Professor Jackson's Bbc
Copyright© 2025 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Young, nerdy co-ed Jasmine can't resist her sexy BBC professor. She pleasures herself to forbidden fantasies, wondering if she'll act on her lustful desires.
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As the morning sun filtered through her bedroom curtains, Jasmine stirred from her slumber. She stretched languidly, the silk sheets slipping off her curves as she arched her back. At 24, Jasmine was finally living out her dream of studying English Literature at a prestigious university. It hadn’t been an easy road - balancing classes with a part-time job at the campus bookstore left her exhausted most days. But she was determined to make her late start count.
Jasmine padded to the bathroom, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror and smirked at her bedhead. With a quick shower and some minimal makeup, she’d be ready to take on the day.
Under the stream of hot water, Jasmine let her mind wander to yesterday’s lecture with Professor Elijah Jackson. Tall and muscular, he filled out his button-down shirts in a way that made her mouth water. Even with his conservative clothing, she could tell he had an athletic build, toned abs and firm pecs hidden underneath. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine every time he spoke, especially when it rumbled through her with its rich, soothing tone.
But it was his hands that truly captivated her. Those long, tapered fingers gesticulated passionately during lectures, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She pictured them touching her skin, squeezing her ample breasts, stroking her most intimate places until she trembled with need...
Jasmine bit her lip, suddenly feeling flushed. She turned the cold water on to cool herself down. This infatuation with her professor was getting dangerously out of hand. Flustered, she finished washing up and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel.
That evening, Jasmine poured herself a glass of chardonnay and drew a hot bath, hoping it would relax her after a long day. She settled into the steamy water, sipping her wine as she let her mind wander to forbidden fantasies.
Closing her eyes, Jasmine pictured Professor Jackson standing before her, his hazel eyes burning into hers behind those glasses. She imagined him slowly unbuttoning his crisp shirt to reveal acres of smooth, dark skin stretched over a muscular chest and abs carved by years of discipline. In her fantasy, he shrugged off his shirt completely, revealing broad shoulders and bulging biceps. Her eyes drifted down to the waistband of his pants, wondering if the rest of him was just as impressive.