**Part 2**
I stumbled out of Professor Wells’ class with my heart nearly pounding out of my chest and a slip and slide between my legs. My whole body was shaking with excitement as I replayed what just happened in my mind. Did he seriously just push his dick against me and ask to meet later? I thought back to the feeling of his warm breath tickling my ear. “Don’t be late”, he said to me. Oh, I wouldn’t be. I walked slowly back to my single dorm room with a nervous excitement in my gut, thinking about what I was going to wear and if we were actually going to get down and dirty in his office or if that was just a tricky way of giving me a real extra credit assignment.
The day went by incredibly slow and I grew heavy with anticipation. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to touch his skin and run my fingers under his shirt exploring his strong chest and arms. I wanted to see the look on his face as I teased him with my tongue in various places. I wanted to kiss him, unbridled and intensely. Thinking about it was enough to make me burst so I tried to, unsuccessfully, distract myself with other things. Finally at 3:30pm, I decided I had waited long enough and started to get ready. After a hot shower, I dried my hair and put on some makeup. I chose a short blue sundress with daisies on it, for easy access, and a pair of open-toed white kitten heels. At 4:45, I took one last look in the mirror, admiring my appearance. “You go girl”, I said to my reflection.
I arrived at the door to his office at exactly 5pm, took a few deep breaths and opened the door. “You’re late”, Professor Wells said sternly without looking at me. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it said 5:01. “Sorry”, I replied quietly. “How are we going to break this habit, Emma?”, he asked with his eyes fixed firmly on me. “Maybe if you made class more interesting I would make more of an effort to be on time”, I teased. “Is that so?”, he said, moving slowly toward me. “Yes”, I replied nervously. “Would this… make it more interesting”, he said as he gently ran his hand through my hair and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were warm and soft and DAMN was he a good kisser. His kisses were slow at first, but quickly grew more eager and aggressive as we moved our hands over one another, grasping for anything we could touch. He backed me up to his desk and I hopped onto it carelessly, sending some small items crashing down to the floor. Neither one of us could find the strength to care. I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed himself against me, still exploring my mouth with his tongue.
At last, he pulled away from me with a soft groan. His breathing was heavy, as was mine, and we both knew there was no turning back now. He walked over to the door and locked it. He then turned around and stared at me with the most animalistic look in his eyes. My dress had ridden up to the top of my thighs, revealing a pair of blue lace cheeky panties. Take off your dress, he ordered. “You first”, I said firmly. He obeyed, unbuttoning his grey collared shirt and letting it fall to the floor. “Your turn”, he said with a mischievous smile. I stood up and untied the laces at the front of my dress that were holding my breasts in place and let the dress fall to the floor, just as he had done. He admired me approvingly with a lick of his lip. In a rush of adrenaline, we both crashed into one another and began feverishly making out and grinding against each other.
I grabbed hold of his muscular shoulders and pushed him to the floor, following him. He leaned back onto the tile floor, exhaling an “Oh, fuck”. I straddled him and continued to kiss him hard, pushing his wrists into the floor. He could definitely overpower me if he wanted to, but I appreciated that he allowed me to render him helpless for a moment. I pressed my breasts into his face, letting him suck on my nipples as I grinded on him. “Fuck”, he said in between breaths. “I’m sorry I was late”, I said, as I reached down and stroked his hard dick over his jeans, “It wont happen again”. “How are we going to make sure of that?”, he asked. I smiled, “You’re the professor, what do you suggest?”. Within seconds, he was on top of me, breaking his kiss to pull down my panties. “Stand up”, he said, reaching his hand out to me for assistance. The second I managed to get myself upright, he bent me over the desk. “Maybe a little bit of this”, he said as he smacked my ass, “will teach you to be on time”. The sting of the smack mixed with the anticipation of feeling him inside me had me dripping wet. He smacked my ass 3 more times, rubbing it gently in between. “Have you had enough?”, he asked. “No. Please”, I managed to say. Bracing myself for another smack, I was surprised to feel his warm tongue circling between my lower lips and exploring the dripping mess that he created. “Oh fuck. Yes. Please”, I gasped. After a few minutes, I looked back at him on his knees with my ass completely devouring his face and the visual was enough to bring me over the edge. I bit my lip as my body gave in to the overload of pleasure he was generously giving me.
Still on top of the desk, he turned me around quickly and kissed me hard on the mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore and I reached for his belt, which I quickly unfastened. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down before turning around and pressing my back into his chest. I grabbed his throbbing erection behind me and brought it to my entry. He was happy to oblige, sliding it into me slowly while gently biting and kissing my neck. I released a loud sigh when the fullness hit me. “Holy fuck. You feel so good”, he whispered in my ear as his pace quickened. “So do you, Professor Wells”, I replied, nearly unable to speak. He was fucking me just how I like it with the right amount of roughness to keep it interesting. Suddenly, he grabbed my throat as he slammed into me and, in a deep hoarse voice, asked, “Is this how I fucked you in your dream?”. “Better”, I replied in between moans. I raised my arm up and grabbed a handful of hair, making him moan with hints of both pain and pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon”, he said in a low voice. I turned my head and kissed him forcefully, swirling my tongue in his mouth and biting his lower lip. “Cum for me, Professor Wells”, I said. With that, he was brought over the edge and slammed into me one last time. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up as he grabbed and held me tight, his legs shaking from the explosion.
“I think class suddenly just got a little more interesting”, I said in between breaths. He pulled out, leaking his warmth down my leg and onto the floor. He turned me around and smiled as he pulled me in for a kiss. “Now, about that extra credit assignment….”, he said with a wink. “What?”, I gasped, “This didn’t count as extra credit?”. “This definitely got you a few extra points, but I have some more assignments in mind, if you’re up to it?”, he asked. “Oh. I’m up for it”, I replied. “Good”, he said while looking at my still fully naked body. Meet me behind the track field tomorrow at midnight, I have some drills we’re going to work on”, he said with a wink.
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