“You asked to see me, Professor Franklin?” I ask, walking into your office. I know exactly what you’ve called me here for, and I know how this is going to play out. I take the opportunity to admire your petite frame, briefly.
“Yes, Greg. Please sit down.” you say, peering over your glasses and gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. “I’m afraid I must inform you that you’ve failed my class. Your scores on the exams have been good, but you’ve neglected to turn in almost all your papers for the year. I also need to let you know that, as my class is mandatory for your major, this is going to cause your scholarships to be revoked.”
“I understand, professor. Before you submit my final grade, I think you should take a look at this.” I say, handing you a USB stick.
You look perplexed, but plug the drive into the laptop on your desk. Your eyes go wide as the folder on the drive opens. The drive contains dozens of videos, all of them of you masturbating.
“Wh-what is this?” you ask, shocked.
I grin. “Oh, do you remember the time you lost a Powerpoint slideshow at the beginning of the term and asked for my help? I did manage to recover it, but I also installed some software that granted me access to your webcam. You really should put a cover over it, you know. You never know who’s looking.”
Your face flushes, as I continue. “I was only hoping to get a glance of you with your clothes off, but I ended up getting so much more! It seems you can’t resist touching yourself, can you? You do it more often than I do!”
You begin to stammer. “I-I don’t know what you think is happening here, but-”
“Oh, I know exactly what’s happening here. You spend a good chunk of your free time watching porn videos on your work laptop. For a computer science professor, you sure aren’t very security conscious!” I say, tauntingly.
You quickly pull the drive out of your laptop, and clutch it in your hand, as if thinking of destroying it.
I smile and shake my head. “You can go ahead and keep that drive. I’ve got backups stored securely, along with your browsing history. I recommend checking out the video from May 28th. You were sneaking in a quick session between classes, and you really went for it!”
You look resigned. “What do you want?”
“Well, for starters, we should talk about changing my grade. Someone with my skills doesn’t deserve to fail, now does he?” I say.
You say nothing, eyes cast down at the drive in your hand.
I stand, and make my way to the window, drawing the blinds. I then move around the desk to stand in front of you, and unbuckle my belt.
“I think this may wind up being a mutually beneficial arrangement. After all, you’re clearly not getting what you need at home.” I say, pulling my cock out of my pants, and starting to stroke it.
You look up, and appear stricken at the situation you find yourself in. But behind that, the sight of a cock causes a look of hunger in your eyes.
“I know you want this, slut. You need this. Open your mouth.” I command.
You hesitate for a moment, but then you comply, parting your lips to accept my cock. You reluctantly begin to give me a blowjob, slowly taking me deeper, but only work about half of me into your mouth. I decide to take the lead, and tangle my hand in your blonde hair, forcing you to take more of me. You gag, but I don’t release the pressure on the back of your head. I forcefully fuck your mouth for a few more strokes, then pull out, allowing you to gasp and cough. You look up at me reproachfully, but it carries little weight, given the fact that you’re drooling onto your blouse. I pull you up by your hair and force you to bend over your desk. I lift your skirt, and find a pair of lacy white panties underneath, completely soaked. I pull them down to your knees, and slide the head of my cock along your pussy, before pushing it into you, causing you to moan.
“Oh, do you like that, professor?” I ask, pushing deeper into your drenched cunt.
“N-no.” You lie, gasping as I stretch you.
Once I reach my full depth, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you up. The adjustment of the position of our bodies causes my cock to start pushing against your g-spot, and you lose all pretense of resistance. You begin moaning in earnest now. I slide my hand into your blouse, and start rolling your left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. You, having lost any inhibitions, slide your hand between your legs, and begin furiously rubbing your clit.
“I should have expected such behavior. After all, I’ve seen it so many times!” I taunt. You don’t seem to hear me, as you’re lost in the pleasure of having your pussy filled with a thick cock.
I feel you start to contract around me. “Are you going to come on the cock of one of your students, professor?” I ask.
“URGH….YES!” you shriek, as your orgasm overtakes you. The sensations are too much for me, especially given how much I’d been anticipating this meeting. I release my grip on your hair, causing you to collapse forward onto the desk. I grab your hips, thrust one last time, and unload into your pussy, grunting with pleasure.
I pull out of you, taking a moment to admire the sight of my semen leaking out of your pussy, then zip up my pants, and take a seat in my original location, across the desk from you. You, still panting from your own orgasm, raise your head from the desk and regard me with a blank look. You rise from the desk, pull up your panties, and flop into your chair.
“So, you’ll be correcting my grade today, I expect.” I say.
“…….yes.” you reply, after a moment’s hesitation.
“Excellent, thank you. I think we should have regular meetings for the rest of the term. I think twice a week will be about right.” I say.
“Wh-why?” you ask.
“Well, I’ve seen the kind of porn you watch. Lot of anal stuff! I’d hate to think that you weren’t getting what you really want.” I reply.
You look incredulous, but say nothing.
“Thanks, Professor Franklin! See you on Thursday!” I say, as I stand and leave.
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