Fucked my professor in college

So this was back when i was in my third year of college. I was 21 at the time. In high school i had a couple boyfriends but was not really much of a slut. However when i started going to college that changed. Due to all the men and how much more open everything was i definitely became super slutty. Possibly the most slutty i have ever been. I tried to get myself in to as many frat parties as I could and date and sleep with as many guys as possible. It was super fun.

So my professor for the sake of the story lets call him Mr Brown. He was quite commanding in class but when not in his lessons I could tell he was relatively laid back and charming. He was probably in his 40s if i was to guess. He had shortish brown hair and light stubble. He was a recently divorced from his wife. I hadn’t really had him much up until this point but when i did have him i had caught him looking at me or staring on multiple occasions but he had never really done anything besides that. Just staring. But I could tell he was thinking about doing much more than that.

At first I wasn’t really attracted to him. I typically dated or slept with men around my age but something about his presence in the classroom but how nice he was outside of it drew me towards him. I often talked to him outside of class, oftentimes id catch him on a smoke break and every time i did he became just that more attractive.

When summer came I started being more forward towards him. I wore more revealing and seductive clothes with the excuse that it was summer but I really just wanted to see his reaction. But surprisingly he seemed less interested in me. Over the summer he grew more cold and i kept wondering why? My work was still good? Did he not like me anymore? Even when i tried talking to him he seemed to not care as much as he used to. His lessons became torture, not because of his teaching but because of me wondering why he didn’t care anymore.

Everytime i spoke to him now i was planning out every little word i said to try and make him laugh or interested but the most i got was a light chuckle and then he would brush me off. I started asking other classmates if they had noticed it and they agreed. From what i learnt it was something to do with his ex wife. Apparently they had been arguing or something like that.

But during this time I noticed something else. He was looking at me more. Not hiding his perverted glances as much. He would often even accidentally brush past me and lay his hands on me more. Something about him being more strict yet touching me more if anything made me more attracted. He looked at me with that sort of glazed over look in his eyes like he was imagining what i looked like under my admittedly revealing clothes.

But over the summer he started being less cold. Well at least to others. He seemed to have returned to his older self but not for me. He would still be cold and not at least pretending to not really be interested in talking to me. He would laugh with other students outside of class but with me? He would always be focused on work.

One night after class i got a notification on my Instagram. He has started to follow me. Oh my god I thought. He can see exactly how much of a slut i am now. I imagined he was having fun looking through my pics. Even the idea of him doing that got me off. I tried messaging him over Facebook but he didn’t even respond at all. He had seen it but it was like he knew how exactly to tease me. I did some investigating myself and other than having a profile on a few social media platforms he didn’t have much on them besides that.

We had to do an essay and I thought to myself the only way to get his attention at this point is by doing some amazing work. So i went above and beyond. Put so much effort in to my essay and worked for hours and stayed up nights just for the slim chance that he might be friendly towards me again. I gave it to other classmates for them to read and they agreed that it was great. So i submitted it and waited.

The next week we got our results back. Everyone seemed to be getting good grades but then i got mine. I got an F. The first one i had ever gotten at college. I so annoyed I felt like throwing my laptop. He added the comment “see me tomorrow for a chat”.

So the next day I attended his class and at the end he said to meet me in his office after i had done the rest of my lessons. So i did as he said. The lessons were over and i went to his office. A few students from his other classes were there as well. He brought them in one by one and had a talk with them for around 20 minutes or so. So i was sat waiting bored on of my mind. It was such a hot day and i was sweating. Even for summer it was hotter than usual. I had wore some very breathable clothes because of this.

Eventually he called me in when i was the only one left in an almost angry voice “come in”. I entered and sat. The room had no lights on but due to the sun it was still relatively bright. He was at his desk and he had a printed out version of my essay. He was wearing his shirt with rolled up sleeves and some tighter pants. His forearms were exposed. Something i had never really seen him do. Typically he always kept his jacket on. His forearms were hairy and he wore a watch on one. I sat and listened to what he had to say. He was nitpicking. Pointing out very subjective and opinionated things. Finding errors where there was none. If it was any other teacher telling me this I would have spoken up. He was now standing besides me and handed my paper back. He told me to improve it and leave. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I told him that he had given way higher marks to other students who put in much less effort than me, i said that i knew he had something against me and that i knew he was doing it on purpose.

He seemed taken back at first. But I noticed a smirk on his face. He sighed and walked over to his chair and say down. He said that i was correct. He told me that everything i said was true. He told me that the paper i had wrote was possibly one of the best in the class and was nowhere close to an F. He then apologised for being so harsh and cold over the past few weeks. Now i was shocked.

He checked his watch and commented that it was late. That not many people were still on campus. He told me that the real reason he had brought me here was so that he could discuss our relationship. I was confused at first but then he said “for my years of teaching i have stuck by the rule to have no relationships with my students” he stood up and stared out the window with his back facing me. I said that if he was asking what I think he was that I would be happy to ignore that rule.

He turned and stared at me. He placed his glasses on the desk. His head now hung low he said “Lock the door”. I got up and walked over to the door and did as he said. I then turned around and saw him. A bulge in his pants was visible. He has began to loosen his tie. I walked over to him and pulled it off. He wrapped his hands around me and began to feel my thighs and ass. I began to make out with him. Each time we kissed it was like he wanted more. He knew how to move his tongue in such a way that it made me hang on every time he stopped. He grabbed my ass through shorts. He told me to turn around. As soon as i did he pulled my shorts off. I was wearing a thong and he moaned “fuck” as soon as he saw. I asked if he liked that and he began to pull on it and kiss my neck and i felt his dick against me through his pants. His hands on my hips he told me he had wanted this for so long. I kissed him and said i had also. I faced him and pulled my shirt off over my head – making sure to give him a tit drop.

He unbuckled his belt and i began to unbutton his shirt. He took it off and i felt his chest. He was hairy all over and something about it was hot. He threw he shoes off and dropped his pants to his ankles. I began to kiss his chest. Going down his body towards his cock. I saw it throbbing through his underwear. I was on my knees and I rested my head against his dick. The aroma of his cock through his pants turned me on, i slowly pulled down his underwear. His cock sprung out of his pants. His balls were big and they hung in such a manner that they were perfect to suck. He was uncut and very veiny. It smacked against my face. I immediately began to suck on it, tugging on his balls as i did. I slobbered up and down it. He stroked my head. Moaning each time i went down on him. He grabbed my tits and felt my hair. I stroked his dick against my face, smacking it off my cheeks.

His hands wrapped around the back of my head and he began to facefuck me. He went in and out slowly at first teasing his tip on my tongue. My saliva connected to the end of his dick. His cock stood up bulging almost proudly. He then noticed I could take the whole thing without gagging and began to get faster. His balls smacked against my chin and his pubes against my nose. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me up and down his cock. He stuffed my throat and then put his fingers on my nostrils. He told me to take it. He knew I could. He pulled away and i gasped but went straight back to fucking my face. My eyes were watering but i loved it. He was intoxicating. My tits bounced as he used my face. My own drool ran down my chest. He rubbed it into my tits. Making sure to grab a handful as he did. He slapped and rubbed his cock against my face and i drooled all over. I couldn’t help myself. Throughout this he remained passionate and sensual. He was always focused on my pleasure alongside his.

He told me to get up and he bent me over his desk. He rubbed his dick in between my asscheeks, his breath was against my neck. Each time he went up my ass he panted in anticipation. I was moaning each time he teased me. Finally he put it in. He grabbed my ass and pulled it onto his dick. I felt the girth of it inside me. He pushed in and out slowly caressing my body and kissing me with each push. Stroking my hair and making sure that i felt each inch as he pushed it into me. He began to speed up. With each pound it made his desk push forward. I felt myself moaning uncontrollably and he put his hand over my mouth. Pounding his cock into me as he felt my body. My pussy leaked and i felt the wetness of it against me as he fucked me against the desk. He took his hands away from my mouth and pushed my head into his desk and slammed himself into me. He began slapping my ass and I moaned even more. I orgasmed and he pulled out of me but didn’t cum yet. His cock bounced up and down and he smiled.

He then looked at the floor and picked up his belt. When i realised what he was planning I could have almost came again right there. He asked me if i was okay with it and i said i was more than okay. He grabbed my arms and pinned me against the wall. He put is belt in one hand and whipped them off my tits. The rush of the pain hurt but i loved it. He whipped me with his belt again and again with each one i moaned. He then let go of my hands and began fingering and making out with me. He whispered in my ear how much of a good slut i was. I had been fantasising about him doing this for months but it was even better than I could have hoped. He sat down in his chair and told me to lay over him. I did and he began to feel my ass before i felt the crack of his belt. I was in tears but he didn’t stop and i loved it. He called me a naughty girl told me how bad i was and all I could do was nod my head and agree because everything he said was true.

He put the belt to the side and began to feel my ass and tits. They were super sensitive from all the whipping alongside the rest of my body which he had whipped, but he caressed them in such a manner as if he knew exactly what i wanted. Groping them in a way which made it even more pleasurable. My ass and tits had were red with lines running across my whole body. He told me how much of a whore i was and how he bet i had fucked everyone on campus. He then got the belt and put it around my neck – i nodded and he tightened it.

He put his dick back on my lips and made sure i could take it whilst having the belt around me. I took it and he loved it. We were both on the floor now. He positioned me in doggystyle, and he began to fuck me again. Now with the belt around my neck. I felt super lightheaded but it made the pounding he gave me even more fun. He wasn’t holding back anymore. He grabbed my ass and tits. Slapping them and pulling my hair. I loved it and moaned. He put his hand in my mouth and made me suck on it. He had started to grunt and moan and i could tell he was coming close. His dirty talk increased alongside his speed. He then began to pronebone me and the clap of my ass against him filled the whole room and probably the corridors. I felt his dick bulge and he pulled out of me. Cumming all over my back. He loosened the belt and began to kiss me. He then inserted his cum covered dick back inside me. He stood up and pulled me up with him. He had some tissues and cleaned me up – of course making sure to feel me in the process.

He began putting his clothes on again and told me that i was better than he had imagined. He straightened himself up and handed me my clothes. The sun was setting and the hotness of the day had only increased. He opened his window and began to smoke. I stood next to him and he said he hadn’t been able to have sex like that for nearly 20 years. I said that it was my pleasure and began to leave but before I did he handed me my test with the actual marks he gave me.

I left that office exhausted but exhilarated. I couldn’t believe what had actually happened or even how amazing Mr Brown would be able to pleasure me. No one had been able to make me orgasm like that or that many times in a while.

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