Professor Jackson's Bbc
Copyright© 2025 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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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Jasmine stood on Professor Jackson’s doorstep, her heart pounding in her chest. She smoothed down her skirt and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This was it - her chance to be alone with the object of her forbidden desires.
The door swung open and there he was, looking just as mouthwatering as ever in a fitted button-down shirt that hugged his muscular frame. Professor Jackson smiled at her, his hazel eyes glinting.
“Welcome, Miss Thompson,” he said smoothly. “Please, come in.”
Jasmine stepped inside, her eyes darting around the professor’s stylish home. She could feel the tension between them already, a sexual energy crackling in the air. Professor Jackson led her into his home office, where he had a few books and papers spread out on his desk.
“Have a seat,” he gestured to the chair across from him. Jasmine perched on the edge of the seat, crossing her legs tightly. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and intense, making her squirm.
“So tell me,” Professor Jackson began, leaning back in his chair. “Where are you struggling with ‘The Awakening’? I’m here to help.”
Jasmine swallowed hard, trying to focus on the topic at hand. But it was impossible with him staring at her like that, his eyes roaming over her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling herself growing wet.
“I’m ... I’m having trouble with the symbolism,” she stammered, averting her gaze. “It’s all a bit confusing.”
Professor Jackson nodded, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “Well, let’s start from the beginning then,” he said, his voice low and rumbling. “Tell me what you think of Edna Pointett’s journey so far.”
As Jasmine launched into an explanation of the character’s development, she could feel Professor Jackson’s eyes boring into her. She fidgeted in her seat, feeling more and more flustered under his intense gaze.
But then he stood up and walked around the desk to perch on the edge right next to her. Jasmine froze, her heart racing as she felt the heat of his body so close to hers.
“Miss Thompson,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth about why you’re really here.”
Jasmine’s mouth went dry. She knew she should protest, should play dumb, but she couldn’t seem to find the words. Instead, she just stared up at him, her eyes wide.
Professor Jackson leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he whispered. “The way you touch yourself when you think no one is watching. You want me, don’t you?”
Jasmine let out a shaky breath, knowing she’d been caught. “Professor, I...” she began, but he cut her off with a kiss.
His lips crashed against hers, hot and demanding. Jasmine moaned into his mouth, giving in to the hunger that had been building inside her for weeks. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
Professor Jackson groaned, his hands roaming over her body and squeezing her breasts through her thin blouse. Jasmine gasped as he pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growled against her neck. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
He stood up abruptly and lifted her onto the desk, pushing aside the papers and books. Jasmine lay back, panting as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust.
Professor Jackson made quick work of her blouse and bra, tossing them aside to reveal her heaving tits. He dove down, sucking one nipple into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers. Jasmine cried out, arching her back as he devoured her breasts.
“Please,” she begged, writhing beneath him. “I need you.”
Professor Jackson chuckled darkly, trailing his lips down her stomach. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and hooked his fingers in her panties, dragging them down her legs.
Jasmine spread her thighs for him, revealing her dripping pussy. Professor Jackson groaned at the sight, rubbing his thumb over her swollen clit. Jasmine bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.