Yes, Professor

I swear it was here when I looked a minute ago….

But I guess not. I can’t believe it’s already so late… and I still have so much to do. It feels like I’ve worked late every night this week and I’m still behind.

I thought being a professor would be a huge step up from being a guest lecturer. But now that I’m here, I don’t know. I guess it was worth it? I’m just tired of being tired all the time.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair… trying to remember what else it was I need to do tonight before I can finally go home.

Ugh. My shoulders are tight.

My mind begins to wander, thinking about all the different ways I’ve neglected myself lately. I haven’t had time for hobbies or fun, and I haven’t seen my friends lately… I can’t even think about dating these days.

I’ve got to get a better handle on things. At this rate, I’m going to burn out in a few weeks.

“Who’s there?”

“Oh, professor! I, um... I didn’t know you were still here! I’m sorry, I can- ”

Ah, my teaching assistant. Such a sight for sore eyes… though I’m surprised she’s still in the building so late. Surely a girl like that has to have better plans on a Friday night…

“No, no, come in. Please. I just didn’t know you were still here. ”

I slide my hand across the desk nervously, reaching for my pen. Something to keep my hands busy.

For some reason, her presence here in my office after hours is… off-putting. Not in a bad way, though.

Especially in that skirt… her hair pulled back, not into her usual high pony, but into a messy bun.

It looks like she thought she was here alone, too. I’ve never seen her this… casual.

I try not to stare as she gives me a smile.

“Same, I thought you went home hours ago. It’s been so quiet, I thought I was the only one in the building. What are you still doing here so late? ”

“Just working. Still adding commentary to that last batch of essays… And trying to get myself organized… you know how it goes. ”

“Oh, yeah. The week got away from me, too. I’m still catching up on some things I had intended to do on Monday. ”

I’m relieved and a little ashamed about what I was thinking about right before she walked in.

With the way things have been going, who knows what she may have walked in on if I’d decided to try to blow off some steam in the office tonight.

I mean, not that I do that often, but sometimes… well, it just happens. Especially when I’m here practically all hours of the day and night.

“Penny for your thoughts, professor?”

My cheeks redden a little when I realize I’ve been so quiet. Did she ask me a question? I don’t… I think I’ve just been starting off into space… maybe even staring at her.

“Sorry, my mind is somewhere else tonight”

“You know… I was just about to pack up and head home but… I could stick around and help… if you wanted. ”

“ That is kind of what I’m here for, you know.”

I do know that. God, I think it a million times a week, how lost I’d be without her here.

Always so helpful, and so efficient. Having an assistant that is so attentive and has a genuine thirst for knowledge… it’s been the one thing that’s made this academic year bearable.

You could, but right now I’m just trying to find my glasses. I won’t even be able to tell you what needs to be graded unless I–

“Well, professor, lucky for you I can help with that too. Here, I’ll come around there… and check the floor. While you search the desk. ”

She walks around the side of my desk and immediately gets to work, searching the files and books there like some sort of anthropological dig site.

It makes me smile. How seriously she takes everything that she decides to do.

I think it’s what made her such an easy first choice for TA this semester.

Whether it’s taking a meeting I forgot or marking a paper I got frustrated with, her always-organised approach is the perfect balance to my absent-minded way of life. Especially lately.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve told you just how grateful I am for you. ”

The comment was out of my mouth before I could think twice about it. But even if I was going to regret it, I can’t for long because of the way she’s looking up at me. My mind is entirely blank, staring into those deep brown eyes.

“Oh yeah? What makes you say that, professor?”

“It’s just… You’re a very diligent assistant. The work you do has really saved me this semester. ”

She’s on her knees in front of me still, and god, I wish she wasn’t. It’s impossible not to notice the strap of her bra peaking out from the blouse that’s sliding down her shoulder.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you. And I— I don’t think I tell you… enough. ”

I shake my head, trying to shake loose the thoughts running through my mind… of unbuttoning that shirt, stripping that bra off… hearing what sounds she would make for me while I—

No. Can’t go there. She may be my TA, but she is technically still a student… and at least a decade younger than me.

Besides, there’s no way she’s interested.

I’ve got to get it together… I can’t let my thoughts go there.

“So I’m diligent. And tidy up after you. Is that the only reason you can’t live without me? ”

The way she’s looking at me feels a little mischievous… maybe even… a little flirty. She waits… staring up at me… it’s like she’s daring me to say more, to acknowledge what I’m trying so hard not to think about.

That I want her. That I’ve wanted her since the day she walked into my office.

This isn’t really happening. I’m just imagining it.

“Is that really all you want from me, professor?”

She moves closer to me, and I’m not sure she realises what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does. It’s like she’s daring me to say the quiet part out loud… as if she already knows what I’m thinking and wants to hear it for herself.

“Oh hey, look what I found. ”

She lifts her hand up, my glasses cradled in her palm as she offers them to me.

I reach out for them but I can’t help noticing how her blouse has pulled free from the waist of her skirt and, as she stretches toward me, a line of soft skin has appeared between the material.

God, I wonder what she feels like…

“My glasses… you’re a lifesaver, thank you. ”

Even the simple touch of her hand sends a jolt straight through me, my cock swelling no matter how hard I try to ignore the effect she’s having on me.

“Thanks, I uh— I guess I should get on with grading. ”

“I guess you should. Unless you plan to spend the night in your office. ”

Her tone is light and casual. It’s just an innocent comment, but I have to work hard not to choke on the image that pops into my mind. Her bent over my desk, papers scattered across the floor as she—

“No, wouldn’t want that, would we? ”

Shouldn’t want that… can’t want that. I might have tenure now, but the ethics committee would absolutely lose it if any professor slept with a student, much less their TA.

“Honestly, I’ve always wished I could. I used to dream about spending the night in the library as a little girl. Is that totally lame? ”

“No, not at all.”

It would be so wrong… the age difference alone… and I’m her professor. Well… not hers… but… still.

I shouldn’t. I can’t. We can’t. But fuck, the idea of a little consensual power play is so hot. I try to break the tension and remind her where we are and what we’re doing.

“It’s a lot less appealing now though, right? When you could be anywhere else but my messy office on a Friday night. Surely you’ve got better things to do? ”

“Not really.”

She’s looking up at me, still on her knees at my feet, even though she handed me my glasses ages ago. She’s practically between my legs… and when my cock responds to the challenge in her eyes, I’m worried she’s seen it.

I try not to react, I don’t want to think too much about what she could do if she just leaned forward…

“You okay, professor?”

“You don’t have to call me that, you know. It’s not office hours… there’s no one here. ”

“What should I call you instead then? “Sir?” ”

“Okay okay, point taken. Maybe just stick with professor. But now that you found my glasses, you can You can stand up, you know. ”

“I know… but maybe I like it down here. And maybe I like the idea of calling you sir, too ”

I know I’ve been fantasizing but that was definitely not my imagination. The way she said that… it’s like she knows… it’s like she’s taunting me with the idea… teasing me.

She’s on her feet now, moving closer to me. Looking at me intently I can barely breathe. I know this is wrong, but I can’t look away… not when she’s looking at me like that.

“Is that okay, sir?”

She moves to sit on the desk in front of me, obscuring my computer and the long-forgotten papers. She picks up my pen and puts the cap in her mouth, teeth toying with the end.

I can’t look away from those full lips as they tease the end of my marking pen.

“What are you doing? ”

“Just trying to get more comfortable… That way I can help you out. That’s my job, after all, isn’t it… professor? ”

Her eyes are locked on mine, as I try to process what’s happening. What she is implying…

“It’s your job to help me out?”

My voice is husky with the need I’m struggling to reign in. God, she’s so close to me, and she looks so good. Smells so good…

“It is… and you know, I think I’d do just about anything if I knew it’d make you feel good. If I knew that it would help you get rid of some of that… tension.”

Her gaze drops to my lap now, and I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t ignore what she’s implying… what she’s practically saying outright. That she wants this, too.

I’m practically her boss… no matter how bad I want this… how bad we want this… how my cock twitches under her gaze…

“I know you want to. I can see it. ”

Her thighs squeeze together, tensing and relaxing. I want to reach out and stroke my fingers along the bare skin above her stockings…

“I’m your professor. We can’t do this… not here, not—”

“I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long. Let me help you, professor. I want to please you. I’ll do anything… ”

With every word, she leans even closer. She’s reaching for me, her hands on my chest as she whispers the last word… anything.

Her lips are so close to mine, I can almost…

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want this. Let me be a good girl for you professor. ”

My hands reach for her, gripping her hips hard as I slide her onto my lap. My cock strains against my pants as she grinds against me, and I slide my hands up her thighs, gripping and squeezing her soft skin.

She keeps moving against me, grinding against my aching cock. Fuck. It feels so good to be this close to her. Finally.

“So hard. Is this all for me? ”

I roll my hips, pressing my cock against her more firmly.

“You know it is. Naughty girl, coming in here and distracting me.”

“Sorry, Professor. ”

My lips can’t move fast enough over her neck as I work my way down to her tits.

“Look at you… fucking perfect tits.”

“Mmm, do that again, I like that. ”

I play with her tits, grabbing and squeezing them while she grinds on my lap. Fuck, I love the way she moves, the needy, desperate sounds she’s making every time my lips touch her.

“Professor…”

“You like that, don’t you?”

She grinds on my cock a little faster, humping me like she’s crazed for it, desperate…like she needs more.

“Mmm, yeah, it feels so good. Your hard cock feels so good when I grind on it, professor. I want more. ”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you… to take control. I want— You can do whatever you want— ”

“Anything?”

“Anything. Fuck, please. I’ve wanted this for so long. Planned it… I knew you were here. I knew you’d be alone. I know that you think about this, want this, just like I do. Please… I need you so bad. ”

I can’t resist her pleading, and I get to my feet. She struggles off my lap and I help guide her to sit on my desk.

“You like this? You want me to fuck you on my desk, in my office? You want me to make you scream? ”

“Please, professor. Please fuck me…fill me. God, I need it, need you… ”

She spreads her legs and I notice for the first time that she’s not wearing any underwear. Fuck… Her pussy is wet, glistening with the desperation I can hear in her voice.

“No panties… and so wet for me. You really did plan this, didn’t you, sweetheart? Such a good girl for me. ”

“Yes, Professor.”

I fumble with my belt buckle, desperate to get it undone and I pull down my slacks. I shove my boxers down to my knees, and my cock springs free. Fuck…it’s already rock-hard.

“Look what you do to me… ”

I fist my cock, so hard and already leaking as I stroke it slowly. She watches me intently, biting her lip.

“I want it inside me. Please– ”

Mmm, fuck. This game is a dangerous one. The way she’s begging me, looking at me like she needs it, can’t live without it. It’s addictive. My cock throbs and I stroke it harder, faster…

“You want me to fuck you? Right here on my desk? ”

I step closer so that the head of my cock is practically touching her, and I can feel the heat from her pussy, how much she’s squirming, trying to wait for my instruction.

“Does my good girl want to get fucked by her professor?”

“Yes, fuck yes… please, I need it. Please…”

The way she moans makes me weak. I need it too. I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything more.

I reach past her, and she arches into me, pressing her bare tits against my chest.

I grab the condoms I keep hidden in my desk drawer and rip open the pack.

Before I roll it on, I rock into her, just once… just wanting to feel the heat of her pussy… to know what’s soon to come…

“Tell me again. Tell me you want this. ”

“I want this. I want you. ”

I slide into her, slowly filling her up… so fucking slow, until I can’t take it anymore and…

“That’s it, take me...”

“Mmm, yes, professor”

“You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good wrapped around my cock… ”

“That good, hm?”

She grips the edge of my desk as I drive into her, again… and again. Thrusting hard into her pussy while my hands tease and twist her nipples. She’s writhing against me, and god, I love it.

“Such a good girl… you’ve been so good. So helpful. You worked so hard, and now… You deserve a reward, don’t you? ”

“Yes, Professor. Yes. I’m such a good girl for you. ”

“That’s fucking right...”

One hand moves up her body, gripping her hair as I fuck her.

She makes me fucking feral. We’re like animals, and I can’t stop as I pull her hair hard enough to make sure she feels it.

“Oh fuck, yeah professor… do it again. Pull my hair… ”

I don’t know what she does to me. Her moans… her scent… the way her legs are wrapped around me, pulling me in. She turns me into something else.

“Take my fucking cock…that’s it. Good girl. Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Sweet little TA wanting her professor to fuck her…? ”

I can feel her body twitch and tremble, shivering as she rocks against me. She’s so wet, and I sink into her again and again with ease.

Our sounds fill the room, it’s filthy and I wonder if the papers under her will be wet too. I don’t fucking care, I don’t care about anything other than the way she feels and the way she sounds, the way my cock pulses inside her.

“So good. You feel so good ”

“Who makes you feel so good?”

“You, professor. Only you…”

“That’s fucking right. Good girl. Good girl, take it. Take your professor’s cock. ”

I could cum, I could cum right now - but I want to wait. I want more, need more. I can’t let this end, not yet. I pull out, despite your legs attempting to keep me still.

“I don’t want to stop…”

“Turn around.”

I’m rough, tugging her to her feet and turning her around until I can bend her over my desk. I waste no time filling her again, thrusting the full length of my cock inside her.

“Don’t worry, I’m not stopping until you’re cumming all over this cock. You’ve been so good… you’ve earned it… ”

This new angle seems to change things and I can feel how tight she is around me. How hot and wet as I watch my dick sliding in and out of her slick pussy.

I slide my arm around her and find her clit, my fingers slipping over the wet bundle of nerves. I feel her thighs shivering as I rub against the perfect spot.

“Oh fuck, yeah, right there professor, just like that!”

She bucks back against me and I fuck her harder, gripping her hip with my free hand and digging my nails into her skin.

I’m close, and by the sounds she makes…the way she moves, she is too…

“Do you need to cum for me, my good girl? Are you ready for your reward? ”

“Yes, yes yes… yes, professor. I want to cum all over your cock. ”

I thrust into her, every jerk of my hips harder and more desperate than the last. She’s moaning and writhing and I don’t think I can hold back… I don’t think she can either. We both need this… right now. Right fucking now, it feels so good, I can’t stop…

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

I can’t believe I… we… just did that. I can’t believe I just fucked her right here in my office.

“Holy shit. That actually happened…”

“Yes, it definitely did. Finally. ”

I wipe sweat from my forehead as I turn away and deal with the condom. By the time I turn back, she’s fixed her skirt and is watching me intently.

There’s this satisfied glow to her cheeks, and I love it.

“So you uh… that whole thing? You planned that?”

“I knew you’d never get up the nerve to do it yourself. So… I just helped you along a little. ”

“Well, I did tell you, I’d be pretty lost without you.”

“Oh, I know. Don’t worry… I’m not going anywhere. ”