“Ok class let’s get started,” I said walked into my classroom. All college freshmen, an English prerequisite. Setting my stuff down I wrote on the board. “We will continue reading. Read chapters four through six. Coming Friday morning I want a three-hundred-word summary of each chapter in proper essay form. Tell me what you read and what you learned from the characters. 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. A college professor that didn’t put up with bullshit. “Get on it,” I instructed. The class moaned and groaned opening their textbooks. That’s how most freshmen are in this university, they complain. Only the strong and determined ones stick around.
Then from the corner of the eye I could see him, playing on his phone. The girls surrounded him, giggling at his shenanigans. A frustrating feeling of him interrupting my class and distracting those girls. Not quite understanding why it is making me feel jealous, just too prideful to admit it. To admit that this little nineteen-year-old quarterback is disruptive. As if he was in control. Sorry to break it to him but I’m the alpha here.
“Professor?” A student called out, raising his hand.
“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?” The student asked.
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. “Naughty boy,” I whispered looking away from the class. I turned back looking towards his direction. Admiring his strong chest, chiseled jaw line. These naughty thoughts were overpowering me. I could not grasp why I was so anxious for him to look towards me. To want me. “Naughty boy.”
“Listen up, I expect the work to be done.” I called out. The class paused their reading, looking up at me, puzzled. “Class dismissed.” Their faces lit up in excitement, collecting their things. “Except you Marcus. We need to talk.” My tone changed, 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. My face was getting hot and my legs began to ache. I want to be touched. I crossed my legs 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. Subconsciously I was biting my lip and hadn’t realized it.
“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 fuck, those arms look so good. What is it with me and younger men with strong arms? I don’t think it’s that. I am liking the view, but I think it has to do more with the misbehaving. 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. My mouth was watering, my imagination drifting wild wondering how he tastes. He is so clueless, it’s cute.
“I’ll lose scholarship and won’t be able to play football.”
“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. Especially ones big enough to squeeze my breast. His veins popping out, what a turn on. “Did you just glance at them?” I caught him. The little bastard was staring at my cleavage. 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 lowered my voice so he wouldn’t hear me say, “Naughty boy.” I want those big hands touching me. “You like them?” I caught him looking again. His eyes were wide with fear. “It isn’t the first time I catch you looking at me.” Reaching up and loosing a button on my blouse. “Come on, speak up.”
“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.”
“And well, your tits always look like they’re going to burst out.” He was looking up and down. “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.” Siting on the desk I spread my legs apart. The look on his face is priceless. “Come here, naughty boy, time to teach you some manners.” I could feel how wet I had become. “Don’t be shy, you want it don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said leaning forward in between my legs. I wrapped my right leg around his head pulling him to me, feeling his lips connect to my clit.
Looking up at me, he started by slowly kissing my inner thighs. Making his way deeper, my lust for him grew. Most nineteen year old’s aren’t good at giving head, but Marcus was feeling incredible. “You really know how to move that tongue.” I moaned. This wrong on so many levels. I didn’t know what came over me, spreading my legs on the desk. I have never had sex with anyone younger than me, much less nineteen and a student of mine. I fucked a man once in the parking lot, but never in the class room. I put my hand on his head and shoved his face closer to me, pushing his had down harder the faster he went. Using his tongue fingers and lips. I can hear him slurping every lick. His strong hand squeezing my breast.
“Stand up Marcus,” I ordered him. “And take off your shorts.” He stripped all the way down. His cock fully erect. Long and thick, a vein popping out from the side of it. 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. “Fuck me naughty boy.”
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 gasped. 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 making me salivate. I wanted to please him. My hands rubbing on his strong quads, 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. Gripping his ass, I pulled him in. Feeling his cock hit the back of my throat, gagging on it. He gripped my head tighter, fucking my mouth harder.
“Savannah, I’m going to cum.” Gasping for air, warning me. Ignoring him I kept going. Feeling him begin to tremble trying to hold it back. It was too good; he had no choice but to come in my mouth. 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. “Now you know what happens when you’re a naughty boy in my class.”
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