“Ok class let’s get started,” I said walked into my college English class. The class is a prerequisite, filled with freshmen. I wrote on the board. “We will continue reading our text. Read chapters four through eight. Coming Wednesday morning I want a three-hundred-word summary of each chapter in proper essay form. Tell me what you read and what you learned. Simple? I would hope so.” I was always very commanding of my students. Success is never won easily. I was a force in my world, a successful woman. “Get on it,” I instructed. The class moaned and groaned opening their textbooks.
I saw him, playing on his phone. The girls surrounded him, giggling. I understood why it made me feel jealous, just too prideful to admit it. To admit that this little nineteen-year-old quarterback was disruptive in my class. As if he was in control. Sorry to break it to him but I’m the alpha here.
“Umm professor.” A student called out.
“Please call me Savannah. What’s up?” My attention was still on Marcus, the quarterback. How dare he disturb my class. “I can’t seem to focus may I go to the library?”
I began to get annoyed with all the laughter coming from the girls. I felt as if I had to get rid of my class. The thoughts of Marcus began to make me feel aroused. His strong chest, his strong jaw. These naughty thoughts were overpowering me. I could not grasp why I was so anxious for him to look towards me.
“Listen up, I expect the work to be done.” The class paused their reading, looking puzzled. “Class dismissed.” Their faces lit up in excitement, collecting their things. “Except you Marcus. We need to talk.” My tone, as if I were ordering him to stay. He collected his things in his bag. I couldn’t help but admire the tight shirt he was wearing. It showed off his strong arms. I wanted to touch them, to touch his chest. I am the kind of woman that when she wants something, she gets it.
I sit back and let my thoughts flow through me. I can feel the heat between my legs. I crossed them fighting the urge to fuck his brains out.
“What’s up professor?” He asked walking up to me. Holding his bookbag over his shoulder. I scanned him up and down. Shortly after realizing I was biting my lip.
“Please, Marcus, call me Savannah.” Saying his name felt taboo on my lips. He is only nineteen. And in a couple of months, I’ll be thirty-five. But god those arms look so good. What is it with me and younger men with strong arms? I stood up and walked around to the front of my desk. He slowly backed up when I got closer to him. “Do you know why I asked you to stay after class?”
“I’m guessing it has to do with my performance in the class.” He shrugged.
“You’re a smart boy. But your grades in this class do not reflect that. So, tell me, what happens if you fail my class or any class in your curriculum?” I was struggling to be serious. I could not help but bite my lips. He was so clueless, it was cute.
“I’ll lose my sports scholarship.”
“Exactly, now we don’t want that to happen Mr. Quarterback. You eventually want to be the starting quarterback, don’t you?” I looked at his hands. I had a thing for big strong hands. His veins popping out, god that drove me crazy. “Did you just glance at them?” I caught him. The little bastard was staring at my breast. Fuck, instead of being offended I was even more aroused.
“Umm, no professor or I mean Savannah.” His face turning red.
“And here you are after class acting up again. You need to be taught a lesson on how to behave.” I wonder if those big hands of his can cup my breast. “What do you like about me?” His eyes were on me now. “Come on, speak.”
“Your curves. You always wear tight, short skirts. It’s hard not to notice your thick thighs.” He was mesmerized on my legs as he spoke.
“What else? Tell me more.”
“Your breast always seems like they are going to pop out of your shirt.” He stared at my cleavage. “I wish they would.”
“Such a naughty boy, clearly I got my work cut out for me. Take off your shirt.” I demanded. He put down his book bag and lifted his shirt over his head. I could see it under his shorts he was getting hard.
I backed up into my desk pulling up my skirt. “Want to know something? I don’t wear panties to class.” I spread my legs apart. The look on his face is priceless. “Come here, get on your knees.” I could feel how wet I had become. “Now to teach you some manners.” I wrapped my right leg around his head pulling him to me, forcing his mouth on my clit.
He started slowly licking it. Kissing my thighs, he looked up at me making eye contact as he ate me out. I put my hand on his head and shoved his face closer to me. Now he started to go faster. Using his tongue and lips. I can hear him slurping every lick. His strong arms wrapped around my waist.
“Stand up Marcus,” I ordered him. “Now take off your shorts.” He stripped all the way down. His cock fully erect. Long and thick, I want him inside of me. I leaned forward and grabbed it. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming. “You want to fuck me?” I giggled at the look on his face.
He reached for me. Before I knew it he had taken off my shirt and bra. I put hands on the back of his head pulling him to my breast. Cupping them with his large hands, squeezing them. His tongue tracing around my areola, sucking on my nipple. With such ferocity, he gripped my legs and slipped right in. I let out a loud moan of pleasure feeling him in me.
“Yes, yes,” I said as if begging him for more. “Yes.”
His hips thrusting harder. His hand ran up from my chest to my neck. Gripping it he squeezed leaving me breathless. His lips were on mine, flicking our tongues on each other. The louder I moaned the harder he went. I did not care if someone would hear us outside of the classroom. It turned me on more knowing how taboo it is for a professor to fuck her college student.
“Fuck I’m going to cum.” I confessed to him. His rod boiling my blood. I feel a sudden rush of heat all over my body. “Fuck!” I trembled in pure ecstasy.
I pulled him close licking his lips kissing them. It turned me on knowing he tasted me. “Your turn,” I whispered pushing him off me.
I climbed off the desk and got on my knees. Seeing him, rock hard, in front of me turned me on. I wanted to please him. My hands rubbing on his strong body slowly making my way down. Giving him little licks, acting as if I am going to put it in my mouth then I don’t. I can see it in his eyes, its driving him crazy. I teased him till he couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped my hair and shoved it in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around. He moved it in and out of my mouth. Licking the shaft and sucking on the head, his gasp and moans pleased me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in. Getting the hint, he started to fuck my mouth harder.
“Savannah, I’m going to cum.” Gasping for air he warned me. But I held on to him. Sucking every drop out of him. His loud orgasm shook inside of me. I was pleased knowing he enjoyed that.
Swallowing it all up I looked up at him. “So, are you going to behave in my class now?”
-M.A. Towers
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