Pleasing the Professor

My hands shook as I attempted to take off his shirt. I could barely hold them still long enough to slide the buttons through their holes. The adrenaline of the moment was getting to me. Meanwhile, he was completely calm. His hands felt confident and powerful as they glided my shirt up over my head and then returned to my bare skin. It felt like I was on fire, the sheer touch made my skin spark. I managed to undo the buttons of his shirt and pressed my chest against bare one.

He smelled like cigarettes and soap, somehow both musty and clean at the same time. It made my head spin with memories. The first time I was close enough to smell him when he asked me to stay after class. He had told me how well I did on my paper and how he admired my way of thinking. He was just a little too close to me when he opened the door for me to leave and I smelled that wonderful, dangerous smell.

A week later, he was at the same bar as me and my friends. He beckoned me over when I waved at him and bought me a drink. At the end of the night, we walked outside together, and he kissed me. That kiss had ruined me. I was done, gone for this incredibly sexy, completely unattainable man.

Just a few days after that, we were in a hotel room. He had bought me an expensive bottle of champagne and made me come so hard I saw stars. I couldn’t get enough after that. Every time my phone lit up with a text from him with a location and a time, I was there.

*Ritz, 9pm*.

*The Plaza, 10:30pm*.

And tonight’s text: *My car, now*.

We’d been doing it in his car almost exclusively for the last month or so. I’m not sure when I’d agreed to this arrangement but the thought of why he insisted on fucking me here, in the driver’s seat of his car, instead of in a bed went by the wayside when his strong hands unclasped my bra and pulled it off my body. His lips kissed their way down to my breasts

“I’ll never get tired of your tits,” he whispered to me, taking my nipples into his mouth with a moan. I couldn’t help but let out a soft “Oh!” as he began to work his magic there. Heat, pressure, desire was building between my legs. I couldn’t help but rub myself against his jeans-clad thighs, desperate for the friction. His hands felt their way down to my bare thighs and then up to my waist, lifting up my skirt as he went. He placed his thumb on my panties, right on my clit, providing the exact pressure I needed as I kept moving against him.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he said, leaning his head back on the headrest to watch me cum against his hand. I tried desperately not to, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could get me off so quickly, but his thumb started rubbing in small circles and the next thing I knew I was coming, hard. My legs shook and my core pulsed as a yelp of pleasure tore from my lips.

“Good girl,” he said, grabbing the back of my head and forcing it down to his. He kissed me hard, teeth pulled at my lips and mine fought back just as hard, biting and nibbling and sucking his.

“Give me a suck,” he commanded and I responded by climbing off his lap and crouching in the space between the seat and the dashboard. He undid his belt and let out his dick. The length always surprised me and tonight was no different. I smiled coyly as I began licking it, first the tip, then the shaft, stroking the whole time. His hand fasted itself in my hair and I took it as a signal to put his whole cock in my mouth. He tasted like he smelled: completely delicious. I felt him hit the back of my throat and cupped my hands around his balls as he began to guide my head up and down his shaft. I tasted the salty precum on the tip. His throaty moans were getting me wet again.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, lifting me up and putting me down onto the passenger seat. He took off his pants and climbed over the center console while I shimmied off my skirt and panties to the ground. He looked down at my newly hairless pussy and smiled.

“Is this for me?” He asked, running his hands over my mound and down my slit.

“Yes, sir,” I said, “Just how you like it.”

Lust clouded his eyes and he sank to his knees in front of me. I leaned up to watch him caress my slit, spread my lips wide, and lick me.

A moan escaped me as he found my clit again. He played with it, licking and nibbling while he slipped a finger inside my sex.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he said.

“Only for you,” I responded, completely out of breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered back, pulling out of me. He lifted himself up and I put my legs on his shoulders, the way he liked. His dick plunged into me and I moaned in absolute pleasure. He pumped harder, going deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck, baby,” he said to me, his voice raspy, “You feel so good around my dick.”

I purred in satisfaction, lifting my hips with each thrust and feeling his shaft pass over my G-spot with each movement. I felt that heat building in my core again. Every time he pushed inside me, a moan of pleasure ripped from my lips.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, guiding me to the edge of orgasm. The pressure was unbearable now, I craved the release. He pulled out at that exact moment. “Do you want to come, baby girl?”

“Yes, please, sir,” I moaned, just the way I knew he liked.

He drove himself back into me and his teeth found the sensitive spot on my neck. It was the trigger to my release, which flew through me without warning. I shuddered around his shaft and instead of relenting, he began to fuck me harder. He grabbed both of my legs with one arm and pulled me further down the seat so that he was even deeper inside me. He pulled at one of my nipples with the other hand. I was already so far gone when the third orgasm came, I think I blacked out. In that moment, I didn’t care that he was my professor. I didn’t care that he was 12 years older than me. I didn’t care that he was married. All I cared about was the way he how he made me feel, the way he made the rest of the shitty world disappear, the way he brought me ecstasy. As I came, he groaned too and spilled himself into me.

We were both panting, completely spent. I breathed his smell in again. He pulled out of me and the heavy feeling of regret began to creep into my belly like it always did when we were done. I tried to push it down as he handed me a towel from the back seat to clean his seed from my thighs.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said to him as we both dressed.

“You said that last time, darling,” he answered, tucking his huge cock away into his boxers and lifting his jeans back onto his hips.

“You’re my professor,” I said, pulling on my panties and my skirt.

“No one needs to know,” he said, finding his shirt on the floor.

“You’re married,” I said, clasping my bra on and finding my shirt too.

He paused for a moment and then looked at me, his eyes blazing. I dropped my eyes to his chest, which was still exposed. He grasped my chin and forced me to look at him.

“I’m going to leave her,” he said. All traces of playfulness had gone. I’d never seen him look this serious.

“*You* said that last time,” I reminded him, as I opened the door to his car and walked away.

I felt brave and strong for a moment, knowing I had put an end to this insanity. I heard his car engine start and watched him drive away. The moment it was out of view, my resolve crumbled and I knew, the moment I saw the next text from him, I’d meet him wherever he wanted

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