*To pop or not to pop?*
I am fiddling with the following few buttons of my white school uniform, second-guessing whether to unclasp them or let them stay as they are.
Meanwhile, I can feel beads of my sweat dripping down unhurriedly at the slope of my lower back. I am cramped under this dark mahogany desk for only the past few minutes, but every second that ticks off is grating on my nerves.
In just about half an hour, I need to go back and take the last exam I have on my schedule for today. I almost cringe at the face of my friends being slightly disappointed and mostly confused at the fact that I am skipping on their quick review sessions.
It will be ironic if the reason why I left them won’t even be here for my spontaneous visit.
However, I don’t have to berate myself further since the door creaked open already. The hush of students mingling in the hallways—*mostly talking about how they have done on their respective exams*—is briefly echoing in the room until almost instantly tapering off when the door closes.
My worries are just a fleeting memory now; the thrill of surprising you is starting to bloom inside me. Even more so when I hear the tell-tale clicking sound of your lock—almost like the sound of a gunshot past my flushed ears.
You do have the reputation of a recluse in the department—a grumpy, lone wolf. But whether you have locked your door because you want your free time unbothered or because of something else…I am not too sure.
I can hear the thunderous beat of my heart, almost feeling like it will jump out. I want to clench my fist and thump my absurd heart back to its ribcage, but I’m also suddenly hesitant to create any sound.
Which is pretty dumb. You just have to move your office chair backward and see for yourself how one of your students sneaked herself in.
I hold my breath as you finally pull your office chair away from the desk. Time seems to stop for some seconds as you stand there, towering and all broody. Well, I haven’t seen you yet, but I’m sure you’re brooding.
For sure, you can see the pointed part of my black school shoes, but you have taken your seat as if you haven’t. I smirk at the thought that you lock us here in your office because you’ve realized already I’m here. I don’t know how. And I honestly don’t care much.
But the problem is…if you’re going to act like I’m not here, how do I proceed with my surprise?
I hear you place your laptop on top of the desk and even see you grab a small journal. But the funny part is how your legs are spread apart.
*How curious.*
It’s like…you’re basically telling me to go ahead and hit you with my best shot.
With a massive grin on my face, I stretch my arms out and cup your calves firmly. Impressive how you have managed not to physically respond.
I give a light squeeze over the prominent muscle at the back of your legs and continue to caress upward. I stop halfway through my exploration until my hands are hovering above your thighs.
*Huh, still no reaction.*
I kneel down to lean forward, moaning softly as I rake my nails over your thighs down to your knees. Your quads bunch up, and I have to stifle a laugh because I know your knees are sensitive.
**”Tsk tsk…”** I cluck my tongue in an attempt to reprimand. **”No need to be so selfish, Sir. I’m just so thirsty for your cum. Will you please empty out all of your cum into my parched throat?”**
I hear you groan a bit before gathering my hair. **”Make it quick. I have an exam to proctor in 30 minutes.”**
**”Uh, hello…I** ***have*** **an exam in 30 minutes,”** I retort back at you with the roll of my eyes. I slowly lower the zipper of your slacks. **”At least someone is excited to see me.”**
I salivate as I unwrap you from your boxers, taking your hard length in my palm. I stroke you once just to feel you.
But I prefer having you in my mouth. So without reservations, I flatten up my tongue against your shaft and slowly inch my way to your tip. I continue to lick you until I’m satisfied I covered every inch of you. Get you slick enough for me to fondle you easily.
I look up at you with a coquettish smile on my face. The very same pair of lips that wrap themselves around you. Tightly.
I feel you take complete control of my head and am happy to go along with your pace. You make my head bob up and down, almost staying longer when the tip of my nose is touching your groin area.
**”Fuck. That’s a good girl,”** you muttered with subtle approval.
I hum with pleasure at the much-softened expression upon your face. The enthusiasm I have for you increases tenfold. So I use the pointing finger and thumb of my right hand to jerk you off while my mouth is still latching on to your glistening, red tip. Tongue swirling under the sides. Then, over the tip.
You’re so fucking hard inside my mouth it’s driving me crazy. *Crazier.*
I take another look up at you, my glasses bent at an awkward angle, and my lips are swollen. I stick the tip of my tongue out to trace your throbbing veins, maintaining a seemingly coy eye contact with you.
You look so calm and composed every time I watch you conduct your lectures. Yet, here you are before me: slouched in your seat, mouth is slacked and hair disheveled.
I badly want to rub myself at this particular look of you. Definitely not the untouchable professor in front of my psych class. But I know I only have five more minutes to finish you off and quickly get to my designated exam room.
**”I have an audio recording of you prattling on about personality disorders.”** I continue to jerk you off with my right hand as I need to use my mouth to speak.
You just raise a brow at my statement, remaining unperturbed. **”I don’t prattle, young lady.”**
I laugh at that. **”You got me.”** My strokes are almost lazy as I dramatically pause. **”You don’t prattle, indeed. Your voice is rather…*****soothing*****. Like I can sleep in the middle of your lecture,”** I tease.
**”Such a disrespectful mouth on you.”** You take my tousled hair into your left hand while your right hand grabs my jaw. **”Talk less. Suck more. After all, this mouth is only good for sucking cocks.”**
I whimper as you shove yourself back inside my *senseless* mouth. Thrusting with frenzy.
Droplets of tears run down at the outer corners of my eyes as I gag at the whole length of you fucking my mouth. My stomach heaves every time you hit the back of my throat.
But I don’t care.
I continue to look up to you, enjoying the way you let loose with me.
*Cum. Sir, please let me have your cum.*
I think you’ve heard my silent pleas, for you have driven your whole length rather forcefully. But before you can pull it out to cum over my tits like I usually make you do, I steady myself and grab the back of your thighs.
Surprise flashes at your dark, brooding eyes, but it’s too late. You already empty out your load down my throat.
And I…I swallow them all.
*Still swallowing.*
**”Well, fuck.”** The curse leaving out of your mouth sounds like therapeutic music in my ears.
**”Mhmm. I needed all that.”** I flash you my good-girl smile. **”Sadly, I must go, or I’ll be really late for my next exam. I heard the proctor is a brooding asshole,”** I smirk, knowing too well that you are scheduled to monitor that one.
But before I can stand up from kneeling down, you reach out to wipe something at the corner of my lips. **”How unbecoming of you, young lady. Not swallowing everything I’ve given you.”**
Another time and I definitely may have come up with a witty comeback. Instead, I lick the cum you gathered with your thumb. Not content with the gesture, I carry on sucking your thumb clean.
**”Anything else, good Sir?”**
You are silent as you consider what I’ve just done. Your eyes feel like you can’t decide between punishing me or lifting my skirt up and bending me over your desk to fuck me.
You lean forward.
I’m not going to lie. My breath hitches at the short distance between our faces. For the first time, I have your face up close.
**”You forgot these…”** you whisper tauntingly as your deft fingers reach out to button my white blouse.
After fixing me up and helping me stand up, you lightly pat my butt in an unexpected affectionate gesture. **”Now be a good girl and ace those exams.”**
I may have rolled my eyes as I leave your office, but I do end up acing those exams.
*Thanks for the protein shot, I guess.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/psdf2l/good_girl_gone_under_mf_blowjob_student_professor
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