The evil professor [oral mdom fdom]

There was a knock at the door.

“Professor? I’m here for my 2pm.”

Shit.

“Just a minute! I’m finishing off with a student.”

That student was called Jane and she on her knees, tonguing my balls, as I sat back in the vintage armchair the previous occupant of my office had left behind

Oh yeah, I about finish off. I was about to finish all over Jane’s pretty face.

“I know I said a facial would get you an A,” I whispered. “But if I cum in your mouth you’ll get a distinction.”

“Sure.”

There was a lot to like about Jane. She really shouldn’t be at college, though, even by the lax modern standards that let just about anybody in. I don’t think she even understood the topic she was studying. But her family had money. A message had come from on high, through the dean, to give her an easy ride.

It was a shame I never let her know. Instead, Jane was working hard in order to get those grades.

She once again slid the eight inches of my cock into her mouth. The girl had a talent. I felt my length glide to the back of her throat and I held her blonde hair as I bucked my hips to fuck her mouth.

My cock began pumping. Jane gagged but I pulled her down onto me as the thick sperm gushed. I felt her instinctive, pulsing, quick swallowing. I groaned as the orgasm washed through me but tried to keep my voice down. The college was notoriously bad for sound-proofing.

Jane pulled off me with a gasp. Her mouth was a mess of saliva and, I guess, my cum.

“Can I freshen up?” she asked, still on her knees and glancing at the small washbasin in the corner of my office.

“You should leave now. I’m a busy man.”

“I can’t go out looking like this!”

“The female restroom is just down the hall.”

She got up, dabbing at her face with a flimsy tissue.

“You’re a piece of shit,” she said.

I nodded. “And you are now one of my top-rated students. Congratulations.”

I stuffed my cock back into my corduroy trousers, put on my halfmoon glasses and resumed the classic pose of sitting at my desk with a book casually in my hands.

“Tell whoever is outside to enter, will you?”

Jane left silently.

“Professor?”

A head peered around the door.

A nice head. A redhead, actually.

She was called Maya and she was the good stuff. She was the student I was really interested in. A man can’t live on blowjobs alone, even if delivered with the skill of Jane.

I gestured for Maya to sit down without lifting my eyes from the book. This nonchalant approach tended to work well, I found.

Maya was in her early 30s and therefore a mature student. She probably felt conscious about this. After all, blonde 20 year-old bimbos like Jane were pretty much everywhere in the college halls. Competition was strong. Maya dressed in a hip, old-school punk style. It made a statement. It said that Maya was a little older. A little wiser. Feisty. But still very capable of grinding on a cock all night long. There were rumours Maya had been a model before coming to college. I could believe it. Today she wore net stockings, which led up to a short, dress-like skirt that encapsulated—as if this were required—that perfect bubble ass.

My god, I have had some truly nasty thoughts about that ass.

I’ve had nasty thoughts about every part of her. The perfect full lips, today glossed slightly. The magnificent breasts, today encapsulated in a cashmere sweater that was in all likelihood one or two sizes too small. Did I mention the legs? My god, those legs!

My cock twitched. It surprised me. Had my balls filled-up again so quickly?

“What was the matter with Jane?” asked Maya.

“She was upset about her grades.”

“Oh.”

“I gave her a D” —*literally*— “and she couldn’t swallow it”—*although she did*—”and she felt she deserved better.’

“That’s so odd. She was such a mess. If I didn’t know better I’d say she’d just had sex.”

I smiled. She was right. Many girls got watery eyes when they deep-throated me.

“Just a few tears,” I said. “Student counselling is part of my work.”

Maya looked at me with a half smile. Worryingly confident. The room felt a little hot.

“Have you got your essay?” I asked.

She rummaged in her bag and handed it to me. I leafed through it. Some terrific points. Researched. Reasoned. Maya knew her stuff.

“This just isn’t good enough,” I said, shaking my head.

Her face dropped.

“I’m going to struggle not to fail you,” I added.

“I worked hard on that!”

I smiled sympathetically and removed my glasses. My eyes wandered down to those breasts and I pictured how amazing they would look wrapped around my cock.

I knew she would be aware of my gaze. This was the start of my moves. If she was going to give me pussy for better grades, she had to know that I would be amenable to the proposition.

She cleared her throat.

“You’re a hard man to please,” she said.

“I merely follow college guidelines.”

“Does those include fucking your students?”

I shifted slightly in the seat. “That’s a very serious accusation.”

“Everybody knows. Half the faculty just heard you climaxing.”

I felt myself flush. Fuck these shitty old college walls!

“I’ve no idea what wild fantasies are in your head,” I said. “But I can assure you Jane was simply upset. I gave her emotional support, and guidance on how to improve her grades in future.”

Again, Maya stared at me.

“I’ve the second essay here,” she said.

“Let me take a look.”

This time she stood to look through her bag. She bent over in front of me, her ass directly in my line of vision. Her skirt had risen up a little. I swear if I was just a little lower in my chair I would’ve been able to see her panties.

What the fuck was happening? Was I winning here? Or losing?

She handed the essay to me. Again, it was damn good. Maya had talent. Intelligence.

“This is a pile of crap,” I said, surprised a little at the impatient anger in my voice. “I expected a lot better of you.”

She sighed.

“Okay. So what do I do?”

Now we were talking!

“There are other ways to make the grade…”

“Yeah. For example, I could threaten to go to the dean and tell him that I saw you fucking your student. That’s worth a B+, at least, do you think?”

“You *saw* me?”

“Here’s a hint. Make sure you lock the door before you get your cock out.”

“What exactly do you think happened between me and Jane?”

“I’m not an expert—well, I am actually—but it looked like a good old-fashioned blowjob. Her on her knees, sucking your cock, in that armchair over there. From what I saw as she left, she swallowed nearly all of it.”

Fuck.

“Let’s just focus on your grades,” I said.

“Yes, let’s do that. I’m guessing anal will get me at least an A?”

“Erm, well, I guess—”

“Okay. I’ve a dildo here in my bag. Bend over.”

I guess my expression told her a story. She laughed.

“Calm down, professor. I’m joking.”

“It’s probably best if you—” I said, but she interrupted.

“I think a A+ distinction is in order. Or the dean sees the video.”

“You *filmed* me?”

She pulled out her phone, tapped away for a second, and then showed me. She’d obviously just slipped it around the crack in the open door and hit record. It was good quality evidence. Undeniable. I stared at the rug as I heard myself groan as I spurted cum down Jane’s throat.

Was it bad that I felt my cock get a little hard?

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

She looked at me again with that curious smile. “Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up. And take your clothes off. Let me see what Jane had to deal with.”

“What?”

“Just do it, professor.”

I undressed. When I pulled down my shorts my cock bounced in the air.

“Oh my fucking god,” said Maya. “You’re turned on by this.”

“That’s not the phrase I’d use.”

Maya paused for thought.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said. “You’re going to give me the grades my essays deserved. I know they were good. I’ll improve them if you give genuine feedback. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Secondly, from now on you’re not going to force any student to give you sex in return for grades. If I even hear a rumour about that I will email the video to the dean’s office and all the faculty heads.”

“Okay.”

“Thirdly, you’re going to lick my pussy until I come and then fuck me hard from behind.”

Shit. My cock was definitely hard now.

She stood in front of me.

“You are an evil piece of shit,” she said, looking me over.

She moved over to the couch where I had students sit. She shuffled out of her skirt, then lay back, opening her legs and pulling aside her panties.

“But I’m a bigger bitch,” she said, running a finger idly between her pussy lips. “And I woke up this morning wanting some cock. You are going to give it to me.”

I gazed at her, amazed.

“Get to work,” she said.

I locked the door, then got on my knees in front of her.

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