I’ve always found older men attractive, despite my friends giving me weird looks when I call 55-year-old men sexy. Though, none have truly gotten to me the way my current editing professor has. I find myself daydreaming about all the compromising situations I could get into with him more often than I should. He’s looks to be about 54, he has a goatee and salt and pepper hair. For an older man, he is quite in shape and gives off a very dominant aura which I love to incorporate in my fantasies. Furthermore, he is a married man. Now, I would never do anything in real life but being a seductive little slut gets me hot so that only serves to increase his allure to me. Anyways here’s one of my fantasies: (names have been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.)
I walk into class on a typical Friday, ready to leave as soon as I set down my things as per usual. I’m early by about 10 minutes, it’s just me and my desk partner Steven. He and I lived on the same floor freshman year and get along despite butting heads in class (I don’t always agree with him but I respect a guy who can have intelligent debates). He’s a nerdy kid, the kind you think of when you think forty-year-old virgin and I’ll admit it’s fun to wear suggestive outfits to class and watch his eyes bug out.
“Excited to find out our grades?” Steven asks looking me up and down. I wore a gray sweater with a deep v neckline and a semi short black skirt with thigh high black suede boots.
“As excited as I’ll ever be.” As I said this Professor Hyde walked in.
“Hello Steven… Mackenzie,” He smiles at Steven and gives a nod in my direction. “It was great reading your paper Steven.” Clearly a jab at me, not to mention Professor Hyde locked eyes with me as he said it.
“That gives me great hope for mine, Jack.” Bitch move Mackenzie, I think to myself. I’ve never been one to put up with passive aggressive digs. Professor Hyde narrows his eyes at me and moves slowly to my desk. Narrowing his eyes his sits down across from me.
“I worked hard to get where I am, you’ll do well to refer to me as Professor Hyde or Mr. Hyde.” God damn he’s sexy when he’s demanding. I wonder if he speaks to his wife like that in the bedroom, lord knows I’d misbehave more than her he’d have so much more fun taming me. I give a dismissive ‘mhmm’ and he shakes his head and walks away.
Steven looks on in disbelief and I shrug at him while the rest of the class files in and takes their seats. As Professor Hyde hands back the tests he gives everyone a smile and hands it to them face up. When he gets to me he gives it to me face down and with a smirk. That’s not good. I flip it over, Professor Hyde had crossed out the B- on the top of my paper and replaced it with a D. Next to it was a note that said: “If you’d like to fix this come see me after class. We can talk about the editing errors as well as disrespecting me in front of your classmates.” I am infuriated. Yeah, I had acted like a bitch but changing my grade is completely unethical.
I stared at him as he returned to the front of the class. I worked hard to get my grade up to an A and this assignment was worth 25% of my grade. I was not about to be forced into study hours by my sorority because I had decided to mouth off. Tears burned in my eye as I kept my head down throughout class. Once the hour and a half had passed I waited in my chair until everyone had walked out of the room to look up. I no longer had tears in my eyes but a look of anger, Professor Hyde asked me to follow him to his office and I complied.
I walked up the stairs first increasingly aware of his eyes shamefully glancing up my skirt I looked back to see him turning and looking at the wall, shitty excuse for a cover. As we got upstairs he told me to turn to the right and sped up to open the door of his office for me. He walked in and sat at his desk as I slammed my assignment on his desk.
“What the hell is this.” It wasn’t a question so much as a demanding remark. Hands on my hips I stared him straight in the eye.
“It’s what that shit attitude of yours has caused me to do. Take a seat.” I was taken aback, I never heard Professor Hyde swear prior to that moment and I have to admit I sort of liked it. I was far too angry to play that game with him though and far too angry to watch my tone.
“I prefer standing, thank you. I’d be more likely to have a good attitude if you didn’t make it clear how much you dislike me and my work in front of my peers.” I threw my words toward him trying my best to sound eloquent.
“Mackenzie. I don’t dislike you and your work has improved a lot since the beginning. But the disrespect you have shown me is unacceptable. So. SIT DOWN NOW.” He raised his voice. Now, I’m fiery, but I’m not stupid I know when to listen up. I took my seat quietly but kept my head held high. He sighed and paused slightly before speaking. “You can still salvage an A on this assignment Mackenzie but you need to work with me.”
“Okay. What do you want me to do?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“You have 30 minutes I want you to find and correct all 18 mistakes you made in your assignment. If you cannot do this you will be punished.” I felt a wetness run between my legs, did he really just say he would punish me?
“Punished?” I needed clarification.
“Either you will receive an even lower grade or you will figure something else out that we both deem fitting.” He said this glancing at his papers and signing off on things. His dismissive manner made me feel the necessity to say something very bold.
“What if I already know how you can get me to shape up and focus on my work? Just spank me. I respond very well to a man who uses force.” I smirked, looking at his wedding ring wondering if his peek up my skirt showed him how much younger my body was than his wife’s. He looked up at me slowly moving his eyes around my curves.
“Just do your corrections.” He handed me back my paper, setting a timer for thirty minutes. Not the answer I was looking for. I began on my corrections parting my legs for him to get a good view of my soaked panties. My plan must have worked because I caught him looking multiple times and saw him shifting in his seat. By the end of the thirty minutes I had made all the corrections necessary and handed my paper back to him. I had also added in a short paragraph with a multitude of vulgarities. As he went through my paper he nodded and was clearly pleased, that is, until he got to the last paragraph.
“I’ve seen you looking down my shirt and up my skirt. I want an A and I’ll do what it takes to get it. You’re a man who likes respect and if you can teach me a lesson I’ll absolutely respect you. But that’s a big ol’ if Jack. I know you want to feel my pretty little mouth all over you, so just give in.” He read my words back to me and sat there silently. Then he stood and shut the blinds of his office door then returned to his office chair. “Get over my knee Mackenzie. This ends right now.”
I stood up and walked over to him he grabbed me by the arm and flung me over his lap flipping my skirt over my ass and revealing my black lace underwear to him. I heard his breathing change, clearly enjoying himself he let a large sigh out it sounded as if it was a sigh of relief as if he had waited for this day for a long time. He began tickling under my thigh high boots lightly touching my wet slit over my panties.
“You will refer to me as Professor or Sir do you understand young lady?” He spoke with authority. Which only made me laugh, no one controls me.
“Riiiight Jack.” THWACK his hand hit my ass. Hard. Leaving it stinging as he repeated himself.
“I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND.” He grabbed my ass in his hand forcing me to clutch onto the desk from the pain.
“Yes sir!!!” I said thoroughly enjoying myself. “How would your wife feel about this?” I could feel him hesitate. I pulled my panties to the side and revealed my pink pussy to him. He quickly forgot about her, lightly touching my wetness and bringing it to his lips. I slunk off his lap and stood to kiss his lips and taste myself on his tongue. “Do you like how I taste Professor?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes. Naughty girl, I love how your juices taste. Why don’t you show me how sorry you are for disrespecting me earlier sweetheart?” I immediately complied, nothing makes me feel more powerful than watching a man’s face while I deep throat him. Even more so a taken man’s cock when I know he wants to resist but just can’t. I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock from his pants.
“Tell me what you want daddy.” He grabbed me by the hair and forced himself down my throat.
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you what I want you little brat.” Faster and faster he forced me to choke on his thick shaft, and I loved every damn second of it. Reaching between my legs I began to lightly stroke my swollen clit with one finger teasing myself while pleasuring this much older man. I could tell that the moans I was being forced to make excited Professor Hyde because he reached down and forced his hand beneath my shirt grabbing my hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh fuuuuuuck,” I cried out loving the attention he was giving my body. “Please fuck me?” I begged him.
“No. I will fuck you when I believe your pain reflects the amount of disrespect you have shown me. Take your shirt off and sit down on the desk with your legs spread.” I moved eagerly and did what I was told fully expecting to be touched pleasurably. Wrong. He grabbed both of my nipples and pinched. The pain was excruciating and caused me to yelp which only seemed to drive him crazier. “You’re such a good little bitch now pull your panties off and shove them in your mouth so no one hears your screams.” I did as I was told and Jack began to kiss my collarbone slowly moving toward my perky breasts. He softly sucked on my nipple rubbing the other one gently. My hypersensitive boobs responded very well to his stimulation and right when I was starting to enjoy myself he clamped down with his teeth. I attempted to scream out in pain but was muffled by the panties in my mouth.
“I love owning your body like this, you have no idea how many times I fucked my wife imagining you in those tight outfits you like to tease me with. God, you’re such a little minx, acting innocent when we both know you’re a cock craving slut.” He grabbed me by the throat and began to rub my clit. I squirmed in pleasure, the college boys I’ve been with can’t compare to an older man with experience. Within seconds of his manipulation I was on the edge and about to come. Once he sensed my building climax he abruptly stopped. I cried out in protest but Professor Hyde only laughed at me telling me how pathetic I looked. Grabbing his stiff cock, he pulled my ass closer to the edge of the desk and began to rub the head of his hardness against my puffy clit. I fell backward against the desk and tried to force my pussy to envelop him.
“Don’t you dare. I say when you get fucked and I don’t think you’ve begged enough bitch.” Fair enough. He takes the panties out of my mouth and pins my arms above my head while he continues to torture my body. “I want to hear you tell me how devoted you are to me kitten and maybe then I’ll give you what you want.”
“Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, I’ll do anything you want and say anything you want. I’m yours. Your little sex toy your slave I just want to make you happy.” I was so driven with need I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, I had never submitted to a man so fully in my life. Professor Hyde smirked and began to move towards my pussy.
“Keep going baby, the happier you make me the better I’ll make you feel.” His beard brushed against my clit and I almost flew off the table because it felt so good. College boys never go down on a girl and it’s one of my favorite things. In my state of need nothing could have been more perfect to drive me into becoming the perfect slave to Jack.
“Oh my god,” I whined as his tongue flicked out and lapped at my button. “Jack don’t stop. PLEEEEASE.” He lightly bites me and tells me to keep telling him how devoted I am to him. “I love this Professor, you’re so sexy and so powerful. I want you to control me, I want to be your puppet and I want to be used and abused by you every hour of every day. I’ll wake up every morning craving your love and attention I’ll be your good girl I’ll be anything you want. I’ll be your naughty schoolgirl sir, suck your cock under the desk in class or while you talk to your unknowing wife on the phone.”
“You’re a dirty little seductress, aren’t you?” He asks standing up. “You like stealing men away and forcing them to fuck you.”
“Yes daddy. Yes, I do. Please fuck me it’ll feel so good I’m so tight and wet and I need to be fucked. I DESERVE to be fucked.” I was nearly in tears at this point and completely by surprise Professor Hyde grabbed me by the hips and sunk his thick shaft deep inside of me. He let out a sigh of relief as if he had waited for this feeling his whole life. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he pumped in and out of me faster than anyone ever had. No one had ever hit my G-spot before but what he was doing HAD to be my G-spot. He lowered his head and lapped at my nipples forcing my body to feel overstimulated. I couldn’t hold back anymore and thankfully neither could he. I felt him pump his load inside of me and when I came it hit me so hard I had my first squirting orgasm. Screaming with his hand over my mouth we both fell to the ground glistening in sweat and breathing heavily.
I leaned over and gave him a long and hard passionate kiss which he returned tenderly. I quickly got up and got dressed almost late for my next class. On my way out he told me I had received an A on my assignment. Slapping my ass as I walked out the door he added that he will be grading the next assignment even harder.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e1t2hs/married_professor_fantasy_tease_domination
Wickedly written!