Filthy Professor: A Bad Boy Professor Romance

by Amy Brent

  She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

  “I want to suck your cock, Professor Clark. And no one would ever have to know.”

  She stepped back, drank the last of her beer, and set the mug on the bar. Before she walked away, she gave me a dreamy look and licked her lips.

  “I’m going to pee,” she said. “Why don’t you join me.”

  Courtney

  I saw Logan Clark the moment he came through Goldie’s front door. I’d been sitting at the corner table with my roommate Mindy and a few other friends for nearly two hours, sipping slowly on a Diet Coke to stay sober while hoping he’d show up.

  I had spotted Professor Brooks at the bar when I came in. He was already slumped on his usual stool, drowning his sorrows in beer and whiskey shots.

  Poor guy.

  Everyone knew that he’d caught his wife banging a football player a few months back and still wasn’t over it. Since then, he was in Goldie’s every night, always at the end of the bar, always drunk and sad and whining to anyone who would listen.

  If my sights hadn’t been set on nailing Logan Clark, I might have tossed poor Professor Brooks a pity-fuck, just to let him know what a young pussy felt like, and to let him know that he would be okay and could move on. There were lots of desperate old ladies on eHarmony that would have snapped him up.

  Oh well, maybe Professor Clark would hook him up with one of the old bitches he was regularly banging once we started fucking. There was no doubt in my mind: once Logan Clark got a taste of what I had between my legs, he’d never want to fuck those old ladies again.

  Golden State is a big school, but talk and innuendo run rampant like a small-town rumor mill. It was common knowledge that Logan Clark was fucking half the female faculty and would probably fuck the other half before all was said and done.

  He seemed to be working his way through the entire academic staff. Rumor was that he was even fucking old Dean Martha Warner. If so, I bet he had to brush away the cobwebs and blow away the dust off her old cooch before shoving his big cock into her. Christ, it had to be like fucking a dry hole. I had no idea what he was thinking. Why is he screwing those old bags when he could have his pick of hot, young coeds… like me.

  Maybe he was just afraid of losing his job. There were strict rules prohibiting fraternization, i.e. sex of any kind, between professors and students, but I guess the professors and administrators could fuck each other till the cows came home.

  I couldn’t think of any other reason a man like Logan Clark, who could pass for thirty any day of the week, would want to shove his sweet cock into the dusty old bungholes of the faculty women.

  The only woman he was fucking that was halfway decent was Sheila Denning, the head of the math department. She was probably my mom’s age and was holding up pretty well. She had a cute face, good tits, and a decent ass that the male students always commented on. I’m sorry, the other women Logan was screwing were just old skanks.

  Hmmm, maybe that was his thing.

  I had a daddy complex.

  Maybe Logan Clark had an old skank complex.

  If so… ew!!

  Logan finally came in after midnight and went straight to the bar to hang with Professor Brooks, who was so drunk by then he could barely stand. I gave Logan time to get a couple of shots in him, then picked up an empty beer mug from the table and pushed my way to the bar.

  I bellied up to the bar next to Logan, expecting him to notice me right off the bat. I had on a super-tight crop top and a pair of short denims that showed off my tan, toned legs. Logan was oblivious. He was staring off into space with a sour look on his face, like he was thinking about something he didn’t like.

  I waited for a second, then cleared my throat and said, “Why the long face?” When he looked at me and smiled I almost creamed my cut-offs.

  Ten minutes later, I told him I wanted to suck his cock and strolled off toward the women’s restroom. Now here I was, standing at the bathroom sink, glancing at my makeup in the mirror to kill time, waiting to hear him knock on the door.

  Another two minutes went by.

  Several girls knocked on the door and yelled that they had to pee, but I barked at them that the restroom was occupied.

  I washed my hands and took my time drying them off.

  Still, no Logan Clark.

  Well, fuck.

  So much for that idea.

  Maybe I was too young and hot for him.

  Maybe I didn’t have enough wrinkles on my face or rust on my cunt.

  Maybe my boobs were too young and firm for his tastes.

  Maybe I’d been wrong to set my sights on Logan Clark.

  Maybe I should drag Professor Brooks back to my place and work out my frustrations on him. He wasn’t nearly as hot as Professor Clark, but he’d do in a horny pinch. He would be so grateful I bet he’d even let me use a strap-on on him.

  Regardless, I wasn’t giving up on my quest to have Logan Clark’s cock inside every hole in my body.

  I’d just have to adjust my strategy.

  When the prey evades, the hunter adjusts.

  Then I pulled open the restroom door and there he was, standing with his arms spread and hands on the doorframe, like Jesus on the cross, with a devious look in his eye. I glanced down at the front of his jeans to check out the bulge I’d been dying to see for so long. I was not disappointed

  He put his hand between my breasts and pushed me back into the bathroom, then closed and locked the door.

  When his dark eyes met mine and he started toward me, I felt my hot pussy juices starting to flow.

  Logan

  I stood at the bar for a few minutes, finishing my beer and letting my various body parts argue it out.

  My brain argued that it wasn’t worth risking tenure, even if it was just a blowjob in the restroom. My brain knew from experience that blowjobs in restrooms often led to other things, like fucking in the back of a Volvo.

  My cock and balls joined together to call my brain a pussy and told my feet to get moving, goddammit.

  My brain called my cock and balls troublemakers and told my feet not to move.

  My tongue wondered what her pussy would taste like.

  My lips wondered how long her nipples might be.

  My brain told them all to shut the fuck up.

  Then things turned ugly.

  My cock threatened to piss in my pants if it didn’t get its way.

  “I think I’ve had enough,” Tom said as he stumbled back from the restroom and slid onto the stool. He frowned at the full mug of beer and the fresh whiskey shot waiting for him. “Did I order that?”

  “You did,” I said, patting him on the back. “Drink up. I’m gonna take a piss, then I’ll get you home.”

  My cock and balls whistled a happy tune as my feet walked us toward the restrooms at the back of the club.

  My lips and tongue joined in, humming along.

  Even my fingers gave a little snap.

  Only my brain was silent.

  It was smart enough to know when it had lost an argument.

  And loved to say I told you so.

  * * *

  The restroom door opened just as I was about to knock. Courtney Shaw gawked at me with a shocked look on her face, as if she was surprised to see me, like maybe she didn’t think I’d call her bluff.

  I put a hand between her big tits and pushed her back into the restroom. I closed and locked the door. I licked my lips and moved toward her before my brain had time to change its mind.

  She was standing with her back against the wall. I stepped in front of her and pressed my body to hers. My cock pulsed against her. I kept my hands at my side. My nostrils flared as I breathed in her scent; soapy, sweaty, tangy sex.

  “You said something about sucking my cock,” I said, my eyes sweeping around her beautiful face. She put her fingers on my belt buckle and leaned her lips up to mine. I pushed her hands away and shook my head. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her hard against
the wall. She blinked at me with a look of fear in her eyes.

  I said, “No kissing. No touching. No talking. Just sucking. And swallowing.”

  She frowned and let her eyes burn into mine for a second, then a smile slowly curled at the corners of her plump lips. I fought the urge to kiss her, to suck on her tongue and dig my fingers into her big tits. I wanted to bend her over the sink and fuck her hard from behind, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. That was a line I could not cross.

  Just a blowjob, my brain said in a scolding tone, like a mother telling her unruly kids they only got one scoop of ice cream because they’ve been so bad. Take out your cock, shove it in her mouth, and let her suck you off, then get the fuck out of here before someone sees you together.

  “Fine,” she said, swirling her tongue over her lips. “No kissing. No touching. No talking. Just sucking and swallowing.” She pushed me back and nodded at the bulge pushing against the front of my jeans. “But I can’t do anything until you whip it out.”

  I gave her a blank look as I unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans, and pushed them down to my knees. My cock sprang out like a diving board, hard and long. It was so motherfucking hard it ached in anticipation of having her lips around it.

  “Suck it,” I whispered, leaning back against the sink. She got to her knees in front of me. Her fingers came up to go around my shaft.

  “No touching,” I said again, pushing her hand away. “Only your mouth.”

  “Professor Clark, so many rules,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. She held up her hand. “I can’t just use one hand to hold it steady?”

  “You said you wanted to suck my cock,” I said. “Now shut the fuck up and suck it.”

  She put her hands behind her back and leaned in until her lips were an inch from the head of my cock. She put the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock and swirled it around the head, making me jump.

  She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and dipped her head to lift up my cock and lick the bottom of my shaft from my balls to the slit. I shuddered as her tongue paused to lick the little bundle of nerves at the base of the head.

  I put my hands behind me and braced my palms on the sink as she took me into her mouth, pressing her lips around the shaft and leaning forward until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

  She was good. Better even than Sheila Denning, who gave the best blowjobs on campus, at least to me. Courtney didn’t gag, even though she had nine inches of cock in her mouth and throat.

  I bit my tongue and forced myself not to moan out loud. I’d been with a lot of women, but I’d never had a blowjob quite like this. I tried to remember the last time I’d been with a twenty-something year old. Sadly, I couldn’t remember, it had been that long.

  Courtney slid her mouth over my cock until her nose was nearly touching my curly blond pubes, then she tightened her lips around the shaft and drew her mouth back slowly until the head of my cock appeared at her lips.

  “Holy… fuck…” I sighed, swallowing hard, trying to keep my knees from shaking.

  “Do you like that, professor?” she said, smiling up at me. “You should feel what I can do with my pussy.”

  “No talking,” I said, the words panting out of me. “Suck me. Make me cum, swallow it all.”

  “With pleasure,” she said, taking me into her mouth again. I closed my eyes as she quickened the pace of her suction, my cock sliding in and out faster now, her lips wrapping tighter, milking me with each incredible stroke.

  I began to moan, which made her moan and suck even faster. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. Every muscle in my body tightened and I held my breath as I exploded in her mouth.

  I heard her moan and looked down to see milky white ropes of cum shooting into her open mouth and down her chin. She couldn’t resist bringing a hand up to milk my cock as it shot its load. I didn’t stop her. It felt too fucking amazing.

  I blew out a long breath as she squeezed my cock one last time to get out every last drop of hot jizz. She licked my cock clean and leaned back on her heels. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, looked up at me, and smiled.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to continue this at my place?” she asked. She put her hands on the sides of her big tits and squeezed them together. “If you have some silly rule about not fucking your students, you can stick your cock between my tits and come on my chest. Or in my ass…”

  Wow, who was this girl and where had she been all my life?

  Oh yeah, she’s been in middle school.

  I tucked my cock, still damp with her spit, back into my pants, then reached down to lift her up. She was momentarily in my arms. She pressed herself against me. Her lips were close enough to mine that I could smell my cum on her breath.

  I fought to resist the urge to kiss her, to grab her ass and pull her into me. Thankfully, Tom pounded on the door, interrupting what might have been a very bad decision on my part.

  “Hey, Logan, you in there?” he called, words slurring. He slapped a palm on the door. “Come on, man, it’s time to go home.”

  “I have to go,” I said, gazing into her eyes.

  “I know,” she said, dragging a fingernail down my chin. She pulled away from me and smiled. “I’ll see you in class.”

  Courtney

  “So, I gave him the best blowjob of his life, then he casually tucked his cock back into his jeans and ducked out the door like it was no big deal. I mean, seriously? Is that how he acts when old Martha Warner is blowing him in the restroom at Ruby Tuesdays?”

  Mindy was sitting cross-legged on the foot of my bed, digging into the tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream sitting between us and listening to me rant about my encounter with Logan Clark in Goldie’s restroom. She held the spoon between her lips and gawked at me.

  “What? Dean Warner gave him a blowjob in the restroom at Ruby Tuesdays? No fucking way.”

  “Way,” I said, dipping my spoon into the tub.

  “Wait, how do you know that?”

  I rolled my eyes with the spoon at my mouth. Licking ice cream from my lips, I said, “Let’s just say that a certain professor that has a crush on me told me about it. It was after a faculty dinner or something. He said Warner was drunk and practically dragged Logan into the women’s restroom, gave him a blowjob, then fucked him in the back of her car.”

  “No fucking way,” Mindy said again. It was her favorite saying. “Honestly, Courtney, I don’t understand why you’re so hot for this guy. I mean, he’s a total pussy hound and seems more interested in old ladies than young girls. You could fuck any other professor on staff. Why are you so hung up on Logan Clark?”

  “There’s just something about him that makes my blood boil,” I said, licking ice cream off the spoon. “Like tonight, I’m on my knees in the fucking restroom with his cock in my mouth, and all I could think about was how happy I was making him. I kept looking up at his face and it just made me want to do anything to please him.”

  “Oh my god, Courtney,” she said, eyes wide. “This isn’t just another old guy you want to fuck. You’ve got a major crush on him.”

  “No, I don’t,” I argued. “And he’s not an old guy.”

  “Yes you do and yes he is,” she said, shaking the spoon at me. “I’ve known you for three years and I know how you operate.”

  I frowned at her. “What does that mean?”

  “It means you’re a borderline nympho with a major daddy complex,” she said, trying to be all serious and analytical through the haze of alcohol, pot, and ice cream that was running through her system. “You’ve fucked a lot of guys, but you’ve never had that dreamy look in your eye when you talked about them.”

  “What dreamy look,” I said, struggling to put on a blank face. “I’m just drunk.”

  “Bullshit,” she snorted. “You nursed a Diet Coke all fucking night and you watched the door like a fucking sniper, waiting for him to come in.”

  “What, are you monitoring me now
?” I asked, seriously getting a little pissed.

  “No, I’m just telling you what I saw.” She dug out another spoonful of ice cream and put it between her lips. With the ice cream melting on her tongue, she said, “I think you might have a thing for Logan Clark that goes beyond your usual infatuation.”

  I thought about it for a moment, then stuck my spoon into the ice cream and gave her a little shrug. “So, what if I do?”

  “You tell me,” she said, picking up the tub of ice cream and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “What if you do?”

  * * *

  I waited until Mindy left and closed my door, then I leaned down to reach beneath my bed and bring up my Magic Toy Box.

  My Magic Toy Box was what I called the shoe box that held my personal collection of toys: dildos, vibrators, ben-wa balls, butt plugs, and other goodies I had collected over the years of my sexual misadventures. Sucking Logan’s cock had left me hot and horny. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep until I gave myself a little satisfaction.

  I chose the aptly-named Vibrating Egg; a small vibrator the shape and size of an egg, designed to be turned on and shoved deep inside the cunt. I swear, you can feel the damn thing vibrating your pussy walls all the way into your throat.

  Then I chose a twelve-inch rubber dildo that felt incredibly like the real thing. I tugged my nightshirt over my head and tossed it aside. I never wore panties when I slept.

  I set the Magic Toy Box on the floor and turned off the light, then lay back and spread my legs.

  I turned on the Vibrating Egg. My pussy flushed at the sound of it. I inserted it into my cunt and pushed it in as far as it would go. My entire body began to tingle as it was vibrated from the inside out.

  I didn’t have to lube up the dildo because my pussy had been gushing since the moment Logan came across my lips. I exhaled as I slid the dildo into my pussy. When the head of the dildo hit the Vibrating Egg, the vibrations went thru the dildo and into my clit. I held it there for a moment, shuddering, then began sliding the dildo in and out, in and out.