Professor Maintains Authority
PROFESSOR MAINTAINS AUTHORITY
I was taking up my second college degree. Obviously, beingthirty-two was a lot older than most of my classmates so
I was a bit bolder in class than they were. One of our professors
was a youngish guy of about 30, very serious about his work
and very very attractive. He was about six feet tall, clean
cut hair, soulful dark brown eyes behind frameless Ben
Franklin eyeglasses. He came to class in khakis and checkered
shirts, penny loafers, and a leather portfolio his signature
teaching get-up. He looks pretty geeky to most, but he had
an air of animal appeal about him. Here?s how I seduced Professor
Mendez.
I first noticed that animal appeal when he called me to
his office about a paper I wrote. He asked my permission
if I would allow him to use it in his other classes. I, of course,
was flattered and naturally, consented. While he spoke,
I noticed that he was smiling more than usual. He had the
most dashing smile I?ve ever seen. I was getting pretty
uncomfortable watching this handsome specimen of the
male human in front of me and not getting my hands on him!
I vowed there and then that I would?..somehow.
The next week, I came to class wearing the same types of
clothes but with some adjustments. An additional blouse
button left open, skirt slits slit up a bit higher, subtle
stuff really. All this was just a prelude to what would come
next. All the younger boys in my classes noticed and they
didn?t waste time letting me know. All of a sudden, they
were noticing me. But I felt that the object of my attention
was either refusing to notice or was not seeing anything
new about me. I decided it was time to take pretty drastic
measures.
The following school day, I put on a very short skirt and
a knit blouse that had a rather deep V neckline, very nicely
revealing my 38Bs encased in a white lace bra. I didn?t wear
any panties. I sat in the middle of the row fronting Prof.
Mendez?s desk. Today, he was going to notice.
When he walked into the classroom, he went straight to
his desk, laid his things on the table and went to the chalkboard.
He started talking about pharaohs and digs somewhere in
Egypt but. I couldn?t really pay attention to what he was
saying, because I was busy plotting my moves. I wanted to
be subtle so as not to attract attention from the wrong person(s)
i.e. my male classmates, but at the same time bold enough
to attract Prof. Mendez?s attention.
Slowly, I slid a little lower in my seat. I then parted my
legs, just enough to allow a peek at my shaved pussy. When
Prof Mendez turned to the class, he looked towards the back
of the class first. Then his vision moved towards the front.
I caught him off guard. He never expected this. I saw him
blush for a while. I looked at him with hungry eyes. He looked
away. He tried to continue with the discussion. I would
notice him stealing peeks at my naked vulva. Normally,
he walked around the classroom while discussing the lesson.
Today he stayed behind his desk. I was enjoying the pseudo-power
I had over him. He stood there, babbling about sarcophagi
and mummies but his mind was obviously fixated on me. I felt
like I could have ordered him to strip right there and then
and he would have obeyed me. There was a raw hunger in his
eyes. Something I had never seen before. And I knew that
that hunger was for me. I can feel it pierce every fiber in
my body. I felt I had him under my spell. And he was totally
powerless. Or so I thought.
After the class, I approached him and told him that the
copies of my paper that he requested were in a folder in my
car. He walked with me to the parking lot. It was his last
class for the day as it too was for me.
When we were already at my car, I intentionally dropped
my keys. He was standing behind me. I bent over with my legs
slightly apart. I guess he saw what I wanted him to see because
I heard a gasp escape his lips. I proceeded to open the lock
and then the door. I went into the backseat, pretending
to reach for the folder. I knew that he had a good view of my
ass and pussy. He was just standing there. I don?t know if
he was shocked at my forwardness or if he was motionless
with lust.
I sat on the backseat, facing him and parted my legs. I started
touching myself. My pussy was wet. My finger felt good on
it. An entire afternoon of teasing left me extra horny.
I rubbed at my labia slowly and lightly. His gaze was fixed
on my wet slit. I looked at the bulge on the front of his khakis.
He looked around and then he took the car keys from the door.
He got in the driver?s seat and motioned for me to get into
the front passenger seat.
We drove away. ?You live near here, don?t you?? he asked.
I nodded and gave him directions. While driving, he placed
his hand on my thigh. ?You are such a tease. I could have ripped
your clothes off right in the classroom, ? he said in a deep
voice. ?I knew you would never allow that, not that I wouldn?t
have liked it.? The prim and proper professor was allowing
a glimpse of his sexuality. I must admit, it turned me on
big time! I took his hand and guided it to my wetness. He groaned
and shoved a finger up my hole. When we reached my building,
he parked the car and then gave me the most luscious kiss
I ever had then we hurried up to my apartment.
The moment he closed the door, he ripped my blouse open and
dove to my ample breasts. He nibbled gently on my nipples
through the soft lace. Pulling down the cups of my bra, he
continued sucking like a hungry baby. His hand wandered
down to the wetness between my legs and his middle finger
found my clit. He started rubbing it slowly and gently.
I couldn?t wait for him to slip a finger into my slit so I ground
my hips into his hand. But the Professor had a different
agenda.
He knew how much I wanted him. And he knew what he wanted to
do.
Now totally naked, he took me, in the same manner of undress,
to the dining table. He lay me down on the table, spread my
legs and my labia. He was exploring the folds and crevices
of my womanhood. He ran the tips of his fingers over the juicy
flesh, momentarily poking into the depths, teasing me
more and more. I wanted him more than anything. I wanted
him to ravage me. But he took his time. Inhaling my fragrance
and running his tongue over my clit, speaking between licks,
asking how I liked what he was doing (are you kidding???
Fuck me already!!). He stood up, aimed his hard tool at my
pussy and rubbed the tip on my clit. The mere touch of his
manhood at my moist bud sent torrents of electricity running
through my body. I wanted him to ram it into me. I wanted him
to burrow the depths of my cunt. I was moving my hips, trying
to get that hard thing inside me. Instead, he inserted the
head and started massaging my clit with his thumb. Little
by little, he gave me more of his rod. He was pushing it in
at a painfully slow rate. When he finally had it all in, he
pulled it out again, repeated the frustrating process
of pushing it in slowly, and pulling out over and over. I
propped myself up on my elbows and watched how beautifully
his cock entered my pussy. It turned me on more. He was building
up speed. I lay back down and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He was like a jackhammer now, fucking me fast and hard. I
could feel the stirrings of an orgasm deep in my abdomen.
I can feel my pussy muscles start to tighten around his thick
cock. He was literally ramming his tool into me and I loved
it! His groans were starting to get louder. I was screaming
at him to fuck me harder! Faster! He was like a piston. Then,
in one glorious moment, we came?.he gushed hot fluid washing
the insides of my pussy with his sweet jism. The pressure
of his ejaculation was so powerful, I think I actually felt
the spurts inside me. I came with the same intensity. I felt
my pussy grip at his rod like there was no tomorrow. The spasms
of our orgasms spread throughout our bodies like mad wildfire.
He never pulled his cock out of my pussy. He collapsed on
top of me, totally exhausted. We lay there. Silent. Feeling
the heat of our bodies. That sweet moment of tenderness.
After a few minutes, he propped himself up, still not withdrawing
his long member. He caressed my face and kissed my lips.
I felt his hot breath on my face. His lips were the softest
and sweetest I have ever kissed. Our tongues probed, wanting
to be familiar with the other. We kissed long and hard. I
started squeezing his cock with my pussy muscles. He smiled
at me when he felt it. I continued squeezing. Slowly, his
rod was coming back to life. Deliciously filling me up.
At the same time, I felt myself getting wet again.
I felt him stiffen up inside me. It felt wonderful.
I eased him off me. He was somewhat hard again. It turnedme on. I took his hand and led him to the couch. There, I got
down and took his cock into my mouth. I licked at the head
gingerly, tickling the sensitive area under the crown.
He moaned and I glanced at him, and smiled. Inch by magnificent
inch, I took his shaft into my mouth. Sucking it gently.
I tickled his balls with my other hand. My sucking had gotten
more intense as I took all of him into my mouth. I felt the
tip tickle the back of my throat. His lovely meat was inside
my mouth, my lips touching its base. I could hear his moans.
They were turning me on even more.
?Sit on me?, he told me in a rather gruff voice. So I got up
and slowly impaled myself on his pole. I was wet. Flowing.
His rod slid in easily and deliciously. I threw my head back
as he sucked on my left nipple. God! My left nipple! It always
did the trick. It was like a switch that was flicked on and
put me on overdrive.
I started bouncing up and down on his cock. His palms were
rubbing onto my nipples as I bounced. I loved how well his
hardness fitted into my box perfectly. His cock and my pussy
were made for each other. He then told me to get on all fours.
He was still seated behind me. He started licking at my puckered
little ass hole, which was also wet from our initial fucking
and my newly flowing juices. His saliva was adding to my
wetness and it felt soooo good. I loved what he was doing.
His tongue rimmed my butt hole while he slid a finger into
my pussy. I guess my pussy loved it because it started making
slurpy sounds. I lifted my left leg onto the back of the couch
and it opened me up more to him. He inserted another finger,
then another?he now had three fingers up my pussy. He was
fingerfucking me slowly, teasing the walls of my love canal.
My juices were flowing freely. I reached down and started
rubbing my clit. When he saw me do that, he got up and entered
me from behind. He slid his beautiful rod into my pussy and
kept still. He let me move myself the way I wanted. Finding
his fingers still wet and slippery, he started rubbing
around my butt hole. Then he stuck the tip of his finger into
my tight tushy.
I was still rubbing my clit. Every now and then, I?d slip
a finger inside my pussy, alongside his cock and kinda tickle
him while he was inside me. He would thrust a little when
I did that, which drove me wild. All that attention on my
pussy, my tushy and my clit was making me go crazy. I could
feel the stirrings of another orgasm deep in me. Prof. Mendez,
feeling that now familiar tightening around his cock,
placed his fingers on the lips of my pussy and spread them
open. Taking the free fingers from the hand in my tushy,
he shoved them alongside his cock. He never removed the
finger in my tushy. There were an additional two fingers
inside my pussy now. I was spread to the limits, but I loved
the pleasure I was getting from the subtle pain that the
stretching was causing me. It was delicious pain and it
was bringing me closer to exploding.
He was thrusting faster now. And I was bucking my hips. Incredible
waves of pleasure were ripping through my entire being.
I screamed his name out. As I hit my orgasm, he let himself
loose. He started pummeling my vagina with the same brute
strength he had the first time. As he neared heaven, he grabbed
my waist and fired away. With one deep final thrust, he shot
his heat inside me. Again, I felt the shots of his white lava
deep inside me.
All the while I was staging the plot to seduce this stud,
I thought I had him under my spell. Little did I know that
the Professor did know how to maintain his authority. The
Professor and I always have our after class activities
now. We sometimes even get to do it at the University. At
the gym, the library, his office, our cars? And the teasing
never stops. I never wear any underwear to class anymore
and I always wear skirts.
Oh?. and incidentally, I am now Mrs. Mendez :)
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