My Professor's Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

Everyone “ooooh”ed like they thought that I was going to get in trouble. The edge in his voice definitely made it seem that way.

  A few students stopped by his desk, asking to schedule time for help pulling up their grade. He gave them his card and told them to e-mail him so that he could get them on his schedule.

  When the last student filed out of the class, Jace turned to face me, frowning.

  “You need to learn to pay more attention,” he said sharply.

  I was shocked into silence. I tried to stammer out a reply, but it took me a few minutes before finally finding my voice.

  “Are you kidding me?” I asked, staring at him, my eyes wide. “You can’t be serious, can you?”

  I folded my arms, waiting for him to respond.

  “Of course I’m serious,” he said calmly. “The reason why you were chosen above everyone else was because I believe that you have skills that are far beyond those of your peers.”

  “Well, it’s kind of hard to focus on lectures and academia when I keep thinking of your dick inside of me.”

  I blurted out the words before I had a chance to really think about them. I clapped my hands over my mouth, waiting to hear his response. He just shook his head calmly and stood up from his seat behind the desk.

  “None of that matters,” he said, turning the laptop around so that I could see it. He came around and stood behind me.

  “What are you doing?” I said, trying to turn to face him.

  But he hold my body in place, pointing at the laptop.

  “I want you to read this,” he said.

  It was an article on organic compounds.

  “Aloud?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  I started reading.

  “Organic compounds are ones which are naturally occurring…” I began timidly, not sure where he was going with this. This was science, after all, not English class.

  I felt a breeze on my ass as he lifted up my skirt, exposing my panties. Pushing them to the side, he carefully put his index finger into my pussy.

  My pussy gripped firmly around his dick, making me yelp with surprise. I tried to turn again and look at him, only for him to put his other hand against my shoulder, forcing me to stay put.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, softly. “Keep reading. You need to be my good little student.”

  I could feel his breath in my ear as he groped my pussy, wiggling his fingers inside of me as I gasped. His fingers felt amazing inside me. I couldn’t focus on anything else but his hand. I wanted it to be his cock inside me.

  I tried to get my eyes to focus on the computer screen and managed to stammer out one word at a time while his fingers dove deeper into my wet hole. He stretched me open wide, playing with me while I read to him in between ever quickening breaths.

  “These…compounds…contain…foundational…elements…which…are…found…in…all…living…organism..”

  “There you go,” he said, fingering me faster and harder. “That’s a good little student. I loved how you followed the teacher’s instructions. Now, it’s pop quiz time.”

  My heart started beating faster.

  “You can’t be serious?” I asked breathlessly.

  At that point, I was holding myself up with the desk and pushing myself back to meet the thrusts of his finger.

  “I’m dead serious,” he said. “Now, what did the article say about organic compounds in terms of where they are found? And don’t feel any pressure or anything, but this is a quiz that you can swap with your last quiz grade. If you pass, that is.”

  I couldn’t breathe. My thoughts were racing. I felt my knees grow weaker with each thrust of his finger, as it swam around in my tight, wet pussy.

  My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the desk so hard, bracing myself from the shocks of pleasure racing through my body.

  “Next question,” came his even voice in my ear. “Where are the most common organic compounds found?”

  Had that even been answered in the article? My mind was reeling and my pussy was growing wetter by the second. He reached his other hand around, fishing around inside of my shirt and underneath my bra, rubbing his fingertips against my nipples, making my clit start to pulse with excitement.

  “You scream and it’s an automatic fail,” he warned, pressing his hard dick against my ass while his hands went to work inside of my pussy and against my nipple. “You just stay right there and concentrate on answering my questions.”

  I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

  When he saw that I wasn’t talking, he shook his head and sighed.

  “Isabel, I know that you can do better than this. You mean to tell me that when your pussy is hot and wet like this, when I’ve got my fingers deep inside of you, you lose your mind? Surely you can find a way to show me just how amazing you are. You are one of the best. Aren’t you?”

  He licked the back of my ear, tickling and exciting every nerve ending in my body. My pussy clutched his finger as hot wetness pooled inside of me, pouring out onto his hand.

  “I… I… I’m c-coming!” I said, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

  A huge gush of cum squirted from my pussy, covering his hand in sticky, wet goodness. He let out a satisfied groan as he rubbed his fingers together, staring at his hand in wild eyed excitement. I clutched the edge of the desk, still gasping for air as I tried to gain my composure.

  He pinched my clit and then my pussy hole a little bit more, rubbing the juices between his fingers as if he was savoring them. Finally, he took his hand away from me.

  “What if someone would have walked in?” I asked between breaths.

  He glanced toward the door before answering.

  “Well, they didn’t, which is good,” he said, smiling like he was hiding a secret. “But, I do have some bad news for you.”

  I stood up straight and looked at him.

  “Oh? What’s that?” I asked, looking up at my him, my arms folded across my chest.

  “You know that moment when you came all over my hand?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, that was the moment that you failed the pop quiz.”

  I laughed, sure that he must have been joking.

  But he didn’t laugh.

  “Oh my God! You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “Very. I think that it would be a good idea to get in a private study session. I have an hour free this afternoon after lunch. Why don’t you stop by my office then?”

  He sat back down at the desk and started typing away on the lap top like nothing had even happened between us just now, or ever.

  I mumbled out some sort of agreement, trying to get my legs to move so that I could walk. I felt so wobbly and unsteady, still.

  Was he really going to fail me? I wondered, as I struggled to gain my balance.

  Everything was a blur of lights and noise. I thought that I was going to pass out or be sick. I leaned forward, hoping that I wouldn’t pitch forward even more and sprawl out on my face.

  I took a few steps out of the classroom and ran right into Layla, causing an explosion of papers around us.

  “I’m so sorry!” I said, leaning down to help pick up the scattered papers.

  “It’s okay,” she said, standing up and peering behind me. “It’s just me. Where ya coming from?”

  Layla had on Spandex, like she was just leaving the gym. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her cheeks looked flush. I figured that I probably looked like I’d just had a workout myself.

  She squinted at me, like she had a hunch about something, but wasn’t quite sure.

  “Oh, I, um, just had organic chemistry,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

  I kept my eyes down to avoid her gaze, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to tell that I was hiding something.

  “Oh, my God!” she said, almost yelling. “You had sex! I know that look anywhere. Short of breath. In a daze. Confused. I bet if I put my hand between
your legs, your pussy would be wet.”

  A few heads turned to look in our direction. I pulled Layla to the side, trying to move as far away from that hallway as possible. I definitely didn’t want to get the rumor mill churning before Jace and I had a chance to even figure out what was going on with us. And I definitely didn’t want to draw the wrong type of attention to Jace at the school, which also turned out to be his place of employment, in a position that he had worked hard to get and that I was sure he wanted to keep.

  “Not so loud!” I hissed at Layla. “Okay, yes. We had sex. Well, not right now. He just fingered me in class.”

  “In front of everyone?” she asked, almost knocking me over when she turned toward me.

  “No. Everyone had left already. This was after, almost moments before we literally ran into each other. I guess it was some sort of game of his, to finger me and give me a pop quiz at the same time.”

  “Ooooooo!” she said playfully. “So, you’ve got fresh cum in your panties, huh?”

  I choked out a laugh, her comment catching me off guard.

  “Well, actually, I’m not wearing any panties.”

  We both laughed as we walked on to our next class.

  “Well, I failed the pop quiz, so I’m going to have a private study session with him later.”

  “Ooooo la la,” said Layla, wiggling her fingers at me. I batted her hand away, trying to get serious.

  “Don’t tell anyone,” I said to Layla. “I mean, I don’t think that you will, but… you know…”

  She patted my arm reassuringly.

  “Trust me, honey, I know better than you think,” said Layla.

  She got that same sad, longing look in her eyes that she had gotten when she told me about the professor that she had slept with.

  “Yeah, well, everything kind of happened fast…”

  “I hope not too fast,” said Layla, winking and nudging me with her elbow.

  She chuckled at her own joke.

  “I’m being serious,” I said, pulling away from her and looking at her.

  “Okay, okay,” she said, putting her hands up in surrender. “I get it. It’s serious. Your secret’s safe with me. And don’t worry about me judging you or anything because I’ve been where you are. Besides, I’m glad to see you finally doing something fun and enjoying yourself. That is what college is supposed to be about, not these boring academics that you like to busy yourself with. Fun.”

  After pausing and thinking for a moment, she added, “And it’s not like you’re going to fall in love with the guy, right? That would be messy and stupid.”

  She shook her head.

  “Yeah, I know…” I said softly.

  I understood what she meant and why she said it, especially after hearing about what had happened to her.

  But I couldn’t help but feel like part of me wasn’t so sure what was going to happen. I had no crystal ball with which to predict the future.

  And even though I could try to tell myself that I wouldn’t let my heart get too caught up in it, I was already wondering if it was too late to stop that from happening.

  Chapter 10

  Jace

  I raced down the hall just as the clock sounded, indicating the end of the lunch hour, wishing that I had more time to get my office prepared for our private study session. I wasn’t quite sure if I could call it much of an office since it was one of the smaller rooms in the school.

  The janitor joked that it was only slightly bigger than his storage closet. But I had done all that I could to make it cozy. I had stuffed a large desk and an oversized leather office chair into the room.

  I remembered a couple of my frat brothers, Brett and Steve, sweating and panting clumsily as they helped me get the desk off the forklift and into the room. We looked like the Three Stooges, I was sure.

  I found a regular chair from one of the classrooms to put across from the desk. Behind the desk were book shelves filled with dissertations, textbooks, and other self-help books that had served me well over the years. And they also gave me the chance to introduce my students to other realms of thought outside of a classroom setting.

  But I knew that what Izzy and I were going to be doing would hardly qualify as studying.

  I laughed at the thought of us studying. Yes, I would become a student, but it wouldn’t have anything to do with academia. Ever since I had gotten a taste of it, the only thing that I was interested in studying was every inch of Izzy’s body.

  After I had tidied up, stacking the papers scattered across my desk into a neat pile and putting them on the edge of it, I absentmindedly stared at the poster that I had found in my second year of college tossed in a pile of junk from a student who had been kicked out of the school.

  The poor guy had just sat there, looking sad. I asked if I could have the poster and he nodded, not even bothering to look up. Ironically, it was a picture of a cat holding onto a tree branch with the caption “Hang in there”.

  I folded my arms and leaned back against the desk, resting my butt on the edge of the desk, smiling nostalgically back to those days when it was hard. My smile faded as I remembered that Izzy was probably going through much of what I had been going at that time and I felt a twinge of guilt.

  Here I was, eagerly preparing to ravish her, when what she probably really needed was the study session that I had promised her. I made a mental promise to myself that I would schedule an actual study session with her so that I could make sure that she kept up her academic success.

  Five minutes had gone by and I didn’t see her. After ten minutes, I started to wonder if she had changed her mind.

  I was just about to give up on the idea of her coming and head back to the classroom when I heard a soft knock on the door.

  My heart fluttered, and I let out a relieved sigh. I couldn’t believe how much I had been looking forward to seeing her.

  And now, here she was.

  I opened the door, looking out into the hallway to see if there was anyone around. The hallway was deserted. It wasn’t uncommon for me to have students in my office for private study sessions, but this was no ordinary session.

  And for what I had planned, I would rather anyone not notice that she had come into my office.

  I greeted her sweetly, locking the door behind her as she entered. We stared at each other for a moment, time seeming to stand still. I wanted to rush toward her, take her into my arms, and rip her clothes off of her, but the way that she stood there, uncertainly looking at me and surveying the room, I waited, just watching her silently. She slowly inched her away toward the desk, her eyes darting from wall to wall.

  “I guess you didn’t have enough clout to get a room with a view, huh?” she asked, her voice playful and light.

  I smirked, rubbing my neck.

  “Yeah, I know. Sorry,” I told her, apologetically.

  She moved closer to me, leaning her body into mine.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s probably for the best that we don’t have a window. That means that we won’t have an audience.”

  I was itching to take her. I could feel the heat rising from my neck.

  “I want to make love to you,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her ear and neck softly.

  She wrapped her slender arms around my neck, pulling me in closer to her to relish every kiss that I placed gingerly on the side of her face and neck.

  I stepped away from her slightly, bringing her body into full view. I slowly peeled off the t-shirt that she was wearing and stared admiringly at her topless body. She folded her arms across her chest and I pulled her arms away.

  “No,” I told her firmly. “I want to see all of you.”

  She reluctantly unfolded her arms, exposing her full, firm breasts, her pink nipples growing harder the longer that we stood there. I cupped my hand under one of them, her warm, soft skin squishy in my grasp, bulging between the gaps in my fingers.

  She moaned, her plump pink lips vibrating slightly. Not wanting the oth
er breast to be left unattended, I gave that one a gentle squeeze, too. I leaned down and pulled off her short, plaid skirt, the fabric crumpling onto the floor around her feet.

  Her slender frame looked amazing as she stood there, even under the fluorescent light of my tiny office. Her dark brown hair looked silky smooth, shaped into a perfect triangle. I ran my hands against her pussy, petting it, rolling the hairs at the end of her pussy lips between my forefinger and thumb. She pulled back, poking her butt out behind her, like my fingers were tickling her. They probably were.

  I could tell that she was getting turned on as she tried to clamp her legs around my hand. I pried her legs open with both hands, giving her a warning look to keep them open. She didn’t try to resist. She opened her legs wider, letting my fingers wander into her pussy, flicking her clit back and forth with my finger.

  My mouth watered, wanting to take her pussy into it, but I settled myself with just playing with her. She grinded her hips, circling them to meet the steady thrust of my fingers. Her pussy was getting more slippery by the second, making my dick jump to attention in my confining jeans. I pulled them off with my free hand, not missing a beat in flicking her clit back and forth and pushing my finger in and out of her pussy.

  I wanted to stay there, teasing her for hours, but I knew that we didn’t have that long.

  I sat down in the chair behind the desk, the cold leather sticking to my bare ass.

  “Come here,” I said, beckoning for her to sit on top of me.

  She eyed my hard dick standing at full attention, its head swaying back and forth as blood pulsed through it. She leaned down, getting eye level with my dick. She leaned over, pressing her lips against its head, kissing it gently.

  She darted her tongue around the head of my dick, making little beads of precum seep out of its tip. She lapped them up hungrily, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she licked and slurped on the tip of my dick.

  I watched with desire as she took my whole dick into her mouth, her throat contracting against my cock. I had to look away and pull back a little so that I would blow a wad of cum into the back of her throat.

  Her mouth felt so wet and hot, I almost didn’t want to come out of it. But I had another idea that I wanted to try out. I pulled my dick out of her mouth.