“Caitlin, you need a ride?”

I looked up from my phone and saw Mr. Brigman beamed at me from inside his car. My car broke down and the mechanic said it would take a couple of hours before he can attend to me. I hesitated to answer. Mr. Brigman is my history professor and it could get awkward especially since I’ve been wanting to fuck him since the start of the semester. Then again, this could be a blessing in disguise.

“You’re heading to town, right? That’s where I’m going,” he said seeing my hesitation.

I nodded, smiling flirtatiously.

“Well, get in. I don’t want you freezing out here there.”

I took my bag from the car, locked my doors, and hopped into his car.

Mr. Brigman is in his 30s, I guess. Single, as far as we could tell, and very hot. The other girls in his class have been throwing themselves at them. I tried a few times since I have often fantasized how it would feel like to be fucked by that lean god of a professor in front of the class.

He cranked up the volume of the radio and his muscular arms caught my attention. He was just wearing a v neck shirt and his well-defined upper body is clearly outlined. I feel my pussy getting wet.

I wiggled a little bit in my seat causing my skirt to hike up a bit. He noticed my movement and took a glimpse. It was quick, but I saw him do it anyway. Since there aren’t any other bitch around, maybe I’ll get him to pay attention this time.

“Are you in a hurry, sir?” purring the last word out as I reached for his right thigh and inched closer to his cock. I could feel he’s tense. It took him a minute before grabbing my hand and telling me to stop.

“I wouldn’t mind a little detour.”

“Caitlin,” he warned.

“Come on, sir. I’m very wet already. We’ll be quick.”

He shot me a look before returning his eyes to my now exposed panties. I figured I could take this a bit further and opened a few buttons of my blouse. I took out my breasts and pinched my already hard nipples. I could feel more juice coming out of my pussy.

“I don’t want it quick, Caitlin. I want to keep pounding your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

I smiled. “How ever you want my pussy, sir. I don’t mind. And I would never ask you to stop.” I could feel the car slowing down a bit.