#ambvika

After waking with a start, you sighed, laying back down in your bed. You’d been having a dream about having sex with one of your professors: Ambessa Medarda. She was surely at least twice your age, but that didn’t stop you from lusting after her every time the two of you were in the same room. She was strong, her solid figure creating an enticing silhouette. Despite her imposing stature, she was quite feminine, often opting for ornate outfits with gold accessories. She had dark gray hair and piercing eyes that could shoot daggers if she wanted them to, though you’d been trying your best to get on her good side, so thankfully her angry gaze had never been directed towards you.

However, Professor Medarda wasn’t the only professor you had a crush on. There was another lecturer at your university you couldn’t help but daydream about: Sevika, who’d requested that you and your fellow grad students address her by her first name only. She was also older than you, but not by as much as Professor Medarda; you’d wager a bet that Sevika was around ten years your senior. Sevika loved to workout, and you often saw her in the university gym in the evenings. She was very muscular, and you tried—and likely failed—to be subtle when you stared at her body as she lifted very heavy weights.

Before you knew it, the blaring sound of your alarm scared you out of your thoughts. You must have woken up just before you needed to get up to get ready for your first class of the day. You always tried to have extra time in the morning on the days you had Professor Medarda’s class first, since you wanted to try to impress her.

After taking a shower, you opened your closet, rummaging through clothes as you decided what to wear. You opted for a rather revealing-yet-casual dress that you thought you could get away with wearing to her class without being too obvious with your intentions. It was an almost-but-not-quite inappropriately short, black number with lace and a low neckline, which exposed just enough of your breasts to (hopefully) entice her. You had no idea if Professor Medarda even liked women, let alone had any interest in a grad student half her age, but you weren’t going to let that deter you from trying.

Sevika, on the other hand, definitely liked women. She was very open with the fact that she was a lesbian, something you appreciated about her; you loved that she was authentically herself. You had her class about an hour after Professor Medarda’s class was scheduled to end, so you were extra excited about wearing your sexy clothes to see both professors.

After slipping on the dress and a matching black lace thong (you were going braless), you finished your look with some makeup and your favorite sultry perfume. Checking the time to see that you needed to leave soon, you put on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and left your apartment.

Professor Medarda’s class was a large lecture, with plenty of students. You always sat in the front row, partially because you found it easier to concentrate on the information up close, but mostly because you could see her better—and she could get a good look at you. Today was no different, and you settled down in the middle of the front row.

Professor Medarda stood behind a desk at the front of the lecture hall, writing notes on the chalkboard as more of your class filed in. She looked as beautiful as ever, wearing an outfit that showcased both her muscular frame and

her taste in accessories. Right as the clock struck class time, she turned around to face the students and made eye contact directly with you. You smiled at her, and you detected a faint glimmer of something in her eyes, but nothing more.

As the class went on, you found it hard to concentrate on the material, the memory of your dream still fresh in your mind. It didn’t help that Professor Medarda looked especially good; you couldn’t help but stare at her and daydream about what she might be like in bed.

About halfway through the lecture, she made eye contact with you once again. Thinking fast, you decided to slightly open your legs to reveal your thong in the hopes that she’d notice. Very quickly—and so subtly that you almost didn’t catch it—you saw your professor give you a once-over. Her eyes ever so briefly caught between your thighs, and you noticed something in her eyes, though you weren’t sure what emotion it was. You felt emboldened, so you winked at her, but she didn’t seem to have seen it.

“Class dismissed,” Professor Medarda announced a while later. Before you could gather all of your things, she approached you. “Would you mind staying after class? I’d like to speak with you.”

“Of course!” you said, heart racing. Part of you was worried you were in trouble, though you weren’t sure why you would be; you just didn’t want to be on her bad side. Mostly, though, you were just excited for a chance to talk to her one-on-one.

Abandoning your things in your spot, you stood and followed her to the desk in the front of the classroom. She moved behind the desk but didn’t sit, instead opting to stand there, as imposing as ever.

You looked at her, nerves alight. “How can I help you?” you asked.

“Don’t act coy. I saw you flash me during class.” She didn’t seem to have any emotion written on her face, just a neutral expression.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You weren’t sure where this was going; you just hoped you weren’t in trouble. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you decided to lie to try to save yourself from any negative repercussions.

Professor Medarda raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know? Really? Then tell me why I know what underwear you’re wearing, and why you winked at me.”

Shit, so she did see your wink. You flustered and stood there, silent, hoping she wasn’t going to report you.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Before you could say anything, your professor took one large step toward you, closing the gap between the two of you. Standing face-to-face with her, you hoped she didn’t notice how nervous you were. Up close, she was even more stunning, and she smelled amazing. You wanted nothing more than for her to rip your clothes off, but you didn’t know if this was going in that direction or a different one.

“You’re wearing a lacy black thong, correct?” she asked, not pausing for you to answer before immediately lifting up the bottom of your dress, exposing your underwear.

Your whole body froze. Was this going where you hoped it was going?

“Answer me,” she demanded.

“Yes, Professor…” you trailed off.

“That’s what I thought.” She let go of your dress. “Were you trying to seduce me?”

You felt a blush creep across your cheeks. “Maybe I was. What do you think about that?”

“I think you’re a filthy little slut who needs to be taught a lesson.” As soon as she was done speaking, she grabbed you by your waist and flipped you around so your back was facing her. Then, she bent you over the desk, exposing your thong-clad ass. You gasped, your pussy starting to

throb, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Professor Medarda just bent you over a desk…this was going exactly how you’d hoped.

Instead of replying with words, you wiggled your ass, hoping to egg her on more. It seemed to work, because she put her hand aggressively on one of your asscheeks.

“How do you like it? I bet a whore like you likes it rough.”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I love it rough.”

Seeming pleased by your answer, she hummed, then she immediately slapped your ass: hard. You squealed in delight; you couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What’s your safe word?” she asked.

“Cherry.”

“Good girl,” she replied, which made you melt.

Another smack landed on your ass, followed by another and another. She kept spanking you as hard as she wanted, and you were loving every second of it.

Soon, you started to whimper; you were growing needier with each slap. This didn’t escape your professor’s attention, because she said, “It seems someone is growing impatient, hm? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.”

Immediately, her hand moved to your core, which was soaked. “Mmm, you’re so wet already.”

She didn’t wait for a response before she plunged two of her thick, strong fingers inside you, eliciting a moan that you couldn’t hold in. She slowly pulled her fingers back out before suddenly thrusting back in, hard and fast. She did this a couple more times before you heard someone who wasn’t Professor Medarda clear their throat.

Panic setting in, you looked over at the door to see Sevika standing there with an amused smile on her face.

“Couldn’t help yourself, Ambessa?”

Professor Medarda kept fucking you as she spoke with Sevika, and you thought you would explode from either pleasure or embarrassment—or both.

“No, especially not with such a hot piece of ass.”

You blushed, Professor Medarda picking up her pace and fucking you faster and harder. You tried so hard to hold in your moans in front of Sevika, but you couldn’t do it, and one escaped.

Sevika chuckled at the sound. “She definitely is a hot piece of ass; I can agree with that. Just look at her, taking it so well.”

“What do you want, Sevika?” Professor Medarda asked.

“Ye—“ you started before her other hand—the one that wasn’t knuckles deep in your pussy—found its way to your hair and roughly pulled, making you yelp.

“Quiet, slut. We aren’t talking to you right now.”

Sevika laughed at Ambessa’s display of power before answering her question. “I was planning on cutting through the lecture hall to get to my room to set up for my next class, but it seems like I’ve interrupted something.”

All the while, Professor Medarda’s hand never stilled, fucking you just as hard as when Sevika first came in.

“Yes, you clearly have. Now if you don’t mind…”

“Actually,” Sevika started. “It’s been a while since we’ve had fun like this together. Do you mind if I join?”

Your pussy clenched around your professor’s fingers at the thought of both of them fucking you, eliciting a laugh from Ambessa.

“It seems she would like that,” Professor Medarda replied. “I would too; it’s always a good time with you. Just lock the door so nobody else catches us.”

Sevika did as she was asked, locking the door before approaching the two of you. You couldn’t believe this was happening: both professors you had the hots for were going to fuck you silly. It was a dream come true.

“You look so good with Ambessa’s fingers inside of you. I wonder how you’d look with my cum on your face too,” Sevika said so nonchalantly you thought you’d heard her wrong. That was until she started to unbuckle her belt. Both panic and excitement flooded your veins at the prospect of Sevika’s pussy in your face; you wanted nothing more than to taste her, especially while your other professor was fucking you so thoroughly.

Soon, Sevika was naked from the waist down. Professor Medarda stopped fucking you, slowly removing her fingers. You whimpered at the loss of contact. “Lay your back down on the desk,” she commanded.

You did as you were told, positioning yourself so your pussy was at the edge of the desk so she would have easier access.

Sevika chuckled as if she wasn’t half naked. “She’s a good little whore, huh? So obedient. I can’t wait to feel how amazing her tongue is.”

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” Ambessa demanded of Sevika. “I want a good show.”

Without hesitation, Sevika removed her shirt and bra so she was standing fully naked by the desk. You couldn’t believe how sexy she looked, all muscles and smooth brown skin. You wished your other professor would take her clothes off too, but you didn’t dare ask for it. Plus, the fact that she was fucking you while fully clothed was hot anyways.

Before you knew it, Sevika was climbing on top of you, positioning herself so her pussy was right over your mouth. You couldn’t help but breathe in her scent; it was amazing. You wanted to devour her right then and there, so you put your hands on her thighs and gently pressed on them, silently asking her to lower herself, which she did. You moaned as soon as her pussy hit your tongue, her taste exploding on your tastebuds. You licked her like a woman starved.

It didn’t take long for Professor Medarda to restart her ministrations. This time, though, she fucked you with three fingers, stretching you so deliciously that you couldn’t help but moan into Sevika’s pussy. With Ambessa fucking you increasingly hard and Sevika beginning to grind on your mouth, you could feel yourself growing hornier and hornier by the second.

You began to squirm. You couldn’t help it, you were enjoying yourself too much. The only thing stopping you from exploding all over Ambessa’s hand was the lack of attention on your clit. As if she read your mind, she took her free hand and started rubbing not-so-gentle circles on your bundle of nerves. At the new contact, it took everything in you not to cum right then and there.

“Wait for Sevika, slut,” Ambessa demanded. You tried your hardest to hold it in, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Soon, you were exploding all over her hand, wantonly moaning into Sevika.

As Ambessa fucked you through your orgasm, Sevika began riding your face even more aggressively, before she soon followed and came on your face. You were in such bliss you couldn’t believe it, but it was your reality.

Right as Sevika climbed off your face, Professor Medarda pulled out of you. You felt empty at the loss of contact from both women, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless.

You sat up on the desk, taking in Sevika’s flushed, sweaty, naked form. You turned to look at Ambessa, who was somehow still as composed as she was during class. Sevika gave the other professor a look, and Ambessa replied with a hand around Sevika’s throat and a rough kiss on her lips.

You gasped, the sight of your two professors going at it almost enough to make you cum again. You hadn’t thought of Sevika as submissive at all, but seeing Ambessa’s hand around her neck turned you on. You moved your hand to your core to touch yourself, but as soon as you did, Ambessa broke away from Sevika, grabbed your hand and then pulled you in for a rough kiss, groaning at the taste of Sevika’s pussy she was getting from your mouth.

“Holy shit…” Sevika mumbled.

The kiss was so incredible that you started to feel almost dizzy. However, it was over as soon as you started, as Professor Medarda pulled away.

Before you could process what had just happened, Sevika pulled you in for a kiss; the tastes of both women mingling on your tongue. Sevika was a surprisingly gentle kisser, despite her tough appearance.

“That’s enough,” Ambessa chimed in. “Someone didn’t wait for permission to cum,” she looked at you, fire behind her eyes. “Usually that would mean a punishment, but I’ll let it slide this time.”

This time? Did that mean there would be a next time? You desperately hoped so. “Does that mea—“

“Quiet, whore. It’s my turn,” Ambessa looked at you, “Kneel.”

You did as you were told, looking up at her from your position on the floor. She began to undress her lower half, and soon stood half naked in front of you. You looked back and forth between her and Sevika, still in disbelief that this was happening.

“What are you waiting for, slut? Eat.”

You wasted no time; you put either hand on Ambessa’s thighs for balance and began licking her pussy. Loving the taste of her just as much as you loved Sevika’s, you made sure to make as much eye contact with Ambessa as possible, which she seemed to appreciate, since she moaned as soon as she noticed.

It didn’t take long for Sevika to say that she felt left out. Ambessa replied with a short, “Then get over here.”

Sevika moved to kneel on the floor behind you, kneading your ass with both of her hands. The addition of Sevika’s touch was very welcomed, the cool metal feeling of her left hand and the warmth of her right mingling into a lovely sensation. You hummed your appreciation into Ambessa, who very subtly bucked into your face in response.

When Sevika suddenly slipped two fingers inside of you, you briefly pulled away from Professor Medarda, who immediately grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face back into her pussy. God, you were loving every moment of this.

Sevika began rubbing your clit with her thumb while she fucked you. Soon after, Ambessa’s thighs started to clench around your face. Even so, Ambessa seemed mostly calm and collected, though she was a bit flushed and quietly panting.

Ambessa’s thighs suddenly started to shake, and she gasped loudly, your name tumbling out of her mouth. She came on your tongue, and it didn’t take long for you to cum on Sevika’s hand as Sevika fucked you through your orgasm.

As soon as both of your orgasms were over, Ambessa ordered the two of you to stand up. After all three of you were standing, Ambessa and Sevika started getting dressed, while you followed their lead and began readjusting your clothes to look less like you’d just gotten your pussy wrecked by two of your professors.

“Well, I’d better go. I have class in 15 minutes and I don’t want to be late,” Sevika said once she was fully dressed. “Next time, can we play in a bed?” she asked both of you.

Ambessa rolled her eyes, but you looked at them in wonder. “Next time?”

They both laughed, but you were genuinely curious, so Ambessa did eventually answer. “There can absolutely be a next time if you want; I rather like Sevika’s idea of fucking in a bed. I’m also a bit disappointed I didn’t get to use my strap this time.”

Your mind went blank at the thought of one (or both?) of them fucking you with a strap-on, and you felt yourself get horny again. However, you had Sevika’s class soon, and, like the good student you were, you didn’t want to miss it, so you said your goodbyes and went off to the bathroom to clean yourself up before class.

Right before Sevika’s class started, you sat down in the front row like always. Except this time, you had a new perspective. Sevika couldn’t help but glance over at you occasionally throughout class, and you smirked at her every time, spreading your thighs ever so slightly just to tease her.

It was impossible to pay attention to the material she was teaching, but you were impressed with how put-together she looked after she was just completely naked riding your face.