my first time at professor’s office hours as college freshman [FM]

So this was back when I was 18 and had newly begun taking classes as a college freshman. I’d moved across the world for school and even though it wasn’t my first time in a new country, I was anxious to settle in and do especially well in classes.

One of the classes was an intermediate level writing class, so I kind of figured I’d breeze through it. To top it off- I had my pole dancing classes halfway across campus that ended just 15 minutes before this one and so I always showed up in a questionable state, which probably didn’t help my impression.

On the Monday of the third week of classes, I’d just had practice and didn’t have time to remove my garter stockings after dancing, and threw on a plaid dress before rushing to class. Panting by the time I got there, rushes in ten minutes late visibly out of breath and pacing around the small classroom for an empty seat. I sat down next to Tomas, the most attractive guy in class who I’d been mildly flirting with for the first few weeks, as he’d kindly saved me a seat. Professor Cohen gave me a side glance, and I think he was finally noticing the frequency of my late entrances

Towards the end of class, we got back our first drafts with feedback for our term papers. As class was dismissed, I flipped through the pages to see red scribbles littered all over, and a note scribbled, “see me- office hours at 7pm on Thursday”

I knew it wasn’t my best work, and it was annoying to have to put aside time on an evening to talk about Hemingway. I considered trying to woo my way out of it but I got distracted by Tomas and his lean arms helping me grab my things and exited the building.

Now, thirsty Thursdays are big at my school and who is a fresh, law-abiding, college girl to defy school rules? My first planned pregame for the night was with the girls and began strictly at 9, and since I couldn’t go back home after campus, I figured I’d throw on a coat on top and make it through the quick “yes professor, no professor” session before starting off the weekend. Things didn’t go quite as planned, and the party began a lot sooner for me…

I walked through the campus late evening, wearing my skimpy LBD underneath with a deep, v neck line and since no bra fit quite well under it so I’d skipped on one, and was grateful the coat hid up how cold i really was. when I got to Mr.C’s office, i knocked and heard some shuffling followed by a “come in”

“Shut the door behind you please”

Once in, I turned to glance up at my professor, who in the dim lighting of the room, looked even younger. A quick look at his ring finger indicated he was atleast married and the slight stubble across his jaw indicated he could be in his late thirties..

“Please take a seat, Vicky. I didn’t want to frighten you, but I thought itd be better to discuss your mistakes in person so you can rectify them”

“Oh professor, I’m so sorry my work disappointed you. I’m open to all your thoughts on it so I can improve” I responded, making sure to smile like the cute innocent teen girl I wanted him to know I was. Coincidentally, I lifted my left heeled foot over and caused my coat to ship between my legs, revealing my upper thigh for a few seconds for my professors eyes to steal a glance at.

With my face and hair styled for the night i had planned out, and my teasing appearance, I knew his mind would flash to the place almost any blood-pumping mans would and I noticed his slight fist clench as I brought the coat back into place. he appeared to snap back into his thoughts fast and brought up his copy of the comments on my paper.

10 minutes in, my phone began vibrating as my group chats began exploding with texts about the nights plans. Mr C noticed this and coughed loudly until I laughed nervously and apologised, while getting up to reach my phone still on my bag on the floor. As I bent down, I noticed him staring at my legs again and this time, I moved the coat out of the way to give him more to look at. At this point, I was actively scrolling through my texts and he crept his hand on to my thigh and said
“More important things to get to than your grade?”

“Of course not, professor. It’s just my best friends birthday and we’re celebrating later and I have to make sure everything goes right. I hate disappointing people around me”

His hand starts circling on my thigh and as the motions continue, I drop my phone and turn in my chair so his hand slips from my outer thigh to between my legs. He doesn’t remove it.

“I’m just here trying to help you get the best out of your education. I know you have so much potential, more than just attending to these frivolous parties”

By now, I’m getting pretty turned on by the caring professor thing he had going on. With his hand still between my legs, it was clear we were already down the path and it was late evening on campus, and we were in a corner room somewhere irrelevant, so I doubted an intrusion was likely.

“I know, and I want to show you everything that I’m capable of,” I respond as pull my dress up a few more inches. By now, the sight of my toned, teen body in a tight little dress has him visibly excited. I noticed the growing bulge on his lap, and moved forward to slip off the whole coat and turn around. By now, he can see the outline of my whole body, from my perky breasts to my firm ass, through my black dress. he grabs my ass, and starts to stroke it. Guiding me by my flesh, he moved me in front of his desk and continued his inspection of my ass, going from strokes to squeezes and slaps. Pretty soon he had my dress up my bum, just squeezing and assaulting my cheeks while slight moans left my mouth. His firm hands and tight hold on my body was turning me on, and I could feel my wetness through the crotch of my lace thong.

By now I’m pretty much leaning on his desk, my ass on display, and I hear his pants unbelt speedily. He moved his hand from my ass cheeks to spread my legs, and used a single finger to rub against my clit through my panties. Feeling the dampness he started rubbing harder, adding another finger and slipping the cloth aside to rub my pussy. I was gyrating my pussy against his hand and I could hear him jerking his dick with the other hand. He paused for a minute, and turned me over quickly and lifted me on to the desk, my ass crashing against the desk as I let out a pained welp, but was surprised at how good the sensation felt. A second later I felt his wet tongue ascend on my clit, and he starting licking and sucking on me sooooo good. Maybe because he was older or more experienced, he ate my pussy like it was a sweet fruit better than any other guy had and by now my moans began coming louder and faster. He brought his other hand up to my mouth and stuck my fingers in to pacify me as he continued eating me out like there was no tomorrow. After I came a second time in minutes, I felt him move away and pull down his boxers and turn me back around on my fours. (I think he was kind of afraid I’d change my mind lol, so there wasn’t as much foreplay after this as I’d usually offer but maybe next time ;)) I felt a thick rod line up against me, and then without warning, rammed up inside me. I felt my tight push stretching to fit him in as he slowly began thrusting against me, picking up pace as his thick, cock hardened inside me. the desk started rattling and shaking as he started fucking me harder across the desk, taking turns to smack my ass and tug at my wavy, brown curls hanging down the back of my dress. By now I was panting against the desk surface and his thrusts got more urgent, as he slammed his cock in and out of me, slapping his balls against my ass the harder he went.

“Fuck I’m gonna come” he moaned mid thrust

I pushed my ass out to meet him mid thrust, turned my head around and said,
“Finish in me, please professor” that was all it took for him to give one final thrust and spill his cum inside my wet, throbbing pussy. He continued to move in and out of me until my pussy milked out every drop of his cum and he pulled out. As he moved off me, I pulled up my dress and reached for my dropped phone. It was already 8:15, and I had places to be and a lot more…things to do.

As he sips up his pants, Professor C smiles at me and says,

“Well, that’s more than sufficient for an A in my class. I hope I can continue to be a source of help for you in your education beyond this too. You should know my office doors are always open to you. “

I walk closer and move to peck his cheek.

“Thank you for that lesson, professor. I’ll be thinking of you tonight”

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