Sitting back at the kitchen counter, Maria idly flicked her little plastic plant. Looking bored as she slumped lifelessly over a super hard, totally stuffy paper, that she had to write sometime before tomorrow.
“What’s like, the Spanish word for, umm… yellow? Armadillo, like the animal? That doesn’t sound right…”
The sun was setting in the sky, as well as on her ambitions. She was far more invested in eyeing the piles of shopping bags she and Anette had scored on their little trip, and all the cute new garments, cosmetics and accessories contained within. The only thing she wasn’t enthusiastic about (besides school), was the thought of looking at her bank account, post-afternoon retail therapy.
“Ugh, why is everything so hard? Aren’t we like, way too hot for this anyway?”
It was an open question, Anette hadn’t spoken since their excursion. She currently sat in the corner with her pink microskirt hiked up over her hips. Openly kneading at her exposed clit, moaning and cooing with drooling, slack mouthed ecstasy. Maria could have sworn she saw the pink bow on her roommate's head getting larger, in direct proportion to the increasing degree to which she was crossing her glassy blue eyes.
“Ugh, Anette, you’re such a dummy! You’re lucky I’m here to like, think about school and stuff. Or like, we’d be totally fucked!”
There’s an idea, she thought to herself, slumping into her palm and returning to playing with her plant. The dangly little crucifix around her neck clattered against the linoleum countertop, to remind her that kind of thing would have to remain just a fantasy.
Getting fucked… Not for a long time… Not that she like, even wanted to…
Maria sank her pretty head onto the soft white paper of her notebook and closed her eyes. Just for a minute or two…
…Maria Diaz woke from her nap, feeling all refreshed and energized for… Class?
She was sitting at her desk, hunched over and sleeping on her troublesome little notebook. Which was just as bare and unimpressive as when she started working on it. As she looked around the empty class, she twisted one long platinum pigtail in her slender, feminine fingers.
“This is another dream… it’s gotta be…”
This really looked like her classroom, but upon looking down, she saw she was wearing something like a schoolgirl costume. A fetishistic approximation of catholic educational attire, with spiky black strap heels, white knee length socks, and the same old tartan skirt that barely accommodated her hips. Her white button up blouse was wide open, and knotted right around her trim, skinny torso.
She brushed a silky silver bang out of her eye, and noticed her nose and her cheekbones were much sharper than usual. Her lips were also much puffier than she remembered.
“Oh man. There’s no way I’d ever come to class like this… I am like, super duper cute though”
She was right in the middle of inspecting her new facial features with her phone, when she was suddenly interrupted.
“Miss Diaz” Came a gruff voice out of the darkness. “Thank you for staying after class. I know you’ve probably got better things to do with your Friday night, but I’m afraid this is something of a serious matter”
“Huh…?” She whipped her head around frantically, before finally finding the source of the commotion.
It was her lit professor, except way, way better looking. The pudgy prof with the stodgy spectacled style was suddenly rocking the salt and pepper stud look, in a smart tan two piece suit. Forget about tenure, this dude was like, an eleven out of ten-ure.
She squirmed where she sat, swiftly closing her legs together in a vain effort to disguise her immediate arousal. “I-is this about my grade? She said, seeming to catch on to the situation without further confusion.
“Yes. I’m afraid with grades like this, you’re going to-”
“-Need to make it up somehow!?”
The handsome professor cleared his throat awkwardly. For once, Maria was way ahead of her line. “Y-yes… That’s more or less what I was getting at”
“Great! I mean… oh! Gosh! Is there anything I can do to get this grade? I’ll take anything…even a D will do…”
Finally feeling herself, Maria stepped out from behind her desk and stood tall, revealing her full leggy latina confidence in sky high heels. Effortlessly gliding across the classroom, always keeping her dusky eyes on the prize.
“M-miss Diaz, this is highly improper”
“Duh!” Maria giggled, turning her back to present her round bottom.
Peering over her shoulder with a saucy smirk, Maria’s hungry, smoky eyes fluttered invitingly at her hunky professor. Slowly, she spread her legs where she stood, planting her spiky heels in a stable position from which to bend and snap.
“I mean… I dunno what you’re talking about professor. I’m like, a goodie-goodie virgin, n’stuff” Though her words said no, Maria knew full well her body language was saying he was clear for landing.
Slowly, rhythmically, Maria wound her massively overinflated hips and ass from side to side, sinking smoothly into a lurid crouching position. The impossibly perfect, spherical swell of her big booty bolts glowed, with blemish free smoothness in the moody evening light.
The skin prickling scintillation of her saucy dream was beginning to shimmer and ripple with erotic energy. Maria cooed with release, bobbing her shoulders and shaking her hips, she felt herself growing again.
Her already obvious implants swiftly worked their way towards the end of the alphabet in her hands, causing the knot holding her blouse together to stretch and strain heroically, before finally ripping. Maria gasped and giggled, as her big expensive assets spilled in all of their pendulous plastic glory.
“Miss Diaz” He protested weakly. “I’m a married man…!”
Rising up to pin the professor’s cock between her huge ass and his thick wooden desk, Maria could feel her booty boosting once again. She bit her lip, squinting her eyes as she seethed with barely contained animal lust. Her manicured hands were placed delicately upon her bare, bent knees, And she could feel her silicone stuffed butt implants growing by the second to envelop his hard, meaty cock even further.
“Uh-huh, and I’m a good girl. So what are we gonna do about that?”
Like a good catholic girl, Maria always imagined losing her virginity under more romantic circumstances. Like on her wedding night, presumably with the one and only man she would ever love.
In her mind, it was certainly never anything so lurid as getting bent over her hunky college professor’s desk, and giving up her V-card for an A-grade…
No, never that. But after all, this was only a dream. And what could be the harm in indulging a dirty little pornographic fantasy in her wildest dreams?
“Mmm, dreams are all fake…” She said to herself, gasping with scintillation as she reached a hand down to part her soaking wet panties to the side. “...An like, so am I!”
She hoped she would never wake up.
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On an otherwise ordinary and beautiful spring day, an earnestly handsome young man sat nervously in the quaint and cozy campus coffee shop.
Andrew had his phone in hand, making a special note of the time, as he looked up with reflexive nerves, every time the door jangled to announce a new customer. Finally, just as he was starting to think he had been blown off, the giddy anticipation in his stomach gave way to the joy of seeing Maria Diaz walk through the door.
His brow furrowed and his jaw dropped, something was not computing here.
Maria stalked in. Looking like a silicone dream girl in purple, strap heels that wound all the way up her endlessly poised and shapely legs. Terminating in a twin set of cute little bows right where the thickest part of her thighs met her immense fake ass.
She had been partying all night, so she barely had time to slip into a distressed set of daisy dukes that barely covered any skin at all. More ass was visible than not, which was the way she liked it, considering how expensive it all was. The zipper was unzipped, the pockets were exposed, and passers by could clearly see the purple thong underpants riding high on her bountiful hips.
Her lips were now stuck in a more or less permanent ‘O’ expression by an absolute overdose of fillers. Yet she still managed to look like she was sporting a resting bitch face beneath it all. She sneered derisively from behind her trademark, oversized sunglasses. Looking displeased at the all natural, farm to table type coffee shop she found herself in.
Everything about the faux-sincerity surrounding her was like, the opposite of her vibe. She appeared to be braless, judging by the huge amount of skin visible under the flimsy purple sequin crop top she wore. A scandalous and brazen, backless garment with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline.
She threw her flowing curtain of shimmering platinum hair over her shoulder with a practiced, poised gesture. Half forgetting what she was even doing here through the pain of her self induced hangover.
“Oh” she said, spying Andrew in the corner. “Right… My date…”
He was cute, handsome even. But she was a weapons grade, silicone stuffed brown girl barbie-bombshell. She was too good, and too expensive to even place her ass down in this cheap little coffee shop.
She was just about to turn and leave on her super-high heels, when Andrew upended his mouth and made a case she could understand.
“C-can I buy you a coffee…? Maria?” the nice young man stammered nervously at the silicone sculpted goddess, towering haughtily overhead.
Maria smirked. She sat across from her would-be date, crossing her legs daintily as she leaned over and pressed her overstuffed chest onto the table, putting her big round plastic cans on full display.
“That’s a start” she cooed seductively, biting her puffy, sausage-like lower lip “Wanna see what else flashing a bit of cash can get you, stud?”
Now fully in her bitchiness, Maria was loving every minute of this whole slutty interaction. She really was living her best life, living the dream!
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