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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.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “I want to watch you.”

  I reached down and began rubbing my clit. I could feel his eyes on my face and body, taking me in. He pounded against me hard and slow as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Come for me.”

  Jack’s hand crept back to my hips. The same hands that had so innocently been handing me my paper an hour ago now held me tight as the professor rammed himself into me. He started fucking me faster as my moans increased. I hope the night janitor doesn’t hear me. He felt too good to stop, though. The tension inside me rose. Just before I came, my body arched against the desk. Then came the release. My pussy squeezed tight around his cock and then began to pulse as the orgasm came over me. I let out a long moan. Jack groaned and fucked me harder. As he came, he pressed himself deep inside me. As his orgasm subsided, Jack fell on top of me

  “You know, you fuck as well as you write—and you wrote a pretty spectacular paper.”

  I smiled and wiggled my hips against him.

  “Thank you, professor.”

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