The New Professor II

I lean over the sink in my office and turn on the tap.

Trying to fight thoughts of you, I splash cold water on my face. The throbbing in my pants won’t stop.

I can’t help but think about my fingers running down your body, adjusting my coat to your gorgeous silhouette.

I can still hear your rapid breath, the beautiful way your breasts heaved as I moved my hands lower…

I slide down into the armchair opposite my disheveled desk, but my mind lingers back to your hot lips…

I clear my throat and look around trying to clear my mind. A decent-sized space furnished with an expensive taste: leather armchairs, soft fabric sofa, and journals filling the large mahogany bookcase.

Thoughts of your perfect breasts in that wet t-shirt encompass my mind once again.

It’s a bit of a cliché isn’t it? Young professor, gorgeous student. Eyes meet, smiles exchanged, then the inevitable.

I can already feel the pulsing in my pants again. I try to shake the thoughts from my head, but I find my right hand already lightly pressing against my manhood.

Then I hear a timid knocking on the door. My heart leaps.

It’s a quiet and unassuming knock, but in my head, it’s loaded with possibility.

I hesitate, my hand still hovering above my clothed cock. I can’t be caught in this state, touching myself, thinking of you.

My breath catches at the thought it might be you.

Then I watch, still, as the handle turns and slowly the door opens.

Relief and desire wash through me when I see you in your figure-hugging white shirt, and a pretty little skirt that barely skims your thighs.

Oh, you look so good. My heart feels like it stops for a moment.

You carefully close the door behind you. You’re holding my jacket in your right hand. You tell me you wanted to return it to me, but everything about your body language tells me you’re here for something else.

You’re looking at me coyly. A sly smile on your mouth and a glint of courage in your eyes. My heart stops for a moment.

You bite your lip briefly, sending sparks of lust through me.

You make me want you so much, but I can see you want me, too.

I love your confidence in daring to come here so soon after what happened. It awakens something inside me. It makes me want to dominate you. I can see in your beautiful eyes that you want that too.

I wonder if I should cross this line, or if I should ask you to leave. You’re more confident this time, more determined.

I watch your perfect ass as you walk over to my desk, throwing me a sexy look over your shoulder as you go.

You perch your little peach right on the edge and lay my jacket down. You stare straight into my eyes, your lips slightly parted. They are tempting, and so are you, all of you: your confident voice, your gorgeous silhouette, your enticing breasts underneath the flimsy fabric of your clothes. I can see your nipples hardening through the fabric already.

You’re making me hard and we’ve barely even begun.

I slowly close the distance between us, my gaze on yours, questioning.

You know what I’m asking you without words, loud and clear.

I’m so close now, just a breath away. I can feel the heat of your body. I see the tiny, instinctive lick of your lips.

The tip of your sexy pointed shoes brush against mine. You look me straight in the eye as I place my hand on your hip, arching my brow lightly. You smile at me like the little minx that you are.

“Are you sure?” I ask huskily.

We could both get in trouble, but… god, you are just so sexy.

You want to take a risk, you tell me. You want an adventure, like never before. You feel this connection as strongly as I do.

I can see your excitement building with each word you say.

Your hands reach for my arms. I grin back at you, tilting my head closer. I slide my arms around you, drawing your body to mine… inch by inch.

You lock eyes with me, mouth slightly parted, and your hands slide all the way around my waist, up my back.

You inhale as I completely close the space between us, meeting your lips with mine. Oh, they taste so sweet.

You give your all to the kiss, entwining your tongue with mine.

I know you feel the same electricity I do, rushing through your body. You’re turning me on so much. I feel like I’m losing control already.

Oh, what you do to me.

Your hips grind against my stiff erection as I press hard against you, pressing you against my desk. Your grip tightens on the back of my shirt. You smile into our kiss.

Oh, you naughty, gorgeous girl.

You gasp sexily as my hands slide under your cute butt and I lift you clean off the floor. You wrap your legs around my waist. The sensation of you against hard cock sends pleasure ripping through me.

You sink in for another kiss as I carry you to the sofa. My hand slides up your back. I lay you down carefully.

Your hips arch up to meet mine, but I pull away, standing slowly.

Oh god, look at you. Your gorgeous, sexy body.

Your eyes ask what I’m doing, but I don’t reply. I just smirk down at you and let out a soft hush.

You breathe out heavily, and this makes your breasts heave up.

God, how can you be so perfect?

Slowly, with no real rush, I remove my tie, sliding it through my fingers before placing it to one side.

You watch me as I do it, your hands sliding down to your own thighs, pulling your skirt higher, gripping your own flesh without even thinking about it. You watch me as I unbutton the first two rows of my shirt.

You lick your lip and press your thighs together. I wonder if you are already moist, if you are already aching for me.

I command you to lift your arms above your head. Your eyes glint and you smile cheekily at me, but you obey.

You want this as much as I do. You want me to be in charge.

You naughty girl. I see it in your smile.

I reach again for my tie. Slowly, teasingly, I wrap the soft material around your wrists. I give a sharp tug, but not enough to hurt you.

Then you lick your lips at me. Your stunning hair entices me and I run my hands through it, then I trace my fingers lightly down your arms.

You writhe underneath me, the feeling tickling and pleasing you. I slide my fingers down your body, inch by inch, taking my time.

Oh, my gorgeous student.

Your beautiful eyes meet mine as I caress your cheek. I can’t help but roll my thumb over your lips.

You naughty girl, you suck it sexily. Your tongue is velvety and warm. It makes my cock pulse at the thought your mouth wrapped around it instead of just my thumb.

I let you tease me a moment longer before I continue down your stunning body.

My fingers and lips glide along your neck, your collarbone.

Oh, I feel you blush, I feel the goosebumps on your skin.

Your breathing is becoming heavier, your temperature rising.

Oh, gorgeous girl, I’ve only just begun.

I reach your breasts. With my eyes on yours, I carefully push your t-shirt up and over them. You’re not wearing a bra. You knew what you wanted today.

Beautiful… the perfect size.

You let out a little pleasurable sound as I squeeze them with both hands. Then you moan as I gently pinch your nipples, the noise making me harder.

You are mine now, in my office. My beautiful, submissive student.

You moan louder, deeper, as I continue to fondle you. You squirm, your thighs rubbing together, your back arching.

You strain against my tie and whisper, “Professor…”

I command you to say it again.

“Professor…” you whisper. It sounds like honey on your lips.

You’re tugging sexily against my tie, the soft fabric brushing your wrists, stopping you from trying to touch me, to touch yourself. It must remind you of your position as my perfect submissive. And oh, you are so perfect at it.

I want more.

My fingers continue down your stomach, the sensation causing your back to arch beneath me.

You’re loving this, aren’t you?

Finally, I reach that pretty skirt. I don’t bother to take it off, can’t risk it in this office. Instead, I reach for the hem and pull it up, over your stomach.

Your breath catches. Your hips rise up for me. I grin. God, those legs...so sexy.

I lightly rub my thumb against your lacy panties. A moan escapes your throat.

You’re hot and ready. I hook my thumbs on either side and slowly pull them down, sliding them over your legs and discarding them on the floor.

You’re quivering with desire… filled with arousal. I can see how moist you are already, but I need to feel it, I can’t help myself.

This is what you do to me.

Your head rolls back in pleasure as my fingers slide up and down your slit. Your juices cover my hand.

Oh god, you are incredible.

You moan wonderfully as I move up to caress your little clit. You’re so hot and wet.

God, I want more of you.

You arch your back again, straining against the tie that binds your wrists. You look so sexy all tied up like that. You’re loving how this feels.

Slowly, sensually I am rubbing your clit. You grind your hips wanting it faster, but I am setting the pace. I’m not rushing you, I want you to feel good, to feel sensual.

You let out a little whimper of pleasure.

Yes, that’s it…

You’re so wet. I want to be inside you… to feel your warm pussy squeezing around me.

I can’t fuck you like I want to. It’s too risky here—but I can slide something other than my hard erection inside you… to make you tremble with pleasure.

I look up to your face as I sink a finger inside you. Your pussy clenches around it as you gasp and let your head fall back.

Your moans and groans tell me you love having me in your depths, stretching you, making you quiver from within.

I thrust my finger with the same motion I would use if I could climb on top of you and fuck you. I lean forward as your hips rock rhythmically, matching my pace.

You’re so aroused. You’re aching for me, I can see it in your face: so taut, eyes closed, panting.

Your wetness is running down my hand. Your pussy clenches and pulses around me.

You’re craving more, aren’t you? I can feel it.

I lean closer, close enough to smell your arousal. It’s so intoxicating.

With one arm, I pull your hips closer to me, dragging you slightly down the sofa.

My finger still inside you, you gasp. I love surprising you.

You look at me, your face a picture of want and pleasure. I bite your thigh gently and tell you to lay back down, wishing I had another tie to blindfold you so you couldn’t see what’s coming, so all you could do is feel every pleasure.

I tell you to enjoy this. I need to taste you. Your thighs are quivering in anticipation. You try to lower your arms, perhaps to hold my hair and pull me into you, but the tie stops you.

You remember you’re supposed to be giving into me, into the pleasure. You are mine right now, and you must wait patiently.

I can’t stop myself any longer. I take my first taste, dipping my tongue into your moist pussy.

You gasp and writhe under me as I lick and suck your clit. Your pussy clenches around my finger as I continue to play inside you, but one isn’t enough anymore. You are moaning so intensely, I know you want more.

I sink another finger deep into you. You moan like a goddess. Oh, that sound makes my whole body ache for you.

You’re whispering, “Professor,” again and again, lying there, bound by my tie, moaning for me, arching your back.

Oh, I can hardly think straight. I want to take you, make love to you. I want to sink my stiff cock inside you.

The way you’re panting, you want it too. I’d fuck your sexy body all day long if I could. It takes all my willpower to just keep licking your pussy instead, to focus on your pleasure alone.

My erection is straining against my pants as I suck on your clit. You squirm in delight. You love the feeling of my tongue and lips licking and pulling on your pussy.

At the same time, my fingers plunge in you and pull out again, and back in. You’re quivering so much, straining so hard against the tie.

Your beautiful thighs are shaking and your pussy is tightening around my fingers. Your wetness is all over my mouth. You let out a piercingly loud moan as you reach your orgasm. I have to clap my free hand against your mouth to quieten you.

You continue to quiver, to pant and moan like the goddess you are. I feel your thighs still trembling, your wetness overcoming me.

You’re making me so hard, enjoying yourself like this, hidden away in my office.

Your soft moans seep through my fingers. I glance quickly to the office door and wonder if anyone walking past can hear. Then my eyes meet yours again.

I gently ease my hand away from you and sit up, giving you time to recover, but watching you the entire time, not taking my eyes off you for a second. Your breasts heave hypnotically, up and down, up and down.

Slowly, you start to catch your breath again. You are flushed, disheveled, and gorgeous.

Carefully, I help you sit up and tenderly remove the tie from your wrists. I gently caress the red area on your left wrist with my thumb, but no marks are left behind.

I can’t help but run my fingers down your arm once again, then you reach down to the floor and pick up your underwear. You catch my eye and smile coyly. I grin.

You cheeky girl. This is exactly what you wanted.

You slide your panties back on, ruffle your hair and pull your shirt back down: all neat and presentable once more, the perfect student.

But your skin is still covered in goosebumps, and there is something in your smile that makes me gaze at you in awe.

You gained such confidence in yourself today. You are sexy, determined, brilliant, and charming. You’re not afraid to ask for what you want… but you have an endearing awkwardness about you that makes you a perfect submissive. My submissive.

“Come to dinner tomorrow night,” I tell you.

It’s almost a command, yes, but if you say no, I’ll understand.

I’m testing the waters. I’m aching to discover just how far you want to take our little rendezvous.

You nod and say you’ll be there at 8 p.m.

I stand, meeting eyes with you. You take in a little breath as I place my hand on your lower back, just above your perfect ass, and I lead you to the door.

I know I can’t kiss you again, but, my god, do I want to.

Instead, I quickly brush my fingers over your skirt, over your ass, and I unlock the door.

I watch you leave with a smirk on your face. This afternoon delight was just a taste of our hidden affair. Next time, I won’t stop at just one orgasm. It will be our dirty little secret.