The Webcam Girl Pt. 03

For days after that night, Professor Richardson couldn't focus on his work. His mind kept drifting back to the images he'd seen of Lisa on his screen. His slutty student. Every time he saw her in his class, he had to fight the urge to stare at her chest. She sat in the front row focused on the board, completely oblivious to his lustful thoughts. He was captivated by the subtle way she'd twirl her hair round her fingers whilst she was thinking. The memory of her naked body writhing in pleasure was an obsession that consumed him.

In the quiet moments of his office, he'd catch his hand drifting towards his pants remembering her moans. He tried to forget about it and bury himself in his work, but the words on his page would swim before his eyes. He couldn't shake the thought of her. He found himself checking into the website every day that week to see if she had posted any new videos or streamed again. For days there was nothing. Monday: No update. Tuesday: No update. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday all passed by with no update. Guilt and doubt gradually built in his chest and he pondered if he should be stalking his student's private life in the first place. On Sunday sitting in his apartment alone he decided to log back into the site one last time, and his heart leapt. Her profile was online and livestreaming again. The agonisingly long wait was over. All his reservations faded instantly as he clicked through to her show and his screen was suddenly blessed with her image slowly dancing in her bedroom, swaying her hips from side to side. His hand shook slightly as he began to frantically unzip his pants. The music in her room was a low sultry rhythm that matched the beat of his own racing heart. He felt giddy as his palm made contact with his cock, and began pumping himself to life.

"I've got a special show for you today," she whispered, her voice sent shivers down his spine. She squeezed her breasts together and rolled them between her hands slowly.

"Do you like watching me play with my tits?" she asked innocently. She let her hands wander all over her body, teasing her breasts through the fabric of her shirt before peeling it up over her head and letting them bounce free with a jiggle. His eyes widened. Her nipples were adorned with small silver bars, glinting in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. Professor Richardson's grip tightened around his shaft as he admired the new piercings. They were slutty but discrete, Just like her. He watched as she twirled the bars between her fingertips, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. The sight of the metal against her skin made him ache. Her fingers danced over her piercings, teasing them before she took one into her mouth, sucking and biting it lightly. He wished he could taste her skin instead. She looked up.

"are you touching yourself as you watch me?" she asked gently. He could feel her gaze burning into his soul as his hand glided up and down his cock. Her hand trailed down her body, tracing a path down to her crotch that was obscured by a tiny pair of panties that barely covered her mound. Her hand slipped down between her legs. With a deliberate slowness, she pulled her thong to the side and spread her legs slightly, giving him an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. The professor licked his lips and his breathing grew shallow. She slid her fingers into herself whining softly. He listened to the faint sound of her beautiful fingers sliding in and out, disappearing inside her only to be coated in her juices once more. She knew just how to drive him wild. Her eyes remained shut.

"fuckk, it feels so good.," Her breathing had gone heavy as she was completely lost in her own world. He watched, transfixed squeezing his cock in time with her fingers whilst groaning. Her eyes opened hazily and she smiled at the increase of tips she was receiving from her stream. She reached down and picked up the same dildo he had seen her use before. Her fingers teased the length of it with a fondness that sent a fresh wave of arousal through him. Her eyes never left the camera as one hand continued circling her clit whilst the other held the dildo against her chin. She spoke in a slow sultry voice.

"as you jerk off, I want you to imagine it's my mouth on you. Picture these lips wrapped around your cock, sucking you off until you can't take it anymore. "

She pouted as she began to lick the rubber cock for him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she were savouring the taste. He could hardly breath as he watched the dildo descend into her warm wet mouth. Professor Richardson was in heaven. his hand moved at a steady pace copying her movements. She moaned around the plastic, and the vibrations travelled down his shaft and straight to his core. He shuddered and sank even deeper into his chair with his shorts around his ankles. Wet, slurping noises steadily filled his room. His hips bucked upward trying to meet the rhythm of her sucking. He was lost imagining her on her knees in his classroom, dressed in nothing but that same naughty expression, begging for his attention. Suddenly, she stopped with a gasp and pulled the dildo from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva connecting her lips to the plastic. She looked directly into the camera again. An anonymous tipper had sent a rather large donation for her to fuck herself doggy style.

With a wink at the camera, Lisa re-positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees, arching her back and presenting herself to him. Her round ass was high in the air, and he could see her wetness glistening in the soft light of her room. She reached down to spread her ass cheeks, giving him a glimpse of her tight little hole. His cock twitched at the sight. She spanked herself with a loud smack and the professor licked his lips watching the flesh ripple. She positioned the toy at her entrance and teased her folds with the tip of the dildo. Professor Richardson imagined her sinking down his length as he watched the dildo slide past her slick pussy lips with ease. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her voice muffled and needy. Her other hand played with her clit moving in tight, fast circles. "It's so big, so... so good."

She stroked her clit with one hand and held the dildo with the other. She began to fuck herself making her breasts sway underneath her. The piercings on her nipples grazed against the mattress with every thrust. The professor stroked himself into a frenzy watching her yelp every time her body jolted against the mattress. Her hair fell in damp strands around her face sticking to her skin as she panted for breath. She leaned back slightly, giving him an even better view of her ass.

"Oh please fuck me. slide your big, hard cock into my tight little pussy and make me scream-"

He found himself groaning and nodding in response. The professor's hand was slapping hard and fast against his lap now. The tension in his balls grew with every gasp she made. Lisa's hand moved with increased urgency on her clit faster and faster until she cried out. Her body arched off the bed as her climax hit her. Richardson couldn't look away as her naked body spasmed on his screen. The visual sent him over the edge with her. He swore loudly as his cock jerked hard in his hand as he came, ropes of white hot seed trickled down his hand. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, his body convulsing with each spasm. Lisa was still shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. The dildo slipped from her grasp hitting the bed with a dull thud. Slumped in his chair, the professor took in the tranquility of the rooms silence.

Professor Richardson had come to terms with the fact he was a grown man who was addicted to jerking off to his student's online sex show. He was a Voyeur. By day he taught her in his English class, by evening he watched her tight, young body writhing in ecstasy on his screen and she was none the wiser. She had no idea just how many times she'd made him ejaculate, or even that they had cum together. Her kind and sensible college professor was a dirty pervert, but so was she. Watching her streams had become a regular part of his routine. In every lesson she attended His eyes lingered on her a little longer noticing every little detail about her. The way the fabric of her shirt clung to her body, the gentle sway of her hips as she walked up to hand in her assignments

His obsession only grew harder to ignore. He was infatuated. He couldn't take it much longer. He had to know what itd be like to have her for himself.