The Professor
As a catholic school girl I was required to be wholesome and virtuous. This I am not. I sat outside of Professor Cox's office awaiting my punishment. I had been caught cheating on my calculus midterm. In my school uniform, plaid skirt, white blouse and white thigh high stockings, I sat patiently for what seemed like impending doom. Expulsion or detention I didn't know what would happen to me. Professor Cox's secretary got off the phone and said "Lillia Stevens, the professor will see you now." Sweating a little with nervousness my skin glowed in the sunlight as I sat down across from a large window in Professor Cox's office.
His blue eyes were so serious looking at me from across the desk. It was three o'clock and school was let out an hour and a half ago. Suddenly, you could hear the secretary's voice echoing in Professor Cox's office blurting a message over his speaker phone. "I'm heading home for the night." Screamed the secretary. "I'll see you tomorrow." Professor Cox yelled back into his speaker phone. "Do you know why you're here Lillia?" asked the professor sitting across from me in his big leather chair. "I know why sir." I said. My teacher asked me, "Why did you cheat on your calculus test?" I began to sob. I couldn't stop the tears. He begins to have a concerned look on his face. "Why are you crying?" he asked as he got up out of his chair. Sobbing uncontrollably I couldn't speak. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, we can get through this together." he says. Then it started. An afternoon I would remember for the rest of my life. I finally was able to speak. I began to tell him the whole story. Still crying I blurted out, "My parents are getting divorced." I went on to tell him how my grades were going downhill fast. "Professor Cox, I didn't want to cheat on my test, but I'm so desperate I'll do anything to pass my calculus class." I blubbered. "I tried to wipe away the tears, but was unsuccessful. I'm so sad. My eighteenth birthday was yesterday and my parents didn't even wish me a happy birthday.'' I cried. "Awe, that's sad. I'm sure they didn't forget Lillia." Professor Cox reassured me. Then it happened.
He pulled his chair close to mine. He looked me straight in the eye. Without notice he took both of his hands and cupped my face. He used his thumbs to wipe away my tears, and then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick peck, but surprised me all the same. With shock and awe I pulled back from his face quickly exclaiming, "What do you think you're doing?!" Professor Cox stood as fast as I did. His kiss electrifying and ignited a fire between my thighs. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that.'' He exhaled. "I don't know what came over me!" I couldn't believe my thirty-three year old calculus teacher just kissed me. It was like my fantasy I had at night when I used to touch myself in bed thinking of ways to seduce my professor. His lips were like silk and satin. I would compare his lips to that of a soft red rose petal. I didn't know what to do next. It was if my fantasies were coming true. I wiped away my tears and stopped crying. As we both stared at each other from across the room I could feel my heart start to race. Finally, we smiled at each other then rushed towards each other with a ferocious speed. Our bodies collided like bumper cars. Our rose colored lips met. Professor Cox's lips were all over me. His hands started holding my shoulders so tightly I thought I would faint right there in his arms. No words spoken, only seductive glances were passed between us. I felt his hands glide down my body to my waist and then back up to my voluptuous breasts. By now my nipples were erect as I can feel that he was also as hard as they were. Finally, his hands slid down my thigh to my white stockings and glided back up to my body passing my ass and stopping at my waistband of black lace panties.
"We shouldn't do this." He mumbled between passionate kisses his lips laid on me. "I know, but somehow we were meant to be together, Lillia." He whispered into my ear. I stopped protesting and started to unbuckle his trousers. Without any notice his thin fingers grabbed my panties and yanked them down to my ankles. Still wearing my plaid skirt I could feel my swollen clit moisten with his every touch. "Let me undo your belt." I whispered. We unbuttoned each other's shirts, kissing along the way. Professor Cox wore grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs, my favorite men's under garments. Our shirts off he unhooked my bra and my tits fell in to his big soft hands. I stepped out of my panties flinging them across the floor. I knelt down. My face was at my teacher's waist. Carefully I wrapped my teeth with my lips and placed them around his waist band. Slowly, I pulled down his cotton boxer briefs with my teeth. I pushed his underwear down to his ankles. Standing erect my professor had the biggest grin on his face. "Leave your shirt and stockings on.'' He said to me as he was gently pushing me over onto the desk face first. I could see my calculus test beneath my right bosom. Before another word was spoken professor Cox was inside me. "You better hold onto something." He thrusted his dick in my swollen cunt. I grabbed his desk, my white knuckles gripped the corner and I was hung on for dear life. He was just the right size. Not too big, not to small. Already I could feel his head hit my G-spot. Professor Cox leaned over me kissing my back with his tongue. He spelled out a word. "Guess what word I wrote on your back with my tongue." He panted. "I can't figure it out." I cried. His tongue was firm, but slippery. Faster and faster he went. He spelled the word again. "L-O-V-E." I exclaimed. "You're right; love is what I spelled on your back." My heart sank with delight. I turned around and saw my calculus teacher fucking my pussy so fast and hard I couldn't believe it. Then unexpectedly I felt one of his hands on my hip and his other reached around to my clitoris. "Wow!!!" he yelled. "You're drenched." "Did I do that?" He whispered into my right ear. "Yes, you made me so wet." I was dripping. My pussy was slippery and drops of my sweet juice ran down my inner thighs. I could feel myself getting ready to climax. He then did something unexpected. He grabbed my hair tightly and softly asked me this. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" I responded, "Yes, I'll be a good little girl." He then thrusted so deep inside me I almost came. "Are you going to come for me?" Professor Cox asked me. "Yes, I'll come for you." I yelled. As I felt my pussy muscles tighten around his cock my whole body shivered. Panting, our sweet sweat glided together. Our flesh meshed with each other! In a moment of heat and passion I felt his hands on my hips. We came together so fast and furiously. Both panting, he pulled out of my pussy. Glistening in the sunlight his cock shined with my sweet juice all over it. He fell backwards and immediately sat down in his chair. "Oh, uh." He moaned. "That was incredible, amazing!!" He murmured.
With a sly smile I walked over to his chair feeling wetness between my thighs as I walked towards him. Without saying a word I knelt before him in his chair. I leaned my breasts toward his still swollen dick and pressed it between them. I looked up at my teacher and kissed him. "So what's next?" he asked. And before he could say another word I engulfed his cock in my mouth deep throating him allowing my lips to reach the base of his shaft. "Faster." He rejoiced. My lips made a tight vacuum seal around his member. I loved the way he tasted. His cum was so sweet. I used my hands to accompany my lips as my whole head bobbed up and down, licking him so intensely. He couldn't last long. I looked at him and saw his eyes closed. Moaning he wrapped his hands around my head guiding it up and down his shaft. "Faster, faster!" he exclaimed. I stopped and looked up at him. I asked him, "Are you going to come for me?" Then I proceeded to lick him like he was a melting ice cream cone. My hands glided up his eight inch shaft. Then it happened. He climaxed in my mouth. I felt his hot love juice squirt into every inch of my mouth and loved every minute of it. I drank his juice down as I felt his head hit the back of my throat. "Oh, Lillia!!" he shouted. As I finished drinking I could hear him panting. "More, more, more!" he begged. I licked my lips and had a huge grin on my face as I looked up at him. "Satisfied my professor?" I asked him as I got up from my knees. I took a couple of gulps of my water bottle and washed down his sweet cum. We got dressed and sat down in our chairs and discussed my calculus test as if nothing had happened. "You know you'll have to be reprimanded for your cheating Lillia." He said as he leaned over his desk. I got up and leaned over his desk and asked him, "What's going to happen to me?" "Will I get expelled?" Then I had a thought. "Why don't you just give me a good spanking professor Cox and we'll call it even." He stood up and I could still see he was standing at attention. I leaned slightly over the desk, raised my skirt and professor Cox stood behind me. "You know you've been a bad girl, Lillia." He scowled. "Yeah, but you love it just as much." I slyly said through my teeth. He harshly started spanking my lace covered ass. After a few spankings he pulled my skirt down over my red but cheek so no one would see and then he kissed me and sent me on my way. As I was walking out of the door professor Cox said, "I don't want to see you in my office again Ms. Stevens. Then he opened the door and I went on my way.
Three weeks had passed and I was found cheating on another calculus test and sent to Professor Cox's office after school. With surprise in his eyes he saw me waiting for him in the office reception area. He opened the door to his office and motioned for me to come in. This time I wore red lace panties so it would match the color of my rosy ass after I got another spanking from my calculus teacher.
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