[MF] Finally getting fucked by my professor during my last months in college.

Hi all,
I’ve gone on the reddit website for awhile just to read NSFW stories to help me get off lol. I finally made myself an account a month ago or so and now I feel ready to post about the one time something crazy happened to me. It’s pretty long and I apologize, but the hopeless romantic in me likes to go through the details and not just the dirty stuff lol. Anyways……

It was a little less than a year ago when I was finishing up my undergrad degree at a college in Arizona. I kept a detailed journal I would write in so I wouldn’t forget my many memories made. But I made sure to keep this story extra detailed for myself. I majored in Bio-Chem and was fairly good at it. (Okay, I was really good at it but that’s beside the point). All throughout my four years I took about a total of 6 classes with one of my favorite professors. Michael Carr. Professor Carr, I should say.

It was around that time of mid-terms and my test was to be scheduled for Friday. However, when we first got our syllabus at the beginning of the semester I saw that the mid-term fell on the date I would need to be traveling to Mexico for my sister’s destination wedding. Being the good student I am and recognizing the date immediately, I decided to stay after class to talk to Professor Carr to figure something out. We decided that I could take the test after I returned home from the wedding and scheduled it for the following Wednesday after my return. I was to come in to his office Wednesday morning before class and then we would go over the test as a class afterwards that day.

Professor Carr was one of my favorite professors not only because of his way of making class interesting and engaging but he was quite the looker himself. Of course he was twice my age. I was 21 and he was probably in his mid forties. I always thought he looked like a silver fox type. Very similar to Richard Gere in the movie Pretty Woman. He was single too, having divorced his wife of 4 years my freshmen year. I only knew this because we had gotten to being friends over the years. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t touched myself thinking about him or occasionally zoned out in class staring at him and day dreaming. I always had a hope that he was attracted to me too. I mean, we did lock eyes often in class. And the times where I would come to his office hours we would laugh and have conversations outside of school work. We actually had developed a good relationship over the years. I was even his TA during my fall junior semester. Being honest here, I knew I was an attractive girl. I’m about 5’7, slim figure, with naturally tan skin (the italian and spanish in me), I have B cup perky breasts that were large enough to cup in hand but small enough that I often didn’t need to/ want to wear a bra. Medium length dark brown hair, hazel eyes that change color from time to time, long legs, and quite a nice ass that every partner I’ve ever been with can’t seem to get enough of.

Anyways, I had just returned back from my sisters Mexico wedding (developing quite a nice tan if I do say so myself). I had studied a good amount for the test all week and knew I was ready. Friday came around and for some reason I was feeling very anxious. Not because of the test, but because of being alone with Professor Carr for over an hour taking the test. Not that we had never been alone in his office before but I felt different now. I knew that this was my last year attending this college and my alone times with my professor were very limited. I had never been so bold before but something told me that this was my time to just make a move. I had to. The worst that could happen is he rejects me and I sit through class for another month and half waiting for graduation. I just knew he was attracted to me. He had to be. I had caught him staring at my chest whenever I wore my tight t shirts with no bra. Or looking up and down at my legs when I wore sun dresses. I had to take a chance.

I decided to wear a tight beige thin sweater. (No bra of course). It was just cold enough that you could see my nipples but not enough to be too inappropriate. I also wore my plaid high waisted school girl looking skirt. Of course, it wasn’t those cheap costume school girl skirts but rather something I had picked up at a boutique a few months ago. I always got compliments on it. To give you an idea here’s a photo. (Not the same sweater, the one I wore that day was much tighter lol). https://imgur.com/FP09NLg

Okay so, it was almost 10am and I began my walk to his office. When I walked up to his office I could see him through the glass window, he was on his computer. My heart fluttered and my stomach nearly burst. I was so nervous. Ugh. He saw me and smiled and waved at me to come in. We talked for about 5 minutes. Him asking me how my sister’s wedding was and commenting on my tan. Even thinking about talking to him that day I get butterflies, he is just so damn handsome and charming. I got to taking my test, while he sat across the desk from me on his computer. Occasionally when I would look up to think, we would lock eyes and smile. He also helped me on a few questions (although i didn’t really need it). I finished the test and knew my time was coming. I turned it in to him and he said we would all go over it as a class today (class wasn’t for another few hours). I said thank you and began to walk towards the door. Ugh I couldn’t chicken out. I had to do something. So I stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath.

“Is everything okay Scarlett?” Professor Carr asked.

“Professor, I actually have something to confess to you.” I stated.

Okay this was it. No going back now. I turned around and let the door shut behind me. I then made sure to close the blinds. I looked over and saw the confused look on my professors face. I walked towards him and sat on the side of his desk. Not quite directly in front of him, (I was still nervous) but next to him and of course higher up.

“What is it Scarlett?”

“I- I uh I don’t know how to start this so I’ll just say it. Professor, with my last year coming to an end and my amount of time with you limited, I just had to tell you that I… I um.. I’ve always had a crush on you really..” I confessed as a I bit my lip and looked down, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. I felt my cheeks getting bright red.

I continued, “Not even a crush, I have feelings for you that no one else has made me feel. I think about you all the time. Times when I shouldn’t be thinking about you. I zone off in class wondering what it would be like for you… to touch me… Before I go to sleep at night I touch myself just imagining you there.. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it” finally I looked at my professor to see him staring at me in a way he’s never looked at me before. Emotionless.

“And I just had to say that..” I finished.

I sighed in relief as the weight came off my shoulders but still was anxious because my professor had yet to say anything.

“Scarlett… I don’t know what to say.. I’m twice your age. I’m your professor. You are such a bright, beautiful girl but nothing could ever happen between us…” he said this all in a monotone voice without looking me in the eye, now he was the nervous one but also the most serious I’ve ever seen him. His eyes were blank.

I immediately regretted everything and became so embarrassed.
“Of course” I said.
“How stupid of me” I tried to fake laugh it off.
“I’m so sorry.. just forget everything I said” I felt tears starting to build in my eyes and I didn’t want him to see so I immediately picked up my purse and stood up to walk out.

“Scarlett, I’m sorry if I ever did anything-”
“No Professor, it’s fine, just me and my imagination running wild” I said with my back already turned walking towards the door. I walked out and shut the door without looking back. UGH I’m so stupid. How could I be so stupid. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I went to the nearest restroom to calm myself down. I fixed my make up and took a deep breath. I then started to get angry. No way he didn’t think about me like I think about him. Every boy in my class stared at me. Many would try to be the first to sit next me during lab. I knew Professor Carr looked at me differently than his other female students. I knew it. He was lying! He made me feel stupid. Ugh I hate him! Okay, I don’t hate him… But how could he do this to me. Embarrass me and reject me like that after I built up all this courage.

I went to the school union to grab some lunch. I debated just skipping his class today. I did not want to go. But I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever and I didn’t want my attendance points going down. I had to suck it up and go. I was zoning out while picking at my salad when I finally looked at my phone and realized I was gonna be late for class. Of course.

I rushed to class and was about 5 minutes late. Not a big deal but I walked into a silent class and opening the door made a loud enough noise for everyone in the room to turn around and look at me, including my professor.

“Scarlett, you’re late. Not a good look!” Professor Carr said as he turned around and continued jotting something down on the white board.

“Sorry..” I said as a found a seat as far in the back as possible. What a dick! Why would he say that to me when he knew what he just put me through. I took out my notebook and tried to look up as few times as possible.

The hour went by slowly and finally the end of class came. I started to quickly pack up my things when I heard my professors voice.

“Scarlett, will you please meet me in my office in 15 minutes? I need to discuss your test with you”

What? What does this mean? Is he going to make me feel stupid and assure me that he has no feelings for me once again? I was dreading this. I knew he was going to make me feel like a child.

“Yes” I agreed.

I walked out of class and went to his office. The door was open so I went in and sat down at the seat across the desk from where he would be sitting. I sat there for what felt like hours. Finally I heard him walk in. He shut the door behind him, and closed the blinds from what I could hear, but I never looked up.

“Scarlett..” he started.

“I noticed you were upset when you left this morning and I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, professor. You don’t think that way about me and it was my fault for thinking you did.” I stated.

He walked over and took his seat behind the desk across from me.

“Well.. I never said I didn’t think that way of you” Professor Carr started.

I looked up and met his eyes. He was nervous I could tell. What did he mean? Suddenly I began sitting up and feeling more and more confident.

“What do you mean?” I questioned him. I needed to know more.

“I- I um I would be lying to you Scarlett if I said I had never thought about you as more than just another student.” He looked down. But now I was staring him straight in the eye.

“I meant what I said when I told you that nothing could ever happen between us. I am still your professor and I could lose my job. I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t feel embarrassed. I um I wanted you to know that I think about you too..” he got quieter. “even when I shouldn’t be..”

That’s it. That’s all I needed. I knew I could get him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. I suddenly got so incredibly wet. My face was on fire. I needed him right here and right now. I started to feel even more confident. I stood up and walked around the desk and took my same seat on top of the desk across from him sitting in his chair.

“Professor, I’m a good student. I don’t do this for the grades, clearly. I am telling you this for you.” I was looking at him straight in the eye. “I need you…”

Our eyes were locked. His mouth slightly cracked open.

“Scarlett, I – I -” he was flustered.

“I don’t need you to say anything. Now, I just want to show you how much I need you” My boldness was surprising me but I knew I was so close to having him.

He didn’t say anything.

I kicked off my sandals that I was wearing and scooted over so he was in direct eye view of my soaking wet red panties under my skirt. I knew that they were probably a darker shade of red right in the middle so he could see how wet I was. I placed my feet on each of his knees. I hiked up my skirt. And I began to tease myself outside of my panties. I took one finger and lightly slid it up and down from my cunt to my clit and back again, all while never breaking eye contact with him. He was staring at my pussy, wide-eyed. I felt so powerful.

“I think about your hands on me, touching me, touching every part of me, all the time” I whispered and continued to tease myself.

He was silent and just stared.

I decided to put my other hand to good use and started circling my nipples outside of my sweater to get them harder. I was so turned on. I was doing things I had only ever fantasized about.

“Do you like seeing me play with my pussy?” Wow. I couldn’t believe myself. But I couldn’t stop.

“Scarlett I – please, we – we can’t”. He was stumbling on his words.

“Shhhh.” I said. “I know we shouldn’t. But I just asked you a question, that’s all. Do you like seeing me play with my pussy in front of you on your desk like this?”

He was silent. I stared at him with a slight pout and a raised eyebrow. He then nodded. I smirked.

I began to slide my panties to the side to expose my dripping cunt. I felt my juices start to slide down. I placed a finger in between my lips. He was entranced by my pussy, I could tell. I continued playing with my nipples with the other hand and then let my head fall back. I was in the zone. I felt so hot. I wanted to cum. But I wanted him to be the one to make me. 30 seconds or so went by of me playing with myself when I finally lifted my head back up to make eye contact with him. He was staring wide eyed at my pussy. I looked down at his pants and I saw how hard he was. I could tell he was huge. I knew I would win this battle.

He finally noticed me looking at him and we made eye contact. My heart was racing. But I knew what I wanted.

“Do you think about me when you’re in bed at night?” I teased.

“Scarlett.. Please.” He looked away.

“Professor Carr, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I need this for me. I need you. I need to feel you.” I said as I continued playing with myself. I was getting close to finishing because I was so riled up. I had to slow down. I stopped.

“Do you see how wet I am for you?” I asked.

He looked and stared at my pussy for a few seconds and then looked back up at me and actually let a little smirk show. That was it for me.

“Lick it.” I demanded staring him straight in the eye.

He stared at me for what felt like forever but was only a few seconds.

He pushed his desk chair forward and moved my feet from on his knees to over his shoulders and dove into me. I have never felt such relief in my life. I get wet just thinking about it now. He flattened his tongue and licked up my lips, curving his tongue when he got to the top to lick up all my juices. I let out a sigh of relief. He continued up and down on my lips. I grabbed the back of his head trying to push him more into me. He pulled back. I opened my eyes, confused. He looked up at me. Ugh, the sight of my hot older professor between my legs looking at me is one I’ll never forget.

“Please don’t stop” I begged.

“Scarlett. You need to listen to me now. I am still your professor. You are still my student. I am in charge and you’ve not been a very good girl today. And now you need to do as I say”

I nodded.

“Sit still. Keep your hands on the desk.”

I obeyed. Holy shit was I turned on right now.

He begin to kiss down my thighs. Getting closer and closer to my vagina but never touching. Ugh this was torture. He then took his middle finger and touched right between my soaking wet lips ever so slightly. He lightly traced his finger up and down my lips while kissing my inner thighs. I moaned, louder than I expected. I wanted to obey him but I couldn’t take this torture. I needed to feel him inside of me. I edged myself more forward to get closer to him. He pulled back.

“Scarlett, what did I just say?” He said sternly, almost angry.

“I’m sorry sir, I just, I need to feel you more”

“Well you are my student. And now that I know how naughty you are, you need to be punished. Take off your shirt and sit up”

I nodded and pulled my sweater off to reveal my bare chest. My nipples could cut a diamond. I sat up so my feet were no longer on his shoulders but his knees again. He scooted himself forward and slowly licked from my stomach to my chest. He engulfed my right nipple in his mouth. I felt a rush through my body and let my head fall back. My nipples are so sensitive. I’ve actually made myself orgasm just from nipple play before. He began twirling his tongue around my right nipple and then switched over to the left. While he was licking and nibbling on my left nipple he brought his hands up to my already wet right one and began to pinch and circle my right nipple with his thumb. It was amazing.

“Oh god professor.. That feels so good” I whispered.

After continuing on my nipples for another minute he stopped and sat up. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders again. He teased me again. Breathing so close to my pussy. I could feel it. He kissed it so lightly. I moaned.

“Fuck…” I let out.

Finally he went at. He was licking me like he had never loved the taste of anything more in his life. Up and down over and over again. He would nibble slightly on my clit and then massage it with his tongue every which way. I’ve never been ate out like this before.
He then took his middle finger and slipped it inside of me while still licking my clit. I let out a loud moan. Oh my god. This was unreal. He continued licking me and fingering me. He then slid a second finger in there, I think. And began finger fucking me harder and harder. I started to build up to orgasm.

“Oh my god!!” I let out.

He stopped.

“oh please don’t stop”

“Not yet, dear.” He said. “And you must always refer to me as professor or sir. In every sentence”

“Yes professor”

I looked down at his pants and remembered how badly I wanted his dick. I wanted to see it, taste it, feel it inside of me.

“Professor, please, I need your cock” I said. My naughtiness was all new to me but he just brought it out, I couldn’t help myself.

He nodded.

I got down off the desk and onto my knees on the floor. I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. When I pulled down his pants and briefs simultaneously his dick sprung up. My mouth fell open. Oh my god it was beautiful. I mean, I’ve seen a few dicks in my day but his was actually like perfect. He had to have been 7 inches. Veiny. Just perfect. I looked up at him for permission. He nodded. I first just grabbed it, and kissed the tip. I then placed my tongue at the bottom of his shaft and slowly licked my way to the top. He grunted. I went back to the bottom and licked up again. I then spit on his balls and took my hands and massaged them. That’s when I started going at it. With one hand on his balls, I started pumping up and down on his dick with my mouth while my other hand helped. I looked up at him and he was staring at me. We continued eye contact the rest of the time I was doing this. I could feel every vein my lips and tongue passed. It was so hot. He grabbed my hair and started to help me pump. Then I remembered another fantasy I had always had. I stopped and looked up at him.

“Professor, can you please fuck my face?” I asked a little embarrassed.

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled my hair back into his hand like a pony tail and stood up. He pushed me into his cock. I just opened my mouth and let him take control. He was face fucking the shit of me. This kept going for a minute or so. I felt tears starting to form. I began to gag a little. But I also didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t. Finally he let go. I caught my breath. He smiled down at me.

“Come up here sweetie.” he said. I stood up.

He put his hands around my face and wiped a tear from my eye.

“Who would’ve thought Miss Scarlett Petri would secretly be this naughty little slut” he smiled and carressed my cheek.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth. We started making out like animals. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.

“God you’re so beautiful Scarlett” he said in between breaths.

“Oh professor.. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” I moaned.

“Me too” he said. “But” he stopped kissing. “You have been bad. Very bad. And unfortunately I do need to punish you. Turn around”

I did. He pushed me against the desk and before I knew what was going on he spanked me so fucking hard. I gasped.

“You think about your professor while touching yourself at night?” He asked.

I nodded, not able to say words.

“I asked you a question dear, you need to answer me” He said in a way that was nurturing but stern.

“Yes professor, I touch myself thinking of you all the time”

He spanked me again.

“Oh you’re such a naughty student” he said.

“Are you a slut like this for everyone else too?” he asked while spanking me again.

“No sir, just for you. Only you.” I pleaded. Half wanting him to stop from pain but also loving every second.

“So you’re my little slut huh?” he spanked me once more.

“Yes professor, I’m your little dirty slut”. That is when I suddenly zoned out from my trance and realized what the fuck was happening. this was actually happening. I’m literally doing this with Professor Michael Carr. I had dreamt this day would come for so long.

I suddenly felt his dick moving along my pussy lips. So lightly. He was teasing me again.

“Please Professor, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. Please” I begged.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking at him, still bent over the desk. With his other hand he slid my skirt up even more and then moved my panties to the side once again. I slowly felt him entering me.

Honestly the rest of this was such a blur but I’ll do my best to describe what I thought was happening. He entered me so slowly. It felt sooooo good. Before I knew it he was fucking me harder than I have ever been fucked before. He kept pulling my hair back (I love this) and pumping in and out of me so fucking fast and hard. I knew I was gonna cum any second.

“Ohhhh professor.. Please” I started moaning “Please don’t stop. Uhhh please don’t stop” ( I have noticed every time I’m about to come I say this because I genuinely can’t think of anything else to say other than don’t stop because I do not want it to ever fucking stop). He keeps pumping harder and harder.
Suddenly he stops. I’m out of it. And confused. I looked at him.
“are you on the pill?” he asks.
Oh thats what he’s worried about.
“YES! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME, Now please keep fucking me!!” I demand. I realized I didn’t call him professor and I was a little too demanding. I wondered if he would punish me. But he was too far to into this as well. He didn’t hesitate and grabbed my hair again and began fucking me so hard I was sent right into outer space I think. I couldn’t even think about anything other than the feeling. I began to shake and orgasm. Holy shit I’ve never felt something so intense before. I felt him cum inside me and I still shudder thinking about it. God he’s so hot.

I laid my chest on his desk for a minute or so. Completely out of it and trying to just breathe and collect myself. I was spent. I felt him lean over on top of me and kiss my cheek.

“Are you happy now?” He laughed.

I giggled and nodded.

“Well I am too. I thought about doing that for too long” he stated.

I sat up and fixed my skirt and panties and put my sweater back on and tried to smooth out my hair. He already had his pants back up and was sitting in his chair just watching me.

I didn’t know exactly how to end this and I now was feeling a little overwhelmed at what had just happened. He stood up and kissed me.

“I know I didn’t let myself at first, but after that… I need more of you and that, before you graduate”

I nodded and smiled.

Professor Carr and I had an amazing relationship the rest of my about 2 months of college. I started meeting him at his apartment and we did it in his office about twice more after the first time. We actually developed a relationship. To the point where he would punish me for ever even slightly flirting with another boy in class. When someone in my class asked for my number one day and I gave it to them I cannot even begin to explain to you how strongly my professor felt about that.

But when graduation came, I had to move back to my home state of Colorado and we both knew this wasn’t gonna continue. We sexted once after graduation when I was at home but that was really it. He will still be the best sex I ever had though. So far at least ;)

Thanks for reading!! I know it was really long but just for me personally, I needed to write down the whole thing. Let me know what you think, this was my first time ever writing really. Not much of a writer! Other than in my journal. Thanks loves

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