“Look, just quit being such an uptight prudish bitch and-”
“That’s enough.” My voice booms out far louder than I intended it to, but the effect is perfect. Ted immediately drops his hand from it’s grip on her arm and whirls towards me, a scared look on his face that has me grinning to myself.
“It doesn’t really look like the young lady wants your hands on her, does it?”
“Oh, yeah, we were just talk-”
“Where I come from, ‘talking’ doesn’t involve grabbing a girl by the arm and stopping her from walking away.” I glance quickly at Ellie, who’s biting her lip as she looks at me with big, wide eyes.
Ted smirks, and for a second, I have to remind myself the consequences of putting my fist through his fucking face. “Listen, Mr. Mar-”
“Professor Martin,” I growl, and as I take a step towards him, he suddenly cowers a little and takes a step back.
Little punk.
“Yeah, sure, professor.”
“‘Yes sir,’ will do,” I say with a low voice. “And if I ever see you with your hands on a girl like that again, we’re going to have fucking problems. Do I make myself clear?” My eyes are locked on his, my hand in a fist at my side.
He nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“Move.”
He shoots one quick last look at Ellie before turning and skulking away.
I turn my attention back to her, still looking at me with those big eyes, her mouth hanging open. “Look, I hope I wasn’t putting my nose where it doesn’t belong.”
And immediately, I can think of a few other things I want to put where they don’t belong with this girl.
She smiles at me, that same grin from outside the coffee shop, and I can feel my cock twitch a little in my jeans. “Oh, no, that was…” She trails off and bites her lip. “Thank you,” she says quietly.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she rolls her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. “He’s just a jerk.”
Her eyes dart up to mine, and I can see her breath catch a little in her throat. “Look, Professor Mar-”
“You should have said something,” I say, cutting her off and holding those big blue eyes with my own.
I don’t know why I say it, especially since I’m already probably crossing some sort of line by intervening with whatever drama that was with Ted. These are adults, after-all, and this isn’t high school or anything. But really, she should have said something. I mean she stood there letting me hit on her, clearly not realizing who she was with those damn shades and that fuckin’ hat on.
Clearly not realizing she was my damn student.
And for a second, as roaring hard and single-mindedly turned on I am for her, that little fact starts to sink in. She’s my student. I could technically lose my job over this shit if she decided to report me for harassment or something. You hear horror stories of some flirty young coed accusing a non-tenured professor of “offering to change her grade” or some sort of bullshit, and the guy's career is ruined even if he never laid on a hand on her.
She’s quiet, chewing on her bottom lip as that flush creeps over her cheeks, her big wide eyes locked on mine.
“Look, I’m, uh-” I cough suddenly realizing my hand is still on her arm and dropping it as I clear my throat. “Look, I’m sorry if I was inappropriate. Your sunglasses, and the hat-”
“It’s okay, Professor Martin.”
Fuck.
There’s something so innocent about the way she says it, something off-limits and wrong about the way it almost sounds like she’s acquiescing to me that gets my cock rock hard in my jeans.
“Well, listen, I really didn’t recognize you, although I have no fucking idea how I didn’t with you front and center in class every day like you are.”
It’s not really flirtatious, but she blushes like I just dropped a line on her.
“You’re sure I can’t pay for the shirt?”
She laughs, and it’s this musical sound, her whole face twinkling as she smiles. “No, honestly, I’m the one that should be paying for yours.”
I shrug. “We’ll just say it’s covered by your tuition.”
She grins, biting her lip. “I’m here on a scholarship.”
Damn, is this girl hitting on me? It’s shy and inexperienced, which makes no sense coming from a girl that looks like his, but she’s almost flirting with me.
“Ah, well, in that case, I’m going to need you to pay for the shirt.”
She laughs again, and I realize I’m grinning like an idiot, allowing myself to flirt right back with this girl that I should not be flirting with.
She opens her perfect, pouty lips to start to say something, but then quickly closes it, her cheeks getting redder.
“Listen, you sure everything’s okay with that jackass?”
She grins at me and nods quickly. “It’s okay, really. Just an asshole.”
The thought of him being a jilted lover or an ex or something has me tensing my muscles all over again. The thought of her being with anyone - let alone a douchebag like that - has me seeing red for a second; like she’s mine.
And she’s not - not mine, that is - but that’s not to say I’m not thinking of every single way I want to make her mine.
“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open.” I shrug, “I work late.”
She blushes again and bites that damn bottom lip again. “Thanks, Professor.”
We’re standing in the damn hallway of the school, surrounded by people, and all I can think about is tearing that shirt off her and burying my face in those ripe young tits. All I can picture is her bouncing up and down on my cock, that tight barely legal pussy gripping my shaft as she moans my name and comes for me. I’m imagining throwing her legs up over my shoulders and fucking her like a girl like that needs to be fucked until I pump every drop of my cum deep inside that fertile young cunt.
Student; she’s a STUDENT you fucking idiot.
“Professor?” I shake my daydream out of my head and blink to see her looking at me bashfully.
“Hmm?”
“See you in class tomorrow?”
I cough. “Uh, yeah.” I smile, forcing myself to make it a teacher-student sort of nurturing smile and not a wolfish and hungry one. “See you tomorrow, Ellie.”
6
Liam
I’m in my office later after the rest of the building is dark and empty. And it’s exactly how I like it since it’s quiet enough to get some writing done.
But I can’t work tonight, because I’m rock hard. I’m imagining those tits, and that red hair fanned out as she lays across my desk, her legs spreading for me.
Damnit.
I’m hard as fucking stone, I’m getting nothing done, and I can’t ignore it anymore.
Fuck it. It’s dark, it’s late, and no one is ever here besides me anyways at this hour.
I have exactly one more voice of reason trickle into my ear, but I bury it as I quickly start to yank my belt off and unzip my jeans. I groan as I pull my cock out and start to stroke it, closing my eyes and thinking of her.
My head drops back as I imagine little Ellie Thompson on her knees, her hand around my cock. I growl as I pump my fist up and down, imagining her soft wet, innocent lips wrapping around my dick. I think of her big, pillowy tits wrapping around my shaft, her hands holding them together as she slowly and softly pumps them up and down, until I blast rope after rope of sticky cum across her breasts.
I stoke faster, imagining bending her over my desk and pulling those little daisy duke shorts down to her knees.
Please fuck me, Professor Martin, she’d beg, looking over her shoulder at me. I can feel my cock swelling up, my blood roaring in my ear as I imagine sheathing every fat inch of my cock in her barely legal, totally off-limits pussy.
And that’s what does it, I feel my balls twitch as the orgasm roars through me. The thought of blowing my cum deep inside her fertile young body - bare and totally unprotected - h
as me groaning her name out loud in the empty office as my cum blasts across a student’s paper on top of my desk.
There’s a flash of something in the corner of my eye, and I’m jerking my head around to just miss whatever it was. My eyes narrow, and I can feel the cold shiver hit me as I realize my fucking office door is cracked open.
You fucking Goddamn idiot, I hiss to myself as I jump out of my chair, tucking my cock back into my pants as I yank the door open and look down the dark hallway.
There’s nothing there, and slowly, I can feel my pulse start to slow from the manic pace of seconds before.
But that was close; too close. That was treading a line that’d get me kicked out of this cushy college job faster than you can say “better go write another best-seller.”
Been a lot of that today, hasn’t there.
I need to watch myself. First I’m hitting on a student and blatantly staring at her big, juicy tits, and now I’m almost getting busted jerking off in my fucking office. Yeah, I need to get my shit in line.
I’m shaking my head as I go back to my desk, and I’m starting to groan about the big load of cum I just dropped on some poor little shit’s paper, before my eyes freeze at the name on the top.
Jesus, I just came on Ellie’s report.
It's a filthy, cock-twitchingly dirty thought, and I groan before I shake my head. No, I need to get these taboo, off-limits thoughts of Ellie Thompson right out of my head.
Except I’m still thinking them when I lock up later and leave. I’m still thinking of fucking that sweet young body and watching those tits bounce high on her chest. I’m still thinking of tasting that tight pussy, shoving my tongue deep inside as she whimpers for more. I’m groaning as I slam the door to my house off campus, shutting the world out behind me and whipping my cock back out. All I can do is dream about covering her big perfect tits with my cum.
And when I imagine buying my cock inside that barely legal cunt and pumping her full of my seed, I growl as my cum goes flying across the room.
7
Ellie
I’m buzzing as I leave the English department building. I can feel my whole face blushing, and my entire body throbbing and tensing like I’ve been hit with some sort of electric spark as I make a bee-line right to my dorm.
Because what I just saw has me soaking through my panties.
“Well listen, if you need to talk, my office is always open…I work late.”
If I were any other girl - maybe a more experienced one, I’d say ‘talking’ wasn’t why I went to Liam Martin’s office so late, after the rest of the building was mostly dark and empty. But this is me we’re talking about, and truth be told, I don’t know why I went. To be near him and feel that illicit, electric glow I got whenever I was around him? To maybe feel that same rush I’d felt when he’d bumped into me out of class and talked to me and looked at me like I was this girl he had to have instead of just one of this students?
I fumble in my pocket for the keycard to my dorm, still feeling that powerful thrill thundering through me, making my nipples hard as points under my t-shirt and making my little pussy wet, soaking the cotton of my panties as I squeeze my legs together.
He said my name.
I walked down the dark hallway of the English building slowly, trying to even make sense of why I was there, and what I was possibly going say to him once I got to his office. What, that I was struggling in class? I was acing his class, along with every other class.
It was the grunting noise that stopped me cold in the hallway, a few feet before I’d gotten to his door. I might be young, and naive, and inexperienced, but I’m not that sheltered. I know the sound of well, that, when I hear it.
For a moment, I almost felt a rush of jealousy at the sounds he made. Was there someone in there with him? I wanted to slap myself for being silly enough to think I was the only girl who thought the tattooed, ruggedly charming Liam Martin was hot, and I almost walked away right then before I heard it again.
I had to see.
I forced myself closer to the ajar door of his office, feeling my heart pound with every slow step. Slowly, I inched my way to the crack in the door and peered in, but nothing prepared me for what I saw.
Oh my God.
His head was thrown back, his eyes were squeezed shut, and his hand was wrapped around the biggest cock I could ever have imagined. Okay, it’s not like I had any actual experience to compare it to, but it was huge.
It was like flicking a switch, and I was wet instantly.
I watched, my pulse roaring in my ears and my eyes glued to the man in the chair not five feet from me. His biceps bulged under the t-shirt he wore, and the thick cock in his hand seemed to swell bigger and bigger as his hand shuttled up and down the shaft. I could feel my young pussy just dripping desire into my panties, and before I knew it, I had a hand up under my t-shirt and sliding over my bra to get at my aching nipples.
And then, he said my name.
My mind spun and my breath caught ragged in my throat as I watched my hunky older professor utter my name out loud as his cock just erupted in his hand. I watched, utterly transfixed, as his thick white cum spurted out to splash across the papers on his desk.
It was the first time I’d ever seen a man come.
His hand dropped from his cock, and suddenly I realized I was alone in the dark hallway with my legs squeezed together and my hand under my shirt and my bra, pulling at my nipple. In a flash, I darted away from the door, and walked as quickly and as silently as I could to the stairwell.
The door to my dorm room shuts with a click behind me, and it feels like it's the first time I’ve let the air out of my lungs since seeing him like that.
I’m still tingling, still feeling the rush of what I’ve just seen pounding through my veins as I notice the note from my roommate Ally lying on my pillow:
Out for the night at Jason’s ;)
I barely give it a second thought before I’m letting my shorts slip down my legs as I peel the t-shirt off my body. My bra follows, and I’m biting my lip and moaning quietly as my hands slide over them, cupping them and letting my fingers tease over the pink, sensitive nipples. I drop to my bed and let myself fall back into it as I slide my hands down my body to hook my thumbs into the waist of my panties. They kick from my feet easily, and then it’s just me, my fingers, and my wicked, dirty thoughts of Liam Martin.
I gasp as my fingers pull at my nipples, my skin warm to the touch as I imagine all sorts of things Professor Martin could do to me in his office with that jaw-dropping cock of his. I imagine touching it as my hands slide lower, over the soft skin of my torso and down to the hot, wet heat of my young pussy. I imagine what he’d feel like in my hands, and what he’d taste like on my tongue. My fingers slide easily through the slippery folds of my pussy, and I whimper as I imagine his hands there, touching and exploring me.
I leave one hand to slowly toy with my little clit as I reach over to my bedside table. Ally is gone, so it’s the perfect time for the toy I’d blushingly bought my first week at school.
The vibrator is small, but it has me gasping and arching my hips off the bed as soon as it touches me. I’m moaning as I roll it across my clit over and over, while my other hand pulls and pinches at my nipples, making my whole body writhe in the bed sheets. In my head, it’s him touching me, him owning my body and making me moan as he teaches me everything I’ve yet to learn.
In my mind, it’s Professor Martin holding me down and sliding into me. It’s hardly a feeling I can picture, having never experienced it, but he’s all I imagine that night. He’s all I imagine as my body begins to crash over the edge, and that wicked, forbidden imagine of his cock is all I can see as I cry out and go tumbling over the edge of my climax.
8
Ellie
Wednesdays is the late lecture with him.
Two days later - two days of positively aching for him, and two days of sneaking off to the shower to rub my pussy until I bit my hand to keep
from crying out - I’m back in Professor Martin’s lecture hall.
It’s late, and it’s a Wednesday, and it's the class that most people show up to in dorm pants and t-shirts.
But I’m not.
I’m wearing a scoop-neck sweater, with nothing on underneath. One that’s a bit too small, and one that had my cheeks burning when I tried it on back in the room. It hugs my breasts in ways that I’d normally never wear it in public. But here in this lecture hall, I feel like it’s just him and me, because I’m wearing it only for him.
I’m also wearing a short, pleated skirt; nothing scandalous, but one that shows off a bit more leg that I might normally wear to a classroom. I’m not even usually much of a skirt girl, but there’s something so lip-bitingly naughty about the way it swishes around my bare thighs, and the way the air seem to tease up my legs to my pussy, covered only by a lacy pair of white panties.
But it’s when he looks up from his podium as I walk in, and his gaze locks onto me, that the heat just blooms through my body. I can feel my skin tingle under his gaze, my nipples hardening to sensitive points under the thin, clinging scoop-neck, and my panties growing warmer and wetter. It feels so naughty, and so scandalous as I walk to my seat at the front of the lecture hall, not looking but knowing his eyes are following and devouring me every step of the way.
I take my seat, and carefully cross my legs, letting the skirt ride up a little higher. It’s then that I look up, and my heart about flip-flops in my chest as I’m met with the fierce gaze of Professor Martin.
He’s looking at me like he’s hungry; like a wolf who’s found his prey. I feel a shiver run down my back, my nipples hardening even more under my thin sweater as he holds my gaze a second longer before clearing his throat and reaching for his lecture notes.
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