Raven is fingering her hot wet cunt in the middle of class. She doesn’t care if people are staring because she loves having all eyes on her. If it weren’t for all the hot jock cum she swallowed earlier, she wouldn’t bother with class anymore.

Professor McQueen is going on and on about things Raven used to find fascinating. Raven no longer bothers thinking about any of it though. Why would she need to when she can finger herself silly and distract her sexy professor. If she looks hard, she can see his cock through his pants. If she keeps bouncing on her hand, letting her titties jiggle, he’ll get even harder.

She hasn’t fucked a professor yet. But it’s only been two days since Stef helped her find her inner goth bimbo slut.

Everyone stands up to go and Raven’s confused. Then she realizes the professor told them to go.

“Raven, stay.”

The command makes her moan. Professor McQueen steps around his desk and stalks towards her. “You think I haven’t noticed you masturbating in my class like some slut? You think your grades will stand up to that?”

She giggles. Who cares about grades. Raven sucks her juices off her fingers and stares at the hard cock confined under Professor McQueen’s black pants. All she has to do is be a perfect goth bimbo and take care of her teacher, and she’ll get an A+ in class.

Maybe even A++!

The professor looks around, waiting until they’re completely alone. Raven sits on the desk right in front of him and spreads her legs wide, letting him see her dripping pussy. His breathing gets faster.

Raven bites her lip as she watches his cock strain against the fabric of his slacks. She whines, desperate to hold that thick shaft in her hands, to let it sink into her wet hole and feel him fill her with spurt after spurt of hot white cum.

“You can fix my grades,” she purrs at him, proud of herself for thinking so hard. Just as hard as his cock.

His throat bobs and he places a hand on the naked thigh under her skirt, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin. “How could I do that? How’s a dumb slut like you going to pass the test?”

“You could give me another one!” She was a smart bimbo!

That gets a grunt and his other hand presses against his bulge. He squeezes himself, trying to keep it down. “What do you propose?”

“Well…” Raven wiggles in place. She knows what she’s doing. “I could suck that hot cock before you breed my goth cunt with it.”

“Br-breed?” he swallows hard, his hand convulsing on her thigh.

Giggling, Raven spreads her pussy lips with her fingers and shows him her pretty pink center, glistening with desire. “Breed my slutty goth pussy, sir. Fuck me till I earn the bestest grade in the class.”

With a growl, he gives in. He unzips his pants and reveals that gorgeous cock before sitting in his chair. Strong hands wrap around her thighs and drag her against his naked crotch. His fat balls slap against her clit as he grinds against her folds.

Raven wraps her arms around him and moans in his ear. All she wants to do is bounce on his cock forever. Feel him pounding against her womb, filling it with hot cum.

He groans, hips rocking, dragging his shaft against her folds, teasing her needy entrance. Raven pushes herself down on it and that thick cock sinks into her needy hole until she’s filled with the perfect stiffness stretching her walls.

She squeals.

McQueen grunts and thrusts up into her again and again, bouncing Raven on his lap like she’s a sex doll. And she kind of is. A goth bimbo sex doll who only lives to fuck.

Her pussy grips and sucks at his massive shaft. Her big bouncy titties smush into his face while she leans forward. With a grin, she grabs the back of his head and shoves him into her chest, fucking herself harder and harder on him, using those powerful muscles inside her tight little body until he’s growling.

And his cock feels bigger, hotter inside her. Raven’s entire body lights up.

Stef told her this might happen, that her bimbo body might overwhelm some men, grow them into hot hunks made for fucking.

Professor McQueen is already big. But he keeps growing harder and thicker, hitting new parts of her insides with each passing second. His shoulders are wider too, the seams splitting. Muscles rip out from his clothes until finally, the shirt shreds.

He stands up and lifts Raven into the air, and lays her body over the desk, fucking her from behind with a roar of dominance. Her tits press flat against the surface while he pins her in place with one hand on her back.

Raven feels owned and she loves it.

“Breed me please, sir.” Her fingers claw at the wood and leave scratches behind. “Fucking fill my slutty goth bimbo pussy! Give me everything!”

He roars, more primal than ever. Professor McQueen isn’t thinking about grades now, if he even remembers what school is anymore.

He’s as much of a hunk as she’s a bimbo and he needs to cum inside a slutty girl so badly.

He thrusts, pulling out, slamming back in, grinding his cock against Raven’s walls, hitting spots that make her squeal and scream in pleasure. She’s coming. Coming like she has never come before. And her orgasm sends the professor into his own climax.

Hot ropes of sticky white cum splash against Raven’s insides. She cries out with joy, humping her hips, trying to force every last drop as far up her womb as possible. The pressure building there pushes her right into another orgasm and Raven loses control of her body, just a panting, quivering mess laying across the desk getting railed by the hulking Professor McQueen.

“Slut,” he snarls in her ear. “Need more slut. Need more fuck.”

Ohhhh… he might be even dumber than her now. Which is way hot.

Raven knows just the person to help him.

She just has to hope Stef doesn’t get so horny from sucking his cock she forgets to give Raven a turn.

Then Raven slides off the desk and goes straight to her knees. The hunk’s cock is still rock hard. She can take the first taste.