Today is a good day for a hot story about a sexy professor! Here’s a little snippet for you to enjoy:
All I wanted to do was graduate and be done with this place, and professors like him who made things difficult just for the sake of making them difficult. And Professor Cross was the worst of them. I could see how much he enjoyed watching me squirm.
“Please don’t,” I said. “There’s only a few weeks left before graduation.”
“Then you must have some sort of plan for when you fail my course. The zero from the paper obviously written by someone else puts you well below the threshold for a passing grade.”
My shoulders slumped. “That was why I bought it. I just wanted to pass this class and no matter how hard I was always hanging on by the skin of my teeth. When I realized I missed the assignment… I didn’t have time to write it! I didn’t want to fail! Please, Professor. I just want to graduate. Please let me pass your class. Give me extra credit, something, anything.”
For a moment, I thought I had gotten through to him. He seemed to be considering it and I thought maybe, just maybe, I would have a chance.
Then he turned to me and said no.
“You’ve already shown yourself to be a misbehaving liar. If you don’t graduate, it’s your own fault.”
“But… Please, Professor Cross. I’ll do anything!”
“Oh really? Anything?”
Something about the way he said that made my heart start to beat a little faster. Maybe it was the gleam in his eye. But I nodded my head.
“Then get down on your knees and put that mouth of yours to work.”
I was so stunned that I couldn’t even react. I must have heard wrong. Professors didn’t proposition their students in the middle of class like that. It was wrong, it was immoral, it… didn’t happen to girls like me, no matter what kind of dreams I had at night.
“Well?” Professor Cross said. “Are you going to do it? Or will I record this zero in my grade book?”
The fact that he hadn’t already made me wonder how long he had this in mind. But only for a second because then I saw the bulge forming in the front of his pants and I realized it was really happening and he was absolutely serious.
“I’m waiting, Elisa,” he said sternly.
“But… it’s wrong. And I’ve never done it before. I don’t know how.”
His grin widened. “Then follow my instructions. Start by getting on your knees.”
Without a second thought I did as he instructed, and he went and sat down at the chair in front of his desk, his erection looking like a tent pole. I reached out and, as per his instructions, slowly unzipped his fly and took out a cock I could swear was as long and thick as my forearm. No, that was exaggerating a bit but still it was impossibly huge, dark at the frothy tip and covered in throbbing veins.
A deep ache settled into my pussy, like nothing I had ever experienced before. Sure I played with myself on occasion, even fantasized about what men could do to me. But never brought with it this deep, desperate need.
There’s a lot more where that came from! Have a fun weekend and look for it next week!