I [F] seduced my professor [M], fucked in his office.

First post and have quite a lot of stories with him if you’re interested. Thought it might be fun and a bit hot to write some of these up. We (the two of us) have been either dating or casually sleeping together off and on for a few years now – plenty of stuff to share.

Relevant backstory: I at the time was a third year grad student in computer science, 24f. The object of my affections was 38m, well established in the field, and my thesis advisor. We’d been flirting for years before either of us did anything, which had happened a week earlier – finally we moved, and ended up having some of the best sex of my life (over the course of a solid 3-4 hours… god knows how many times I came). Afterwards, he texted me that although it had been incredible, it wasn’t fair to me to take advantage like that, and it was dangerous for his job.

I lasted almost a week after he texted me before I started getting frustrated. I still saw him every day, and I couldn’t get his cock out of my head. I’d never had all that high of a sex drive before, but now I was masturbating twice a day, and aching needing him inside me the rest of the time. I broke down that thursday, all of six days after he’d told me to stop. I was drinking at a friend’s apartment, and after a few drinks I snuck into the bathroom to take a few nude selfies to send.

Now, you have to understand – I won’t claim to be a beauty, but I do have a body. I’m about 5’8″ and 120 lbs, but genetics left me with quite a bit of an ass, and maybe more importantly DDD breasts. They grew early and I was always a bit embarrassed by them – remember again, I’m studying for my phd, I don’t need those to get my way in the world. I dress like a bit of a tom boy usually, but I remembered how he’d been so surprised by them our first time, and how he had fucked me doggy in front of the bathroom mirror so he could watch them swing and slam into the counter. A few minutes later, he sent me back a shot of his hand gripping his cock, and I felt my pants soaking through. I excused myself and masturbated furiously at home.

This continued through the next day and the weekend – no contact for almost a day and then a picture of one of us masturbating. I could barely hold myself, and was counting down the hours until monday when I would see him and presumably take him directly to my apartment.

Monday rolled around, and I showed up at his office ostensibly with a question. I closed the door behind me, and I felt his eyes on my lowcut shirt, but every time I touched him at all – his arm, his leg – he pretended he couldn’t feel it. After an hour of getting nowhere (although I could see that hard-on through his pants), I left, wet and frustrated.
The next day, I tried harder. I ‘accidentally’ brushed my hand against his cock over his pants, pressed my breasts against his arm, bent over letting him catch half a glimpse up my shirt. I mentioned the apartment being empty.
Wednesday I was a sexually frustrated mess. I all but pawed at him, and actually grabbed his cock through his pants, but he gave me this smug smile and sent me on my way. 15 minutes later, he sent me a picture of him taking care of myself and I almost cried with how much I wanted him.

That night, I made a plan. I couldn’t go on like this. I usually work with so many guys that I had gotten into the habit of dressing like them – jeans, a tshirt or vneck, and converse. But I realized I could do much better. The next day the only meeting I had scheduled was a one-on-one with him at 8:30am, and so I decided that I could to change up my look a bit without even having to worry about pushback from the guys. I dug through my closet and found a dress I’d accidentally bought a few years earlier – I’d decided at the time that it was too short to wear in public, and had consigned it to the back of my closet. If you look on charlotte russe you can see dresses a lot like it – just barely short enough to cover my ass, high necked, and tight throughout.

The next morning I got up early, put on some makeup, my dress, and a pair of heals, and made my way to my professor’s office. This time, when I walked in, I conspicuously kept the door wide open, so that neither of us could touch each other. He just stared from where he’d been sitting, and for the next hour I diagrammed some of my ideas for my thesis on the whiteboard for him, making sure to give him a good view of my ass. I ‘absently’ played with my breasts as I talked. Once, when I was sure no one was nearby outside, I lifted my skirt a few inches, just so he could see that there was nothing under it. He sat down, hard, and groaned.

When the hour long meeting was up, I smiled, thanked him, and left. He stood outside his office watching me walk away in my heels and dress, all the way down the hallway. I was smiling – I knew I’d won.

He didn’t text me afterward, though, and I began to worry that it hadn’t been enough. For hours I tried to concentrate on my work, but all I could think about was what he was thinking about, and the growing wet stain on my dress. Finally, at about noon, he sent me an email to my official email saying that there was an emergency with one of the papers we were about to submit for publication, and that he needed me to come to his office immediately for a few hours. He said I should go in and wait for him – it was unlocked, and he was on his way back from a meeting.

I smiled, and made my way up the two flights to his office. As he’d said, he wasn’t there, and so I sat on his chair and waited, legs crossed like a good girl.

When he came in, he locked the door behind him before he came over to me. He grabbed my face and kissed me, hard, before speaking in a half-whisper, “now, now. You’ve been a bit bad today, haven’t you? Tempting me like that.”
His hand snuck under my skirt and started playing with my clit, and he smiled, realizing how wet I was. “Bit of a slut, aren’t we,” he asked, and then he stuck two fingers in and fingerfucked me for a few seconds. I moaned, softly, and he pulled them out and gave me the fingers to suck on.

“If you want me,” he said, “you’ll have to play by my rules.”

I nodded furiously, and grabbed his hand trying to drag it back under my skirt. He refused.

“First,” he said. “No noise. Not a single word or sound from you. Do you need to be gagged?”

I paused for a second, and then shook my head.

“And second, slut,” he said, savoring the word. “You keep your apartment unlocked tonight.”

I nodded again. I lived in a nice part of town – it certainly wasn’t dangerous.

“That’s enough for today,” he said, and smiled at me. “There’ll be more later. You’re a quick learner.”

I was getting antsy, and as soon as he was done talking I reached desperately for the buckle on his belt. I undid it and pulled his cock out – and for a moment I almost couldn’t do anything the cock was so beautiful, so huge and perfect and important.

I licked, gently, at each side, and then went for it and took him in my mouth, playing always with my tongue. I felt his hand on the back of my head, and as the blow job went on he pushed harder with his hand, forcing past any gag reflex as he fucked my face.

After a few more minutes of that, he pulled out of my mouth. I whimpered, and whispered softly, “please?”
He leaned down to where I was kneeling on the floor and shook his head. “I thought you were a quicker learner than that,” he said. “You’ll pay for it tonight.”

I shuddered in anticipation, and stared at him, waiting and hoping that he would give me his cock back. Shaking his head, he pulled me up and pushed me against the wall (the desk wasn’t sturdy enough). He rubbed his cock against my pussy, but he didn’t push in, and even as a I tried to move my hips back, forcing him inside, he still refused. Instead, he stepped away from me. I turned around, crestfallen, and he came over and whispered, “no talking, but beg.” he handed me chalk and sent me to the board, and in desperate, hurried script i wrote while rubbing myself with my left hand. I don’t remember exactly what I wrote, but I know I begged him to take me, begged him to fuck me until I screamed, to fuck all of my holes and fill me with his cock and with his cum.

He smiled, and bent me back over. Each thrust felt like it was enough to on its own put me on the brink of coming – and within a few thrusts I was about to come. I begged (still writing with the chalk) for him to fuck me faster, hard, instead of slow, leisurely thrusts like he was still teasing me. He listened, and fucked faster and harder, and I felt almost like I was floating outside of my body. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed until it hurt, and then slapped my ass, hard – and that sent me over the edge, and I came harder than I ever had before.

He kept going, and I felt a second orgasm building, but right before I came he pulled out, shoved his dick in my mouth, and facefucked me until he came down my throat. I was frustrated and very uncomfortable, but he pulled my hands away from taking care of myself. He whispered to me, “no touching. Not until tonight, I want you to be uncomfortable all day long. And no cheating, I’ll know.”

I nodded, and lifted my hands up, although I couldn’t quite stop squirming. He smiled at me. “I’ll be seeing you,” he said, out loud, for the first time. And then, softly, he whispered – “my slut.”

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