Chapter 93 Horny professor fucks blind student 5
Jerome stepped into the Biology lab, the air heavy with the silent focus of thirty blind students. His skin was still hot from the girl in the hallway, and his cock was already twitching for more. He scanned the front row and found her. Daisy. She was his favorite Level 4 "specimen." She sat perfectly still, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her sightless blue eyes fixed on nothing.
He moved to the front of the room, the sound of his heavy boots making the students sit up straighter. "Good morning, class," he rumbled.
"Good morning, Professor Jerome," they chanted in a ghostly unison.
Jerome walked to the heavy oak door. Click. He turned the key, locking them away from the rest of the school. He moved to the windows, pulling the thick, black blinds down one by one. The room fell into a deep, artificial midnight. For the students, it changed nothing, but for Jerome, it turned the classroom into his private theater.
He walked over to the audio system and pressed play. A recording of a dry, boring lecture on cellular division filled the room. "Listen closely," he commanded. "I expect a full report on the tactile differences of cell membranes by the end of the hour.”
The scratching of Braille styluses filled the air. Jerome moved silently to Daisy. He leaned down, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Follow me," he breathed.
He took her small, warm hand and led her the two steps to his massive teacher’s desk. He lifted her by the waist, setting her down on the polished wood. She sat there, her legs dangling, her heart racing so hard he could see her chest thumping.
"Spread your legs, Daisy," he whispered under the cover of the loud audio lecture. "Show me what a bad girl you’ve been while I was away."
Daisy didn't hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. She opened her thighs wide, exposing her wet, pink pussy to the cool air of the lab. "Mmm-nnn-gh... Sir... ohhh... mmm..."
"Touch yourself," Jerome commanded, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "I want to see how much you have learnt."
Daisy reached down. Her fingers were shaking as she found her own clit. She began to rub in slow, wet circles. The sound was tiny, hidden beneath the drone of the recording, but to Jerome, it was the only sound in the world. He stood between her knees, his presence a dark weight over her. He watched her middle finger disappear into her slit, coming out shiny and coated.
"Aah... mmm... mmm... nnn-gh..." Daisy’s head fell back against his shoulder. She began to moan, a soft, sweet sound that made Jerome’s blood boil. Her hips began to roll on the hard wood of the desk, searching for the friction she lacked.
Jerome stood inches from her, his fly already open. He pulled his cock out, a thick, angry rod that stood straight up toward her face. He began to stroke himself, his eyes locked on her moving fingers. He moved his hand with a heavy, deliberate pace, savoring the way the blood rushed into his shaft. He let his thumb swirl over the weeping hole at the tip, gathering the pre-cum and smearing it down the length of his dark meat.
"That’s it, Daisy... work that little honeypot," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me how wet you are. Tell me what you want to do with your Professor's rod."
"I'm so wet, Sir... ahhh... it's dripping... mmm-nnn-gh! I want to feel you... I want to taste it... ohhh... mmm... I want you to fill me up!"
Jerome’s hand moved faster, but he forced himself to stay controlled. Slide. Slide. Slide. He gripped himself tightly, his knuckles white as he pulled the skin back and forth. He could hear the faint, wet sound of his own friction mixing with the squelching between her legs. He leaned in, his cock brushing against her knuckles as she rubbed.
"Mmm... yes... ugh... take it slow, Daisy," Jerome groaned, his breath hot on her neck. "Feel how hard I am. Feel how much mark you're going to earn today. Nnn-gh..."
Daisy’s moans became more rhythmic, her voice thickening with every circle of her finger. "Aah... ohhh... mmm... Sir... mmm-nnn... it feels so good... aah..." She whispers low…
He watched her thumb find her clit, flicking it with a desperate speed. Jerome couldn't hold back his own pace anymore. He pumped his hand in a blur, his breath turning into deep, hungry grunts. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The tension in the room was electric, thirty students sitting just feet away while their teacher stood over a half naked girl, his fist working a massive cock to the brink of explosion.
"Give it to me, Daisy! Right now! Ugh! Fuck!"
Daisy’s fingers were a blur. "OHHH! YES! SIR! MMM-NNN-GH! AHHHH!" Her body went rigid as she hit her peak, her juices coating her fingers as she shuddered on the desk. She let out a series of high, sweet moans that echoed softly in the darkened room.
At the same moment, Jerome let out a long, silent hiss—"Tsssss!"—as he flooded the floor between them. He pumped his hand three more times, forcing every drop of seed out of his throbbing rod. He stood there panting, his chest heaving, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Prof..." Daisy whispered, her voice a broken, needy whimper.
"Yes, Daisy?"
She leaned forward, her sightless eyes searching for his face in the dark. "Please... please..."
"Please what?"
She leaned in closer, her breath smelling like mint. "Fuck me here. Right now. Bend me over the table and fuck me... please!"
Jerome looked at her, his cock already surging back to life. That was why he loved her. She didn't care about the thirty students sitting just a few feet away. She loved his dick so much she would take any risk just to feel him inside her.
"You’re a very naughty student, Daisy," he rasped, grabbing her hips to turn her around. "And I think it’s time for your final classwork."