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The professor saw the girl slip into class, fifteen minutes late—although it was actually fifteen minutes earlier than usual. He didn’t know her name, in fact, he doubted that she really knew his. This lecture hall was big; over 300 people. She always sat in the back row, in the desks that had been placed there to catch the overflow, so he could see all of her when she sat down, not just her head, like the rest of the students. That was probably why she had caught his eye in the first place. That back row was the most conspicuous of seats in the whole lecture auditorium.

She was his favorite student though. She was really very attractive, with slender hips and a stomach that was often halfway bare, a belly button ring visible under the desk. She had nice sized tits, probably a C cup, but they looked larger on her small body. It was cold in the classroom usually and her nips stood out more often than not, much to his joy. But most importantly, she liked to wear short skirts. And she also liked to fall asleep in class, which might have irritated him, but then not when she did it. For you see, when she fell asleep, her legs would fall open and he could get a good glimpse at the panties she was wearing. Today was no different. Less than ten minutes into class she had slumped heavily against her left hand, her eyes closed. Her legs slowly opened and he reached the high point of his day.

They were red satin today. Delicious—they matched the red tube top she wore over the red plaid skirt. And she was wearing stilettos. The professor had to cross behind the desk at the front of the room and concentrate on his lesson for a good five minutes until his erection disappeared. He was a big fan of the “you can look, but you can’t touch” philosophy. It was difficult sometimes though, since he was one of the youngest members of the faculty, and reasonably easy on the eyes with warm blue eyes and the physique of a runner, instead of an economics professor. Young women from his classes would often come up to him after class, all giggly and warm, flashing their cleavage at him, but the professor never sampled any of them. How could he? This was a good job and he wasn’t about to lose it over some dumb kid who wanted a C instead of a D.

This girl though… the professor thought that he might be willing to risk it for her. He really had no idea who she was—for all he knew she could be auditing my class, but he knew he couldn’t resist her if she made a play for him.

It was seven minutes before then end of class when his favorite student stirred. She looked around dazedly for a moment before locking eyes with him, and then she smiled wickedly. What was going on? It took a moment before he realized that she had let one hand touch her breast, and was playing with the nipple blatantly, gazing at him. Soon it stood up, hard against her tight shirt and she began to tease at the other one. The student allowed her legs to open again, and the professor swallowed, as her left hand left her breast and traveled down, below the desk to rest on her satin clad pussy. He could already see the dark stain of her wetness on the fabric, and he had to tear his eyes away from her, so that he could keep teaching about the elasticity of demand, instead of pondering the elasticity of her hole. When he trusted himself to look back, he saw that she had coated her forefinger with her pussy juices. Their eyes met and she slowly stuck that finger into her mouth and sucked it off. Three more minutes of class! He thought to himself jubilantly. When class was over, he saw that she remained in her seat, while the rest of the class left. He dealt with a few stupid questions at the end of the class period, all the while staring at her legs which were crossed provocatively, the black stilettos, fucking hot as hell. When the last student left, the girl uncrossed her legs and propped them up on the seats in front of her. Allowing him to see her soaked panties clearly. He stood in the front of the classroom, utterly transfixed.

His favorite student slid her hands down to her crotch and pulled the cloth aside, revealing a tidy patch of brown hair and a dripping wet snatch. He could smell her arousal from that far away! Slowly she peeled off the panties, and could see the tight puckered asshole too, her ass was nice and tight. Then she got up and started walking toward the professor, and led him into his office which was connected to the classroom.

“Well professor?” she asked in a deep, throaty voice. “Have I been a bad girl?”

His cock was standing at complete attention. And if she was going to play like this, he was going to play too. “I’d say you have been a bad girl. Get over my knees, you bad girl. I think you need a spanking.”

She smiled a bit before arranging herself over his lap, purposely slithering herself over his rock hard erection. As he’d expected when she bent over, he could see most of her sweet sweet ass. He stroked it gently and then spanked it with the flat of his hand. “Oh!” she cried out, but it was a good oh. *spank* *spank* *spank* With one hand he was spanking her, the other hand slipped into her sweet snatch and was playing with her clit—he could feel how wet she was.

“You’ve been violating the dress code” SPANK “distracted the professor to no end” SPANK “And just an overall pain-in-the-ass” SPANK SPANK SPANK

The student was moaning and writhing on his lap and he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed her off him and commanded “suck it.”

With a sly look upwards, his student eagerly went for the buttons on his trousers and freed his aching cock, the tip purple with desire. Intelligently, she pulled his pants off all the way, knowing that he would need his free range of motion later on, if she had this planned correctly.

Glancing up at him, the student grabbed his thick cock in her warm hands and guided the tip towards her mouth. She teased him and played it over her lips first, as though it were a tube of lip gloss, smiling as a bit of precum slid over her lips. Finally then she took him into her mouth, and the professor thought that he was going to die from pleasure. The small sounds she made as she licked his hardness all over, made him weak at the knees; she was clearly enjoying it. She laved her tongue on the head, pulling back the foreskin so that she could get to the most sensitive part of the head, the little depression on the underside, her clever fingers tracing the line on his balls, until finally he moaned and came in her mouth. He watched her carefully as she swallowed it all. She even sucked more out of him, if it were possible, lapping up all the cream. Even while his cock softened, she didn’t stop sucking on him, grinning around him as he grew again in her mouth. Goddamn, this girl didn’t waste any fucking time.

Once he was hard, the girl stood up and leaned against his desk provocatively, her short skirt barely covering her naked pussy, her tits practically falling out of the black bra she wore under a Britney Spears type button down shirt. His hands roamed towards her delicious breasts and tore open the shirt. He just pulled the bra down so that he could touch the hard nipples, no patience with clasps or anything of the sort. Oh god, they were delicious, hot and hard in his mouth, her body writhing against his as he played with her. She had hiked herself up onto the desk so that she could press against him easier and the professor could feel her wetness gyrating against him as he got her hotter just by touching her tits. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He filled her suddenly with a strong, sure thrust and the student thrust back, so ready for it. She laid her body down across all the papers and books on his desk and just gave back; for every time he would pound his cock into her, she would thrust her hips forward, meeting him in a way that he’d never had before. The professor wanted to overpower her suddenly though. From the beginning, he’d been seduced by her and now he wanted to win the power struggle. He began fucking her harder and harder, her gorgeous tits jiggling with every motion. She began moaning as he brought her to the brink, both of their bodies coated with sweat. “Tell me you want me” he demanded even as he felt his own orgasm building.

“Oh, professor” she moaned as he hit the g-spot, furiously drilling into that sweet pussy.

“Do you need my cock?” He asked her as she arched upwards in pleasure.

“Yeah professor, oh I need your cock in me, oh, oh, that’s a good cock, oh…” She came against him hard; he could feel it as she clamped down around him and he couldn’t stop now; he came too.

Finally, after catching his breath he whispered in her ear, “I hope you’re coming to office hours next week too.”