The last of the day’s light was streaming through only the upper most windows in the college library as you burned the midnight oil yet again trying to get your creative juices flowing and finish your final designs for this semester. You had been struggling to get your ideas on paper and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
You hadn’t stopped thinking about the start of the week when you [started something](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lyqey0/naughty_student_and_the_corruptible_lecturer_fm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) that you were sure you could control or wanted to. You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back to that day in the office when you saw your favourite professors true colours and loved every second of it.
It felt like he knew exactly what you wanted and how. You suddenly awaken from your memory when you hear your 2B pencil fall under the table. You had begun absent mindedly rubbing the end of it gently against your clit and dropped it when you pushed it a little bit too far. Your fingers letting the pencil slip from your grasp mid fantasy as the hard ridges of the pencil ground against your clit. You regather your pencil and your composure and decide to concentrate on your project.
An hour or so later with a few base sketches done you start to relax and feel more rest assured that this wasn’t going to be a wasted evening in the library. But now that you had done something you felt like you should reward yourself and only one thing was looking like the reward that you want…
You reach for your phone and scroll down to your sir’s number knowing that this is the reward you want and deserve. You click on my profile and hope that I am nearby.
You go behind one of the stacks of books, taking a look around before snapping a cheeky selfie with your tits almost out of my top. You hurry back to your desk, quickly sketch a very rough, disproportioned, crude design, which looks like it could have been drawn by a toddler. You send both pictures to your favourite lecturer, with the text:
“Would love it if you could come give me some feedback on the final! I’m in the library!”
Your message beeps bright on my phone and wakes me from my stupor of correcting awful contrite and played out ideas from first years looking forward to working with the latter years work, especially from your favourite student. It was unusual to get a message from you despite our last ‘conversation’ and especially not at 9 on a Saturday.
I half expected a drunken text from a student living her life to the fullest at the weekend but this is different. I see your two photos growing hard with one and chuckling at the other.
“I see a lot of things that need correction and not just that joke sketch of yours”
I look at my pile of work and decide I’ve had enough of this and that taking out my frustrations with you would be the tonic to my soul right now.
I text “I am on my way” feeling more confident about our arrangement now. Might as well enjoy it to its fullest while you are here in your final few weeks. And might as well be castigated for multiple times over just the once. If it was to blow up it didn’t matter the number of times now the deed was done, plus I had the internal backing that I needed to fully enjoy our time together.
Walking across the quad I decide to test my new little toy and send her
“Take off your panties and be ready for your sir”
I continue my purposeful stride to the library doors, bursting through them like a man on a mission. As I take the stairs steps two at a time I get a reply with a photo of your legs spread wide open framed by a plaid skirt but importantly no panties.
“I’m ready for your corrections sir”
Panties off, trying not to look too excited but constantly glancing up, waiting to see your sir walk through the doors, salivating on the end of your pencil in the corner of your mouth, waiting for what will come next. Eagerly awaiting my blue eyes staring into your soul thinking about how I make you weak from my fingers or my massive, hard cock in any of your holes. ‘Will we stay here in the library, find a study room, or behind some of the stacks, his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out in pleasure’ you think to yourself. Your foot starts bouncing, your skirt lifting, leaving a little puddle on your chair.
With your eyes on one door I pick out your red hair coming through the other. I slowly walk up behind you and the first time you notice me is when you feel my hand on your left shoulder. You get a little out of your chair and drop your pencil on the ground. You turn around and flash me that cute little grin, your eyes lighting up when you see mine.
“I seem to have dropped my pencil sir” you say breathlessly before exaggeratedly bending over flashing your glistening slit to me with all the grace you can manage as you shake in anticipation. You crawl onto the floor, your skirt riding up your hips after wiggling it for me.
“I’ll look over your sketch while you try persuade me why it’s worth my time…”
I take a seat on your chair and you turn around to find my legs spread wide and you know exactly what your sir wants. You stand behind your sir, reaching over me to show off the crude sketch, your tits at almost perfect eye level as you bend over my shoulder.
“Here it is sir, thank you for taking time out of your busy night to help me” you smirk as your hand lightly runs up my chest, and then slowly back down going much lower this time, rubbing the bulge in my pants as you whisper in my ear…
“Someone is excited to see me” and take a little nibble at my ear, “Should I sit beside you, or get under the desk?”
Your perfume dances across me as you lean over, intoxicating in your smell and look. The feeling of you so close to me has me a little flustered like last time but I regather myself and look you straight in the eye.
“Under the desk like a good girl” I whisper at least keeping to that rule.
“Yes sir” you purr before sliding down my side to the floor between my legs. The whole way down you never took your hands or eyes off of me, keeping my focus a little too much. I reach down and cup your pretty little face in my left hand, stroking your soft cheekbone.
You look up at me with a mix of seductive and doe eyes, a look of desire and admiration that had me straining in my slacks. You notice the growing bulge and reach out tentatively with your fingers playing with the outline of it. You reach up, unbutton and unzip me, and are met by your sir’s thick veiny member yet again. You bite your lip as you wrap your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the feeling and idea of having your professor’s cock in your dainty hand.
You waited all semester for it and now you have it you don’t want to waste your time with it. You want to show off your skills to your sir and rock his world in the library. You love the heft and touch of my throbbing cock in your hand as you pull it to your awaiting and parting lips. You slide it effortlessly into your warm wet inviting mouth, engulfing about half of me in one. I try to regain my composure and not make it obvious what is happening.
You have other ideas and want nothing more than to make it as hard for you to hide the pleasure that you are giving me. I hear a noise and hooch my chair in slightly to hide your kneeling figure behind me. It has the added side effect of forcing me further down your throat. You don’t complain and want to take more of me inside your mouth and throat as you sloppily bob up and down.
I notice another figure pass by in my peripheral vision so I suddenly grab the back of your head and pull you fully onto my cock, impaling my cock in your throat. I hold you there until I see them pass by without noticing me or more importantly you.
“Just five more seconds and they’ll be gone…” I say still holding you tight to my crotch. Your light headed and cock drunk as you struggle with me but count down the seconds in your head. Five…tears start to stream down your cheeks… four… your mascara is running with it…three…your eyes roll back in your head…two…you feel my hands grip loosen…one. You gasp loudly as I release you with drool running down your cheeks to my glistening member.
“That was close sir…” you breathlessly pant while continuing to stroke me.
Part 2 to come soon…
Thanks u/karmaroused for her great creative writing and ideas helping contribute to this fantasy!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n20prp/naughty_student_and_the_corruptible_lecturer
Part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n212m9/naughty_student_and_the_corruptible_lecturer/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)