Ya Fantasy.

professor method.

METHODMAN
2nd Person

It was your third period before lunch and it was your favorite lecture. Hempology (let's act like it's a real thing). It was something you decided to minor in and it was the best decision you have ever made. Not only did you get to smoke weed in class, you'd also get to grow it. It was like environmental science, but better.

You looked forward to that class everyday because of your professor. Clifford was his name but he preferred that his students call him Professor Method. He's in his mid 30s and divorced. He had two children, who he loved more than anything in the world, besides weed of course. His side hustle was rap, but only you knew that because of how much time you spend at his office hours. He was your type of course, but you wouldn't dare to do anything because of school rules. But fuck that shit, you're grown!

You flirted with him a lot, but he hadn't caught your drift. But that was going to change today. You wore a pink midriff top and a matching mini skirt, that showed off your black thong. You wore black patent heels and wore your hair in a slick ponytail. If your mother would've seen you right now, she would've called you a slut. But, hey, it's the 90s and looking like a slut was IT.

Sitting in the third row, you weren't too far from the board, but you also weren't too close. You wanted him to see you, but didn't want to be seen by others. 'Ight motherfuckers. Today we're gonna he learning about bongs & how to use them. So pull them out, and wait for the next set of instructions' He announced to the class. While giving the next set of instructions, he went around helping the other students. Even though damn well you knew how to use a bong, you still called him over.

'What's up, Y/N' Your name rolled off his tongue perfectly. You wanted to hear how it sounds when he's deep in your g–. 'I don't know how much water I should put in and I need help grinding the weed'
You lied. He helped set you up, and when it was time to inhale, he stood there watching you. As you blew out the smoke, the bell rung for lunch. 'Alright, see y'all motherfuckers tomorrow. We're gonna make us some pot brownies!' He announced to the leaving students. As you packed up to leave, he asked you to stay. You sat back down in your seat and watched him stare at you.

He watched you for a little while before walking over to the door and locking it. He walked back over to his desk and sat on the edge, staring at you again, before speaking his mind. 'Y/N....I know what you're doing, but imma need you to stop it' You tilted your head and furrowed you're brows. 'What are you talking about?' You asked while getting up and walking over to him, making sure to twist your hips. He took a good look at your outfit before looking you in the eye, 'This, Y/N. The flirting has got to stop. You're an attractive woman, but not attractive enough for me to lose my job' He bluntly told you.

'I love a man who is about his paper. But, baby, I'm a grown ass woman, you ain't gonna lose shit, cause' who's gonna tell?' You asked, making him go silent. 'That's what I thought. So, if I go further, is that okay?' You asked waiting for consent, he nodded his head, but that's not what you wanted. 'Nah, baby. Verbally'. 'Yes, you can go further' And that's all you needed to head. You straddled him and kissed him slowly. As you deepened the kiss, he palmed your ass, and pushed your miniskirt up. He slapped your asses a couple of times, making you moan out in pain & pleasure. That aggressive shit turned you on.

While leaving kisses on your neck, he guided your hands down to his belt. You quickly unloosened it and stuck your hand in his pants. You palmed his growing erection, teasing him slightly, before climbing off of him and getting on your knees. 'Just wanna please you baby. We can worry about me later' You assured him. You pulled his pants down to his ankles, along with his underwear, and his erection sprang to life. His member was long & thick, just how you like it. You kissed the tip a couple of times before you stuffed it in your mouth.

You spat, you licked, and sucked on his dick, making a few curse words fly out here and there. He grabbed your head and you let him fuck your face. You have no gag reflex, so you let him go deep as you want. It turned you on a lot, which made you even more wet than you already were. Curse words spewed out of his mouth while he released in yours. Swallowing every last bit, you got up from you knees and pull down your skirt, but he stopped you. 'As much as I wanna give you this right now, I wanna do it somewhere you can scream as loud as you want'. He then wrote his address down on a piece of paper and handed it to you. 'When your last course ends, come to my place'.

Haven't been updating. I know, but this is something I just thought of, so I hoped you enjoyed. And check out Dysfunctional!