Hot for Teacher II

“...and then there’s the Ionic column. This one is more slender and ornate than the Doric style. You can always differentiate Ionic from Doric based on the scroll ornaments that sit on top of the columnal shaft. Now, who can tell me the three highest orders of Classical Greek architecture?”

I love teaching first-year students. Their excitement. Their enthusiasm. It’s all so contagious. The semester is halfway finished and I’m already starting to think about next semester’s classes. I was worried about leaving the industry to teach...but I feel like I’m really starting to enjoy it here.

“Exactly. And who can tell me what iconic piece of architecture in Washington D.C was made using Doric columns? Come on… no one?”

“It’s the Washington Memorial, isn’t it, Professor?”

My eyes drift over towards the front row of the lecture hall where you’re sitting. Your lips are curved into a smirk. Your legs are just slightly parted, and your skirt is slid slightly up...I know that if I were to look long enough I would be able to see your panties. I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to distract me while I teach. You love your little games.

“Yes, that’s exactly right. Well… it’s Friday. There’s only ten minutes left of class. What do you say we end it here for today?”

And just like that, we’re alone. Just how I like it.

“Letting class out ten minutes early, Professor? That’s so unlike you. You’re normally so… strict.”

Fuck, I want you so bad right now.

“I guess I just couldn’t help myself.”

I make my way towards you and lean over you, placing each of my hands on the armrests of your chair. My body hovers over yours and the smell of your shampoo fills my nostrils.

“That was very naughty of you. Wearing such a slutty outfit to class...teasing me while I’m teaching…”

“I’m sorry, Professor. I guess I just really wanted your attention…”

“Yeah? You want my attention? Gather your things. Let’s go to my off--”

“No. I want it here.”

You tilt your head up to look at me with that sultry smile I’ve come to crave. I glance around the empty lecture hall and feel my morals being tested. We’re used to sneaking off to my office...ever since that first time...but here, in this huge lecture hall… it’s much more likely that we’ll get caught.

Of course, that’s what gets you off, doesn’t it?

It’s the end of the day on a Friday...so no more classes will be held here until Monday. I meet your eyes and for a moment. Fuck it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Get on your knees.”

I get comfortable in the lecture hall seat you were just sitting in and slide my pants down to my ankles so my dick is hanging out.It feels so strange to be half-naked in the lecture hall seats I was just looking at from the stage. You settle yourself in the space between my legs.

“I’ve got some lessons to plan.”

I pickup my planner from the chair beside me and scrounge for a pen in my bag. When I’ve got what I need, I nod down at my cock.

“Be a good girl and take care of this for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Professor”

Your eyes light up as you push your hair behind your ears and slowly lower your head into my lap. Your slick mouth covers my cock with warm, wet saliva.

I write down a few vague lines about what I want to present in the next few classes…but damn...it’s hard to even pretend to concentrate with your mouth on me. I look down at your head bobbing up and down in my lap.

Fuck…oh, god. I tilt my head back and stare up at the ceiling. My fingers curl into your hair as waves of pleasure rock my entire body. You look so fucking sexy on your knees in front of me. Especially here, in this place. You pull your mouth away from me and look up into my eyes.

“Please, Professor. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”

“Mmm, well, since you asked so nicely...bend over. Place your hands flat on the table.”

You follow my directions, turning around to face the backside of the desk and bending over on top of it. You lean onto your elbows, placing your hands on the desk as instructed, and glance at me over your shoulder.

“Like this, Professor?”

“Yes, just like that.”

I let my eyes pour over your ass peeking out of your skirt. You deserve a good spanking, for teasing me today...but maybe I should switch things up a little. I like to keep you on your toes, so to speak. And I know you like to do the same to me. I pull the lower hem of your skirt up and expose your sheer, black panties. They are the ones you were wearing the first time we… spent time together. Ever since that day, they’ve been my favorite. And you know it.

“Well...you’ve been a good girl, wearing these for me...”

“Anything for you, Professor.”

God, this game we’ve been playing the last couple of months. It’s moments like these that I can’t believe it’s actually real. I let my pants drop to the ground again and my cock springs up. There are no windows in this lecture hall. Two exits down here at the bottom of the stage where we are...and one at the top of the stairs.

If anyone comes in…if anyone wanders by…

I rub the palm of my hand against your ass, just kneading and massaging one of your cheeks. I can’t resist you. My cock is hard and throbbing for my naughty girl. I peel your panties down and expose your ass and pussy…

Fuck.

I place my thumb against your asshole and press down gently, massaging...

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

I press down harder and rub your sensitive outer rim...

“Yes, Professor...”

“Ohhh, I knew you would like that. You’d do anything to please your Professor, wouldn’t you?

“Yes, anything.”

I slip my fingers into my mouth and coat them with saliva. I spit onto them, and the sound makes your breath catch...

“Are you going to play with my asshole, Professor? Right here...where you teach…”

Your fingers splay out and you grab onto the edge of the desk. I push the tip of my index finger up against your asshole and very… slowly… gently…enter you.

“Yes...I am. Your holes are mine. All of them, no matter where we are.”

You squirm and writhe beneath me on the desk...

“Mm, I love to see you like this. Desperate. Horny. You’re not worried someone’s going to come in and see you like this, are you?”

“What? Does it feel that good? You can’t even speak?”

“Yes...yes, Professor...I don’t care if someone comes in…”

I stroke the tip of my cock and spread my pre-cum around as I finger your tight asshole. Ohhh, god, I love fucking you. With my fingers...my cock...I just love being inside of you.

“Oh god…”

I pick up the speed and slide my finger in and out of you faster and harder. You buck up against the desk and push your ass out to take me in even further.

“Yes!”

I reach a hand around you and tease your inner labia with a few quick strokes. God, you’re so wet for me.

Fuck, my cock needs you. We haven’t tried anal yet, but you’ve mentioned a couple of times how badly you want to. I push the tip of my cock into your wet folds and slide into your tight, wet pussy...slowly.

I thrust in and out of you as I finger your asshole...fucking you long enough to coat my cock in your wetness.

When I pull out, you release the sexiest fucking whine I think I’ve ever heard. I let a generous amount of spit leave my mouth and it splashes down onto my cock…I rub it around, mixing my saliva with your wetness...

“Sweetheart? Do you want to feel my cock spreading your tight little asshole, right here in this lecture hall?”

“Y-yes, Professor. Please, please fuck me like that. Ohh, fuck, I need...I need you to fuck me. I’m so fucking horny...”

Oh my god...

I slide my cock slowly into your ass, feeling your tight muscles squeezing me...before you can even finish begging for it. I hold onto the edge of the desk, and pause for a moment to let you adjust. You glance back at me with a naughty, satisfied grin and I push further in. I push into you deeper until my entire cock is buried inside you...

Holy… fuck. You are so tight around my cock. I thrust in and out of you…again…and again. Each time I thrust into you, my cock is buried deeper inside your ass...

“You want more? You want more of my cock, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, Professor, please...”

I thrust in a little harder…a little harder. Your hands grip the desk and you let out a gasp as I thrust into you once more, my cock completely disappearing into your ass. I tangle my hands in your hair and lift your face up. You turn to lock eyes with me as I thrust deep inside you...

“This hole is mine…”

“Oh god, yes...it’s yours, Professor.”

I bury my face in your neck, biting you harshly as your moans echo throughout the hall. I reach around you, rubbing your clit hard and fast, over and over again. As my cock thrusts in and out of you...

“Oh god, right there...yes....”

“Fuck yes…”

I thrust harder. Faster. Your asshole is so tight I’m going to cum. I rub your clit harder and faster as my cock thrusts in and out of your tight hole...

“Yes, oh god yes...I’m going to cum...don’t stop...yes...”

“Ohhh, good girl! Good girl! Do you want me to cum inside your ass?”

“Please, Professor, cum inside me…”

You collapse onto the desk and I rest on top of you, kissing your neck and your shoulders, showering you with affection. We breathe together...panting...exhausted.

“Was that good, baby? Did you like that?”

“Oh my god, yes...wow...”

“You’re such a good girl for me, that felt so good…”

“See? We didn’t get caught.”

“Not this time. But we really played with fire today...”

You bite down on your lip and I help you off the desk. You arrange your skirt as I slip my clothes back on and as soon as we’re made up, your smile lights up the room.

“You know...it’s not just the whole teacher-student thing. I really like being with you.”

My heart skips a beat in my chest.

“Yeah? I really like being with you, too.”

You smirk and stand up on the tip of your toes to kiss me - and I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything sweeter.