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Office Hours with the Professor

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Office Hours with the Professor

 

Copyright 2013 Lila Taylor

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Office Hours with the Professor

Professor Jack Erikson, or Jack, as I referred to him
in my fantasies, stopped me as I was leaving his morning
lecture.

"Eve. I'm almost done grading your paper. I
should have it done by seven o'clock. Why don't you stop by
then?"

"I have class then, but I could come by after
nine."

"No problem. I should still be here."

I gave him my best sexy smile and tossed my
blond hair behind my shoulder as I left his classroom. Professor
Erikson was the most attractive instructor in the English
department. He was a southern boy through and through. Half of my
reason for attending the lecture was to listen to his southern
twang and watch his full lips move as he talked. I liked to imagine
how his lips would look kissing my body. He always wore a brown
tweed jacket with elbow patches over a standard white button-up
shirt and tight fitting tan pants. His brown hair was always neatly
parted to the side. At the beginning of each class he would lay out
his notes in front of him. Then he would lay his watch at the top
of his desk to his right. He would obsessively glance at his watch
every five minutes. He had just the right amount of boyish charm
and handsomeness that to make his neuroticism come off as
endearing. It was the right amount of zaniness every professor
should have. His fit body, as displayed by his tight fitting pants,
definitely helped give him sex appeal.

It was just past nine when I got out of class
that night. Jack's office was located next to a pond in a
picturesque part of the campus. Vines crawled up the sides of the
old brick building and gas lamps lit the entrance. Inside, the
building was dead quiet. My heels echoed in the empty corridor as I
made my way to the main staircase. Was I too late? I ran up the
flight of stairs to the second floor. My short skirt climbed higher
up my thighs as I climbed. At the top of the landing, I reached up
to pull it down, but thought the better of it. Let Professor
Erikson have a peek at my thighs. Maybe he'll like what he sees. At
the end of the hallway was the professor's door, standing ajar.
Light streamed through the crack and, as I got closer, I could see
him hunched over his desk. I knocked.

"Come in!"

The desk was cluttered with papers, books,
and pens. He looked up as I entered.

"I've been a bad boy," he confessed in that
southern drawl.

I smiled--I couldn't help it. Do you know
what they do with bad boys? I thought.

I said, instead,"What's wrong?"

"I haven't finished your paper."

"Is this it?" I asked, stepping forward to
the desk.

"Oh, no. Yours is..." He reached across the
desk. As he did his arm brushed my bare thigh. "...this one."

He looked up at me and held out the paper.
There was a look of excitement in his light blue eyes, and a slight
arch to his eyebrow. I grabbed the paper and glanced at it. When I
looked up I saw him staring at my exposed thigh. I cleared my
throat. He looked up. Shame reddened his cheeks.

"Could you give me any pointers? You know,
for next week's paper? I don't want to rush you in correcting this
one."

"Sure." He took the paper back and held it in
front of him, examining it. I looked down and noticed a bulge in
his pants. At least I know for sure I'm turning him on.

"Well, Eve..." He angled his body towards
mine and continued talking. "I think you've got a strong opening
paragraph. Your thesis clearly states the premise of your paper.
What I would like to see more of is--"

I took a step closer to him, letting my knee
come to rest against his. I looked him right in the eye. His gaze
locked with mine. His speech faltered for an instant and then he
regained composure.

"I would like you to fill in more details
about each point. Provide the reader with some concrete
examples."

I stepped forward again,and placed my knee in
between his legs. Jack put his hand on his thigh next to my leg. He
stared at me for a moment. A small, mischievous smile appeared on
his face. He slid his hand over and started lightly brushing my
thigh with his fingers. He looked back at the paper.

"I'd like you to further argue your first
point regarding the relationship between Constance and the
gamekeeper."

He spread his palms out over my thigh and
firmly gripped it. I sharply exhaled. He held the paper out to the
side and looked down at my thighs.

"I need details."

I was trembling with desire. I wanted his
hand to travel up my thigh, to find the wetness between my legs, to
slide his fingers into my pussy. I felt myself flush. That smile
danced across Jack's face. He slid his hand up my thigh, edging
closer to the hem of my short skirt. I spread my legs wider. From
the corridor behind me came the sure taps of footsteps on the
wooden floor.

By the time Adam, a classmate of mine,
entered the professor's office, I was across the room sitting at
Jack's second desk. Jack was holding my paper and pointing at it
with his pen as if we had been in the middle of a serious
discussion.

"I'm here to pick up my paper," Adam
said.

"Sure, I have it here."

Jack picked up the paper on his desk and
handed it to Adam. Adam looked at the paper and then proceeded to
skim each page. When he finished the fifth page of the essay, he
looked back up at the professor.

"I guess I'm confused. What was so convoluted
about the second paragraph?"

Jack looked at the paper and then glanced at
me.

"Well, you don't provide enough concrete
details to support your hypothesis. If you look here..."

As Jack was explaining the finer points of
essay writing to Adam, I let my leg casually fall open, so Jack
could see the lacy underwear I was wearing beneath my short skirt.
I spread my legs just enough to give him a glimpse of the black
mesh material, through which he could see my trimmed public hair.
Jack shifted uncomfortably in his stance. As Adam continued to talk
with Jack, oblivious to what was going on, I let my leg fall open
more. If I wasn't wearing any underwear at all, he would have seen
my sex, wet with anticipation. I enjoyed teasing him. It was like
he was on a leash, under my control. The formal composure he had
shown in class had fallen away. Now he stood there trying to hide
his erection from Adam while looking furtively between my legs at
every opportunity.

"I'd like to rewrite this for a better grade.
When would it be due?"

Jack glanced at me.

"Whenever you'd like. Uh, before the final
paper in December, at the very latest."

I crossed my legs. Adam looked at me as he
left.

"See you later, Eve."

I smiled briefly at Adam. Jack watched him
walk down the hallway. When Adam was safely gone, he closed the
door, slid the lock in place, and turned to me.

"Now, what should I do with you?"

I smiled broadly up at him and lowered my
lashes innocently.

Jack walked towards me with a smile. He
looked pleased with himself. He looked like he'd won a prize. He
bent down and put his hands on the tops of my thighs. His face was
so close to mine our lips nearly touched.

"Spread your legs."

 

I brought my mouth nearer to his and looked
him in the eye.

"No. This time, I'm going to school you."

I kissed him. He pressed his full lips firmly
against mine and then edged his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues
danced together. He was an attentive kisser. Would his fucking be
the same--a hot, skillful, caress? I stood up and grabbed him by
the shirt collar. Maneuvering him with his collar, I forced him
back over to his desk and pushed him into the seat.

"I'm going to teach you how to really please
a woman."

I reached under my skirt and slid my lace
panties down my legs. While looking at him from under my eyelashes,
I stepped out of my underwear. I hiked my mini skirt up over my
hips, revealing my neatly trimmed mound. He looked down at my pussy
and bit his lower lip slightly. I put one leg up on the arm of the
chair. With one hand, I spread my labia, exposing my clit. With the
other I moistened my finger with the wetness dripping from my slit
and started stroking the hard nub of my clit. Jack reached down and
adjusted his erection. He began rubbing himself through his
pants.

"I want you," he begged.

"You're going to have try harder than that to
convince me," I said

I pulled him towards me and forced his mouth
onto my cleft.

"Show me how much you want me."

He began with deft flicks of his tongue
directly on my nub. Each flick shot jolts of pleasure through me. I
moaned for him to continue. He then slowed and increased the
pressure, massaging my clit with his tongue before trailing down to
my dripping pussy. At my opening he fucked me with his tongue,
reaching as far in as possible. I heard the clang of his belt
buckle as he opened his pants. He took out his cock and began
stroking it slow and hard. His penis was average in length, but
wide in girth. I imagined his cock in place of his tongue, fucking
me deep and fast. The idea aroused me so much that I started
grinding myself against his mouth. He moaned against my cunt. I
slid down a little, to give him access to my clit. I could feel a
deep thrum of pleasure in my groin as he continued licking me. He
started sucking on my clit. I had never experienced that before. It
was as if all the nerves in my clit became more concentrated.

"I need to fuck you. Now," I said. I
straddled him and took his cock out of his hands. I held it at my
entrance. I eased myself down onto Jack so that just the head of
his penis was in my cunt. I started moving up and down on the
engorged bulb. It excited me to tease him. He slipped easily in and
out of my wet pussy. Jack grabbed my hips.

"Well, then, fuck me," he challenged.

He pulled down on my hips, but I resisted.
Let him wait. I kissed him urgently on the mouth. He tensed his
hips and tried to tilt himself upwards and farther inside me.

"Oh, come on, baby. Let me inside you. Let me
feel you."

I could feel myself getting more and more
aroused until I could no longer resist. I slammed myself down on
his cock, feeling the full length of him slide inside me all at
once. I pumped my hips all the way up and down so I could feel the
full length of him each time.

"Oh, you feel so good. I imagined fucking you
every time I saw you in class. I didn't know it would be this good.
This..just..."

"Exceeds your expectations?" I smirked at
him.

"It does."

Jack let his hands wander around to my ass.
He held each cheek, feeling the round curves of my haunches. His
hands made their way back to my hips and he grabbed them firmly. He
forced my hips into a faster, more blunt motion. He groaned as he
sped me up. I could hear the sound of his cock thrusting in and out
of my wet hole. His mouth parted and he tilted his head back so he
could look into my eyes. I could feel his body tense as he got
closer. He had started moving his hips to the same rhythm as I was
going. He pumped me hard a few more times and then let go of my
hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up.
Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him.

Jack set me down in front of his desk. His
erection pressed against me. It was glistening with my wetness. The
veins pressed against the tight skin of his shaft. I could smell
the scent of my pussy, the scent of our sex, in the air. Jack
smiled at me again. He put his hands on my shoulders and lightly
turned me around. He reached around me and began fondling my full
breasts. Each nipple he pinched lightly between his fingers to
harden them. He brought his thumbs up to my mouth.

"Lick them."

I did as I was told. He strummed my nipples
with his wet thumbs The moisture made them even more sensitive.

"Mmmm...keep doing that."

He continued rolling his thumbs on my
nipples. With his feet he parted my feet so I stood with my legs
spread. I felt the tip of his prick rest against my opening. He
slid his hands to my upper back and pressed me down so I lay flat
on the desk. He slid his hands down my back, and again to my hips
and further down to my ass. I wriggled my ass at him, tempting him
to stick his cock in me again. His hands explored further, his
fingertips came to rest on my outer labia, next to the opening of
my cunt. He spread me and then entered me with a single thrust. I
yelped in surprise. The wave of pleasure came over me like a sting.
He kept his fingers there, feeling himself thrust in and out of my
pussy. I squeezed myself against him, feeling his entire girth as
he moved in me.

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