Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(49)

"So how was your first class of the semester?" I asked Gemma pleasantly. I wasn't even listening when she went on to tell me; I was lost in a fantasy. I imagined Professor Moore strolling across the lawn wearing nothing but that towel, his eyes on me with every step. I'd spread my legs for him like a blossoming flower as he dropped down to his knees and...

"I have to head back to the apartment! I left a book that I need for my next class!" I suddenly exclaimed springing up from my seat and interrupting Gemma in mid-sentence. Gemma looked at me sceptically but she couldn't even begin to understand what was going on with me. Before she could respond, I gathered my things, ready to go.

"Let's meet in the dining hall for lunch!" I told her as I hurried off in the direction of our apartment.

As I walked, I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of Professor Moore. I groaned as I zoomed in on the different details of his physique. My favorite picture by far was the one of him stretching; it made me want to lick him from neck to navel and then some. When I got to our apartment building, I buzzed myself in and ripped the door open. We lived on the second floor and there was no elevator so I ran up the couple flights of stairs, cursing with every step. I was sweating by the time I reached our apartment. Blonde curls were stuck to my face and neck and my headband was askew. I quickly unlocked the heavy door and let myself in, slamming it shut behind me. Since it was hot out and we didn't have to pay for electricity, we had left the air conditioner on in the living room. The cool air was refreshing and I closed my eyes to enjoy it, leaning my bare back against the metal door. I wasn't going to make it to my bedroom. Gemma's cat Sprinkles came out of hiding to welcome me home with a meow as she rubbed herself against my leg. I wished her away.

"Shoo Sprinkles. I don't want your innocent eyes to see this," I told her. She responded with a meow and proceeded to sit down on the hardwood floor and lick herself. I slid down to the floor, legs wide open as I looked at my phone. On the screen was the picture of Professor Moore stretching. And what was that? I zoomed in to the front of his towel and let out a combination of a moan and a squeal, my free hand finding its way to the slippery lips between my legs. Professor Moore had blessed me with a dick print!

I stroked the fire between my legs, relishing how slick my fingers were getting. I imagined Professor Moore standing over me, his dick dangling behind his towel, and my fingers dove deep into my pussy. I imagined myself pulling his towel off and his hard dick springing up to look me in the face and my mouth salivated. I wanted to take his huge dick in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as my fingers caressed my hard clit, my hips grinding against the floor.

"Mm Professor Moore," I moaned as I licked my pouty pink lips. I stuck my wet hand in my mouth and sucked the juices off as my other hand took its place between my legs. I eased my fingers inside as my thumb worked my clit, lost in my fantasy and blinded by my oncoming orgasm. I came on my hand on the living room floor calling out Professor Moore's name while Sprinkles licked herself and watched me.

Now I was sleepy, hot, sticky, and thirsty. I laid out on the floor, resting my sweaty head on the cool wood floor. If it weren't all the way in the kitchen, I'd probably drink out of Sprinkle's water bowl. It was probably for the best that her water bowl was in the kitchen. I just wanted to crawl into my bed and go to sleep, but I didn't have a nap scheduled until after lunch and I had another class before lunch that would probably be starting soon. If I was lucky, I had enough time for a shower, but definitely not a nap. I blindly searched the floor with my hand for my phone. When I found it, I checked the time. I had half an hour before my next class. I needed to pull myself together fast! I picked myself up off the floor and stripped on my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor behind me. I was naked by the time that I got in the bathroom. I turned on the cold water and climbed into the shower, letting the water wash over me. I could wash away the remnants of my passion, but never my feelings for Professor Moore.



Obsessed



My other classes were gray blurs in comparison to Figure Drawing 101. Professor Moore's teaching style was very...unorthodox, to say the least. He was very "hands on" and liked to interact with his students. One class, he asked for two volunteers to model together for the class. As tempted as I was, I didn't raise my hand. I was waiting for the opportunity to model with Professor Moore and I refused to settle. He asked for a female volunteer and a male volunteer. Then he had them do really expressive and intimate poses. Every pose, I imagined that it was Professor Moore and I doing it and I'd get aroused.