Alex stood at the front of the lecture hall, his eyes sweeping over the rows of students until they landed on her. Tristina. Final-year literature student. She sat in the third row, legs crossed, wearing a short black dress that rode dangerously high on her thighs. The fabric clung to her curves, the deep V-neckline revealing the soft swell of her cleavage with every breath she took. Her long, smooth legs were on full display, the hem barely covering her ass when she shifted in her seat.

Alex's cock twitched in his pants. Fuck. He couldn't stop staring. Those legs. He wanted to spread them wide, bury his face between them, and taste her dripping pussy. He imagined ripping that dress open, freeing her tits, and sucking on her hard nipples while she moaned his name. His dirty thoughts spiraled: Bend her over my desk. Pull that dress up. Shove my cock deep inside her tight cunt. Fuck her until she screams.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the lecture, but his mind kept drifting back to her. She's so fucking young. So tempting. I want to fuck her senseless, fill her with my cum, mark her as mine.

Tristina noticed his lingering gaze. A small smile played on her lips. She uncrossed her legs slowly, giving him a flash of her inner thighs. Professor Alex... I wonder what you'd do if you knew how wet I get thinking about you.

That night, alone in her dorm, Tristina couldn't stop the fantasies. She slipped out of her dress, leaving only her panties on. Lying on her bed, she slid her hand down, fingers brushing over her soaked slit. She closed her eyes and imagined Alex there with her.

In her mind, he grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the wall. "You wore that slutty dress to tease me, didn't you?" he growled. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples hard. She moaned as he yanked her panties down and thrust two fingers into her pussy, fucking her with them while his thumb circled her clit.

"Please, Professor," she whimpered in her fantasy. "Fuck me. Use me."

She imagined him flipping her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, and slamming his thick cock into her. He pounded her hard, dirty words spilling from his lips. "Take it, you little slut. Your pussy feels so fucking good." She fingered herself faster, matching the rhythm of his imagined thrusts, her moans growing louder as she chased her orgasm.

Her fingers worked frantically, rubbing her swollen clit while she pictured Alex's cock stretching her, filling her, owning her. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder," she cried out in her head. Her body tensed, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Tristina lay there panting, her mind still filled with images of Alex. She knew this was just the beginning. Tomorrow, she'd wear something even more revealing. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him.

To be continued in Chapter 2...