The Professor’s Good Girl [mf, bondage, dubcon]

This professor/ta story was requested by a redditor as a custom short! :)

**Kinks: semi-clothed sex, swallow, creampie, sneaky sex, dubcon, condom removal, bondage**

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*“I can’t believe I’m doing this,”* Gemma thought as she lowered to her knees. Her sharp almond eyes locked on Professor Wolff’s belt as she worked furiously to remove it.

Her fingers fumbled as she struggled with the buckle, and she looked up in desperation at her Professor. She bit her lip, ashamed to ask for or admit she needed help.

*“Is this going to impact my grade?”* Gemma’s eyes watered and she pulled at the belt. She froze when she heard a deep laugh above her.

“Are you nervous, Gemma?” Professor Wolff’s deep voice echoed in his private office. “You weren’t nervous when you came in here asking for a way to boost your final grade. What’s changed?” His voice melted in the air and slithered in her ears. It was slow, firm, seductive.

Gemma looked up from her kneeled position. Although she wore knee high stockings, they were little relief from the firm wood floors under her.

“Well,” Professor Wolff pulled Gemma up by her elbow quickly. His voice had a sudden edge to it as he leaned against his desk, the veins on his crossed arms bulging. “Maybe your parents won’t mind spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on a daughter who fails her TA internship.”

Gemma’s eyes widened. It was her last year before she graduated, and she needed to pass the assignment to graduate. She had no idea why she was on the verge of failing. She was always on time, helpful, and the first-year students loved and respected her.

She couldn’t fail. Her parents were both prestigious professors at the University, and they’d never forgive her if she embarrassed them.

She had heard rumours about Professor Wolff and his affairs with young students, and she had made up her mind to take her grade into her own hands…within limits.

“I’m not nervous,” Gemma crossed her arms, hoping that if she mirrored Professor Wolff’s stance she’d gain some of his confidence.

“You’re not?” Professor Wolff smirked in disbelief.

“No,” Gemma stared him down, refusing to break away from his heavy gaze.

“What about now, Gemma?” He walked over to her and brushed his thumb against her lower lip. He parted her lips and dipped his thumb inside, running it along her tongue. She instinctively began to suck.

He laughed, “I guess not. Does this make you nervous, Gemma?”

Professor Wolff ran his other hand down the front of her button-down blouse. He grazed her small breasts and groaned when he noticed her sucking his thumb harder.

“Good girl. Keep sucking,” he ordered as he continued exploring her body outside her clothes with his left hand.

*“What the fuck am I doing?”* Gemma thought. She was so conflicted. This wasn’t going at all to plan. Her goal when she set up this meeting with her Professor was to ensure she passed the class.

His hand roamed across her small stomach, down her tiny waist, and toyed with her pale thighs just under the hem of her plaid skirt. She was so small, so petite, so frail. He struggled to keep his composure as he watched her breasts heave up and down underneath her blouse.

She sucked harder, and he lost it. He ripped his hand from her mouth and unbuckled his belt. He pushed her back to the ground.

“Unbutton your shirt,” Professor Wolff ordered. Gemma obeyed and moved to remove her shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He barked.

She froze.

“Gemma, listen carefully. I said ‘Unbutton your blouse’ I never said ‘Take off your blouse’ Maybe this is why you’re close to failing?” Professor Wolff took his belt and tied it around Gemma’s petite waist, pinning her arms to her sides.

He undid his pants.

“Open your mouth, Gemma.”

*“Just one blowjob, and I’ll be over with it. Just one. It’s not* that *big of a deal,”* Gemma closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

She was surprised at how watery her mouth was as her professor slid his thick cock into her throat. She sucked slowly as she took him all the way in. Her moans vibrated against his shaft and made Professor Wolff shudder.

“Fuck, Gemma. You can have an A. You can have anything you fucking want. Do you hear me? Just don’t stop. Fuck, you’re a good girl,” he groaned as he took a fistful of her thick, blue-black hair. He pulled on the straight strands, making her suck faster and harder.

Gemma moaned. Between the pressure of the belt around her arms and waist, the pressure of the cock in her mouth, and the pressure growing between her thighs; Gemma lost herself.

Professor Wolff looked down at his TA and smiled when he caught her slowly rubbing the soft mound of her pussy to the rhythm of her sucking. He laughed and pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her fingers from her clit.

He kneeled down to bring his own eyes level with hers. He took her small wrists in his large hands and squeezed. Gemma winced softly, unsure if she hated or loved the pinching sensation.

“Tell me what you want, Gemma.” He stared into her eyes and squeezed tighter.

“An ‘A’ on my assignment as your TA,” Gemma whispered.

“Done. Anything else?”

Gemma bit her lip.

“Say it,” he squeezed tighter.

“I want to suck you off. And, I…I just…I want to be fucked in here. In your office,” Gemma sighed a breath of relief as Professor Wolff released her arms and stood to put his dick back into her mouth.

*“What. The. Fuck. What are you saying and doing?”* Gemma’s brain was firing question after question. But, the pressure of it all overwhelmed her, and soon the pressure took over again.

She sucked until she tasted salt and felt him shudder. She touched herself as he removed his belt and bent her over his desk.

Gemma noticed her TA file open on the desk. A large red ‘A’ on her final paper. She moaned loudly, a mix of excitement and surprise, as Professor Wolff thrust himself inside her.

“You’re such a good girl, Gemma. Of course you deserved an ‘A’.”

“I’m your good girl, Professor,” Gemma moaned breathlessly.

Professor Wolff buried himself deep inside her in one last thrust. He came inside her as her pussy tightened around his cock, milking every last drop.

Gemma’s body shuddered as she felt her professor fill her pussy with his cum.

“I’m a good girl,” Gemma whispered against the desk.

She smiled as she rested on her professor’s desk. She loved the feeling of her bare breasts against his wooden oak desk and the feeling of her skirt pulled up above her waist to leave her pink pussy exposed.

“No, Gemma,” Professor Wolff spanked her bare ass lightly, a subtle threat. “You’re *my* good girl. Say it.” He spanked her again, and she yelped in delight.

“I’m your good girl, Professor.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fm5yrq/the_professors_good_girl_mf_bondage_dubcon