Hot for Teacher IV

“Hallway looks clear… I think everyone has pretty much already left for winter break.”

“Yeah, that would make sense. I submitted the final grades on Wednesday. Cleaned out my office. Most everyone in my cohort left last week.”

“I’m going to lock this door… just in case.”

“Yeah, good. Although, you know, we are officially in the clear. I’ve got the Doctorate degree to prove it.”

“I know, but… old habits. You might not be my TA anymore, but I still don’t really want to get caught with my pants down at my place of work.”

“Good point.”

“Come here. Congratulations, Doctor.”

“Oh my god, please don’t call me that. What if I’m on a plane and someone actually needs a doctor? A PhD in Art History isn’t going to be very helpful in that situation.”

“Maybe not, but sure is fun to throw around.”

“So… our last day on campus together. Better make the most of it. Your apartment doesn’t really have the same classroom vibe, Professor.”

“No, I guess it doesn’t. But there’s always my office.”

“True. I’m going to miss working for you.”

“Mm, so am I. But it’s time you finally lead your own classroom. You’ve worked so hard—I really can’t wait to see where it all takes you.”

“Okay, okay, you’re sweet, but you’re killing the mood. You can get all mushy and congratulate me later. Right now, I’m looking for something a little… sterner.”

You move away from me and sit down at a desk in the front row. Just like that… the game is on. You snap into character.

We planned out every detail of this scene, knowing it’s likely going to be the last time we’ll be at the university together.

You’re not moving or anything, thank god, but you’ll probably start working for a museum or a research institute or something and our little game will have to be played at home.

So… our one last hurrah. Here it goes.

“Look, I know. Today’s the last day of the semester… everyone’s already gone for winter break. Believe me, I don’t want to be here either. But I can’t let you go until you re-do this exam. It’s my responsibility as your professor to make sure you know this material. So… let’s get this over and done with, shall we?”

“I’m really sorry you have to stay late to do this, Professor. I appreciate it, really—”

“No, no, don’t apologize. It’s alright. Like I said, it’s my responsibility as your Professor to make sure that you don’t leave here until you understand the material.”

I lean back against the podium, my hands in my blazer pockets, and watch. You’re squirming a little, shifting around in your seat, leaning forward and back, crossing and uncrossing your legs every few moments.

You’re struggling. Just how I like it.

“I’m just… I’m nervous that I’m going to fail this exam again. I’m awful at taking tests and I really, really don’t want to let you down.”

“Well… if you’re really that worried about it, there might be another way that you can earn a passing grade.”

“Really? I would do pretty much anything other than take a test.”

“Yeah. If you could somehow… demonstrate to me that you’ve been attending and listening to my lectures, then I think that would be sufficient to give you a passing grade.”

“Oh my god, yes, please. Whatever you want me to do.”

“Stand up. Come over here.”

“Now, I’ve taught you a lot of lessons over the semester. You’ve done a lot of hard work. But today you have to really prove to me that you deserve to pass. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good. Now, I want to see how well you remember everything we covered… while under pressure.”

“This is your favorite toy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“I thought so. Put it in for me.”

“Now, go sit down. We’ll start things out slow…”

“Good girl, just get used to it. Now, in what century did early modern architecture begin?”

“The 20th.”

“Very good. Who is the designer of the Lincoln memorial?”

“H-Henry Bacon.”

“Good.”

“Okay, you’ve got the basics. Let’s make things a little more difficult. Which famous Greek building is supported by six caryatids carved into its false porch?”

“Um… fuck… the E-Erechtheion.”

“Impressive. Very impressive. Can you tell me who helmed the construction of the Erechtheion?”

“I… um…”

“Hm, guess you don’t know that one, huh? Well… I’m going to have to punish you. Come here. Up to the front again.”

“Turn around. Lean over the desk. Hold onto the edge.”

“Professor, I… oh, fuck… I love when you punish me…”

“I know you do. Which is why I’m going to have to be extra hard on you today.”

You spread yourself out over the surface of the desk for me. Legs parted… that tiny skirt barely covering your ass. I push the edge of your skirt up and pull down your underwear.

“Ready?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Shh, breathe.”

“There you go. Good girl. Thank me.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Thank you, Professor…”

Your ass is warm and red just from the brief impact of my hand. Fuck, the way you look right now…

“Please, fuck me…”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. But you can beg for it anyway.”

“Please, Professor, please, fuck me. I want your cock… please…”

“Yeah? And why should I fuck you?”

“I… I want you…”

“Hm, sorry, that’s not really enough. But how about this? If you can answer the next question right, then I’ll give you a very nice reward. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“How tall is Trajan’s column in Rome?”

“I need an answer.”

“I… it’s… 38 meters! It’s 38 meters tall.”

“Very good. You’re doing so good for me. Your reward…”

I reach into my pocket and grab the small travel bottle of lube I brought. I coat my finger and press it up against your asshole.

“Oh… oh, fuck, Professor…”

I tap gently against you, just slowly warming you up. Working my finger into you… a little bit at a time…

“Yeah, you’re greedy for more, aren’t you? Even with the vibrator… my fingers working into your asshole… you want more, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, oh, fuck, yeah—please—”

I slide my finger inside you, all the way up to my knuckle. Your whole body bucks against the desk.

“I like you like this. Desperate. Begging.”

“I want your cock, Professor. Please, I’ll do anything… please…”

“You want my cock, huh? What have you done to deserve it?”

“That’s right. You haven’t done anything to deserve it yet. Take another finger and maybe I’ll consider it. Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please—”

I push my finger in further… filling you… stretching you.

“Oh, more… more, please…”

I ready my second finger at your entrance. I know you can take so much more, but going slow… teasing you… it’s so much better like this.

“You like that? Like that second finger pushing in nice and slow? Take it for me, greedy girl.”

“Oh my god, fuck yes, right there. Oh, just like that!”

I slide my second finger halfway in, right up to my knuckle. You rock your ass up against me, trying to take me in deeper. My cock is fucking throbbing.

I want to fuck you so badly, but I know how much you like to be made to wait.

“Oh, fuck, so greedy. So greedy for my cock, aren’t you? Take these fingers. Let me fucking spread you out…”

“I… f-fuck, I’m close—”

“Oh, you think you’re going to cum? Do you have permission to cum?”

“N-no, but—”

“Then, you’re not going to cum. In fact, I think maybe you need to wait a little bit.”

I turn you around to face me. Your face is flushed, your hair a little out of place, lips parted.

There’s something about you, about this game we play, that just makes me go fucking primal.

“You want my cock so bad?”

“Yeah…”

“Take it out of my pants.”

Your hand curls around my shaft and pull my cock delicately out of my pants.

I’m so sensitive right now… even to the lightest touch…

“I want it in me… I want it so bad…”

“Yeah? Is that what you want? How wet are you?”

“I’m fucking soaked. The vibrator… and your fingers in my ass…”

“Let me see…”

I slide my fingers slowly up your thigh and dip into your folds.

“Oh, fuck… yeah, you’re extremely wet for me.”

“So wet… so fucking turned on…”

“Play with my tits… please…”

I reach my hand up into your shirt and under your bra. Your nipple is already hard when I squeeze it and twist it around in my hand a little.

“I want… five more spankings. And then you can have my cock.”

“Yes, Professor…”

You bend yourself over the desk once again, pushing your ass out and rubbing it up against my shaft.

Fuck… if I had less self-control, I would just fuck you right now. But this is how we planned it. Taking us both to the edge… dragging it out and going as long as we can before fucking…

“Ready.”

“Oh, fuck, thank you, Professor…”

“Thank you.”

“You ready for my cock? Are you aching for it?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I fucking need it. I need your cock, Professor.”

“Almost time. You’ve been very patient…”

I grab onto your left hip with one hand and guide the tip of my cock to your entrance with the other. I can’t get myself inside you fast enough. I know it’s you who’s supposed to be desperate, but I’m dying. I need you so badly.

“Oh, oh, there you go. Take that cock, baby. Take it—you’ve been so fucking good for me.”

“Harder—harder—”

“Good girl, such a good girl for me…”

“Can—can I touch my clit, Professor?”

“Yeah, make yourself cum. Rub your clit and cum all over my cock, baby.”

“F-fuck, I’m… I’m going to cum, I’m so close—”

“I’m close!”

“Pericles.”

“Huh?”

“It was Pericles who designed the Erechtheion.”

“Very good. You knew… you just wanted that punishment.”

“Maybe.”

You slowly turn around and pull me into you. Your face pressed into my shoulder… your arms wrapped around my waist.

“I’m going to miss this so much.”

“You act like I’m dying. I’ve just graduated, that’s all! Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of opportunity for playtime at home.”

“At home? Are you planning on moving in with me?”

“If… that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“C’mon… there’s a bottle of champagne waiting for us at my place. As well as a very serious discussion about your cover-hogging… and how we’re going to fit all of our books in one apartment…”