The professor snapped his suitcase shut before leaning back in his chair and sighing deeply. It was just past 8 pm. The sun had set, the department was empty, but outside, the campus buzzed with students enjoying their Friday evening.
He was the only professor on the floor; the others had wished him goodnight and left him to finish grading a set of papers about the effects of immigration on gender roles. He was rolling through the papers with ease until one took his breath away.
Jenny Takigami had written about her identity as an Asian woman. It started off scholarly as she argued the merits of sexualization and femininity. Then she trailed off and started writing about her personal needs. How badly she wanted to be dominated by an older white man. How, despite the negativity of stereotypes, she could not help but feel aroused by the thought of white men spreading her legs and laying claim to her desperation just as the Americans had forced Japan out of isolation following World War 2.
The professor read the paper four times, and that was another reason he’d stayed so late. He couldn’t just get up and leave with his cock raging in his slacks. And he didn’t want to masturbate in his tiny office. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his mind kept thinking about her cute pale face and her sexy, devious eyes. How she’d always stop by his office and chat with him.
When finally, after locking the papers away and several deep breaths, he felt presentable enough to walk across campus to his car, he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called, wondering who it could be at this hour. The door opened quietly, and Jenny stepped inside. All she had on was a loose purple sweater that hid her glorious breasts. It took him a moment to realize she was wearing booty shorts, they were so tightly fitted to her smooth, slender legs.
Sweat glistened on her face; she had her hair tied back in a messy bun. Even as she stepped inside, the draft from the hall brought her scent rushing to him: sweetness, like delicate honey eager to be suckled.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, professor,” she said, shutting the door behind her. She was out of breath. “But I was jogging outside and saw your lights, so I was wondering if I could ask you about my paper?”
The professor exhaled. “I was just on my way out, Mrs. Takigami.” How was he supposed to keep this professional when he knew her secret?
He knew how much she craved attention from older, self-assured men. He knew by the way she sat in the front of the class with her legs spread. The glazed look in her eyes as she watched him pace around the room during his lectures. He knew by the way she sat in his office after class, pulling the chair up beside him with one leg crossed over the other despite how little room they had. How she told him stories about her life: her family, her friends, who she was seeing. How she touched his shoulder or his arm during these meetings… but he couldn’t act on this. Even if she’d confessed in her paper. His job, his marriage, would he really throw it all away for her?
Jenny pouted, and all his resolve evaporated. He pictured behind her over his desk and splitting her tight ass with his cock, pulling on her sweaty hair, and fucking her till she passed out. She was such a sweet little thing. His dick stirred wildly in his pants, and he adjusted his blazer to cover it.
“I’m just a little nervous,” she whispered. “I think my paper got a little off track from my thesis.”
“I was meaning to speak to you about it,” he said after a brief pause. He had to remind himself to breathe. How could she look even more adorable?
Setting her phone down on the table, Jenny moved the chair around, bringing it beside him. In the process, she knocked over a stack of books. The sound made her jump.
“Don’t worry,” he said quickly, crouching down to retrieve them, realizing too late that when he stood up, she’d see the problem in his pants.
But she hadn’t heard him, and she bent over as well. When the professor looked up, his nose was inches away from her firm ass. The sweater had rolled up slightly, and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her sweaty shorts had stuck fast to her curves, the cloth tucked into her crack. Without a moment of hesitation, he pressed his nose against her and inhaled deeper than he’d ever done before.
He heard her gasp, her entire body tensing up. She didn’t move a muscle as the professor nuzzled her butt cheeks, slipping his nose into her crack. He couldn’t get enough of her odor, the sweat amplifying her smell and driving him out of his mind.
“Professor?” she whispered, but she didn’t move out of his reach. He felt her inhale and relax as he massaged her firm ass with his face. He’d dreamt of her butt since the first day of the semester when she’d walked into the room, bent over in front of him to put down her bag, and took her seat. She came half an hour early, introduced herself personally, and before he knew it, invaded every single one of his daydreams.
“I’m pulling these down,” he said. He wanted to taste her now, after all this time. He wanted to ravage that sweet little ass.
“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice faint. She undid the drawstring, loosening her shorts.
He curled his fingers into the waistline, loving the softness of her hips. “You think I wouldn’t notice, Mrs. Takigami?” he said, his words laced with a growl. “How you’d come by my office hours and show me that ass? The way your eyes dart to my crotch while I’m teaching. You think I couldn’t see what you wanted?”
Her response was a whimper. A shudder ran through her body, and he felt her ass jiggle against his face.
“I’m going to punish you for teasing me all term.” With one hefty pull, he wrenched down the cloth, peeling it off her ass crack and her pussy, and brought it down to her knees.
He was finally face to face with her bare bottom, the pink lips of her pussy wet and glistening between her thighs. But he had eyes for only one thing. Her sweet little asshole took his breath away. He spread her cheeks and drooled over its dark, welcoming shape. Such an alluring contrast to the rest of her pale backside.
“Fucking hell, Jenny,” he whispered, all pretense of professionalism now gone. His cock throbbed with a madness he hadn’t felt since he was a college kid and lost his virginity to a wild sorority girl.
“Do you like it, Professor?” Jenny wiggled her hips and peeked over her shoulder. “Do you like my tight Asian ass?”
He looked into her beautiful eyes, adoring the blush on her face, the way she arched her back, giving him complete access. He knew there was only one thing he could do: conquer her like she wanted in her paper. “Shut the fuck up,” he said through gritted teeth, then plunged his face into her ass again, this time with enough force that she let out an audible cry.
Holding her in place with both hands and using his thumbs to stretch her cheeks apart, he exhaled on her asshole. Then he pressed himself against her with his mouth open, as if he were biting into the world’s largest peach. When he stuck out his tongue, it slid inside her.
Jenny’s knees gave away as she cried out again. Then, like a good girl, she clamped a hand over her face as the rich, earthy taste of her ass flooded his senses. She tasted like stones washed for centuries by a river. Like soil after a thunderstorm. Like the woods in the heat of autumn.
The professor moaned into her ass as he squeezed her cheeks with his fingers, leaving red marks up and down her pale skin. Her knees knocked, the muscle in her legs tightened, but he did not relent. His right hand trailed up her body, sliding under her sweater to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He fondled her supple breasts, but continued licking, sucking, kissing, and slurping on her asshole.
She quivered in his embrace, her muffled moans driving him crazy. With his other hand, he reached around her waist and pulled her back into him, wanting more still. His fingers slid down her pubes, so thick and curly like a naughty forest girl, until he found her pussy, completely drenched. He rubbed her clit, and she grabbed onto his desk for support.
He refused to release her; he pulled on her hairs whenever she shuddered. And she couldn’t stand or step away even if she wanted to. Her shorts were stretched between her thighs; Jenny could not escape.
A trembling began in her body, as if she were about to cum, but the professor needed more. With his tongue extended and flat, he licked her from the bottom of her ass crack to the top. He teased her asshole, drawing shapes with the tip of his tongue. He slid around inside, searching for treasure, loving the wet sounds as he tasted her. He kissed her cheeks and blew into her, all the while squeezing and caressing her tits and furiously fingering her dripping pussy.
Finally, when his jaws ached from being open and his mouth and lungs were full of her body odor, he released her. Jenny stumbled forward and collapsed beneath his desk like a good little pet. She looked up at him, pouting still, blushing up a storm, her eyes silently begging for more.
The professor clenched his jaws and pressed his fingers to his lips, shuddering as he sucked them clean. Even her pussy was delicious. “Why do you taste so good, Jenny?” He straightened up, no longer caring that she could see his raging hardon. Her name sparkled on his tongue; she had made him break his name rule. He was supposed to only use last names, but she had reached into his soul and summoned such furious desire… the girl had no idea how much power she possessed over him.
Jenny eyed the bulge in his pants with desperation. “But, professor,” she said, reaching for it. “I really want you to…”
He grabbed her cheeks and tilted her head up, forcing her to look away from his cock. “Did I give you permission to speak?”
When she shook her head, he released her.
“I have to go home to my wife now. If I give you all my precious cum, what’s she going to play with?
She bit her bottom lip, but it still trembled.
The professor patted her hair. “Do you still want to talk about your paper?
Jenny nodded.
“Good girl,” he said, buttoning his blazer. “Come to my office, Monday morning after class. Bring condoms if you want, because I’m not gonna bring any.”
Then, without sparing her another glance, he left his office. He knew if he looked at her again, her tear-filled eyes, her flushed face, her messy hair, her smooth legs… he’d completely surrender and never make it home. He wondered if his wife would taste the delicious asshole of his new pet when she kissed him [tonight.](https://www.reddit.com/r/yeseniafaye/)
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