Bimbo Builder Academy Ch. 03

Natalie's fingers ran down the buttons on my shirt front, gently brushing across each one before she reached my belt buckle. And then lower.

I felt a low moan vibrate through my throat, followed by a strange sensation of guilt. I couldn't be doing this.

But why not...?

I knew that silent voice. It belonged to the tiny part of my mind that didn't care about rules, that didn't care about anything but satisfaction.

It will feel so good...

But why couldn't I listen to him, again?

My belt was undone and Natalie's fingers were delicately, confidently undoing the button.

Zippp.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband, slid under the cloth of my briefs.

"Ohfuck..." My head fell back, gasping and groaning with pleasure as I felt my student's hand wrap around my throbbing length.

She stroked slowly, gazing up at my face. She bit her lower lip, staring into my eyes. Her sparkling blue orbs captured all of my attention, hypnotizing me. "That's good... Isn't it, Professor?" she asked. Her voice was a low thrum, husky and needy and pitched to slide into my mind without resistance.

I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I couldn't resist the need. I couldn't resist her. Not any longer.

Instead of answering, my hands slid lower down her back. My fingers brushed across the rough denim and then kneaded her perfect bubble butt, making her gasp. I pulled her closer, trapping her hands between us.

Her mouth was parted again and I covered it. My kiss was hot, searing, full of need and nothing else. There was no romance in this. Nothing but pure desire.

Her hands moved in little motions, teasing me, teasing my needy length as my fingers massaged her ass. Her tongue was in my mouth and it was begging me for more, begging me for more than kisses.

I couldn't resist her unspoken request. I wasn't in control anymore. All my control was given over to the small part of my mind that governed the overwhelming lust. And he wasn't hesitating.

My hands came around, sliding over her hips, to the front of those silly little shorts.

One button. One zipper. One pair of panties. My mind catalogued them numerically, one by one. Addition. And now, subtraction.

I undid the button. The metal was warm under my fingertips.

"Yes, Professor..." Her voice urged me on.

I slowly slid down the zipper. It was rough to the touch.

"Yesss..." Her eyes were still staring up into mine, glassy now with lust. There was something about her gaze, out of focus yet incredibly aware. Like there was nothing on her mind now. Nothing but me. Nothing but the need.

I wondered if I looked the same. Then the thought was gone because my hands were spreading apart the fabric and sliding beneath, pushing it down and away.

Her hands mimicked my action, sliding the briefs and slacks down my legs. My cock sprang free, hard and swaying. Her fingers wrapped around my girth, stroked. Up and down. Up and down. Faster, her breath ragged.

"Yesss, Professor..." Her voice was pitched low. "Take me... Do what you want with me... Whatever you want... Whenever you want..." It had an almost monotone quality as she fell into the moment, her hands stroking, stroking, stroking.

I knew that there was no going back from what was about to happen.

"You want this?" It was the first thing I'd said to her since my arrival. My voice was unsteady. It trembled with tension, like the rest of me.

There was no hesitation. "Yesss..." She shook her hair back over her shoulders, long and wavy blonde tresses shot with brunette highlights.

Her mouthwatering tits wobbled in my view as my hungry eyes devoured her body. I didn't say another word. I just bunched my fingers around the flimsy, lacy cloth of her panties and then ripped them apart.

They disintegrated under my fingers, falling away and clearing the path for my throbbing manhood.

I could feel the heat of my student's desire with my fingers, could feel the wetness of her arousal as I teased one finger along her slit.

She mewed softly and her hips circled, begging for my touch. Begging for more.

Her athletic legs were spreading as much as the restrictive shorts would allow, and I growled. I wanted to rip those too, throw them aside and sink myself to the hilt in her tight young body. I didn't know where this was coming from — the primal desire that roared through my body like a physical sensation — but it overwhelmed me.

My hands were on Natalie's hips. And then my fingers were kneading and sinking into her firm ass.

Some part of me knew it was wrong. No part of me cared.

I leaned forward. My mouth met hers again as she guided me closer.

"Please..." She whispered the word against my lips.

Then my arms were flexing and lifting her into the air, holding her up like she weighed nothing. And then, I was lowering her onto my cock and her outer folds were parting around the mushroom head of my rock hard pole.

"Fuckkkk..." It took me a second to realize that the groan of pleasure was mine, as my length split her tight, athletic body in half and her head fell forward onto my shoulder.

Her mouth was on my neck, kissing and gasping and begging for more as I lifted her with my hands and then let her fall a second time onto my thrusting manhood.

I couldn't think. Couldn't see, hear, or feel anything beyond the sensations of our two bodies. Her breath was on my skin, panting. Her inner tunnel was a tight, wet sheathe round my surging cock.

The tension broke.

With a grunt, I thrust again. And again.

The gorgeous teen bounced on my cock, her voice a low murmur that eventually filtered through the haze and into my ears.

"Yes, Professor... Anything you want... Whenever you want... Your plaything... Your sextoy... Your fuckdoll... Your slut... Your slutty bimbo schoolgirl..."

I growled again. "That's right." My voice was a rough gasp. "My slut... My fuckdoll..."

Her head fell back and she gasped with pleasure, her body squeezing my cock as she came. Her shudders of pleasure didn't slow me in the slightest. My arms felt stronger than ever as I lifted her and brought her down, still cumming.

Natalie's pussy was gushing with wetness, her legs wrapped around my hips. Her tits were bouncing right there, begging to be played with, barely constrained by the purple top. Her hair was bouncing, too, falling across her shoulders and tumbling around her face.

"Ohmygawd, Professor... Fuck me with that thick cock..." The gorgeous schoolgirl wet dream begged me like a porn star, her voice taking on a higher pitch from her shuddering climax.

I wanted to. I would. I was.

I didn't care that anyone could see us. I didn't care that there were windows all around, that there was not one shred of cover to hide us from view. All that mattered was the heat between us, the unstoppable tidal wave of need that had been building in me. I realized, now, that it had been building since my first day at the Academy.

I grunted. Primal sensations swirled through my mind, tinting my vision with sparks of lust.

"Watch out," I muttered. That was all I said before I took two short steps forward and lowered Natalie down onto the table. With one hand, I pushed her notebooks and pencils aside. They fell to the ground, discarded. With the other, releasing her, I moved her laptop, giving it only slightly more care.

It turned partway around as I did so, and I caught a glimpse of the video she'd been watching. It was still playing across the screen, the audio evidently playing in her discarded earphones. The image was mostly dark, but that didn't stop me from recognizing what I saw.

A swirling nebula of stars and a man with constellations in his round, professorly glasses. I knew him. It was the man from the astronomy class.

I blinked. Strange... Why was he wearing my glasses?

I felt myself drawn into the image, my mind falling forward into the screen, but then my lust yanked at my leash. My attention was already captured by the unbelievably sexy woman in front of me. I was needed elsewhere. I dragged my eyes away from the screen.

Natalie's tight, athletic body was arched back across the table. Her tanned thighs were spread, offering me her glistening slit. Her lips were parted in a moan of desire and her blue eyes burned with it. "Please, Professor..." she begged.

I couldn't resist a request like that.

I felt my body tighten, my fingers flexing into the table as I eased forward into her again. Her body shook with pleasure, her parted mouth letting out a gentle gasp. It was a soft sound, almost innocent, and I felt my cock throb in response.

Yes... My mind was barely my own, my body simply acting out its most basic function with no need for direction. I felt myself sliding in and out of my student's body as the world kaleidoscoped. The sensations were overwhelming, more powerful than I'd felt in...

I wondered when was the last time I'd had sex.

I wondered who it was with.

Did it matter?

No.

My core was tightening, my balls heavy as I fucked my 19-year-old seductress into oblivion.

Her eyes rolled back, her voice disappearing into a wanton moan. "Yes..." she was panting. "Yesyesyes! Yes, Professor... Yes, Master... Fuck me harder, Master..."

I barely registered as my title changed. It hit me several seconds later.

It pushed me over the edge.

My cock spasmed and my mouth opened in a low, long groan. My teeth were bared and my muscles were flexing. I buried myself to the hilt in her body and my hot, sticky spunk sprayed into her teenage womb.

"Ohgodyesss..." The sensation made her cum again. Her body trembled, tightening and releasing around the cock buried in her core.

My cock.

I fell forward atop her, covering her with my body, feeling her tits pressed to my chest. I panted, my vision going black and white with exploding stars. The pleasure crested through me like a tsunami, a sensation of release I hadn't known I'd needed. I groaned, my eyes falling closed.

When I finally opened them, Natalie was staring up at me with wide eyes, her face an expression of amazement and bliss. Her eyelids pressed closed and she moaned again softly as I pulled back, my hard pole sliding free from her lithe body.

Beside her on the table, the video played on.

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I fled.

Even as Natalie sighed, her body shaking with the aftershocks of multiple, powerful orgasms, I was yanking my slacks back up my legs. I shoved my wilting prick into my boxers. My hands fumbled with my belt. My fingers were clumsy, my mind blank with a sudden terror.

I glanced around wildly. Had anyone seen us? Somehow, it seemed that no one had. Where is everyone?

I snatched up my satchel from where it had fallen from my nerveless fingers. I threw the strap over my head. The bag went bump, bump, bump against my hip as I practically ran from the quad. I yanked the door open and barely slowed as I crossed the entrance hall.

Julia!

My conscience was yelling now, the volume turned up to eleven. I felt like it had been trying to get my attention for some time, but something had been preventing me from hearing. I pushed open the front doors of the Academy and strode down the broad front steps.

Julia. Your girlfriend. The woman you live with. The woman you love. Remember her?!

I took a deep breath of City air and absorbed the sounds all around me. There was a strange quality to them. A strange sharpness and reality, like I was coming up for air after an age spent underwater. It took away a small part of the nausea and disorientation that threatened to overwhelm me.

I frowned with concentration as I drove. My thoughts spun, then settled into a single groove. Guilt and shame and anger beat a heavy drumbeat in my temples. I couldn't believe what I'd done.

Yes you can...

But I ignored the little voice and forced myself to focus. There was something there, something in the back of my mind. It nagged at me, like a puzzle. A problem. My curiosity chased it, tracked it, followed it as it tried to escape. It felt slippery, like every time I reached for the idea something blocked my way.

I gritted my teeth and pursued.

Why didn't I feel any of this before? I thought. It might have prevented everything! I should have been wracked with guilt. I should have been consumed by disappointment in myself at even the thought of cheating on Julia. But I hadn't. It was only afterwards that everything struck me at once. I didn't feel anything before or during.

No, more than that.

It was almost as if I couldn't. And even now, most of what I felt was a low, ambient satisfaction: the afterglow of fantastic sex.

I parked the car.

"Julia!" I was calling for her almost before I got through the front door.

My girlfriend looked up from the couch. Her schedule had been so hectic that I'd barely seen her this week, and I should have been thrilled at the idea of a quiet weekend together.

All I felt was dread.

I need your help, I thought wildly. Something is happening to me. And I don't know how or why or what to do...

But instead I felt myself smiling, even as I tried to gasp out a desperate request for help. I couldn't say anything. I tried to speak, tried to force words through numb lips.

I couldn't.

Was it the NDA?

Or was it something else?

"Hey, babe," I said. My tone was easy, calm. It sounded nothing like how I was feeling inside. "How was your day?"

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