The Professor

by Leigh, Josie

  The Professor

  By Josie Leigh

  The Professor

  Published by Josie Leigh

  Copyright 2013 Josie Leigh

  License Notes

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  Cover design by Josie Leigh, Createspace

  Cover Art by Cover art from © Wisky | Dreamstime.com

  This story is for entertainment purposes only. Names, characters, places, events, most businesses and organizations are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 1

  “Turn and put your hands on the wall,” he hissed in her ear, prompting her to obey his command immediately. “Arch your back,” he ordered, trailing a hand down the curve of her nearly bare spine and causing her body to shudder at the elicit contact. Suppressing a wanton moan, she shuffled her feet back to do as he’d asked, spreading her legs as she went. “Perfect,” he whispered, halting her movement.

  Facing the wall, she struggled for breath, panting with anticipation, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she pressed her forehead against the cool, but unforgiving gray brick wall in front of her. While she’d hoped that he would want her, she never imagined it would be like this.

  “Stand just like this, don’t move,” he instructed, his hands traced a smoldering path from the top of her knee high black stockings up her milky white thighs under her short green skirt, before his fingers explored the crease where her ass met her legs. Her core flooded with moisture at the thought of his ministrations so close to where she wanted him, where she needed him. Unknowingly, she circled her hips, trying to persuade him to move faster, a soft groan of frustration escaping her ruby lips. “If you move again, we are done here, understand?” he breathed, pulling his hands away and stepping back, leaving her cold.

  Frantically, she nodded her head against the wall in acquiescence, trying to situate her body again for him. “Yes, yes, I understand,” she panted out. “I’m sorry.”

  “Good,” he said, and she could hear the sinister smile in his voice. “Because I want to take you against this wall, but I won’t if you can’t follow simple directions. Now, are you going to hold still or do I need to find another pupil to bury myself in this afternoon?”

  “No, Professor, I’ll be good. I promise. I need it to be me,” she begged.

  “I know you do,” he said, lifting her skirt to expose her ass to the air conditioned room. “I can smell your want from here,” he continued, his voice now more gravely with desire, as she felt his nose probing against her black lace thong. “Smells even better up close, don’t you agree?” he asked, pushing deeper into the apex of her thighs to immerse himself in the musk of her arousal. “I can feel how wet you are. Is this all for me?” he asked.

  “Yes, Professor,” she whispered into the brick wall, willing herself to keep as still as possible, even though she knew her legs were shaking with need.

  “I need a taste,” he said, pulling her panties to the side. Her knees buckled when she felt the first soft swipe of his tongue against her clit. “Mmmm, just like honey, so sweet,” he said approvingly, before lapping at her aching pussy again. “I know you want to move, but fight it, fight it hard.” As he finished his words, two of his fingers breached her roughly, joining with his mouth now sucking on her clit. She was going to come quickly, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to stay upright when it happened…

  “Now, I have office hours today until four, but after that I’m off campus until next week,” her professor announced from his position in front of the class, pulling her from her erotic daydream. It had been so real that she could feel the moisture pooling onto the seat below her. Squirming, she tried to find a way to quell the desire coursing through her body, but she found no relief. She’d almost come in the middle of class, she should be mortified. Instead, she found herself even more keyed up at the thought that she might’ve lost control in front of her classmates, that her professor might’ve figured out that he was the object of her desire.

  **

  “Class is cancelled for Wednesday, but the exam will be Friday as scheduled,” Professor Areleon announced to the class as everyone started to pack up after the lecture. “Since we won’t go over chapter six in class, you will be responsible for completing the required reading on your own.” A small chorus of groans erupted through the lecture hall, as maybe 25% of the students in attendance actually heard his words. The other 75% were already mentally walking to their next class. Packing up his own materials, he did what he could to keep his greedy eyes off of the beautiful co-ed in the first row. He’d noticed her the first day of class, blonde, long tan legs, ample chest that she wasn’t opposed to showing off from time to time, and inquisitive brown eyes. Just as he moved to avert his gaze, she looked up at him. Fuck, he thought as he watched her breathe speed up, her lips parted deliciously, and a serene, expectant look came over her face, like she was submitting to him without any direct order. Her cheeks were flushed, giving away her, obvious, arousal. He was grateful to be standing behind the lectern when he felt his cock stir in his pants.

  He watched, in slow motion, as she walked toward him. She didn’t stalk after him, or look predatory in her approach, but he could tell she wanted something from him, and it wasn’t a new copy of the syllabus. Unbidden, he wondered what she would look like wearing a thin band of his possession around her neck. Announcing to everyone that mattered that she was taken, his. Inwardly, he frowned at the direction of his thoughts. It wasn’t because he cared that it was against the rules for teachers and students to have personal relations. It was more that he’d never considered collaring someone before, but the desire to bind her to him was overwhelming.

  The sight of her in her white button down shirt, only the collar button undone and forest green skirt that just touched the top of her black over the knee socks had him wishing the classroom was empty. He had no idea if she was in the scene, or just naturally submissive. Asking such a question of her in this setting, though, was out of the question.

  “Professor?” she asked, so softly he almost didn’t hear her, but her voice was so melodic he wanted her to speak again.

  “Speak up,” he commanded.

  “Professor?” she asked, louder this time, but there was still a bit of timidity in the question.

  “Yes?” he asked, raising a dark eyebrow at her question, his blue eyes burning with intrigue.

  “Um, I was hoping that I could sign up for tutoring next week, during your office hours?” she fidgeted with the book in her hand. Oh how he’d love to train her to be more confident in her stance and her words, he had no patience for people who wasted his time.

  “I’d love to set up a time to tutor you,” he smiled, darkly, knowing that the offer wasn’t just for help with sociological concepts. “How’s next Monday, when I’m back on campus?” he offered. “7pm?”

  “But that’s after your office hours,
Professor,” she shook her head, confused.

  “I’m well aware of that, Miss Carson, but I do have a full docket of other tutees during that time, and I figured you were looking for a one on one session. However, if I’ve read your intent incorrectly, I’d be happy to give you the time of one of my group sessions,” he explained, folding his hands over the lectern and leveling her with a panty melting smile.

  “Um,” she started, flustered at his words, “no, do you didn’t misinterpret my dire need for help, and I’m grateful that you’d sacrifice your personal time to help me.”

  “It’s no sacrifice,” he stated, simply. “I’ll see you in my office on Monday evening then,” he dismissed.

  “Yes, Sir,” he heard her breathe out as he turned toward the door behind him. How was he going to get through the next week knowing the promise their tutoring session held for both of them?

  **

  His fingers caressed the satin of her hair from behind her ear down her back to the silk of her skin, tracing an erotic path over every inch of her bareness.

  “God, you look beautiful like this,” he said, huskily, pulling his hands around to her front to massage her exposed breasts. The position of her bound hands above her head pulled them up, high and tight on her chest; her raspberry red nipples were taut under his palms. She bowed her head slightly and her cheeks pinked in response to his words. “Oh, are we shy now?” he joked before moving to take her breast into his mouth and sucking. At her answering moan, his pants tightened to an uncomfortable level. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he told her as his fingers trailed lower, over her navel and down to the trimmed patch of blonde curls. “Fuck, you are soaked, baby,” he whispered, teasing her clit. “Hmmm, should I make you come this way first, Miss Carson? Or should I deny you that pleasure until I’m inside of you?”

  “I need you to fuck me, Professor,” she panted out. “I need your cock to be so far inside me that I can’t remember anything other than the fact that I’m yours, that I’ll always be yours. I want to come so that you can feel what you do to me all around your dick, then I want to lick you clean.”

  Her words nearly had him coming in his pants, but he took a deep breath and started to disrobe in front of her. “Do you know how much I want you right now?” he asked, trying to tame his lust for her, even though his cock jumped at the sight of her bound before him. “You are already mine, this will just make it official,” he told her, lining himself up below her and lifting her legs around his waist. Slowly, he began to penetrate her moist heat…

  FUCK! Professor Areleon shot forward in his king sized bed, the cool sheets pooled around his bare waist. He’d been dreaming about her every night since he’d agreed to tutor her, which wouldn’t be a problem if every single dream hadn’t been interrupted before he could slide into her body. Looking down, his cock was an angry red, straining for release from the extremely lifelike dream, but he refused to fuck himself to release. No, he wanted to save it all for his beautiful student.

  Chapter 2

  “Is it considered a cliché to want to bang the shit out of your Human Sexuality professor?” Sabrina Carson asked her roommate, Gina, the following Monday as she was getting ready for her tutoring session.

  “Not when he looks like Professor Areleon. It’s like Ian Harding and Ian Somerhalder had a baby,” she sighed, a dreamy look in her eye. “It’s not fair to unleash all that hotness on the unsuspecting, horny college girl population like that. Besides, you’re over twenty-one, he cannot be a day over twenty-eight, if he weren’t your professor, he’d be in your dating pool. Hell, he could be in his thirties and he’d still tick every single box of what constitutes a quality lay.”

  Sabrina pulled a pair of jeans from her closet and moved to put them on. “You can’t wear those,” Gina scoffed, yanking the jeans from her hands. “I will disown you if you dress like a nun to this session, Sabrina.”

  “Nuns don’t wear jeans, Gina,” she retorted.

  “You know what I mean, don’t be obtuse,” her roommate said throwing two small pieces of clothing at her.

  “I can’t wear these,” Sabrina shook her head, examining the tiny black pleated skirt and red halter top.

  “Yes, you can, because if I can’t bang him, I’m going to live vicariously through you while you do,” Gina crossed her arms over her chest. “No panties under that skirt, hair down and your white cardigan undone over the shirt. Just a hint of sassy and sweet.”

  “Kendra tried to seduce him last semester and he, not only, completely rejected her, he also failed her and got her put on academic probation!”

  “That’s because Kendra was trying to talk him into changing her grade from a D to an A, Sabrina. Besides, you aren’t going to need to seduce him. He’s going to take one look at you in this outfit, you are going to strategically cross and uncross your legs in front of him, and he’s going to be buried so deep in your pussy before you can ask him what next week’s reading assignment is,” Gina spelled out.

  Sabrina rolled her eyes and pulled on the clothes her roommate had given her. “I will concede to wearing this, just to prove to you that it’s not going to happen with him.”

  “Whatever,” her roommate dismissed as Sabrina retrieved her bag and headed for the door. “Panties, Sabrina!”

  With an exasperated sigh, Sabrina removed her panties from under her skirt and flicked them at a laughing Gina as she left for her appointment with her professor.

  **

  “Lateness will not be tolerated, Miss Carson,” Professor Areleon said, calmly as Sabrina appeared in his office doorway. He could already tell it was going to be a long night from the patent leather black heels that were in his line of vision. Slowly, he let his eyes follow her lean tan legs up to the tease of a skirt she wore. It barely covered the curve of her ass, and he wondered what nirvana he could find beneath it. He schooled his expression as his gaze fell on the scarlet halter barely visible under the cream cardigan buttoned mid-way and the swell of her breasts pushed up deliciously above the sloping neckline of her shirt. Her ash blonde hair spilled over one shoulder, her brown eyes bright and her cheeks were flushed as if she’d run to get there on time. “I can see from your panting that you did, at least, try to arrive on time. So I will let it go, but see that it doesn’t happen again. I’m not a fan of wasting my personal time,” he admonished.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, bowing her head and taking a seat on the chair just inside the doorway and directly across from his desk. Pulling her backpack from her back, she retrieved her books and crossed her legs.

  “You won’t need your book right away,” he waved off her preparedness. “I need to get a feel for what you know and what sections you are lacking,” his pale blue eyes flashed to hers as he watched an involuntary shiver move through her body and she squirmed in her seat.

  “Is that so?” she asked, leaning down to set the book on the floor and giving him an eyeful of her cleavage. His slacks tightened to new levels of discomfort. He didn’t think there was anything she could do to make him harder, but he was wrong. At that moment, as she sat up in her chair, she crossed her legs again and he caught a peek of blonde curls under her skirt. Holy shit.

  “Miss Carson, did you forget your panties tonight?” he asked, suddenly sick of the tutoring pretense and eager to get to the real reason they both knew she was there. He couldn’t believe the innocent blush that settled on her cheeks at his question. “Answer me,” he commanded.

  “No, Professor. I didn’t forget them,” she said, softly.

  “Close the door, Sabrina,” he told her. “I want to get to the real reason you’ve requested tutoring.”

  “Okay,” she nodded, standing and closing the oak door to his office.

  “Lock it,” he directed and she obeyed before taking her seat again. “You have an A in my class, Miss Carson. In fact, you set the curve on Friday’s exam according to my grad students. What do you hope to get out of these sessions?”

  “You,” sh
e answered, a determined look in her caramel brown eyes.

  “Then get over here and sit in front of me on my desk,” he instructed and she scrambled to comply. “Put your feet on the arm rests of my chair.” Sabrina tentatively did as he asked, keeping her knees together out of modesty. He almost moaned at how she could be so innocent and so wanton at the same time, it was intoxicating. When he finally allowed his hands to touch her, he started at her ankles, gliding up to her knees, gently easing them apart to get his first, unobstructed look at the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. “If you want me, Sabrina, I’m going to have to take back my dismissal of your tardiness, because it is unacceptable. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I didn’t mean to be late,” she said, remorsefully as his hands continued to slide toward the apex of her thighs. He felt her start to shake under his touch; she was more turned on by this than he could’ve ever hoped.

  “You’ve scened before, haven’t you?” he asked, his fingers caressing the neatly trimmed curls under her skirt, denying her what she wanted.

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed a shuddered breath.

  “I can’t say I’m not disappointed by this news, but I’m also not surprised. Did you know who I was?” he asked, moving his hands further from her desire, to her inner thighs.

  “No, Sir, but I suspected. I’ve never been attracted to a man who wasn’t in the Scene,” she confessed.

  “I won’t be your first, but you can be sure I’ll be your last,” he threatened, finally breeching her with his finger hard and rough, giving her just a small taste of his possession. The low moan from the back of her throat had him fighting to stay in control. She needed to be punished, and he knew just how. “I want to spank you for your tardiness, but since we are in my office in a very busy building, I’m going to fuck you against my desk, hard and rough. You will not make a noise and you will not come. If you fail this test, we’ll be done,” he decreed, but knowing that he didn’t know if he could walk away from her and all he saw in her potential to please him. “Do you understand?”