My classmates always used to wonder how I did so well in your notoriously difficult courses. I’m a good student, that can’t be taken away from me, but most of them were good students as well. I’m the only one who regularly came away with a 4.0. As much as I studied, my real work was put in underneath your desk. For nearly four years, about half of my undergrad and all of my graduate program we had a weekly office meeting that would inevitably end with my mouth between your thighs. In the beginning you wore sheer nude stockings, pencils skirts, expensive lingerie…you were clearly trying to seduce me. As the years went on you worried less about your appearance. You still occasionally wore nice clothes, you still had meetings after all. But jeans became more common. Sometimes you were still wearing the yoga pants you had on at the gym just thirty minutes before. It was the power trip for you, the dominance.
I’m not sure why I went along with it. At first it was exciting to be used as the teacher’s pet. After being excused from your office I would immediately find the closest place that I could safely masturbate. You never took care of me. I remember that time before a presentation I had to give to the class. You said that you needed to see me before, that you wanted to make sure my notes were correct. After you came, you made a point to rub yourself all over my face. I didn’t have time to wash up. I gave that whole presentation to your class while smelling your orgasm on my lips, the tip of my nose, my hair, everything.
It’s pay back time.
I make an appointment with you. When I walk into your office you tell me that you are surprised to see me, being graduated an all. You roll your chair away from your desk in the familiar way, begin to unbutton your pants, and tell me that, as it turns out, you have time for a quick one. I let you slide off your panties and put them on the filing cabinet before I reach into my bag and pull out a large, glass plug. I set it down on your desk with a clunk. You look confused. I play a video on my phone. I prove to you that I have hours and hours of tape showing our previous relationship.
Reality sets in.
You tell me that you have got to get to class. I tell you that I checked your schedule and you have thirty minutes before you teach the intro class. That is plenty of time to put in a buttplug and give me a blowjob. I pull out a small bottle of lube and set it next to the plug. I urge you towards the toy and then tap on my phone. You glare at me. It doesn’t matter. That’s going in your butt and my dick is going in your mouth.
It takes several minutes but the plug eventually slides to home. You inhale a breath of relief. I begin to undo my belt tell you to get under the desk. You stare daggers at me. I glance at my phone and repeat my command. Defiantly defeated you slide off the chair and rest on your knees. I shove you further back into the recess of the desk as I sit my bare ass down on to what was once your throne.
I’m gleeful. You’re seething. I playfully bop you in the nose with my tip and tell you that you’d better get to work. You’ve only got a little over fifteen minutes until your next class and I am not leaving until I cum. You loathe your situation as you open your mouth and take me in. Your angry eyes bore into me but their bite is tempered by your subservient position.
I’ve planned this next moment for months. I grab the back of your head with my left hand and with my right, I slap you across the face. Your reflex is to raise up and yell at me, but my grip is too strong and you only manage a flinch and garbled words. You trying to shout with a dick in your mouth was the first time this blowjob felt good. I tell you to try harder. Then I grab my phone and snap a picture of your pure, unbridled resentment.
I knew that you wouldn’t be pleasant this go around. After a few more minutes I pull your hair and take myself out. You use your new vocal freedom to call me a “mother fucker.” Just inches from your face I jack myself off and eventually cum onto your forehead. I make a point to get some in your hair. You call me a “son of a bitch.” I relax for a moment then look around for something to clean myself off with, settling on the panties you took off when all this started. I tell you that I am going to be back next week for another meeting. I tell you to already be wearing the plug when I come in. If your mouth is this boring again, I’ll probably want your ass. I stand up to buckle my belt and then toss your panties at you. I tell you to wear something prettier next time. Grey bikini briefs aren’t going to cut it.
As I leave your office I audibly thank you for your time. Students are bustling around the hall. Your class starts in a few minutes.
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