collegiate affair (19F/34M)

I will open this saying that I know professor/student stories are often very suspect. I assure you, though, this all happened. I implore people who are thinking about having sex with a student/their professor to think it through and NOT DO IT! He risked extreme administrative action because of this. If someone had found out, there is no doubt he'd be fired. I'm sure there is some student conduct I'm breaking as well. Anyway, on to the story.

I'm a 19 year old girl going to college in America. I'm 5'/5'1" (on a good day.) My hair is long and wavy, falling right below my breasts. I have light freckles all over my face and have a nose piercing. I'm pretty curvy, bigger on top than the bottom with DD breasts that look enormous on my frame. Let's say my name is Beth.

Last semester, I was taking a statistics class for my major. I was very unhappy to be in the class (math and I are not good friends at all.) I have a slight teacher fetish, to be honest. I have had many crushes on my teachers in high school, and now professors in college. On the first day of class when my professor, let's call him James, began showing us what we'd be covering (and how cute he was), I immediately knew I would not have an easy time in the class.

James was very tall, probably around 6'3" or 6'4." He wore thick glasses and dressed very stylishly. He was a little chubby, with most of his weight focusing in his lower half, gifting him with the nicest ass I've ever seen on a guy before. He had short brown hair and full beard with a brilliant smile. While I sat in class, I would always stare at the front of his pants wondering what his dick looked like or if he was more submissive or dominant in bed. My thoughts would wander to very dirty places every time I looked at him.

In class, he was very energetic, friendly, and very helpful. Even though it was an extremely boring topic, he always managed to make it fun and exciting. However, I was still struggling with the lectures after being out sick for a week. I fell completely behind. I would go to his office hours twice a week, sometimes being the only one in there. He would help me with my assignments, but we would always end up talking more after that. Soon, I felt caught up, but I continued to go to his office hours just to talk to him. However, I was soon crushed when he mentioned his wife who worked in the same building/same department as him. I stopped going to office hours and barely even spoke to him in class. He noticed my sudden change in disposition and emailed me one afternoon after class. He asked me if there was something that I wanted to talk about. I said no.

A week passed, and I found myself very lost after our first midterm. I went to his office hours late. He was just packing up his things. I apologized and said I would just leave and see him another day. He insisted I stay. We ended up talking for an hour or two after his office hours. He helped me with the problems first, then we talked about TV shows and music we both liked. The fire inside of me was reignited. I decided that I would go to his office hours again the next day. I wanted him whether he had a wife or not.

That next day, I put on a dress with a very low neckline along with my most powerful push-up bra. I didn't wear any underwear under it. I wore my favorite knee-high boots and walked to his office. I could see his eyes widen when I stepped through the door, and I suddenly became self-conscious. I pulled up my dress higher and sat on the chair next to him. We went over the problems, but I wasn't even listening. I couldn't stop noticing him making "subtle" glances down my dress. I could tell he was getting flustered, as he kept screwing up the problem he was working on. He was stumbling over his words and acting very nervous. My flirtatious giggles didn't help the situation.

"Looks like you're having a tough time with the problems too, huh?"

"I guess so," he said and nervously laughed. "Is it really hot in here to you, too?"

I offered to open the window, knowing that the layout of the office would allow me to lean over right in front of him. I reached for the window and allowed my skirt to hike up slightly, giving him a perfect view of my ass and pussy from where he was sitting. I heard him let out a small gasp, and I knew my plan was working. As I sat back down next to him, I snuck a peek at his light grey dress pants. I could see the outline of his hard dick extremely clearly. He was clearly trying to hide it; I watched him fidget in his seat, trying to readjust. I was dripping wet as I watched his hand shaking as he held the pencil. I adjusted my legs, making sure to flash him my pussy again as I moved.

"Beth, I just have to let you know, you're a little exposed right now," he choked, a flush crawling up his cheeks.

"I know."

His eyes widened as I got up out of my chair and locked the door from the inside. I returned and sat on his lap. "I'm so wet for you, Professor."

"I–," he stammered.

I told him to shut up and grabbed his hands so he could place them on my large hips. I began grinding on his cock, the wetness of my pussy leaving marks on his pants. I began kissing him deeply as I rode him, feeling his cock so hard against me. He reached up and began fondling my breasts over my dress, grabbing them and massaging. I pulled off my dress, as it was just a very stretchy type of material. He reached around me and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts free. He shoved his face into my breasts, massaging them and kissing all over them, biting gently as he ran his fingers gently over my nipples. I moaned in his ear and began to grind on him harder. I got off the chair and onto my knees in front of him as I began unbuttoning his pants. When I pulled down the zipper, his cock bounced out. He hadn't been wearing underwear either, or he had taken it off before the office hours. I hungrily began to suck on his cock, taking all of him into my mouth and sucking hard. He was an average length, but very thick. He grabbed my hair and began pushing my head onto him harder, facefucking me. I gagged on his cock, my spit dripping out of my mouth. He took that as encouragement and gripped my hair even harder. Just as he was about to cum, he pushed me off and lifted me off the ground. He hoisted me onto the desk and bent me over. He ran his fingers down my dripping pussy, playing with my clit gently as he stuck two fingers into me. As he fingered me, he began licking my asshole as well, making small circles around it. I began moaning loudly.

"Shut the fuck up," he hissed and used his other hand to cover my mouth.

He flipped me over on the desk and began licking my clit as he continued to finger me, pressing right against my g-spot. I grasped his hair tightly as I came hard, squirting all over his face.

"You little slut," he murmured and scratched my thighs. "Good little slut."

Being extremely submissive, this dirty talk made me want him even more. He teased me more, playfully scolding me for being such a tease to him. It was payback. He kissed up and down my body, biting where he saw fit as he pinched my nipples hard. He teased my pussy with fingers, slipping one into me and quickly pulling it out, making me completely aware of the absence.

"Beg for me, slut."

I choked out some begs, begging him to fuck me. He smirked and unbuttoned his shirt slowly as his eyes wandered up and down my body. I reached down to touch myself, but he smacked my hand out of the way and told me to wait. He kneeled down by the desk and began to eat me out again as he stoked his cock, his tongue moving faster as he edged himself out again. After I came, he lifted me up by hooking his arms under my shoulders and held me agains him. He slid his cock into my pussy and fucked me as we stood. He scratched his fingers down my back, drawing blood as he fucked me hard and deep. I felt tears running down my cheeks as he fucked me with all the energy he had. I felt myself coming close to cumming. Suddenly, he pulled out.

I whimpered, and he pushed me against the wall. With the same rhythm he had fucked me, he began to finger me again and lick my pussy once more, using the one free hand to play with my nipple. As soon as I came again, he lifted me up slightly and began fucking me against the wall. He continued to tell me to be quiet, but I could not control my moans. As a punishment, he pushed me onto my knees again and facefucked me harder than he had before. He gripped onto my hair as hard as he could and shoved his cock down my throat. I continued to gag and choke on it, crying from the pain. I felt his cock beginning to pulse, and he pushed me back onto the floor of the office onto my back. He slipped his cock inside of me and leaned over to suck and bite on my neck. He lifted my hips slightly, and I gasped as his cock continually massaged my gspot. He smirked and continued while running his thumb on my clit, prompting me to squirt once again. The tightness of my orgasm milked his cock, and quickly after I came, he pulled out of me and came all over my breasts and stomach. Once he stopped, he collected some of his cum on his finger and dipped it into my mouth. I sucked on his finger as I looked up at him.

After I cleaned up, we both lay naked on the floor of the office as he ran his fingers up and down my body. We had fallen asleep. A few hours later, we heard loud knocks at the door. He gasped and began pulling on his clothes quickly. He whispered to me to hide my bra and just throw on my dress. I dressed and sat on the chair, pretending to be writing as he opened the door…to his wife. She leaned in for a kiss and undoubtably tasted my pussy still on his lips.

fin

author's note: he did end up becoming too guilty and told his wife about everything we did. They are now divorced, and I don't see him any longer because we are both too afraid of the repercussions if we continued a relationship.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3024zn/collegiate_affair_19f34m