There’s just something about that tweed jacket that does it for me.
Sure, the main appeal of screwing your professor is the taboo, the power dynamics, the risk of getting caught, that kind of thing.
But there’s something to be said for the outfit.
I blame the Indiana Jones movies for my professor kink. If we get caught, blame early-1980’s Harrison Ford.
We agreed that I would sit in the very back row of class for this little experiment.
Professor K paces in front of the blackboard, outlining the Brontë sisters’ works and how they continue to impact the way we view women in literary and academic circles; all the while, sneaking the occasional sly glance at me.
I feel the corners of my mouth curving into a smile, involuntarily. The weight of the toy in my ass sends a little thrill up my spine every time he glances at me; I can’t wait until after class, when I have him all to myself.
Thirty people in the room with us, and only we know.
He hits the lights and sets up a clip from the film version of “Jane Eyre” for us to analyze and compare to the book; my mind is otherwise occupied.
The way he looks at me just drives me crazy. As I’m gazing fondly at him his eyes meet mine, a slow smile creeping across his face; he winks at me.
Then it happened.
He (fortunately) waited for a loud moment in the video to clue me in on a little secret.
The plug in my ass?
Vibrates.
I gasp; the kind of gasp that reaches all the way to your toes. My cheeks burn and I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.
I look at him in awe. *What, are you crazy?* my eyes say. *Are you TRYING to get us caught?*
He pointedly avoids eye contact, ending the video and bringing the lights back on. The plug continues to gently vibrate inside of me.
“Now, Jane Eyre the book combines elements of romance novels and gothic novels, whereas the film tends to play up the romance angle more. What do you guys think is most lost in translation between the book and the film?”
My fingers grip the edges of my desk tightly as I squeeze my eyes shut. It feels wonderful, and I was in serious danger of moaning. Loudly.
I stare at him with a pleading look in my eyes. *Please, I can’t stay quiet much longer…*
Casually leaning against his desk, his right hand lazily finds it’s way into his front pocket. The toy stops vibrating. The remote must be in there.
Did I mention this was a night class?
For *three excruciating hours* that man teased me to the edge, always stopping just before I lost control and moaned.
I can’t even begin to describe the way it felt. The vibrations seemed to reverberate through my entire body; no matter how much my toes curled, no matter how hard I bit my lip, no matter how tightly I gripped the edge of my desk—nothing could ease the overwhelming sensation of his vibrating toy occupying my ass.
The first few times I was able to see it coming when I noticed his hand finding its way to his pocket; eventually, though, he seemed to figure it out, leaving his hand in his pocket continuously and switching the toy on and off randomly, gradually turning the strength up, up, up, little bit by little bit.
All I can think about now is how it would feel to have his cock inside me at the same time as this toy. How he could use the remote to control the vibrations, turning me into his perfect little vibrating sex toy.
Beads of sweat form on my forehead; it’s vibrating so strongly now, and I’m holding my breath, trying to ignore the throbbing of my clit as my pussy ached for him.
Every time he flips it on, I get closer and closer to coming, and resisting the desire to moan is taking every ounce of concentration I am capable of.
*Is he really going to do it?*
*He can’t. He’s not gonna make me cum in a room full of people like this.*
I can only imagine the look on my face as his eyes finally meet mine. *Sir…*
With five minutes left in class, I can see his brain forming the idea. The toy flips on again, stronger than it’s been all night.
After being brought to the edge and back so many times, it felt like my entire body was electrified. A light breeze could’ve brought me over the edge. The agony of restraining my orgasm for this long is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I dig my nails into my thigh as a last-ditch effort to control myself.
*Three minutes…*
Three minutes seemed like an impossibly long time. Professor K is wrapping up the class discussion, keeping an eye on me the whole time.
My legs tremble uncontrollably, my hands slip off of my thighs and just ball into fists. I beg him with my eyes, desperately pleading. *Please sir… I can’t… I’m not going to make it…*
“Alright guys, I’m gonna let you go a few minutes early.”
Being a night class on a Friday, the room was cleared in record time.
My eyes are squeezed tightly shut at this point, my breath held, my entire body tensed; trying against all odds to not let the feeling overtake me. Not until he tells me I can.
I hear the door shut and the latch click. My eyes spring open just in time to see him striding across the room towards me; one hand wraps around my throat as he growls “now cum for me, slut.”
And as the orgasm crashed over me on waves, I look up at him with adoration, thinking about is how amazing he is. He dominated me in a roomful of people. Without ever laying a hand on me. It dawns on me how profoundly vulnerable it felt to be at his mercy all night, and how this moment, this release, this feeling of being finally safe. Of just… letting him have me.
Letting him own me.
The moan that’s been building all night finally escapes, muted by his hand restricting my breath. My feet lift off the ground as every muscle in my body seems to contract and release as I tremble uncontrollably from head to toe. The moan was like an earthquake, starting somewhere in my body so deep that I didn’t know it existed and filling my ears as it trailed into a scream at the end. My clit throbs with every heartbeat, sending warm, tingly waves through my whole body.
As I come back down to earth, my heart pounds and I feel my pulse rushing as my heavy breathing slows gradually. My eyes closed, I feel the smile that has taken over my face. My eyes flutter open and as his hand loosens it’s grip, I whisper “was I a good little slut for you tonight, professor?”
“No…” he raises his fingers from my neck to my lips, gently tracing them with his fingertips.
“You were *perfect*.”
I feel my face light up.
“Now… let’s see what those lips can do.”
I wrote this for Daddy 🥰 I like to have something for him to read when he gets home from work.
This piece is from a novel I am writing; if you would like more snippets from it, just let me know! And if you’re a fan of submissive erotica, historical romance and Professor kinks, think about giving my profile a “follow”; there’s more to come 😉