come up with an idea how could I last longer. The truth is, I've never really been with a woman. The closest I got was with my friend from high school, but we never moved past kissing. The only idea I could think of is to jerk off. If I empty my balls now, I will be able to last longer later, or at least that's what I thought. I got to business. Getting hard was not a problem this time, hell, I probably could've broken a wall with that dick. As I got my clothes off, I could feel the ghostly sensations on my cock just by thinking of her. God, this is going to be hard. I spat on my dick and started stroking it. The glossy image of a hard, veiny dick threw a massive shadow on my wall, like some grotesque shadow play.

As I was slowly going up and down with my hand, I kept imaging all the scenarios I dreamt of before. Like the one where I pinned Professor Remi against the board after class and fucked her for hours until her knees started to give out and her pussy created a puddle of grool on the floor. Or the one where I bent her over the table and fucked her in her tight ass. I could smell her body like she's right beside me again. As I was stroking my dick, I could feel my spit slowly sliding down my shaft and glazing my balls. I always got off on the idea of primal, dirty fucking for whatever reason. I couldn't help but imagine fucking Remi like an animal, pleasuring her for hours until her pussy felt raw from all the friction. With each stroke I could feel my balls shaking more and more, getting ready to weave thick, strong ropes of my hot cum. As I was getting closer, the images in my head started to get more vivid, more real. I could feel her hair caressing my face, her tits pressing against my sweaty chest, her pussy gripping on my hard dick and eventually taking my hot sperm deep inside it. I started to stroke faster, spitting on it once more, just because I could. My heart was pounding, and my vision was getting blurry, and right when I ran out of breath, I felt it coming. The short moment between the final stroke and a hot blast of cum seemed to last for an eternity, and then it happened. I've never felt something like this, something so powerful, so visceral. Ropes of cum were flying from my raw tip, covering my chest, my wall, and even my mouth. In the heat of the moment, I decided to swallow it all, as some sort of a twisted toast to myself and Remi.