Author: bettysnewflame

Pleasing the Professor FINAL [MF]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4dpcy/pleasing_the_professor/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4kclr/pleasing_the_professor_part_2_mf_age_gap/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4zjpn/pleasing_the_professor_part_3_mf_age_gap_cheating/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

I’m already drunk when I see the message. *35 Maple Ave, 9:00pm.* Against my better judgement, I click on the address and it opens on Google Maps. *5 minute walk*. I glance at the time on my phone. It’s 8:45 already. Rage fills me as I think of my last encounter with my professor. The way he took me like I belonged to him. The explosive orgasm he coaxed from me with just his hands. The way he practically threw me under his desk when his wife showed up. I haven’t been able to get her face out of my head all fucking week. It’s driven me here, to the graduate student bar, surrounded by drunk, sweaty, smelly strangers. I bring my glass lips and finish my vodka soda, grimacing at the shitty well alcohol as it burns down my throat.

“Another one please,” I say to the bartender who nods and hands me one more drink. This is going to be the last one, I tell myself. And then I’m going to find a cute, unmarried guy to take me home and make me forget about my professor. My phone buzzes again and I can’t help but look at it. Read more »

Pleasing the Professor- Part 3 [Mf] [Age gap] [Cheating] [Con Non-Con]

*My office, 12pm*.

The text lit up my phone screen in the middle of class making my heart leap out of my chest. Not because the loud beep had caused everyone to stare at me, including the old lady teacher, but because of the sender. My gorgeous, sexy, older, married professor. Just the thought of him caused moisture to pool between my legs.

I looked at the time as I shoved my phone down into my bag. 11:45. The last ten minutes of class passed by agonizingly slowly. I spent each of them thinking about what my dirty professor had planned for me today. Would he lick me up and down before he entered me? Was he planning to come on my tits, my ass, inside me? My pussy clenched with the thought of being filled by him again and I was soaking wet by the time class was dismissed.

The office door was ajar when I got there. I could see him sitting at his desk, looking over some papers. I could watch this man all day, but I also couldn’t wait any longer to have him. I knocked on the door and he smiled up at me. Read more »

Pleasing the Professor- Part 2 [Mf] [Age Gap]

I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling this way about my professor, but I needed him. I needed him with such an urgency, I could barely contain myself. The moment the hotel door closed, he was on me and I didn’t stop him.

He pushed me up against the door and lifted me up like I was weightless. His lips crashed down on mine. He cupped my chin with one hand to hold my face in place while he ravaged me. I kissed him back with equal fierceness. His tongue licked my lips open and entered, searching hungrily. Our tongues met in my mouth and a moan ripped from my lips.

He pulled away for a moment to growl, “You taste like heaven.” And then his mouth was back on me.

He put my feet back onto the ground and used his hands to pull my wrists above my head where he pinned them to the door with ease. He kept one hand there and moved the other down my body. He moved slowly, deliberately, trailing his hand down my arm, caressing my neck, squeezing one breast, and then wrapping around my ass and pulling my hips to meet his. His mouth moved to the sensitive spot on my neck and nibbled there. Read more »

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. Read more »