The Lecturer II

“Remember,”

I tell my class.

“...exam on Thursday.”

My students let out a collective groan as they gather their things and wander out of the lecture hall. Footsteps echo throughout the massive hall. People chat excitedly. The air conditioning is on full blast and I shudder beneath its cold wave. My eyes scan the throng of people, looking for someone in particular. Looking for you. When I find your gaze staring back at me from the dead center of the lecture hall, you’re still seated in your chair. You’re wearing that low-cut top I love so much. Your skirt is extra short. And are those...high heels? Wow, you’ve dressed up for me today.

We’re alone now. Just like last week. Isolated in this cave-like lecture hall fit to seat at least a hundred people. I stare out into the row of chairs, smiling out of the side of my mouth up at you.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“I need some assistance,”

You say, lifting your finger and beckoning me forward.

I climb up the first three rows, my whole body thrumming with anticipation. I can’t help but remember in vivid detail what happened the last time we were alone together. Your pussy dripping wet...my tongue sliding across your clit...it turns me on just thinking about it. And I have a very strong feeling you’re about to return the favor.

I lower myself into the chair beside you and orient my body towards yours. Your hand reaches out towards me and rests against my thigh. I ask you if there’s something I can help you with? I’m just so confused you groan with a playful pout.

“I think I need you to tutor me privately...”

You say. We both know you're actually one of my top-performing students in this class. But that doesn't stop me from nodding along.

I take a long look at the swell of your breasts popping out of your cleavage. I’d be more than happy to give you a lesson of a very particular kind. You reach inside your bag and reach around for something. What is it? What could you possibly have in there? My mouth runs a bit dry as you finally pull your hand out of your bag. You tell me you need someone to show you how to use this...you hold a vibrator in your hand as you say it. A long, thick, black vibrator. My pussy clenches with desire.

I can’t believe you brought that to class with you. I can’t believe you’re pointing it at me and telling me to take off my panties. I glance around the room despite knowing that we are indeed alone. The door to the lecture hall is unlocked. Anyone could come in at any moment. Is there another class after mine? I guess I’ll find out.

I slowly unbutton my pants, kick off my wedges, and start to undress. Soon, I’m sitting before you in nothing but my blouse and a pair of black panties. You lean forward in your chair and push the dildo towards me.

You tease the entrance to my pussy, trailing the head of the dildo over my panties with torturously slow strokes. Oh my god. Oh fuck. I lean back against the chair, my entire body tightening as you tease me ever so gently. The vibrations send sharp bolts of wet hot desire throughout my entire lower body. God, how do you make me so wet? How do you make me feel so fucking horny so quickly?

You lean forward and slowly pull at the elastic band of my panties, drawing them down my thighs and sliding them to the ground. Are you going to put that thing inside of me? Are you going to fuck me with this buzzing dildo? Here? In the classroom I teach you every week? Your lips press up against mine and your push your tongue between my lips. Your mouth is warm and wet as you explore every wet crevice of my mouth. God, I want you so bad. Please. Please, fuck me.

You tease me, telling me I must be feeling impatient today. I definitely am. I’ve wanted to feel your fingers up inside of me since our encounter last week. I’ve been fantasizing about you, wondering how you might make me cum. Now I have my answer. The dildo buzzes up against my labia before you slide it further up inside me.

I grip onto the chair’s edge, sliding forward and squeezing your forearm with my thighs. Oh my god, that feels so good. My inner walls clench tightly around the silicon shaft as you continue to penetrate me with it. You pump it in and out of me over and over again with slow sensual strokes. My hips buck forwards and back. I want you further inside of me. I want you penetrating me as deep as you possibly can. I squirm and writhe in the uncomfortable chair, my eyes never leaving yours. You tilt the dildo upwards slightly so that its smooth shaft presses up against my sensitive little clit. Oh god! Oh my fucking god. Oh, it’s too much. I bite down on my lower lip to quell my screams of pleasure. I know we could be walked in on at any moment - but that just turns me on even more.

“Cum for me,”

You moan into my ear.

My wetness is leaking all over your hand as the frequent waves of vibration stimulate my clit relentlessly. It feels like it's on fire. Oh, god. It’s coming. My orgasm. It’s almost here. It’s building inside of me. Rising up like a huge wave of heat threatening to explode out of me. The vibrations devastate my clit as you refuse to give me any rest of relief. I lean forward and wrap my arms around your shoulders, drawing you closer to me. Suddenly, my body tightens and I feel like I’m one giant nerve. Oh, god. Here it is. I’m cumming! Oh my god. You make me cum harder than I ever have before. You make me leak wetness like a facuet has been turned down inside of me. I slowly pull away from you, breathless.

You pull the dildo out of me and I take a moment to catch my breath. The cold of the lecture hall gives me goosebumps and I slowly put my clothes back on. You watch me the entire time as you put the dildo back into your bag. You thank me for teaching you a new and valuable lesson today and assure me you’ll see me in class for the exam. I watch you leave the lecture hall, my mind and body completely drained, my eyes never leaving your swaying ass.