Professor's Little Bimbo

By Tiffani Pearl

Lindsay's a college senior majoring in Chemistry. Just before the fall semester starts, Professor Silveri - the department chair who's young, renowned, and totally hot, asks if she'll be his assistant that semester.

But when Lindsay shows up at his house for the job interview, she meets his current assistant - and she's serving them drinks in a French maid costume.

Finally Professor Silveri makes his intentions clear to Lindsay: he's going to make her his bimbo, then take her in every hole -- hard, fast, and without protection!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiffani Pearl
• Release date: May 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005660000

Tiffani Pearl

I’m a college student at a big state school in the South, just trying to earn a little beer money by writing down by deepest, dirtiest fantasies.I wanted to be a camgirl, but I think my mom would kill me if she ever found out!

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Professor’s Little Bimbo

Professor’s Little Bimbo

Bimbo Transformation Erotica

Tiffani Pearl

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Professor’s Little Bimbo

About Tiffani

Professor’s Little Bimbo

Lindsay walked to Professor Silveri’s house along the picturesque, wooded streets of Banbury, Connecticut, her low, sensible heels clicking along the brick sidewalk. It was late August, just before the beginning of the fall semester, and her favorite Organic Chemistry professor had just emailed her out of the blue, asking if she needed a job and whether she’d like to be his assistant.

Sitting at her desk in her dorm room, she’d blushed bright red, but then quickly replied that she was very interested.

Of course she was. Professor Silveri was at the top of his field, considered the leading authority in protein structures. He was incredibly smart, universally loved, and could get his undergraduates a job at nearly any laboratory in the world.

It didn’t hurt at all that he was barely forty, clearly worked out every day, and looked like the rugged, sexy star of a daytime soap opera. He had a chiseled jaw, hair that continually fell into his eyes in just the right way, and dimples when he smiled. Best of all, there was no ring on his finger, and every science-minded girl on campus knew it.

Lindsay glanced again at the paper she’d jotted his address on — 585 Hope Street — and matched it to the big, Colonial brick house that sat just off the street. It was