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It was around 11:30pm and my heart was pounding in anticipation of what was about to happen tonight. I was still reeling from yesterday’s steamy “meeting” in Professor Wells’ office. As I wondered exactly what this extra credit assignment would be, I could feel myself start to get wet between my legs. He was so fucking sexy yesterday when he took charge of me in his office, I wondered how it could even get better that that. I started running my hand along my neck and chest as I remembered him spanking my ass with his strong hand and the way he looked at me as he was cumming. I brought my hands slowly down to touch myself over my skirt and after a few minutes of this, I was totally soaked just in time to leave for the track field. I threw on an oversized denim jacket, grabbed my phone, and headed for the door. I gave myself one last look in the mirror and hurried off.
I couldn’t get there soon enough. I hopped on my bike and the feeling of the hard seat between my legs was having me feeling like I could cum right now if I wanted to, but I wanted to save it all for him. I rode through the dark campus and welcomed the cold air on my flushed skin. I could see the lights around the field in the distance and I was officially starting to get nervous. Maybe this was going to be an actual extra credit assignment? Is he even going to really show up? I was less than 25 feet away at this point so there was no turning back. I pulled up and parked my bike on a rack by the field entrance and looked around, trying to spot Professor Wells.
I walked through the gated entrance and onto the field. There was no one around so I sat down in the turf and pulled out my phone as I waited. As I was scrolling through Instagram, not even really looking at any of the posts because I was too nervous, a text popped up. “Look to your left”, it said. Under the dark bleachers, I could see him, rubbing, his presumably hard dick, over his pants as he watched me. Another text popped up. “Take off your jacket”, it said. I looked up at him and smirked as I slowly let my jacket drop to the floor. “Now your sweater”, he texted. Shocked, I looked around and was reminded that I was standing in the middle of the field with bright lights all over me. I laughed and shook my head at him. Surely, he didn’t mean for me to actually take my top off and be that exposed in a public place, no matter how late it was. “You want that extra credit, don’t you? Be a good girl. Take it off”, he texted. I looked around, making sure no one was walking by, and pulled my sweater off over my head, revealing my nipples peeking through my unlined, sheer bra. “Now the bra”, he texted. I smirked back at him and started responding in our thread. “Make me”, I texted. He made a motion for me to come over to where he was under the bleachers. I grabbed my jacket and sweater and started walking toward him slowly as he continued to touch himself over his jeans.
When I finally got within a foot or so of him, he grabbed me and pulled me into him roughly, grabbing my body in that “I’ve gotta have you right now” desperation. He put one hand on my face and kissed me hard while the other hand was sliding up my skirt and squeezing my ass. “You disobeyed me. Taking this thing off is part of your assignment”, he said gesturing at my bra. “I said, make me”, I responded coyly. With that, he turned me around and pressed himself against me. I arched my back and rubbed my ass against his crotch. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair and he let out a deep moan. “Fuck”, he breathed. He pushed me forward slightly and quickly undid my bra. “That’s better”, he said admiring my breasts and licking his lips. “Skirt”, he said hoarsely. I kept my eyes locked on his and slowly unfastened the buttons on my skirt. His breathing intensified when I let it drop to the floor and he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. At this point, I was standing in front of him in nothing but some white crew socks and sneakers. “Does this mean I’m getting an A?”, I asked with a smile. “We’ve only just begun… I’m not sure if you have what it takes yet”, he replied. He pulled me down to the ground and I only now just realized there was a blanket set up with some water and provisions. How thoughtful. “Want some?”, he asked as he lit a joint. “Hell yeah”, I replied laughing nervously. We passed it back and forth a few times and put it away. “What do you think the next part of the assignment should be?”, he asked. “You tell me, you’re the ‘professor’, aren’t you?”, I replied.
He laughed for a second before pulling me in for a deep kiss. “You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?”, he asked. He placed my hand on his pants and I could feel his hard cock just waiting to come out to play. “Suck it”, he demanded. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I decided I wanted to tease him a little bit and began to lick him and bit him gently through his briefs. He let out some breathy moans, so I knew he was into it. I kissed my way up his stomach and chest and up to his neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you”, I whispered in his ear. I couldn’t believe how bold I was being, considering that I was still nervous as fuck around him. I made my way back down to his briefs and pulled them off him. I put him in my mouth and began to suck and lick him up and down, adjusting my tempo to his breaths. He put his hands in my hair and pulled me even closer so I was nearly choking on his big dick. “Fuck… fuck”, he kept saying. I put his balls in my mouth and kept stroking him with my hand. He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me toward him, kissing me passionately on the mouth and exploring me with his tongue. “Show me you’ve got what it takes to get this A”, he said sternly.
We stood up and he brought me to the edge of the bleachers where the bright lights and shadow meet. “Lay down”, he ordered. I attempted to lay down under the bleachers when he said, “No. Lay down there”, pointing to the area the stadium lights were illuminating. “What?”, I asked. “Trust me”, he said. I laid down with my stomach and breasts exposed under the bright lights while the rest of me was under the bleachers with Professor Wells. He started touching me softly. “You’re so fucking wet”, he said, moving his mouth to my pussy. He started swirling his tongue around while holding my ass in both hands like a dinner plate. I couldn’t contain my moans and completely gave into the sensation he was giving me. I was totally exposed on the field and anyone walking by could see me easily but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck. It only turned me on more. I started moaning heavier as he was coming close to bringing me over the edge. “Cum now, baby”, he said. Hearing his voice, filled with confidence, demanding me to cum was exactly what I needed to meet my release.
Before I could come down from the high of orgasm, he pulled me back under the bleachers and started sucking on my breasts. I reached down and grabbed his dick in my hand and pulled it toward me. “Fuck me, please”, I said breathlessly. He positioned himself just right and slowly entered me while holding my wrists hard to the ground. I could feel myself completely submitting to him as that feeling of fullness hit my body. I began kissing him hard and feverishly running my tongue along his lips and in his mouth. “Mmm. I missed this”, he said. He started picking up his pace and pounding into me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I walked into your class”, I whispered into his ear, “I imagine us fucking in the classroom with everyone watching”. “Give it to me”, I demanded. He kissed me hard and thrusted in me as deep and fast as possible. “How do you… like that… you little… slut?”, he asked in between breaths. I couldn’t find any way to respond other than crying out in pleasure. “Cum inside me, Professor”, I said. “Please, I need your cum inside me”, I begged. With that, he let out a series of deep moans into my ear as he shot his load in me. I felt it dripping out down my ass and knew I had earned that fucking A, among other things. We began making out soft and almost romantically for a few minutes before he sat up and started to pull his briefs back on. He handed me my sweater and some water.
“Well, was that enough extra credit work for you? Are we even?”, I asked with a smirk. “Hmm.. What do you say we continue our little side-projects to really make sure you’ve learned your lesson?”, he asked. “I think I’d like that, Professor Wells”, I said almost shyly. I’m not sure why I was still shy around him, I had just seen this guy fully naked and gotten to know him in the most intimate way possible. “Great. By the way, you can call me James”, he said with a wink. Also, I’ve imagined us fucking in the classroom too. Maybe we can make that happen next time before your classmates come in. Say, an hour before class starts?”, he asked. I could feel my face getting hot just thinking about that kind of risky situation. “Sounds like a plan, James”, I said as confidently as possible, “I’ll see you then”.
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