Office Hours [MF] [Oral] [Student/Teacher]

I’m a bit of a hobby writer. I don’t usually dabble in erotica, but before I met my wife I enjoyed frequenting erotic chat rooms. My job sometimes requires that I travel abroad for long stretches of times, and I started writing custom erotic stories for her to enjoy when I’m not there. The student/teacher fantasy was one that she has always had a fondness for, and I felt like it turned out pretty well. This is my first real posting of my work, so be gentle. Constructive criticism is always welcome though. I hope you enjoy!

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Samantha stood outside the open office door of her freshman English professor, collecting her thoughts. She was only 19, and could feel the butterflies in her tummy, but wouldn’t let that show on her face. She took a deep breath and knocked. “Dr. Jones?” she asked as she stepped into the room. “Do you have a minute? I wanted to talk to you about the last test we took.” She held a paper in one of her hand, waving it a little to indicate what she was talking about.

He was sitting behind his desk, bent over papers. He was one of the younger professors at the school, barely into his thirties. He was just shy of six feet, with brown hair that he kept short, and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, not much longer than most scruff. He was wearing a grey button-up shirt, opened at the collar with just a little bit of chest hair peeking through, and had the sleeves of his shirt unbuttoned and rolled up, exposing his forearms. She could see the muscles and tendons moving under his skin as he wrote on the papers in front of him. They weren’t readily visible, but he was almost certainly wearing a pair of khakis that fit him just right, framing his ass when he was turned around and writing on the board during lecture.

He finished what he was writing, set down his pen and looked up, a little smile on his face. “Miss Griffin, what can I do for you?” he asked, massaging his writing wrist with the other hand, moving and stretching his fingers. He blinked once, taking in her appearance, and seemed to have a small catch in his breath. She had chosen this outfit carefully. A short plaid skirt that came to about her mid-thighs, which seemed shorter because of her small stature, and barely covered her round ass when she tried to sit down, a low-cut white blouse, and a thin grey sweater over top. She would have looked the perfect schoolgirl, if it weren’t for her piercings, her bright purple and blue hair, and her black fuck-me shoes.

Her heart fluttered a little as she saw him give her a quick up and down. She pretended not to notice. “Please, have a seat,” Dr. Jones said, gesturing to the empty seat in front of his desk. He very carefully made eye contact with her, smile still on his face. “What about your test?”

Samantha closed the office door behind her and advanced, adding that subtle, special sway to her step that made all the right parts bounce just the right way, her shoes clicking on the floor. She sat down, carefully crossing her legs, setting her bag beside her and put the paper on the desk. She turned it around and slid it over to him, pointing at the grade. “I don’t think this is what I deserve and I wanted to talk to you about it.”

He took a breath. “Well, Miss Griffin,” he started, picking up the paper and flipping through it. “Everything seems to be graded correctly.” He set the test down and pointed at a section marked with red. “

She leaned forward, presenting her ample cleavage to him as she looked at the section he was pointing at. “But right here,” Samantha said, taking his hand and moving it to another section. “I distinctly remember you saying this in the lecture.” She could tell that he was looking down her shirt. How could he not?

He took a small swallow, trying his best not to look, and failing. “Maybe you’re right. Do you have your lecture notes? I’ll pull up mine and we’ll compare.”

Samantha smiled, nodded and stood up. She turned around and bent over in front of him, reaching into her bag for the notes she had for the class, swaying her hips ever so slightly. Eventually she stood up with the notebook in hand and turned back around. He was still sitting at the desk, a little wide eyed, obviously having enjoyed the short show. “Dr. Jones?” she asked, holding the notebook. “Is everything okay? I thought you were looking for the lecture notes.”

He blinked and stood up. “Right. Sorry. I guess I zoned out for a second.” He stood up and went to one of the bookshelves on the side of the room, looking at binders.

Samantha put the notebook on the desk and slowly rounded around to the other side. “Dr. Jones?” she asked coyly.

He turned around from his looking. “Yes?”

She kept one hand on the desk, sliding it over the smooth wood, slowly walking toward him, her other hand at her blouse. “Were you just checking me out a second ago?” She undid a button, revealing the black lace bra underneath.

He was hypnotized by her undulating hips as she slowly approached him. A million thoughts ran through his head, saying he should deny, saying he should make her leave. “I might have been,” he said, not knowing why, and against his better judgement. “Can you blame me?”

She hummed a little looking up at him. “I guess not,” she said, undoing another button. It seemed to take forever for her to close the space between them, undoing blouse buttons as she went, her shoes clicking on the floor. Her blouse was open, revealing her stomach and bellybutton piercing. “But you know, you really shouldn’t check out your students like that.” She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, across his chest to the buttons of his shirt, and started undoing them. “They might get the wrong idea.” She knelt to the floor, undoing the last button. The shirt opened, revealing his toned torso. Samantha ran a hand across his taught stomach.

“What kind of ideas?” he asked breathily.

“Well,” Samantha said, undoing his belt. “They might think that you want to fuck them.” She opened the button of his pants and undid the zipper. She ran her hands around his waist, fingers under the fabric of his boxer briefs, and pulled them both down around his ankles. Right in front of her face was his erect cock. She took it in one hand, lightly running her hand up and down the shaft. She could feel the sticky wetness of pre-cum on his tip. Samantha looked up at him, eyes wide open and innocent, and his cock right next to her face. “Do you want to fuck me, Dr. Jones?”

He let out a small groan, his eyes closed in pleasure. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, biting his lower lip ever so slightly. “I think I want you to suck my cock first, Ms. Griffin.”

She smiled and gave his shaft a long, slow lick, letting her soft tongue frame her tongue stud as it trailed up his cock, flicking the head ever so lightly with the tip of her tongue. She took him in her mouth, softly, being careful not to let her teeth near the sensitive organ, and bobbed in and out. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft in front of her mouth, picking up saliva and lubricating the whole thing, while her other hand gently fondled his balls, moving them about delicately in her palm. She played her tongue around his head and around his shaft, varying pressure and position, being sure to take full advantage of the tongue stud. Each time she went in and out, she went just a little deeper.

He let out full groans of pleasure now, in ecstasy as this young student expertly manipulated his cock in her hands and mouth. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of her hair, encouraging her to take more and more of him. He could hear her gagging a little, but was so eager to please him that she continued. Before too long, he felt like he was going to burst. Dr. Jones pulled Samantha off of his cock by her hair, forcing her to look up at him, mouth wet with saliva. “What’s wrong?” she asked, continuing to stroke his cock with her hand.

“Stand up,” he commanded as he pulled her up by her hair. She did so with difficulty, almost losing her balance because of the pulling. He pulled her by the hair to the door and threw her up against it with a loud bang. The door flexed slightly against the unexpected force, and she gasped as he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “Do not move your hands,” he commanded in a whisper. He pulled the shirt off of his torso and threw it back by the desk, standing before her completely nude. Dr. Jones bent over and gave a small nibble to her neck.

Samantha gasped involuntarily, closing her eyes as she felt his hands go back up to her wrists. Slowly they trailed down her arms while he nibbled and kissed along her neck. His hands went across her collar bones, then inside the unbuttoned blouse. They trailed softly over her breasts, to her sides, and down, across her stomach. As his hands went lower, so too did his kisses trail, down her throat, across the tops of her breasts, down to her stomach. His hands wrapped around to behind her, feeling her ass, as the kisses met the top of the skirt. Then his hands were under her skirt, going to her panties. He lifted the skirt up so that he could continue his kisses underneath. As he slowly peeled them away, pulling them down around her ankles, he gave a kiss on her now exposed pussy. Samantha gasped and shuddered.

Before she knew what was happening, he had lifted her up into the air. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pressing a frantic kiss against his lips, feeling his scruff on her face. Samantha could feel his cock, still wet from her blowjob, against her pussy, dripping from her own arousal, and moaned. With an animal growl, Dr. Jones maneuvered her slowly, carefully onto his cock. She could feel him go inside her, stretching her, filling her completely, and groaned in pleasure as she wrapped around him. The growl turned into a groan of pleasure, released from the two of them in unison. With wild and unbridled passion, he fucked her against the door.

“Fuck, yes, fuck me Dr. Jones! Fuck me!” Samantha whispered breathily in his ear, his groin pressing against her clit with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure. He bit the other side of her neck in response, breathing heavily. A shiver ran through her.

Without warning he carried her, staying inside her, to the desk. There was a clatter as, with one arm, he cleared the papers and pens from it, and laid her down. He reached down and grabbed her throat with one hand, squeezing lightly as his thrusts increased in speed.

Samanthas heart started pounding harder, holding on to his wrist with both hands. He squeezed harder, never relenting as he continued thrusting inside of her. She was starting to get light headed, spots in front of her eyes, as he kept the pressure against her neck, but felt a warmth building inside her starting from her pussy. She tried to keep breathing, but it was difficult. He never stopped, moaning in the throes of passion and pleasure. Without warning the warmth crested and broke inside her. Waves of pleasure surged through her, amplified by the light headedness, as she came hard on his cock, squeezing him as best she could to bring him with her.

But he was not done. Hardly giving her a moment to catch her breath, Dr. Jones pulled out of Samanthas warm, wet pussy. He flipped her over, so she was leaning over the desk. She caught the far edge and held on as best she could, still recovering from her orgasm, as he re-entered her roughly and forcefully. It hurt a little, but oh so good. Dr. Jones took her hips in his hands, pulling her back against him as he thrust forward inside her. She could feel his thrusts become more urgent, more frantic.

“Fuck me Dr. Jones!” She said between her teeth, feeling a second orgasm coming as she was so ruthlessly used. “Cum for me!” She didn’t care that they weren’t using a condom, like she had originally planned. She didn’t care that she wasn’t using any birth control. “Cum inside me! Please! Cum for me!”

He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. She was about to cum again. She was so close! He was so close! “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! Cum with me! Cum inside me! OH! OOOHHHH!” She felt the orgasm surge through her again, not as strong as the first, but still with pleasure. At the same time she felt him thrust deeper inside her, groaning in pleasure, almost a roar of triumph. She felt his cock pulse inside her as he filled her with his cum, as deep as he could be. They both were still in the aftermath of their pleasure, breathing deeply. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of her pussy, a bit of cum following. Quickly, Samantha pressed her legs together, feeling the warmth of it start to escape and trail down her leg.

Dr. Jones helped her stand up, and then gave her a gentle, loving kiss. “I think we can change your grade,” he finally said after a long pause.

Samantha smiled. “Thanks. I thought we could come to an arrangement of some kind.” With that same walk, she gathered her things from his office and buttoned up her blouse, leaving the panties for last, which she put into her bag. She reached for the door handle, then looked back over her shoulder. His khakis were back on, and he was doing up the last button of his shirt. “You have office hours every day, right Dr. Jones?”

He smiled. “I do indeed Miss Griffin, and I expect to see you here tomorrow. You need to do a lot of work if you want to keep your grades up.” He gave her a wink.

Samantha smiled right back. “Oh, I know I do. I might have to work with you every day.” She opened the door and sashayed out, closing the door behind her, and going to the nearest bathroom.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/anc38y/office_hours_mf_oral_studentteacher