EXTRACT FOR
Night Of The Were-Bimbo
(Alana Church)

"Hi, Professor Reynolds!" she sang as she burst into the office.



The older man scowled up at her. "Who are you?"



"Me?" She giggled. "Don't you remember? I'm Suzie. I'm in your class!"



His voice was cold. "I know all of my students, young lady. I assure you that I have no one named Suzie in any of my classes."



"Well, that's not important anyway," she laughed. Men were so silly! "The real reason I am here is because of you." She pulled down her dress, letting her breasts fall out. "Can you fuck me? Like, right now? I'm super horny."



"Don't be ridiculous." His steely blue eyes narrowed. "Is this some sort of trick? Is that bitch Nash trying to trap me?" He stood up, leaning across the desk. "It won't work. How much is she paying you?"



"What? Who?" Susan was really, really confused. Why didn't the professor want to fuck her? She could smell him, smell the way his body reacted to her. But his pants were still on and his cock was nowhere close to being in her aching, throbbing pussy.



And then she remembered something. Something that the other girls in class had whispered about, stopping as soon as the professor entered the classroom.



Something dark. Something dangerous.



Something so, so naughty.



"I've heard about you, professor." She turned, leaning over a chair. Her hands hiked up the hem of her dress, so he was staring at her bare ass. "I've heard what you really like." She bent even farther, reaching around so her hands could cup her perky rear. "I'm a virgin," she cooed seductively. "At least I am back here. Would you like to be the first man to take my sexy little asshole, professor?" Slowly, she began to twerk her bottom, looking over her shoulder to see his reaction. "No one has to know. Just you. And me."



Reynolds walked around the desk, staring at her. "No." His voice was a harsh rasp. "Young lady, I have no idea why you are here, but I must insist that you leave."



"Your voice says no," she moaned, her hands reaching for his belt. "But your body doesn't agree." Before he could react, she had it undone and his slacks were pushed down to his ankles. "Oh, yes. I knew it. I knew you'd have a nice dick. A man's dick."



"Anyone could come in here!"



"Then you'll have to be quick. I bet your cock would feel so good," she whispered. "But if you don't want too..." she let her voice trail off teasingly.



"You...you're real, aren't you? Not a trap?"



"I'm real." She laughed. "Really horny, that is." She put her free hand inside the elastic of his boxers, pulling him to her. "I need it," she whispered. "Need your hardness inside me. Need your cum. I want to feel it, hot and sticky, deep inside." She let him go and pulled her ass-cheeks wide. "Last chance, sweetie."



"Oh, fuck." And then she felt his erection in the cleft of her buttocks. Even covered by his boxers, it still felt awesome. And then Reynolds pushed them to the floor, rubbing the head of his prick around her puckered anus. Suzie could feel the weeping trail of pre-cum on her skin, and the sensation made her pussy quiver.



"Do you want this?" a voice whispered, inches away from her ear. "Want my cock in that sweet sexy ass of yours?"



"Yes!" She wiggled her butt temptingly. "Please, professor!" she whined. "I'm so horny!"