Fucking the Grader, in Theory

For a university student, professor fantasies are everyone's go-to... But I always thought the teaching assistants were sexier.

His name was John Eric, and he was the TA to my psychology professor. He was pale and lanky, which contrasted sharply by his jet black hair that never got more than a finger comb in the morning. He was an odd mix of dark side burns, large black framed glasses, and strange tattoos that were neither artistic nor meaningful. The inked ferret running up his forearm and large blacked out patches were an enigma.

I couldn't sit through a lesson without thoughts of his long fingers inside of me. My eyes, wide open, saw the classroom empty. I felt the silence of the room, as though the air stilled in the absence of everyone else. My lungs spasmed out a breath when his hands glided down my bare spine. My shirt was suddenly in front of me, wrists still in the sleeves but the neckline stretching between my forearms instead.

I look to the closed classroom door, but suddenly his hands reach my front, and he's tweaking my breast and running a the other down to my panties. I stand to spin around to him, and he crashes us into the desk where I sat. Suddenly I'm lied out flat atop it. He grinds his hips against mine, and bites my neck harsh and fleetingly. His fingers trail down, and first one then two make their way inside me. In and out slowly, his long fingers never deter from their steady and straight pace. I think I might die from the wait. His teeth find my flesh again though, and as he tears into me well enough to leave welts, I find myself approaching my end.

And suddenly my open eyes see the room as it is, but they see him too. I see myself naked, silently cumming as the lecture continues on and students continue their notes next to me. John Eric pulls out his long fingers and brushes his hands on my thigh leaving a long wet streak. I look up at him, and suddenly the illusion is broken, and I am back in reality. I should have known I couldn't imagine his gaze, I had never even looked him in the eye.