Hi there honey, you're the last person I thought I'd see in my office after hours.
Don't play coy. I used to catch you staring at me constantly during lectures. I think
I've even thrown you a wink or two just to watch you blush. But the last week or so,
I noticed that you barely even looked at me. Have I done something to upset you?
Inappropriate thoughts. I understand the temptation. Trust me, I do. You needed help with your
homework, I suppose? Let's stay on topic. I think it's better for both of us.
That is a tricky one. I'm glad you came to me for help.
Why don't you have a seat at that desk right there?
No. Sit on it. That's right. I like that skirt you're wearing, but I didn't like it better
if your legs were spread for me. That's good. Just like that. Keep those legs spread and
tell me what the problem is. You want my help, right? Then do as I say.
Try the situation, please. I need more background in order to fully assist you.
And while you do, why don't you unbutton your gloves? Slowly. I can count the buttons if
you want. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. There we go. All done.
I'm going to start massaging those breasts. Be soft, gentle. Keep those legs spread. I
want to see your panties getting wetter as you obey me. I believe I will have a closer
look. I can practically smell that sweet pussy getting wet for me. Tell me truly, honey,
how long have you wanted this? How long have you wanted me telling you what to do? How
long have you wanted to play with yourself? Under my instruction? Those soft, gentle,
gentle kisses. You're shuddering now. I love how needy you've gotten for me already. But
I won't be touching you today. See this gloves? I decided to unwind with some wine. I'm not
going to risk an allegation of any kind. So anything I ask you to do is completely up
to you. You know I wouldn't have it any other way, honey. So about your problem. I am the
professor, so I do know the answer, but I think I'd rather make you work for it. There's
no such thing as an easy A, and I'm not going to give you an easy O either. Fuck, you do
look so good with your legs spread, tits up, shuddering. Whatever you want something from
now on, why don't you just say, please professor. Oh yeah, I like the sound of that. I'm going
to sit back and sip this mull back while you play with those beautiful tits for me and
that pussy nice and needy. That's right, honey. Run your fingers over your nipples. Squeeze
that work softness. Feel your pussy tingle and twitch. Your panties going damper. Now
I can smell that pussy. And the bouquet is more beautiful than the swine. Good thing
a professor has a very refined palate. Now girl, are you nice and needy for me? And do
you want the answer, the answer to the question you've been asking since you came in the door?
Not about your homework. Let's not pretend. The answer is, I do want you, but not as much
as you want me. Show me. Turn around. Put that pussy up on the edge of the desk and
grind for me honey. No, no, no. It's not degrading. I want to see just how bad you want it. I
want to see your body writhe. I want to hear you moan. That's a good girl. That's right.
Oh, keep grinding. Wrap up against that desk like you would my hand, honey. God, you sound
fucking perfect. You're so beautiful. Cheeks flushed, hair coming undone, skirt pulled
up over your waist, washing your wet pussy drag across the edge of the desk, over and
over again. Don't neglect your tits, darling. Give them a little pinch for me. Both nipples.
Ah, there you go. That's right. Keep grinding for me. Honey, you sound delightful. You have
no idea how much self-control it's taking not to bend you over that desk and shove my
fingers inside you. What I wouldn't give to rest your knees apart and bury my face in
your sweet young pussy. I'll bet you taste better than that swine. You look better, smell
better, and you sound fine. Keep going, honey. I can tell you're almost there. Ah, that's
right. You want to pass my class. You want to earn my respect. You want my affection,
my attention. Work for it. Grind that pussy and work for it. That's right. Just like it
was my hand. Good girl. Keep going, honey. That's right. Almost there. You ready? I'm
going to count down from 20. In each number, I want you to grind that pussy against the
desk a little harder. I know, it hurts just a little doesn't it? Oh, but it feels so good.
20, 19, 18, 17, 16. My god, you are beautiful. 15, 14, 13, 12, 11.
So willing, so needy. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6. Keep going, honey. You're so close, so fucking
close. You're about to come for me. That's what you want, isn't it? You want to come
for me. You want me to control you when you come. 5, then listen to me. 4, do as I say.
3, keep fucking grinding. 2, not yet. 1, come for me, honey. That's right, come for
professor. Oh honey, you are really something special. And such a risk taker. You didn't
realize that when you walked in my office door, neither of us locked it behind you.
Anyone could have come in. Even that boyfriend of yours. Or is it girlfriend? I know you're
in love with him. I know this was wrong on so many levels. But then why did it feel so
good? It's because you were doing as you were told. Straighten your skirt please and fix
it up. Good girl. Now, the answer to your question is 42. Isn't that simple? See you
next week, honey. Lock the door on your way out. I have some business to take care of.
Good night.
