Nothing like fingering a student during office hours…I’m so fired. Professor’s Pets (1) [Mfff, Harem, Public, Taboo, College]

Before I tell you this story, I just want it to be clear. None of this was my idea. I thought that returning to university in the fall semester was stupid. No one would attend in-person. People were smarter than that. I am a goddamn intro chemistry teacher. I’m an adjunct. I definitely should not have done it, but, c’est la vie.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

It was the start of the semester and like I thought, about a dozen people showed up to a class that usually held sixty. I did the basics. I talked through the scientific method. I took a lot of online questions from my one-hundred virtual students and tried to make the presentation interesting for the people who did attend.

I talked about how “science is all around us,” and, “every decision you make has an action and a reaction.” Some girls in the front giggled and asked a question.

“Hey, so, what’s the reaction to me raising my hand?” a slightly dark-skinned one asked.

“Well, that’s a preconditioned response. It’s behavior training. Years of schooling have taught you that if you raise your hand, I’ll call on you. Great ques—”

“What’s the reaction if I—eat gum? I feel like that doesn’t have a—” a pretty blonde girl in the third row asked.

“The gum releases sugar which is then absorbed by tiny cells on your tongue,” I explained. “They tell your brain the gum tastes good, and so you keep chewing. Taste and endorphins are what drive human instinct. When things taste good, it’s usually because our bodies need something.”

“*My body needs something,*” a brunette in a low cut top whispered to her blonde neighbor. She flashed a look at me that caused a very different reaction.

I was not attracted to younger women as a rule. They were like—children. I say this as a twenty-eight-year-old professor making $25,000 a year, who only got off my parents insurance plan two years ago. Perhaps I shouldn’t judge. I shook my head and continued with the presentation.

Most modern classrooms had these delightful tables that made professors’ lives so much easier. They had long steel bars that prevented an accidental glance up a woman’s skirt. It was often a necessity, given the attire many students chose to wear, in order to keep sane.

Unfortunately, this classroom did *not* have those bars. The brunette crossed and uncrossed her legs like Sharon Stone. She was wearing a skimpy red lace thong and it caught my eye like the sudden pop of color at the end of Schindler’s List. I hated myself for thinking of that as soon as I finished ogling the panties of a nineteen-year-old. I looked directly into the camera like Steve Urkel, thinking, “*did I do that?*”

I was grateful they couldn’t see anything other than a tight close-up of me on the feed. I choked on a breath and shook my head. Two minutes remained.

“Anyway, thank you all so much for coming!” I clapped my hands together. “Look for your syllabus acknowledgement in webcourses this week and please complete the *getting to know you* survey. The data readout is really lame when it’s just me and my cat filling out the info.

“No wife,” the blonde smirked and whispered while holding eye contact with me.

That was presumptuous. It was also true, but presumptuous, nonetheless.

I turned off the webcourses feed and packed up my satchel, slipping my school computer into the bag.

“Hey!” a cheery voice popped over my podium. I flinched and looked up.

“Oh, hello!” I smiled at the dark-skinned one. “What can I do for you?”

She dragged a flip flop along the dense low-pile carpeting that looked like it hadn’t been replaced since before I was born. She slumped her shoulders and looked downcast.

“I’m really bad at chemistry,” she frowned. “Do you have any recommendations for tutoring?”

“Well, it’s really an easy class, being honest,” I smiled. “Just do your best work and I’ll try to give lots of opportunities for—”

“I’m really bad,” she repeated, pushing out her bottom lip.

The way she looked up to my face made me extraordinarily uncomfortable.

“Well, there’s always the campus tutoring. I’m sorry, but I’ve got another class and I—”

She raced around me to head me off and her adorable tits bounced in her tank top. Why was I looking at her tits? This was a *huge* no-no for a second year professor.

“Can I come get help from you?” she asked. “Like, during office hours?”

*Fuck,* I thought.

“Well, that is why they’re there,” I laughed. “I don’t have a real office, though. It’s just a seasonal one that’s in the expansion, number 3056. Third floor on your—”

“Great!” she jumped. “My name’s Dominique. I’ll see you then.”

*When?* I thought. *We never discussed a time or appointment.*

I would just have to live in fear of that day.

___

The following week, only eight students showed up in person for the lecture.

Two of the four girls were scattered across the front row. Dominique was right at the front. She gave a wave and a smirk as I walked in. She’d been to both of my office hour appointments that had elapsed since the previous session. She never wore a bra. I kept the goddamn door open. I also brought my Arlo camera from home to keep an eye on the session. I was too paranoid. Plus, video recording was legal in my state as long as a notice was posted. I put one on my door.

It was almost certainly against university policy, but I valued my sanity and job more than that.

The blonde, whose name was Laci, according to my roster, burst through the double doors at the rear of the stark classroom. She had submitted neither assignment from the previous week. I rolled my eyes as she pranced confidently in her pink sneakers. Of course, she could show up to class, but not do her work. Her brunette bestie rolled in on her heels.

There was a shy mousey one who sat in the front row a few seats away from Dominique. She hadn’t made a peep during either class. This one was no exception. She just stared longingly in my direction—the whole lecture.

Laci and her friend chittered back and forth. Dominique asked *way* too many questions, but the shy one didn’t say a thing. I had no idea who she was. The only reason I knew Laci was because her profile had a picture. If the student profile was blank, the avatar was just a shadowy androgynous blob.

Near the end of class, Laci whispered to her friend again.

“Three, two, one,” I heard her giggle.

Both girls spread their legs apart to reveal matching florescent yellow thongs. They were tiny, hardly a strip of fabric obscuring the sensual plumpness underneath. Both were so eye catching. It was like trying not to stare at the sun. The girls held eye contact with me the entire time.

I kept trying to resume my lecture and had to do so facing away. Every time I’d turn around, there the thongs would be—mocking me. They were taunting me to stare at the forbidden fruit between their legs.

After class, I flagged down a custodian and asked him to provide barriers or tables that had them. I made up some bullshit excuse, but the man saw through it.

“Sorry, bro. Tables are bolted down. Just—uh—you could like use duct tape!” he laughed. “But for real, just enjoy it. Ain’t no cameras in that classroom. Dude, if I could teach in there, I’d totally be—”

“How much duct tape do you have?” I groaned.

___

That Friday, just at the end of my hours, the brunette walked into my office and did a thing I despised.

“Knock, knock” she said *while* knocking. I hated her already.

I just kept thinking about how much I disliked her as the tall woman sat down in one of my student chairs and relaxed.

“Can I—” I began. “What’s up? I’m actually only here for another fifteen minutes.”

“No, I know,” she nodded. “Listen, you’ve probably seen me acting weird in class, like—doing stuff.”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I smirked. “I’m just—”

“Don’t bullshit me, professor,” she sighed. “Dude, I’ve been like—as slutty as humanly possible.”

“You need to leave,” I growled. There was one thing male professors didn’t fuck with, sexual situations with students.

“No, don’t kick me out!” she pleaded. “I’ll behave. I’m sorry. Listen, this will make you feel better.”

She passed me a handwritten note.

*Professor Daniels,*

*Do what I want or else I’ll tell everyone you’re trying to get me to fuck you even though you’re really not. This is blackmail.*

*Sincerely,*

*Vanna Frost*

“Holy shit!” I gasped. “You need to—”

“That’s your insurance policy. It’s undated. Just hand that to any dean and I’m fucking expelled. You can say you received it whenever. You *know* that’s my handwriting and so will any investigator.”

“Then—” I looked befuddled. “Why are you—”

“Because you’re so fucking cute,” she groaned.

I stood from my chair and looked both ways in the empty adjunct wing. All of the other part-time professors didn’t show up for office hours during post-quarantine life. They did it virtually.

“I don’t see what that has to—” I grumbled.

“Like my tits?” she asked, lifting her shirt and revealing a pair of the perkiest c-cup boobs I’d ever seen outside of porn.

“I—uh—” I stammered. They jiggled a few seconds more after being unleashed. Her nipples stiffened a few seconds later. I *really* needed to leave the office. I *had to go*, but my feet wouldn’t move. “You’ve got to stop.”

I shook my head and came to my senses.

“I could lose my job. This is *the most forbidden thing* a professor can allow. I should report you right—”

“Then go do it!” she hissed. “Take that note and expel me. Go ruin my life because I wanted to do something nice for the hottest professor in this stupid university.”

Was I, really?

She frowned and dropped her shirt. She stood up and grabbed her bag.

“You know I’m not going to report you,” I sighed.

She paused in the doorway.

“Listen,” she giggled warmly. “Laci and I want you to relax. Someday soon we’d love to *really* help. Until then, we’ll just—”

She spun about and worked her shirt up her tight stomach. I felt a lump in my throat. Vanna’s body was exceptional. The thought of fucking two students was—unheard of. It was awful. They were both so immature. I would never even think of it, except when I masturbated later that night.

“—do what we can,” she smirked.

Her tits popped free again and I slapped a hand to the side of my face. What was wrong with me? I was not looking away.

“What if you’re—recording?” I asked, trying to form words. She marched over to my desk and let her shirt fall again. She dumped out the contents of her tiny purse and some makeup, condoms, and a pink bedazzled cell phone clattered to the laminated surface. She slid the red power slider on the screen and the AT&T logo flashed up on screen before turning black.

“Happy?” she smirked.

“Could be—in you pockets,” I muttered, her body inches from mine.

“Don’t have pockets,” she winked, tugging at the imitation seams in her microscopic jean shorts. Fake pockets were the dumbest thing I’d ever even heard of.

“Well,” I shrugged, taking a step backward toward the door and looking both ways again. “You could have it tucked in—your pants.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You think a nineteen-year-old has a recorder *other than her cell phone* hidden somewhere on her body like a crime show?”

“Crazier things have happened,” I nodded.

“Why don’t you come check?” she bit her lip.

Nope. Wasn’t ready for that.

“Uh, that’s really nice, but I don’t think so. I’m not quite ready for—”

“Gotta do everything myself,” she frowned.

Vanna ran her thumbs along her waistline and unbuttoned her shorts. She shimmied them down over her thighs and my eyes spread wide. Her bare waxed pussy was there nested between her legs like a waiting predator. I was the prey.

She stepped out of her shorts and brilliant white lacy thong. She sat them on the desk next to her bag, but not before giving them a slight wiggle to show they were really empty. I was so glad to have all of this on video. She was doing it all for me. God, that was so hot.

“Wanna check anywhere else?” she asked, setting her elbows on the desk and bending over, facing her scrumptious ass toward me.

Her moistened lips parted slightly as she spread her legs wide, ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I gulped. My dick answered the call of duty and stiffened inside my tightish khaki pants.

I walked up beside her and the woman lifted her shirt. Her tits dangled downward. She was throwing herself at me like a slab of meat to a hungry hound. I was starving. It’d been months since anyone had *fed* me.

I set my palm down on the side of her bare left hip.

“I don’t believe any further search will be necessary,” I laughed. “I also applaud your effort, for whatever reason it is you’re doing it. This is *wrong*. We can’t be doing it. Though, it is exciting to think a girl like you could want a guy like—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” she shook her head. “Don’t you dare try to knock yourself down just because you’re a ‘nice guy.’ You’re fucking hot, okay? Plus, you set your hand down on my naked thigh. You’re not *that* good. I think you want to do more than look.”

She popped an eyebrow up while holding my stare. I groaned.

“Fuck it.”

I pressed my body to hers and slid my palm down her belly, inching closer to what I’d craved all along. My fingertips slithered of their own accord over her soaked pussy and began to lightly stroke her clit.

“Make a sound, and we’re done,” I grunted.

She nodded, eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. She bit her lip and stared up to the ceiling.

“Fuck,” she mouthed. “Didn’t think you were gonna—”

“I said shut the hell up!” I whispered.

I kneeled down between her legs and stared at the pinkest, healthiest, little pussy I’d ever seen. She was as fertile as the Nile valley; I was sure of it. Even if we did fuck someday, there’d be no messing around without birth control. I felt like if I fingered her too hard, she might get pregnant.

With her wide set hips and healthy tits, she’d have been fought over at any time in history. I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into her while I worked her clit with my left. She let out a muted squeal and wrapped her shirt up into her mouth as a gag, revealing her perfect tits.

I gave one a squeeze and flicked my thumb over the tiny almost skin-colored nipple.

“Fu—ck!” she gasped softly.

“Another word and you don’t come,” I informed.

She nodded and groaned, gripping the table. I felt her g-spot harden for my wicked fingers and she started to shudder. A tiny moan pushed out through her lips and her legs trembled. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise as she let out a shaky breath. A slight audible gasp fought its way out her mouth. She shook and came for over a minute as I finished with my fingers and then withdrew.

She was holding her breath and red in the face as I tossed her shorts back to her.

“I’ll expect printed nudes from you weekly,” I noted. “Also, I’m keeping these.”

I stuffed her white panties into my pocket and her jaw dropped. She was floored. I’d flipped the narrative on her.

“Printed?” she whispered.

“No digital correspondence. No phone numbers. Nothing traceable. That said, you’ll provide me nudes—and good ones—or I bring the note to the dean.”

“Where do I even print—” she shook her head, slipping her shorts back on commando-style.

“At Walgreens for all I care, but see that it gets done in a timely fashion. You’ll leave them in the library copy of the book used for Intro Chem 1250 last year every Friday without fail.”

“But today’s Friday,” she whispered.

“Then I’d get busy, Ms. Frost,” I nodded, snapping the magnetic clasp on my satchel. “I’ll check the book tomorrow evening. You’ll have that as a grace period. The textbook is on the fourth floor, aisle J.”

“But what if someone else finds the book?” she giggled, gathering the contents of her purse. I stepped out and locked the door, motioning for her to exit.

“Then I suppose they’ll have top shelf nude photos of you,” I shrugged. “With face.”

“*With face?*” she shrank back.

I pressed the elevator button and nodded. She moved to enter with me.

“Oh, think of appearances, Ms. Frost. You’ll take the next one or the stairs.”

I pressed the door close button and waved. She wiggled her fingers back, shaking her head with a mischievous smile.

It was a bad idea, a terrible fucking idea. It was extortion. I was completely in the wrong.

I hadn’t felt so alive in years.

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