I’ll never forget what I was doing when there was a knock on my office door. I told them to come in but my window air conditioning unit must have muffled my voice. I’m often told that I am too soft-spoken for a man of my size. Maybe it was my home life or some trauma I don’t remember but I don’t like noisy people and I don’t want to be a noisy person.
The knock repeated. I stood and walked to the opaque-white door. It was a student from my Game Theory class.
“My office hours are on Tuesdays,” I said.
“And yet here you are, in your office on a *gasp* Friday!”
She walked in, brushing past my shoulder and sat on the small sofa beside my desk. I kept a sofa rather than a chair to make my office more inviting to students who may feel intimidated by meeting with a professor.
I closed the door and walked to my chair. She was wearing a light brown sundress. She smiled and unstrapped her heels and let them fall to the floor and tucked her feet under her legs.
“How can I help? Is something wrong with the class?”
“Oh, that, no! No! I believe I have a solid A waiting for me.”
“Ok, then what’s going on?”
“I’m attracted to you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I came by because it’s Friday, the weather is nice, and I thought I’d come by and give you a kiss.”
“That is totally inappropriate. You’re a student.”
“A grad student.”
“Still. It goes against my ethical standards.”
“It’s just a kiss.”
She stood and walked over to the desk, leaned over, grabbed my tie and pulled me by it so that our lips met. I could barely breathe. She was so rough when she pulled me. But I also had a near-instantaneous erection.
She slid up onto the desk and keeping her knees together, lifted her legs up and over the desk and she spun to face me. Then she spread them, sitting before me.
I saw her panties up her skirt and looked away.
“Like what you see, Doc?”
“I’m not a doctor. At least, not that kind.”
She inches closer until she fell into my lap.
“Ooo, what’s this, I’ve found. Are you turned on,” she said.
“It doesn’t matter what I feel. It matters what I do.”
“I think both things matter. And I’m telling you I want you to do me. I’m legal.”
“I know you are. I don’t mean it as an insult. It’s just not right for the teacher-student relationship.”
She fumbled at my belt and undid it, pulled at the clasp for my button and unzipped my pants. I felt her warm hands wrap around my cock, tugging it free of my clothes.
“I thought so,” she said. “Every day in your class, I would watch you lecture and picture you naked. It seems I was correct. A man of your size has to have a big cock.”
I didn’t push her away. I didn’t slide my chair back, pick her up and put her on the desk as I backed away.
I lifted her dress over her head, exposing her naked body. She wore no underwear of any sort. Her breasts were small, but soft and supple in my hands.
She held the base of my cock with one hand, slapping the side of it with her other. I thought I was hard before but as she smacked it, I felt the vibration of my rigid shaft throughout my body.
She lowered my cock so the tip just grazed her pussy and she gently rocked back and forth, sliding it along herself. I felt her arousal and looked down to see her wetness on me.
She bit her lip as she moved faster and faster and suddenly she slid upward, onto my cock and was riding me at a full tilt. It was the smoothest entrance I had ever experience.
“Slow… down…” I said. “It’s been a while and I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I can’t. It feels too good.”
I was getting too close. I didn’t want it to be over before she came. The mentor in me, I assume. Have to make sure the student is taken care of.
I stood, lifting her onto my desk, and pulling out.
“No!” She whined. “I feel so empty.”
I covered her mouth with my hand but she slipped free of it and instead sucked on one of my fingers. It felt so sensual, like it was my cock.
I pulled away from her and knelt on the floor by the desk and kissed her thighs. Left, right, closer to her pussy, left, right. I sucked her lips gently into my mouth, running my tongue along the left side which was thicker and throbbing. She moaned loudly and I was glad my office mates were all gone for the day.
I pushed two of my fingers into her, hooking them upward and sliding them in and out as I licked her. She arched her back and then pushed my head away.
“I need more. Your fingers aren’t enough.”
I stood after my brief respite and took hold of my cock, teasing her with it, slapping the tip gently against her pussy. She wiggled and reached for my hips, pulling my body against hers. She lifted her hips and somehow wriggled herself onto my cock before I could figure out what she was doing. She was good.
She hooked her legs around me, her heels digging into my lower back, squeezing me to her. I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and thrust into her until I bottomed out. She pinched her nipples as she angled her head to the side, closing her eyes and breathing in ragged gasps.
“This is so wrong,” I thought. I looked down at where our bodies joined, between her legs, watching her pussy spread around me, taking me in. “But it feels so good. She is tight. She wants this. She’s an adult. I’m not a bad person.”
Just then, she moved a hand to grip the base of my cock again and she held it firmly with her palm pressed against her clit. She jerked her body hard, up and down, over and over again. Her cheeks turned red. She looked up at me and nodded.
“Now, fuck me hard and fast.”
I grabbed her by her hips and used everything I had to thrust as hard as I could. Sweat started dripping from my forehead onto her breasts. Her back arched quite a bit over a few seconds and then she went limp, her breathing stopped and then her hands dug up onto my back and pulled me down onto her.
“Now it’s your turn. Use me to get off. I know you want it. Don’t hold back,” she whispered into my ear.
I felt my cock throbbing and my orgasm close.
“That’s right. I can tell your close. Give it to me. Fill me with your come. I want it.”
I groaned as I shot into her, stream after stream. She reached down to my cock and jerked me off into her when I couldn’t move anymore.
“Making sure I have it all.”
“It feels like you do,” I said. I was in a dreamlike, happy state.
“Good,” she said.
I pulled out and stepped back to give her room. She grumbled about feeling empty again. She slipped her dress over her head and then turned toward the door.
“Same time next week?”
She kept walking, turned the door handle, and smiled back at me.
“Ok.”
“Oh good, I can’t wait. Next time will be even better,” she said. “I promise.”
I smiled at her and then she left.
“My goodness,” I thought. “She isn’t wearing any panties.”