by Nawtay Brat
I make eye contact with the driver and hear the hiss sound of pressure releasing from the door as it opens for me. I made it just in time.
“Hey Kat, over here!” My friend Jenny sees me catching my breath at the front of the bus. I wasn’t exactly out of shape, in fact I often ran to the bus stop just for a bit of exercise in the morning.
I know I’m not the weight I once was back in high school, but I am happy in my curvy body. I’ve always thought women look most attractive when they’re filled out a bit, instead of those anorexic stick figure models you always see on the magazine covers or on every television channel.
I thank the bus driver and walk over to Jenny. She could be one of those models, though. Jenny had bleach blond hair, fair skin, and a beautiful complexion. So naturally she was quite popular with all the guys on campus. She is smiling at me when I take the seat next to her.
To be honest, Jenny was pretty nice, too. A great personality, a perfect body, a great smile — it’s no wonder all the guys were lining up to bang her. I still hadn’t slept with any guys at my college.
It was tough to find any who were really interested in getting to know me. And all because of some extra rolls on my belly.
“What’s up, Kitty? How’s that project with Dr. Sim going?” Kitty was the nickname that my friends had given me when they found out I was keeping two cats at my apartment even though it was strictly forbidden by the manager.
But I love my cats too much to ever give them away. And since I have pretty much ruled out the possibility of having a man in my life right now, they are my source of comfort when I sleep alone at night.
I hated the name to be honest. It just reminded me of how my friends must perceive me as the lonely virgin cat lover. I’m way too young to be a crazy cat lady!
“Actually, I think the professor is going to be quite impressed. We just finished synthesizing a new formula last night.” All semester I had been working long hours with my chemistry team, made up of all guys except for me, so we could finish our capstone project.
We had been researching solutions to correct a hormone imbalance in middle-aged men with low sex drive, and now our preliminary testing was showing a significantly improved libido in monkeys.
But even the boys I spent most of my time with everyday on campus seemed hardly interested in dating me. You’d think that with all this research we were doing about sex they’d be fighting over the only girl in the group.
But they all seemed to ignore me because of my weight, and were probably put off even further by the fact that I was smarter than all of them. So now I was desperately hoping this project would get me a full scholarship for graduate school, where I could meet a guy who was more interested in my brains than my tits — which are of ample size, mind you.
Only, the man I am really am interested in is Dr. Sim. He seems to be the only man who can see me for what I really am—an intelligent, hardworking, attractive young girl. I have held the highest grade in his class for two semesters in a row, and he has always encouraged me and praised me for my efforts.
Dr. Sim even told me once how he thinks I am beautiful. We were working together late one night in the lab, well past midnight, and I had just helped him solve an equation that was giving him lots of trouble.
He was so surprised at first when I gave him the answer, and I remember his exact words when he said that I was, “the most promising student of my teaching career—and the prettiest one too!” That, and talking to him about my research progress always seems to turn him on.
And now he was going to make love to me. After all, Dr. Sim already finds me attractive. Once I tell him about our new breakthrough, he’ll jump at the opportunity to get me on my back.
All I have to do is nurture the feelings he already has for me — fanning the flames of his desires, so to speak, by giving him permission to fuck me. Sure, Dr. Sim is well into his forties and I am only twenty-two, but love is a strange thing sometimes.
But more than anything, I want Dr. Sim to ejaculate deep inside me. I want to feel his warmth of his seed as it fills me whole. More than anything, I want to know what it feels like to be pregnant. And I want Dr. Sim to be the father of my child.
It is something I have fantasized about since the first day of attending his class. I’ve imagined how our life would be raising a baby genius boy or girl together in his home. Dr. Sim would love me and care for our child, and I would no longer have to be the virgin cat lady destined to live alone.
As soon as I tell him about our recent progress, he’ll be horny enough to mount me and drill me from behind until he can’t hold on any longer.
He’ll have no choice but to succumb to his primal urge to finish inside my tight, wet pussy as it squeezes every last drop of cum from his cock.
The bus is pulling up to our stop in front of campus when Jenny wishes me good luck on the project. I appreciated her sentiment, but I didn’t need luck. My plan was going to work, and then Dr. Sim and I would be together.
******
Dr. Sim is finishing a lecture to the freshman class when I get to the lab. He always has a presence with his students that commands attentiveness.
He speaks confidently and with eloquence, and he knows how to explain complex ideas in simple terms. I guess that’s why he gets the most respect from his students out of any professor in the chemistry department.
He is tall, muscular, and quite handsome for his age. He wears black glasses with thick frames and knows how to style his hair in a fashionable way, probably as a way of being more relatable to his students.
Come to think of it, I cannot recall a time when he wasn’t wearing his white lab coat and brown slacks. Of course, I would have both of those off him soon enough.
I feel around inside my red leather purse, playing with the tiny vial of our latest libido formula between my fingers. I felt the weight of it shift to each end as the pink fizzy liquid sloshed around inside.
I can’t help biting my bottom lip, thinking about all the naughty things Dr. Sim might do to me once I show it to him. Before long I’ll be spread eagle on his lab desk, getting knocked up while he’s balls deep in my tight virgin pussy.
I’m getting wet already.
“Ah, well if it isn’t my favorite student!” He says, noticing me standing in the corner. I’m wearing my favorite short summer dress with the kitten pattern that always makes my large thighs look super sexy.
My hair is pulled back in a ponytail to show more of my face. I quite like my facial features despite having slightly plump cheeks. I had spent a lot of time doing my makeup this morning and almost missed the bus because of it.
“I’m joking, of course. I don’t play favorites.” He says, laughing. But we both know I really am his favorite. I smile back at him and he motions me to come over.
The other students stare at me expectantly as I walk over next to Dr. Sim. He reaches a hand out, inviting me to hold it. The touch of his fingers when I grasp his hand gets me lightheaded. It was common for him to give me encouraging pats on the back whenever I impressed him, but we’ve never held hands like this before.
“But Melissa here has been working on a project for me that will break new ground in the field of hormone therapy, if we succeed.” I never like being the focus of attention, but I have to admit being quite proud of my work in this case.
An electric current runs through his hand all the way to my spine and overruns my senses. I have to resist the urge to shiver. “Yes, it’s looking like her career has a bright future.”
I can’t help blushing out of embarrassment when I notice that my hand is beginning to sweat. I try to pull my hand away in a nonchalant fashion while he is still talking about me.
Luckily, Dr. Sim returns his focus to the whiteboard and lets go of me just in time. He continues his lecture and I take my chance to peel away toward his lab desk.
I shuffle some of the papers strewn on the surface and examine some vials from his rack, pretending to look for some
thing important. I look back over at Dr. Sim lecturing to the students, and each of them seems occupied with the problem he has up on the board.
Phew! I can’t stand being the center of attention.
Long after he is finished with the lecture, one of the freshman girls is still talking to him. I can’t quite hear what they are talking about from over by the desk, but I definitely do not like the way she keeps giggling and twirling her hair.
I wonder exactly how many other girls want to bone Dr. Sim other than me.
It doesn’t matter though, because none of them has the brains to turn him on like I can. And none of them are near intelligent enough to come up with a formula like mine. But that little bitch needs to shut up already and get out of here so I can fuck Dr. Sim.
Now she is leaning over to pick up a pencil she dropped, probably on purpose, and I want to go over there and smack her. Dr. Sim has a nice view of her cleavage as she bends over in front of him. I'm just about to walk over and interrupt them when she turns and walks toward the exit.
"Thanks for coming in, Kat," he says, wiping down the whiteboard with a marker stained cloth. "I was hoping we could talk about the progress of your team's project."
"Sure thing! Can I get your water for you?" I ask casually.
"I'm feeling a bit parched after that long lecture, actually." He thanks me when I hand over the bottle. I stare at him intently as he goes through the motions of taking a sip from the bottle, saying nothing.
"Something the matter?" He says after taking a few gulps. I realize I'm acting peculiar.
"The results of our most recent tests look promising. In fact, I hope it's not too early to say th--"
"Y'know, Kitty, I've always considered you to be my brightest student..." he interrupts. He had never called me that before. "That is what your friends call you, isn't it?" I nod as he steps toward me and gets in close.
His dark brown eyes are locked with mine, and I'm beginning to blush. His gaze travels down, pausing a moment at my chest, then down to my hand.
He takes my hand in one palm and lightly caresses the back of it. I feel myself getting dizzy. I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Is this really happening?
"Dr. Sim, I--" His finger tips glide their way along my arm and up to my neck. Our eyes meet as he pulls himself in gently with the hand now at the back of my head.
He brushes one side of my bangs behind the ear, placing his lips softly on my cheeks, and whispers, "Call me Tony." The sound of his voice is deep and echoes in my ear.
"Tony, I... I've always had feelings for you. I just want you to kn--" He puts an index finger against my lips while he's kissing around the side of my neck, and I stop talking. I close my eyes to enjoy the tingling sensation that is coursing down my spine.
His hands make their way down to my thighs; his fingers curl around the hem of my dress. He lifts the dress a bit, glancing up at me with eyes desperate for permission. I give a gentle nod and raise my arms straight to help him get it off.
Once he has it up over my head, I kneel down to get at the belt of his pants, eager to taste his cock at last. I pull the zipper and nibble at the bulge of his white briefs. He lifts my chin with a hooked index finger so I’m looking up.
He's smiling down at me and running fingers lightly through my hair. The moment I had dreamed about for so long is finally becoming reality.
I peel back the elastic waist of his briefs to reveal his growing dick. I lick the head a bit, staring up at him excitedly. Then I guide it in further, slipping it past my rose colored lips, and press it against the softness of my inner cheek.
I play along the shaft with my tongue, giggling and smiling up at him. My cheek stretches as his cock stiffens in my mouth.
He grabs the back of my ponytail and pushes my head forward slightly as his stiff dick slips down the back of my throat. I close my lips around the shaft and start sucking his cock. Dr. Sim’s head tilts back and he lets out a moan.
With two fingers at each end of my jaw, he lifts me lightly off his cock and brings me up until I’m standing. He undoes my leopard skin bra with expert dexterity and sets his lips around one nipple. After a bit of tender nibbling, he starts licking all around the areola.
Then he gets my breast whole in his mouth. I’m getting soaking wet. He brings a hand down to my crotch, dancing his fingers at my clit. My legs begin to shake; I’m having trouble standing.
“Lay your hands flat on that table,” he commands. The tone in his voice is restless. He’s pointing over at his lab desk, so I walk over and place my hands as instructed. He gets behind me and traces his fingers along my large round ass.
He gets his nose in at the dripping wet spot of my panties and curls his tongue around my crotch. The lapping of his tongue on my wetness is making me wild.
“Are you ready for today’s lesson?”
“Mm-hmm,” I squeak. Dr. Sim slaps me hard on my ass and I let out a surprised yelp. His finger traces a smooth path around the tender spot that’s now red. Then he slaps the other ass cheek and my body writhes. The stinging pain shoots through me, yet waves of pleasure wash over.
“Yes!” I scream. Dr. Sim tugs down hard on my black lace panties so they’re at my knees. He pushes down at the back of my head so I’m bent over the table even further and reaches around to hold up my hanging tits with cupped hands.
He sticks his throbbing cock between my ass cheeks and glides the tip along the crack. The tip of him slips between my folds, dripping precum down my thighs. I am desperate for him to enter me. I reach around to grab his cock and guide it to my hole.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” he pulls away. “You must learn to respect your teacher, Kitty,” he says, grabbing a long cylindrical test tube from the clutter of his desk.
“Meow,” I tease. Hearing him call me by my nickname gets me feisty. My pussy quivers when the glass tube brushes against my clit. The tip of it circles around my wet hole before entering me.
My back arches as the tube slides into my pussy. He pushes it in as far it will go without letting go, then pulls it back. He pauses, smirking as my legs shudder against him. Then he pushes it back in forcefully.
He does this again and again until the tube is dripping, thoroughly coated in my girl juices. My pink manicured nails scratch against the wood surface of the table, carving tiny marks in the paint.
I can’t take it much longer, I need him inside me.
I shove him backward with the force of my hips and the tube falls out, shattering on the tile floor. I get up onto the table with my legs spread open as far as the panties at my ankles will allow. Dr. Sim looks slightly annoyed.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Kitty. You know I have to punish you now.” He grabs my panties with his teeth and pulls until they tear apart in the middle, hanging loosely around the toes of my red high heel pumps. He’s got his lab coat and undershirt off in seconds.
He pins me against his bare chest, pressing at the back of my thighs until my knees are level with my head. He hovers a firm palm over my ass, watching for the fear to show in my eyes. But I only grin back at him daringly.
I stare up at the ceiling and await my punishment. The stinging pain of him spanking my ass cheeks is intense and causes me to wince. My legs jolt from the pain.
SMACK!
My hips buck as I try to shove Dr. Sim off me, but the weight of his chest is overpowering.
SMACK!
I scream and moan in pleasure and pain.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Dr. Sim pauses, huffing and sweating over me, watching me cringe at the anticipation of more punishment. My breaths are heavy. His palm caresses the tender spot of my ass.
“Now you know the consequences of being disobedient,” he says in the same tone he uses when lecturing to students. I can only give a submissive nod. He bends down to lick my wet slit that’s in the air with the flat of his tongue.
Then I moan when he enters me and swirls around inside, and I can tell that he’s
loving the taste of his dirty little overachiever.
Dr. Sim is up straight now and stroking at the head of his cock. He brings it down to my pussy with his thumb, then pushes his pelvis forward in one hard thrust.
The sensation of his cock penetrating me causes me to cry out. I push back with my hips when his cock bottoms out at my cervix. Each thrust of his pelvis sends a jolt of electricity up my spine and my whole body gyrates in sync.
His grip at the sides of my robust hips is rough, pulling me in forcefully while his balls beat against my asshole.
I lick sensually around my lips, inviting him to kiss me. Still, his expression is one intent on discipline as he continues to pound my pussy. His cock is hitting me perfectly in all the right places. Eyes roll to the back of my head as I am lost in a sea of ecstasy.