1. Schooling My Professor

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My professor stood at the front of the room with a stern look on his face as he addressed the class. My midterm grade had been disappointing to say the least. I stared at the paper and frowned.

When I had first decided to go back to school as a single mother, it all seemed like such a great idea. Now I'm not so sure. Fortunately the class was excused for the day and I had the chance to change my grade for the better.

I waited until the room was empty and positioned myself between the professor and the door, a small smile on my lips. As I approached his desk, I realized just how handsome he was. Salt and pepper hair, piercing eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.

Sure I had noticed it in passing, I mean, who wouldn't, right? But somehow being alone with him made it all the more obvious. He had this magnetic charisma.

His pale blue eyes darted to the doorway and then back to me. The wicked grin on his lips told me he'd had attractive students ask for extra credit before. Loosening his tie, he asked if there was something he could help me with.

The tone of his voice was almost smug. Sitting on the edge of his desk, I poured my heart out. I assured him I would do any sort of extra credit or side project to bring up my grade.

I was in the middle of a sentence talking about how I would do some sort of oral presentation Then he pressed a finger firmly against my lips and shook his head. Our eyes met as he traced my lower lip. It was quivering from the surprise of a stranger's touch.

His voice was low now, almost a whisper, as he told me there was only one special project he had in mind for my pretty mouth. When I slapped him across the face, he was shocked to say the least. His eyes widened and he staggered back, his erection still evident in his thin dress pants.

The shock on his face was almost delicious. Somehow that moment made me feel more powerful than I had in years. This wasn't a man who heard the word no very often, that much was obvious.

Still here he stood blushing like a schoolboy. I had been prepared to play nicely and do a thesis paper or something, but now I realized that there might be a solution that would be even more fun. He ran his hand over the side of his cheek, the smugness gone from his face.

My professor, the man who could ramble for hours on history, on politics, on everything. He was speechless. He looked even more sexy like that.

Somewhere in the hallway there were footsteps and the risk that someone else might see him like this got me so excited. I cleared my throat and I gave him my most stern look. How about you change my grade and I'll tell you what to do with your mouth, I said, slipping the end of my dress up just enough for him to see that I hadn't bothered wearing underwear to class tonight.

I couldn't believe that I had said that to him. Was I crazy, what was I doing? Had I gone too far? Then a soft moan escaped his lips as he ran his eyes up from my ankles to the small mound of hair between my legs.

He wanted to be told what to do. And I wanted to be the one to tell him. Why was this so arousing? I decided a moan wasn't enough of an answer for me, so I ordered him to look into my eyes and agree to my terms.

When he was finally able to pry his eyes up, they were softer than before, almost submissive. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything so attractive. His voice was a little breathless as he agreed to give me whatever I wanted.

All it took was one finger pointed to the ground in front of me for him to drop to his knees, no hesitation. The look on his face had shifted. Everything about him had changed in that moment.

There was lust in his eyes, but there was also worship and surrender. More footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by excited voices of students who were leaving the college for the night, making plans, maybe heading out for hookups of their own. Soon the cleaners would make their rounds, but first, I would take what I wanted, no, what I deserved.

His kisses started the moment I slipped out of my flats, beginning with my toes and the soles of my feet. Each brush of his lips was gentle and almost worshiping, the strong hands that I'll admit I had admired during all of those classes were now gliding up my bare legs, barely dancing across my skin. I closed my eyes, leaning back on the desk to enjoy each sensation completely.

It had been so long since I'd been touched like this. Warm breaths caressed my thighs. Every touch, every kiss made my body tingle.

I wanted more. With my eyes still closed, I reached out to grip his hair, forcing his mouth closer to my pussy. Make me come, I growled, spreading my legs wider.

The moan from his mouth vibrated against me as his tongue slid over my clit and his strong arms reached to grip each thigh. The gentleness was gone. Now he was lapping me up as if I were the last drop of water on earth and he were in the desert.

I had to put a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out. I don't know that I've ever met somebody with a tongue like his. Two of his fingers found their way inside me, pressing upward and massaging as I writhed against his face.

God, this was so good. I can't believe my professor on his knees. The sound of keys jangling down the hallway made him quicken his pace.

The need for release was building higher and higher. My whole body ached for it as my breath caught in my throat. God, I need this, I need this, I need this, I thought.

And just when I thought he was going to consume me completely, the wave overtook me, pulsing its way up from the tips of my toes in a violent rush. I came over and over, each wave stronger than the last. I could feel my pussy clenching around his finger, and I could feel his face, so wet now.

God, his mouth was perfect. The sound of someone knocking on the door jarred me back to my body and made my professor scramble to his feet. His entire face still glistening with my juices.

I barely had enough time to slide my dress back down before the janitor wheeled his cart into the room. My professor adjusted himself and tried desperately to slow his breathing. He gathered his things, and before I could leave, he asked me to come to his office to continue our discussion.

I just smiled and shook my head. I had gotten what I needed for the night, and we both knew who had the power now.