Hot for Teacher

Three hundred and forty-seven new emails...how is that even possible? Gotta grade these quizzes…prepare my lecture for tomorrow.

Who…? Oh, that’s right. I completely forgot I was meeting with my teaching assistant.

“Doors open!”

“Hey, Professor. I’m not too early, am I? I can come back in a few minutes if you’re in the middle of something.”

“Oh, no, no, no. I apologize if I’m a little scatter-brained. Just have a million things to do today, unfortunately. Come in - sit down.”

I pull my eyes away from my computer monitor and lean back in my chair. For a moment, I can’t even remember what our meeting is supposed to be about. I love my job as a professor, but damn it keeps me busy.

“What are you working on? Any new research or projects coming up?”

“God, I wish. No, unfortunately grading and lesson planning tends to get in the way of actual research.”

“Well, good thing you have me then, huh?”

“Exactly.”

You flash a smile up at me and I find myself finally relaxing a little. I have no idea where I’d be without you. You’ve really been a godsend during this first week of classes. You’re consistently prepared with the day’s lecture notes. You have no problem meeting with the students when I’m unavailable, and you’re a master at getting the ancient tech to work in the lecture hall.

“So, just wanted to check in with you now that the first week of classes is done. How are you feeling? And how do you think we’re doing?”

“I think things are going great so far. The students are really enjoying the material. They seem excited for the first project.”

“Yeah? Okay, good. This is my first time teaching since grad school. I’m a little rusty.”

You re-adjust the hem of your skirt and my eyes drift down to your visible thighs for just a moment. I quickly look back up into your eyes. I’ve been so busy this first week of classes that… I hadn’t really noticed how attractive you are.

But of course that’s a totally inappropriate thought for me to have, considering you technically work for me. You’re a student. And I’m a professor. It's just not a good idea to let my mind go there.

“So, maybe let’s go over next week’s lesson plans. Just to make sure we’re on track.”

You reach down to pull a black leather notebook out of your purse. As you lean down, the low-cut neck of your shirt dips to the side and I get a clear look at your cleavage. It occurs to me that you’re usually dressed much more conservatively for class. The skirt and low-cut shirt you’re wearing now look fantastic on you. And they’re revealing parts of your body I’ve never seen. I feel a sudden urge to touch you that I’ve never felt before. But nothing could ever happen between us, right? The power dynamic is tilted so heavily towards me, I would never want to make you uncomfortable. And the university ethics committee would have a field day if they find out a professor and TA ever slept together.

“Okay, so next week’s Monday lecture will be about the history of greek architecture. Wednesday will be Roman...and Friday…”

“Right. I’ve got a short film I’d like to show for Friday’s lecture, so we’ll have to get that projector working before then.”

“No problem. I’m on it.”

I take in the sight of you as you write in your notebook. The lines of your body…the soft curves…

“Professor…you seem a little… tense.”

“Oh, no, no - just a bit overwhelmed with the projects ahead. And just so you know, you don’t have to call me Professor.”

“I know. But…I kind of like the way it sounds.”

The way you said that…it almost sounded a little…submissive. Damn, my mind is running wild with the idea of a consensual, intimate power exchange between the two of us...

“Is there anything I can do to…lighten your load a little?”

It’s an innocent comment. You’re just trying to be helpful. You’re definitely not flirting with me … are you? You adjust yourself in your chair, crossing one leg over the other. I want to rub my fingers along your soft thighs...

“Well, I guess I could use a little…relaxation…”

Slowly, you lower yourself to the ground and get on your knees. You crawl over towards me, looking up at me with submissive, soft eyes. Fuck, you look good on your knees for me. Your hands reach for my shoes. You pull them off, set them aside, and begin rubbing my feet.

“I would love to help you relax, Professor. Just…tell me what you want me to do…I want to please you.”

Fuck, you’re really good with your hands. You squeeze the soles of my feet, then slide up to my ankles… my calves. This is so inappropriate… maybe I should tell you to stop...but I don’t want to. And you don’t seem to want to stop, either.

It’s clear that you want this…and man, do I really, really want this...but if anyone were to ever find out...

That idea is why this is so fucking sexy...I need to have you. Right here in this office.

“Lock the door.”

“Yes, Professor.”

You stand with your hands behind your back, at attention, waiting for my next command. I lick my bottom lip and imagine about a million naughty things I’d like to make you do.

“Take off your top.”

You immediately obey me, lifting up the hem of your fitted shirt and dropping it to the ground. Thank god there are no windows in this tiny office. To think, just outside the door other faculty members are going about their day, business as usual.

“Now what, Professor? What do you want me to do for you?”

I take a moment to take in the sight of your black bra just barely containing your breasts. What do I want you to do for me? I push a stack of papers towards you. My students’ quizzes that still need to be graded.

“Grade these. While you sit on my lap.”

“Yes, Professor.”

Oh, god, it feels so good to be this close to you. To have your body pressed up against mine. My cock begs for attention in my pants. I bet you can feel it pressing up against you as you settle down onto my lap. You pick up a pen from my desk and begin going through the first quiz diligently. While you work, I slowly trail my fingers along your back.

You shiver and giggle slightly in response, and I begin to unclasp your bra. It’s strapless which makes it easy to pull away from your breasts and drop it to the ground. I press my nose into your hair and inhale deeply. Fuck, I want you so badly.

I bring my hands around and squeeze both of your breasts in my palms. I drag my thumbs across your nipples. I pull at that sensitive skin and twist it around in my fingers. All the while, you keep writing red x’s and check marks across the pages.

You’re a good girl, aren’t you? I draw my hand up your neck and take hold of your chin, directing your head to the side so I can capture your lips with mine.

“Good girl.”

I continue to fondle your breasts, your thighs...drawing my hands all up and down your body, wherever I want, however I want. You’ve given me permission to instruct you to do whatever I please. And I intend to do just that.

“Stand up. Bend over the desk.”

I press my hips into your backside and lay my hands across your ass cheeks, kneading them firmly. My cock twitches with need and desire for you. I give you a little spanking, just to see how you react.

“Professor…I’m really, really horny right now. Would you like to feel how wet I am?”

My hand trembles a little as I peel the front of your skirt away and slip my hand inside your panties. Oh, god, heat is just emanating out of you. I use two fingers to part your slit and my fingers are coated with your wetness.

“You are very wet right now. What should we do about that, hmm?

“Will you fuck me? Please, Professor, will you fuck me?”

Mmm. Fuck yes. This game that we’re playing…it’s so easy to lose myself in. Hearing you beg me to fuck you is enough to make my cock quiver and tremble without being touched at all. I lean forward and press my lips to your ear.

“You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? You want to get fucked by your professor?”

“Yes, god, yes…”

I unclasp my pants and let them fall to the ground. I pull my boxers down until my cock springs up, ready for attention. I give it a few long pulls, squeezing the shaft and spreading my pre-cum around the head.

Despite the fog of desire clouding my mind, I’m still present enough to know that we need to play safe. I don’t have any condoms with me. But maybe you do...after all, you seem like you came in here with a plan to seduce your professor.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, Professor. In my bag.”

By the time I’ve got it on, my cock is desperate to feel you. I slide it between your legs, teasing your entrance as I bend over your backside. I slide inside you. Just an inch at first… and then…further… and further...

Oh, fuck… you are so tight. So tight around my cock as I push my full length inside of you. Your hands grip around the sides of my desk as I start to thrust my hips.

“You’ve done a very good job this week…and you deserve a reward.”

My hands grasp at your thighs and squeeze. Those delicious moans you’re making. God, we’re like animals.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, okay? No one can hear us.”

“Yes, Professor - I’ll stay really quiet...God yes…I love being your dirty little secret…”

I reach forward and grab a handful of it, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to let you know who’s in charge. I’ve never really done this before…being so dominant with someone. It’s like you unleashed this part of me that was begging to come out…

Your entire body is tense and trembling with pleasure. I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. God, I can’t wait to make you cum. I pull out of you and turn you around to face me. You lean back against the desk and I lift you up onto its surface.

With an arm around your waist, I slide you forward and shove my cock inside you.

“Oh, god, right there, right there, Professor!”

I thrust harder and faster into you. My free hand presses against your sensitive little clit...and you writhe in response. Fuck, I’m getting close…I think you are, too.

“I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum when I tell you to.”

“Yeah, I can cum for you, Professor. Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop...”

I thrust into you with hard jerks of my hips. You’re whimpering and whining with pleasure. You’re ready, aren’t you? You’re ready to cum.

“Cum for me. Right now. Cum right now.”

Oh my god...I…I can’t believe…we just did that. I wipe a bit of sweat from my forehead and our eyes meet. You look absolutely spent. Satisfied and spent. I love it. You wrap your arms around my neck and embrace me, resting your head on my shoulder.

“Mmm, I needed that.”

Slowly, I pull out of you and dispose of the condom in the bin next to my desk. I sit down in front of you and admire your lovely body.

“So…”

“So, Professor...I think we might want to start meeting once a week. Just so...to make sure we’re on track with the material.”

Your eyes are twinkling and there’s a hint of a smirk on your lips. I know you’re thinking about far dirtier things than ancient Greek architecture.

“Right. Once a week. Definitely. ”

“Feel free to call me…if you need any assistance…you know I’m always happy to help.”

My cock twitches when you bite your lip, despite how spent I am. I grin back at you and make a note to clear my schedule for this time next week.

“See you in class, Professor.”