Professor finds student on Reddit. Part 2 [MF]

I’ve never used anyone in my office before, and this feels like I’ve just opened the door to allowing all of my fantasies to be fulfilled at work. The next time I see her, I’m not going to hold back. And even now, I don’t know if she’ll be enough to satiate me. My mind cannot stop racing, dreaming of all I want to do. Of pinning her down, marking her, and tying her to my desk, my little fucktoy just waiting for me in my office. Thankfully, the next day I have a research seminar in the morning, and don’t have to think about teaching students. I can have a brief respite from all I want to do with her; all I’m going to do to her.

I arrive early, drop my bag off in my office, and head to the cafe just next to my building. Grabbing my regular coffee, I sit down and open up my laptop, planning my day ahead. As I get to work, I can’t help but notice all of the students walking by on the way to class in my periphery, I can’t help but think about how I would use them. The quiet conservative girl, hiding her body in layers of clothes; she’s definitely a freak. The artsy type, with short messy hair and cute earrings; I’m sure she’d love anal. The gym bunny, ‘accidentally’ still in a tight crop top and yoga pants; I could cum in her until my balls are drained. I have to check myself. I’m feeling so worked up, and even for me, these students aren’t usually so appetising. The girl last night has really opened something inside me, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last at work without needing to get a release.

I take a couple minutes to try and centre myself. It’s not really successful; I seem to have a one-track mind this morning. As I walk toward the research seminar, I keep my eye level just above everyone else’s. Trying to stop thinking about bending everyone over, stripping them off, and having my way with them until they’re filled with my hot cum. It’s hard. I try to avoid eye contact, not wanting people to see into what’s going on in my head.

Walking into the building, I take the lift up to the third floor, to arrive slightly early at the seminar room. There’s a couple of professors, both not carrying the passing of time too well. At least I can act professional around them. I smile politely, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. I walk towards the closed conference room door, eager to take my seat, but am interrupted by another professor.

He’s the head of department, and stands a few inches shorter than me, but still holding onto a head of greyish white hair, or whatever’s left of it. He’s a prickly character, and annoyingly a brilliant researcher. He seems filled with more warmth than usual, as he out stretches his hand. It’s a tight grip, but I meet his strength, as we both greet each other. “It’s great to see you’re early for the conference” he says again more pleasantly than usual, as he continues. “I’m sure you know I’m presenting today.” I nod in agreeance, my mind still a jumble from just minutes ago. “Yes, I’m excited for this morning” I reply as evenly as I can. He smiles, and pauses, almost deciding if he’s going to say something. A couple seconds pass, and he says “On a personal note, and I usually wouldn’t do this, I’ve had some recent feedback that you’re a great lecturer!” I look at him quizzically, unsure what he really means. How are my classes personal for him? He picks up on my confusion. “Oh, I thought you knew” he says, pausing again and letting it hang in the air. “My daughter’s taking your class this semester, and I’ve gone to great effort trying not to influence her education here, but she was exceptionally positive about you. I just felt you should know.” I’m a bit taken aback, as he doesn’t hand out praise very easily, but will gladly take it this time. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. I’m glad to hear she’s enjoying the class” I say earnestly. He smiles again, “She also wanted to sit in this morning, and see my presentation.” So much for not influencing her education I thought to myself. “And since you sit on the end, at the back, I thought you could make room for her there. Maybe answer any questions she has about the course.” I try to hide the look of disdain from showing through, as I just want this conversation finished. “Sure, no problem.” “That’s terrific” he says, smiling smugly this time. “Here she is now” he says, as he looks behind me, and gestures her over.

I barely turn, as his daughter walks slowly towards us, just entering my peripheral vision. She’s a conservatively dressed young woman, in a tight checkered grey jacket and skirt, with a white top sitting underneath, and a zipped leather bag she definitely didn’t pay for. Just as she takes another step forward, her curves can’t even be hidden under the layers of clothes. I realise who it is. It’s the same girl from yesterday. I can’t believe what’s happening.

My pulse quickens, as I’m uncertain how she’ll act. She walks up to him, and gives him a hug. I’m doing my best to avoid looking at her tits pushing up against him. I hold my breath for a second, hoping I can calm myself, and internally preying that my cock doesn’t betray me. All the thoughts from last night are flooding back through my mind, along with the satisfaction of knowing she’s my boss’s daughter. It actually makes me want her more, I just have to somehow control myself right now.

She moves around to look at me, smirking as our eyes meet. She pauses for a second, but I have to let her speak first as I don’t know exactly what she’s told him. “Good to finally meet you” she says, her outstretched hand moving toward me. My brain just jumps back to that same hand touching my cock, stroking it up and down, as she pleasured me. Trying my hardest not to keep thinking about her in that way, I make direct eye contact, as I take her hand in mine, not squeezing too hard for the handshake.

Her skin is so soft against me. Neither of us look away, as I’m struggling to control the urge to throw her around, and start using her. Hopefully that’s not coming across too much. As our hands move apart, she looks up at me and says “I’m sure my dad’s told you just how much I’m enjoying your class.” I gulp, swallowing slowly, trying to frame a response that’s acceptable. “Well, I uh, am glad to hear it.” I’m really thinking it’d be wise to wrap this up quickly, as I try to keep going, but am interrupted by the Head of Department. “I think it’d be a good idea if she can get your contact information” he says, “just in case she has any other questions after today.” Is he serious? This is blatant nepotism on his behalf. “Of course, all of my students are given an email that is open to be contacted with any questions” I reply, hoping he’ll ease off. I really don’t want her having access to me personally, 24/7. “Email is one thing, but perhaps a phone number, just to make sure all of her queries are answered promptly” he says self-assuredly. I look back at him, pausing for a second, and weighing up my responses. It’s probably not worth trying to get out of this, although I’m not sure he realises what this might mean. “If you think it’s best, then I’d be happy to help” I say. He looks at me with that smug smile again, “Great. Text her your number, so she has it” he says, as we both look at her, and she reads it out.

Not wanting to continue this for a second longer, I speak straight away. “I’m heading to my seat to review a new paper I heard about this morning. I heard you’re sitting in on the seminar, so you’re welcome to join me now, or when it commences” I say to her. She looks at me, obviously enjoying all that’s happened so far, “I think I’ll come now, and join you at the desk. I’ve got some reading to do too” she says, as she walks ahead of me.

She walks a couple of steps ahead of me, and enters the conference room. It’s dimly lit, but still hard to not watch her hips move. She looks back at me cheekily, as she arches forward slightly, pushing her ass up against the skirt. “Where are we going?” No one else is seated yet, so I let control slip for a second, and look her up, and down. Her eyes twinkle, as our gazes meet again, I’m sure she felt me taking her in. All I want to do is rip her skirt straight down the middle, and fuck her as she’s bent over the nearest table, but I can’t so I clench my fist, trying to remain in control. “Up at the back” I say, my voice deeper than before. She looks ahead again, and flicks her hair back, “Okay’ she says in a sweet tone. She walks more slowly now, until she reaches the seats. Placing her bag down on the corner seat, she slowly bends forward in front of me, her skirt riding up her legs. Her skin is glistening underneath, her thighs just parted, as the skirt rides up higher. “Oh, sorry, I have to tie my shoelaces.”

They look pretty tied up to me, but I can’t manage words at this point. She bends forward some more, her bare ass starting to be exposed under the fabric. Her gorgeous little lips are just teasing me, as she bends over completely, offering herself up to me. All of my self-control goes out of the window, as my cock jumps to full mast, pushing up against my pants. I’m at full mast in moments, as I grunt and exhale to release some tension. She finishes tying up her first shoe, and then stands up, and turns back to me. “Both shoes?” I say teasingly. Without missing a beat, she replies “it looks like there’s something else I can attend to.” Both of us look down at the outline of my hard cock, as she moves towards me, her hand getting closer. I grab it firmly in my hand, as she looks up at me. “Not here, people will be coming shortly.” She bursts out laughing. “Did you do that on purpose?” I pull her closer, as her body presses against mine. She smells exquisite, and I enjoy having her curves against me. I whisper in her ear “The pun, or my erection?” Her eyes dart up toward me, seeing how much I’m enjoying playing with her. “The pun. You don’t seem like the type with self-control.” I look back at her, “Can you blame me after that whole shoelaces thing?” Before she can respond, I put my arms on her shoulders, turning her around before anyone else can enter. We sit down, waiting for people to take their seat. I have to concentrate, putting my full energy into being friendly, and ignoring my raging erection that’s hidden under the table. The room fills up, but no one else is sitting in the back, as a couple of the staff are absent.

As the conference begins, we quickly get into the nitty gritty theoretical underpinnings of the latest research. I’ve heard all about this, and normally would be interested in this, but blood’s still not properly flowing to my brain, so I can barely concentrate. Without the chance of being caught by someone next to us, she lets her hand rest on my leg, under the desk. Her hand starts softly, tracing little circles around my thigh, as it edges upwards. My mind starts racing again, to the thoughts of earlier this morning. My cock is oozing precum, and my whole body wants her. I need to make her mine, I don’t care what’s happening around us. As she starts moving her hand slowly up my leg, I decide to join her, placing my hand under the table and on top of her skirt. We’re mostly obscured from the front, but if any of the professors looked at us, we’d definitely get caught.

I feel her leg move under my hand in surprise. She obviously wasn’t expecting me to forgo all that I’ve built, and just succumb to my desire for her. Our hands move in sync, as I run my hand against her leg, pulling her skirt up with each movement. Her hand moves up, to the head of my aching cock, as she pauses just before, and moves her hand back. I keep running my hand up her skirt, until her legs are completely exposed. Looking to my right, I catch her eyes for a second, as she looks back, daring me to go further.

Placing my hand on her skin, I feel electricity just run through me. Her hips grind forward in the chair, begging me to keep moving up her legs, and take what’s rightfully mine. As my hand gets higher up her leg, she moves her hand on top of mine. I’m right on her inner thigh, almost touching her little flower. Her hand clasps tighter around mine, and moves it off her leg. Again, looking over, this time she’s shaking her head. She picks up her phone, with her other hand, as mine quickly buzzes with a new message.

HER: *You’re not going to do that here, are you?*

ME: *Of course.*

HER: Oh well, I’ve got to go to the bathroom.

She pulls down her skirt, and adjusts herself, before standing up and walking slowly out of the room. All eyes are on her as she’s leaving, but I’m almost certain no one knows what just happened. The Head of Department looks around the room, and we make eye contact for a split second. I instantly focus on the presentation, realising the full implications of what could happen if we were caught. He turns to the audience, and changes the slide.

That bastard. Sitting there, right on the screen is an idea I’ve been working on. I’m fuming. He starts slowly, “This is a brand new idea, that one of our best researchers has been working on. And I’ve started to look into more applications…” I can barely focus, and feel all the blood rush to my head as my mind works overtime. A few researchers turn, and look back at me. He hasn’t asked me about this, and is using the presentation to make it seem like we’re working together. Words can’t describe how angry I am. *My* work may actually materially change the field forever. If I don’t do something now, I may lose all say as to how my work’s used.

Standing up, I wordlessly walk up to the front of the room to join the presentation. He’s not the only one who can improvise. As he notices me walking, he changes tact, to introduce me onto the microphone. “I appreciate what you’re saying” I start, “and there are many implications, including the one you’ve outlined. However, I’d like to take a brief period to just go through, and explain my work, so that nothing’s left unclear.” The audience hushes for a second, and then looks at me, as the first few tentative hands raise to ask questions. I stay at the front for the rest of the presentation, and it quickly becomes abundantly clear that I’m the only one who really understands what’s going on.

As the presentations wraps up, I take out my phone. It’s her. She’s sent me so many messages, including a photo, with her jacket off. She’s not in the bathroom, she’s in my office. The audacity of this girl. She’s posing cutely, with her hands tight against her sides, her tits pressed together under the tight shirt. I’m shocked that she’d do that. Anyone could have seen her walk into my office.

ME: *That’s not the bathroom.*

HER: *I got lost.*

ME: *You need to leave now.*

HER: *I’m pretty comfortable here.*

ME: You’re going to get in trouble.

HER: *Somehow I don’t think I’ll be the one in trouble…*

I feel a pang in my stomach, as I realise this little girl may really destroy my entire career. I guess it’s par for her family. I’m no longer thinking about what I’d do to her, but what I will have to do to get her out of my office. Rage is bubbling up from the surface, as I feel that she’s deliberately trying to jeopardise my career. I collect myself, not allowing it to show, and stand up, exiting the room and walking briskly toward my office.

As I swing the door wide open, she’s just sitting there in my chair. Her skirt and shoes are just flung on the floor, as her legs are spread under my desk, her hand just above where mine was just minutes ago, hidden under her white top. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing” I say, as I walk toward her, the door closing behind me. I’m fuming. She smiles back, but before she can answer I continue. “You’re being a fucking stupid little girl. You don’t know what you’re risking here, with your dumb little game.” She looks up at me, mouth agape, as she realises I’m properly furious. “You were happy playing along just before” she says defiantly. I take a step closer, as her hands come out from under her shirt. “Get up” I command. Her brow furrows, as she looks annoyed. “No” she replies looking away. I put my hand on her jaw, making her look at me. “I said, get up.” She presses hard against my hand but can’t move her head. “Make me” she says, disgruntled that I am stronger than her. I grab each of her arms, and pin them behind her, pushing her back against my chair. She resists a little, but she’s no match. I push harder, rolling the chair back, until I’m standing in between her, and my desk.

My hands run down her body, feeling her curves, until I grab her ass and lift her up. She wraps her legs around me, as I guide the chair away from us with my foot. “Well, you’ve lifted me up” she says, as she puts her arms around me. I stop supporting her weight, as she just hangs onto me. “This is what you wanted, right?” she says, teasing me. I walk toward the wall, letting her back rest against it. “What I want is for you to behave yourself.” She laughs, and replies “I can feel what you want, and I’m not sure it’s that.” As she says that, I realise my cock is rock hard, and pushing up against her ass. She lets go of her arms, just supporting her own weight with her legs.

“You can put me down, if you like” she teases. I look at her holding her gaze, as one of my hands runs up her back, and the other in her hair, as I pull her close to me, as our faces are just inches apart. “You don’t know what I want” I say without looking away. “It’s not like you’re hiding it” she says, teasing again. I pull her hair, holding her head just a little further away from mine. “No, really. You couldn’t handle what I want.” Her eyes widen, as she replies again. “I’m not some inexperienced little girl” she replies, “I could handle you.” I chuckle to myself. “It’s ok, you don’t have to pretend” I say unamused, as I let her go and we both stand up properly. “You’ve got to get out of here, or people are going to start to suspect something” I say bluntly. She looks at me, aghast that I’d just throw her out like this. “Fine. You can go then” she says. I look at her sternly, not backing down. “Get changed. Right now” I say, emphasising the word now. She pauses for a second, and looks at me. “Make me” she whines. I inch towards her, as she walks away from me, toward her clothes near my desk. She knows my eyes are on her, as she bends down, spreading herself in front of me. A few second pass by as she looks back at me, I’m still staring at her agape in front of me. Without saying anything, I step closer. Her body tenses a little in anticipation. I grab her ass, and spank her, hard. She yelps out, as her ass bounces a couple more times from the force.

“Get the fuck up” I say, as I spank her in the same spot, even harder. She moans out, as her legs tense even more, trying to maintain her balance. She doesn’t move, doing her best to stay in place. “Last chance” I say, as I spank her again, watching the redness etch itself into her ass. She still doesn’t budge, as I go to spank her again. Before my hand hits her ass, there’s an obnoxiously loud knock on my door. My eyes widen, as I realise someone’s probably coming into my office. I grab her and force her under my desk, there’s no time to get changed, as I flick her clothes and shoes towards her with my feet. Taking a deep breath, I sit down my legs touching her, as she is squished under my desk.

The door opens and there’s the Head of Department, and another senior professor. They both walk in, as I put my elbows on the table, trying to relax as much as possible. “Your presentation was amazing” the senior professor starts, “I’m very interested in working closely with you around this.” I smile and nod, about to thank him, as I feel a soft hand on my zipper, slowly inching it down. “Thank you. I feel there’s a lot of promise to the work” I say, as my cocks taken in her hand, as she starts ever so softly running her fingers up and down my shaft. “And right now, I’m publishing the manuscripts, the first one is coming out next month, and the other is waiting to be approved by a lead editor” I say as evenly as possible, as I feel her soft hair fall on my lap, as her lips start caressing the tip of my cock. “That’s all well and good, and we heard about that from the editors, we’re just looking to go beyond that, onto the future of the research. As Head of Department, I strongly feel it is in everyone’s best interest to keep innovating together, to get the most out of the research” he says, as he meets my eye. I try to not show how turned on I am, as my throbbing cock is getting a full work on under the table. Her lips are so soft, and I’ve got far too much tension built up to be able to stop myself, as I feel her tongue dance around my cock, licking up all my precum. “Of course” I say, “and I would be open to collaborating with you both. I’ll set up a meeting, I’ve just got something that is urgent that I need to sort out” I say honestly. They both look at me, and nod. As soon as they’ve turned around, I let my eyes roll back, just able to suppress a moan. They look back as they exit, as I feign a smile, hoping they’ll just leave.

Once the door closes, I put my hands under the table, pulling her head up, so I can move back. I stand up, so I’m looking right down on her. She looks up. “You recognise the voice?” I say, seeing how she’ll react. “Wow, you really do want me to stop” she says, clearly surprised. Pausing for a second, I just ponder my options. “Take me to your house” I say, “it should be free right now, right?” I say with a cheeky grin. Her face completely changes, as she realises what’s about to happen. “And don’t forget the bag” I say, pointing over to the one I brought in this morning. She stands up, and starts walking over. “You’ve been very bad today, and I have a lot to teach you” I say, as I grab her ass and think about what we’re about to do.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o8qybs/professor_finds_student_on_reddit_part_2_mf