Getting to Know My New Professor

I hate being late. Like it drives me nuts at a biological level. If I even so much as think I might be late, I tremble and sweat, and I would be willing to break every law known to man just to get to my destination on time. And it only gets worse for special occasions or when I’m looking forward to something. 

So you can imagine how I felt as I was hauling ass across campus to my first day of class my senior year of art school. Everything had conspired against me. From my roommate taking too long in the shower, to the hordes of freshman wandering through the center of campus. I almost fell flat on my face as I scrambled up the stairs, and I only stopped for just a second to take a deep breath before I slipped into class, trying to pretend I was calm, cool and collected. I kept my eyes down as I shuffled to my seat. I realized that I wasn’t fooling anyone, I could feel the perspiration bearing up on my forehead, and I felt a single bead of sweat run down between my breasts. I was breathing heavily, and my chest was heaving slightly with the strain of trying to calm my frayed nerves. 

I found a seat, and as I sat down, I looked up at my new professor and found myself staring directly into the eyes of the most stunning man I have ever seen. Now I had heard around campus that the instructor for this course was good looking (let’s be honest, it was one of the reasons why I was looking forward to this class so much), but holy fuck! Instantly the image of how I must look flashed into my head, and I could feel my cheeks flushing. Still staring directly into my eyes, the right corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes crinkled subtly around the edges. Then he blinked and the little sparkles of a smile were gone as he continued to address the class. 

Normally I’m a good student. A really good student in fact. But I don’t think I heard a thing he said that first day. It’s a drawing class, did I mention that already? So I was drinking in the lines on his face, and the shape of his body, drawing the curves and angles in my mind. I’m terrible at guessing ages, but he was definitely between the age of 35 and 55, his skin looked leathery and rough, with deep, friendly wrinkles from a long life of smiling and laughing. His hair was messy and dark brown, in fact everything about him was in shades of tan and brown. He looked like a manlier version of one of the guys from the old Marlboro ads from when I was a kid. Maybe that’s where I got it from, this deep, longing fascination with rugged, manly, older men. But it was his eyes that really shook me. They were sage green, with a turquoise ring around the outside, and what looked like flecks of gold on the inside. He had fire in his eyes, I could see it, but more than anything I could feel the heat. I was drawn to him more than I’ve ever been drawn to anyone in my life. He just had this power, this magnetism. And I wanted him. I wanted him to look at me, to touch me, and to press his lips against mine. 

I floated through that first class, and by the end of it, I was completely obsessed. I hung back to talk to him at the end of class but saw that several other girls and a couple of guys had the same idea, so I knew I had to get slightly more creative to attract his attention. I tucked the handout from class into my backpack, only after double checking when and where his office hours were. I had some work to do. 

By the time Wednesday at 3pm rolled around, I had gotten my hair cut, gone tanning, gotten waxed and got my nails done and was wearing a new white cotton dress that came down about mid-thigh. I’m not the most humble person in the world, and I knew I looked good. Right as I rounded the corner to his office at 2:50 (Punctual. Remember?), I second guess myself and though maybe I looked like I was trying too hard. I caught my reflection in the window into a darkened classroom and I quickly rubbed off some of my lipstick. I didn’t want to look like I had done all of this for him! My heart was racing with anticipation as I tapped lightly on his door. It swung open easily. He was sitting at his desk, and when he heard me he popped slightly back from his computer and had a slightly startled, disheveled look about his face. When he saw me, he smiled with recognition. I smiled quickly back, and then with a sudden, horrifying flop in the pit of my stomach I realized I had nothing to ask him about. No pretense. Nothing. All I wanted to ask him was if I could put his dick in my mouth. Is that something you can lead with? Shit shit shit! I realized I would need to improvise, so I stuck my hand out and said, “Hi, I’m Roxanne. I’m in your Art 405 class…” His big, tan hand wrapped around mine like it was hugging it. 

“Hi! I remember you.” And then with a smile and a wink he said “Late, weren’t you?” 

As I chuckled self consciously, I pulled my hand back, and managed to catch a stack of books that had been sitting on his desk with my elbow. The books clattered to the floor at my feet, and as I gasped and crouched to pick them up, he rounded the side of his desk to help clean up the mess I’d made. As he came round the corner of the desk, he stared directly up my skirt as I was crouching, one knee to my chin, one knee on the ground, picking up the books. I was wearing the sheerest of g-strings that barely covered my hairless pussy that was getting wetter by the second. I looked up at him and saw him swallow hard. For a full second he stared, before he sloooowly lifted his eyes and looked into mine. The fire I thought I had seen in his eyes before was now a deep, intense smolder. Still kneeling in front of him, I bit my lip, and leaned forward slightly to close the distance between our bodies. I was still looking up into his eyes, searching for the willingness I wanted to see. I opened my mouth to say something, but he spoke first and in a husky voice said, “Go lock the door.”

I got up in a flash, stepped to the door and locked it quickly. When I turned back to face him, he was right behind me. He put one of his hands on each of my hips and turned me back around so I was facing the door again. I pressed my ass back into him, and I could instantly feel his hard cock pressing against his jeans. I swayed my hips side to side, rubbing against the bulge. His hands slid down from my hips to my thighs, and quickly reached the hem of my dress. The second his rough finger tips touched the smooth skin of my thighs, it was like electricity went through my whole body. He slid my dress up and over my bare ass, and he grabbed my right cheek as if he were palming a basketball. He reached his hand up, and was just hooking a thumb around the thin straps at the back of my g-string, when I straightened up and turned towards him. 

I put my hand on his chest, and gently pushed him back towards the edge of his desk, until he was perched just on the edge, where his books had been stacked just a moment before. With one hand on his chest, I unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, while I deftly unzipped his fly with the other. Before he knew it, I had thrown his jeans down to his ankles, and I was staring at the outline of his cock bulging in the confines of his navy blue boxer briefs. I came close and slid both hands down the back of his underwear, cupping his ass at first and lightly scratching my nails along the sides of his hips as I brought them around to the front. I knelt down in front of him as I slowly slid his underwear down to reveal the dark skin of his hard cock. I was salivating and the rest of the room melted away, as I licked all the way around the tip of his cock. I formed a tight o with my lips and pressed the wet head of his cock into my mouth, bobbing a few times slowly as a tease, then reached around to his ass and forcefully pulled his whole body forward and slammed his cock deep down my throat. He groaned, and I did it again and again. I would alternate humming to vibrate the tip of his cock with my vocal cords, then stick my tongue out to lick the crease between his balls. With one hand, I reached up to stroke his perineum, while the other still was on his ass pulling him into me. He didn’t need any encouragement though, because before I knew it, he was fucking my mouth like a pussy. He rammed his rod down my throat faster and faster, and I could tell he was building to a climax, but then he slowed and pulled out of my mouth. 

He reached down, and grabbed me by the sides of my ribcage under my armpits, and hauled me up so I was sitting on the edge of the desk now. With one quick movement, he slid my dress down off of both of my shoulders to reveal my breasts hanging heavy and full, engorged with passion and ready to be played with. Without needing any invitation, he lowered his head to my chest. With one hand, he grasped one breast in a massive handful, and the other hand supporting the other tit as he ravenously sucked and bit it. I was almost screaming, because I had to have him in me. Without stopping his assault, he moved one hand down to my thighs, and pulled the crotch of my thong to one side. He dove his fingers into my dripping wet pussy, and my hips rocked forward out of eagerness. He continued to bite and suck on my tits, while he plunged first 2, then 3, then 4 fingers deep into me. 

“Holy shit! Just fuck me already!” I began to yell, but he cupped his hand over my mouth to silence me. 

And with that, he reached around behind my ass, and with one quick movement, he slid me forward off the desk and impaled me on his hard, waiting cock. I gasped, and the wind felt like it got knocked out of me. He was so deep in me, and I felt more fully fucked than I had ever been before. He continued to ram into me again and again, and I arched my hips forward, begging him to drive even more deeply. Just as I felt the intensity of an orgasm begin to blossom, he set me back on the desk, pulled out and knelt between my knees. 

He then proceeded to eat my sopping wet pussy, licking and flicking my clit with his tongue, and licking my dripping slit. I thought I was going to die. I felt like I was on fire, and was being consumed, but I wanted it to last forever.

I peered down at him through half shuttered lashes, and I saw him looking up at me. He stopped, and with a sly grin, he slowly turned me over so I was bent over the side of his desk. Without standing, he grabbed my hands and had me spread my ass cheeks so he could get a good look at my little asshole. Then he proceeded to lick me, from my clit to my asshole. He gently stuck his tongue in my tiny pink hole, and I immediately started to cum. 

I was beginning to moan, and he stopped, and slapped my ass hard. “No, Roxanne. Not yet. You have to wait,” he said in a hoarse and fiery whisper. 

I was surprised enough by the spank that I didn’t cum, but my knees were weak and my head was swimming with the intensity of how badly I wanted to be fucked by this man. Reading my mind, he stood up, and with one hand on his cock, and one hand on my hip, he pressed the head of his still wet cock against my tiny pink asshole. It eagerly opened and let him in, and in one plunge, he pressed balls deep into me. Then he just froze for a couple beats, pinning me against the edge of the desk with his huge cock deep in my ass. I pressed back against him to grind him even more deeply into me. He reached around and tweaked my nipples, and then he was fucking me. Hard. Ramming against the desk. Both of us grunting and moaning, any previous caution completely disregarded now. His balls rocked back and forth, hitting me in the pussy with every thrust. Then, sensing my building tension, his speed intensified faster and faster until I practically screamed “I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” He pressed into me slowly with finality, as he came deep inside of me. 

We both sat there gasping and motionless for a moment, then with a deep breath, he slid himself out of me. With a single motion, he pulled up his pants and underwear. Then he pulled me up off his desk, lowered my skirt over my still dripping pussy, and ravaged asshole. He pulled my top back up to cover my tits that still had his bite marks on them, then he spun me around, spanked me in the same spot that was still red from before and said “I’ll need to see you again at the same time tomorrow, young lady.” 

And with that I left, already planning what I would do tomorrow.