by Mia Ford
"Shoo Sprinkles. I don't want your innocent eyes to see this," I told her. She responded with a meow and proceeded to sit down on the hardwood floor and lick herself. I slid down to the floor, legs wide open as I looked at my phone. On the screen was the picture of Professor Moore stretching. And what was that? I zoomed in to the front of his towel and let out a combination of a moan and a squeal, my free hand finding its way to the slippery lips between my legs. Professor Moore had blessed me with a dick print!
I stroked the fire between my legs, relishing how slick my fingers were getting. I imagined Professor Moore standing over me, his dick dangling behind his towel, and my fingers dove deep into my pussy. I imagined myself pulling his towel off and his hard dick springing up to look me in the face and my mouth salivated. I wanted to take his huge dick in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as my fingers caressed my hard clit, my hips grinding against the floor.
"Mm Professor Moore," I moaned as I licked my pouty pink lips. I stuck my wet hand in my mouth and sucked the juices off as my other hand took its place between my legs. I eased my fingers inside as my thumb worked my clit, lost in my fantasy and blinded by my oncoming orgasm. I came on my hand on the living room floor calling out Professor Moore's name while Sprinkles licked herself and watched me.
Now I was sleepy, hot, sticky, and thirsty. I laid out on the floor, resting my sweaty head on the cool wood floor. If it weren't all the way in the kitchen, I'd probably drink out of Sprinkle's water bowl. It was probably for the best that her water bowl was in the kitchen. I just wanted to crawl into my bed and go to sleep, but I didn't have a nap scheduled until after lunch and I had another class before lunch that would probably be starting soon. If I was lucky, I had enough time for a shower, but definitely not a nap. I blindly searched the floor with my hand for my phone. When I found it, I checked the time. I had half an hour before my next class. I needed to pull myself together fast! I picked myself up off the floor and stripped on my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor behind me. I was naked by the time that I got in the bathroom. I turned on the cold water and climbed into the shower, letting the water wash over me. I could wash away the remnants of my passion, but never my feelings for Professor Moore.
Chapter 2. Obsessed
My other classes were gray blurs in comparison to Figure Drawing 101. Professor Moore's teaching style was very...unorthodox, to say the least. He was very "hands on" and liked to interact with his students. One class, he asked for two volunteers to model together for the class. As tempted as I was, I didn't raise my hand. I was waiting for the opportunity to model with Professor Moore and I refused to settle. He asked for a female volunteer and a male volunteer. Then he had them do really expressive and intimate poses. Every pose, I imagined that it was Professor Moore and I doing it and I'd get aroused.
I was one of the best artists in the class. I knew it and so did everyone else. It seemed like Professor Moore went out of his way not to praise me too much which made me work harder. When I wasn't in Figure Drawing 101, I was fantasizing about Professor Moore. I had written poems about him in the notebooks that were for my other classes. I spent my free time drawing him and sometimes drawing us together. On my laptop was a whole collection of candid pictures that I had taken of Professor Moore without him knowing. Most were taken in class, but some were from around campus. He was the background on the home screen of my phone!
I had made it a habit of randomly dropping off my panties in his mailbox. It was my guilty pleasure. I usually did it after a super intense masturbation session. One day, when I was going to drop off a pair of black boy shorts, I found that Professor Moore had accidentally left the door to his office ajar. So, naturally, I snuck into his office. I was in heaven! His office smelled like paint, cologne, and leather. Paintings decorated the walls, books and sculptures lined the shelves. There was a large window overlooking the lawn. I could see me and Gemma's tree from here! Beside the window, was a large mahogany desk with a matching leather cushioned office chair. There were papers messily strewn across the desk and an unfinished mug of tea. I sat down behind the desk and picked up the tea. I brought the mug up to my lips and took a sip. It was still warm! He was just here, sitting in this seat, drinking from this mug. I took another sip, trying to figure out how he liked his tea. It was sweet with a little spice in it. Maybe cinnamon? And ginger? My eyes searched the shelves for a box of tea. When I didn't see one, I searched the drawers of the desk and found a box of tea in the bottom drawer, but that's not all I found! In the bottom drawer of his desk were all the panties that I had left in his mailbox! I grinned from ear to hear. I was beyond flattered and a little turned on. I deposited the black boy shorts into the drawer, adding a new pair to his growing collection.
I leaned back in the chair and gazed out the window, wondering what would happen if Professor Moore walked in here right now. I imagined myself sitting here with my legs crossed, fingers teepee atop the desk. "I've been expecting you," I'd say. He'd close the door behind him and begin undressing.
My eyes were now closed as I touched myself to my fantasy. I licked my lips and lifted my leg up onto the desk as I slid my hand under my skirt. I arched my back as I touched myself, moaning softly. Suddenly, the office door opened! I heard someone enter and then the sound of the door close. I opened my eyes and found Professor Moore watching me wearing an expression that I couldn't read. I didn't stop. I continued touching myself while he watched.
"So you're the one who's been leaving panties in my mailbox," he finally said. I nodded and whimpered, biting my bottom lip. His dick was growing in his pants as he watched me. I smiled.
"Come here," I instructed. He obeyed, slowing walking forward as though in a trance. He unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, removing his long hard dick. The whole time, he never took his eyes off me. We just watched each other masturbate. I had never experienced anything like it. I removed my wet hand from between my legs and licked my fingers. Professor Moore moaned as he stroked himself. I was tired of masturbating. I wanted to make my fantasies come true. I removed my jacket and then pulled my shirt off, over my head. Then I unhooked my bra and let it drop onto the floor. He watched my every move and I watched him watch me. I stood up and pulled down my skirt, stepping out of it. Then I slipped out of my sandals. I stood before him, completely naked. His dick was rock hard and pointing straight at me. I sat back down with my legs spread before him like a gift. He took one step towards me, then another. I arched my back and resumed touching myself as I watched him draw nearer. He hesitated, as though debating over whether he should continue.
"I know that you've been sniffing my panties Professor. I know you want to put a taste to a smell," I said as I twirled a long strand of blonde hair around my finger. He licked his lips and dropped down to his knees between my legs, eye level with my pussy. I stopped touching myself and stuck the fingers that had been inside of me, inside of Professor Moore's mouth. He licked and sucked the juices off my fingers, making me even wetter. I took my fingers out of his mouth and he brought his face closer to my pussy. The closer he got, the harder it became to control myself. The anticipation was driving me crazy! When he finally put his lips on me, I shuddered and exclaimed, "oh my goodness, yes!" He ate with enthusiasm, gripping my thighs, pushing his face deeper between them. When I got too loud, he grabbed a pair of my panties from the open drawer and stuffed them into my mouth. I could feel a puddle forming in the seat of the chair, wetting my butt cheeks. My body shook as I came hard. I had been waiting for this moment for so long that there was no holding back. I moaned loudly into the panties as my body went stiff and I came into Professor Moore's waiting mouth.
When Professor Moore looked up at me, his chin was glistening, I couldn't help but grin. I pulled the panties out of my mouth and tossed them into the drawer before I began getting dressed.
"Wait, where are you going?" Professor Moore asked me from the floor. I gave him a sleepy smile.
"T
o make you chase me," I answered with a wink. I crouched down between his legs, grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. His goatee tickled me and his mouth tasted like me. Our tongues caressed and I enjoyed how I tasted on his. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I slid my hand down the front of his pants, gripping his hard dick before pulling away and standing up. I stepped over him, heading towards the door.
"See ya," I said before exiting his office, closing the door behind me. I walked home smugly, with pep in my step. Let the games begin!
Later that evening, when I was doing homework with Gemma in the dining room, I received a text message from an unknown number. It read:
‘Hey, it's Marquise.’
I grinned and nibbled on my bottom lip. It was Professor Moore! Marquise was his first name.
"Who's got you smiling like that?" Gemma asked me. I blushed. What I wanted to say was the love of my life.
What I said instead was "oh just this guy."
"Ok? Who?" Gemma demanded impatiently. I frowned. I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell Gemma about Professor Moore. Or should I say, Marquise. I liked that it was a secret.
"It's still very new, I'll tell you when it gets more serious," I told her. Gemma nodded understandingly and then returned her attention to her book. I texted back:
‘Marquise who?’
Just to be sure. He replied:
‘Marquise Moore’
So, I wrote back:
‘???’
Inside I was laughing. He sent back:
‘From Figure Drawing 101’
And I said:
‘…’
So, he said:
‘The man who you’ve been gifting panties to!’
So, I wrote back:
‘Oh him! Hello Marquise :)’
I couldn’t help but laugh. He replied:
I want to see you.
I grinned and texted back
Want. Or need?
He texted back:
Want...
I raised an eyebrow and typed back:
Then you'll see me in class tomorrow Professor Moore.
After that I turned off my phone and returned my attention to my homework. I noticed Gemma watching me out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't say anything.
The next day, I decided to wear something sexy to class. The temperature had dropped and I decided to wear something autumn inspired. I wore a short burgundy plaid skirt with a black sweater, black thigh highs and black booties. The sliver of thigh that showed between the top of the thigh highs and the bottom hem of the skirt was super sexy yet subtle. The sweater had a deep V-neck and showed off my perky cleavage. I decided to put my hair up in two messy pigtail buns. Around my neck, I wore a burgundy choker and I put on matching burgundy lip gloss. Before leaving for class, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Pleased with my reflection, I met Gemma in the living room so that we could walk to class together.
"Woah, you look hot!" She said. I grinned.
"Thanks! Ready to go?" I asked her. She nodded and we headed out.
I made a lot of heads turn on our walk to class, but there was only one person whose attention I was after. After Gemma went into the building where her class was, I walked slower. I didn't want to get to class early. I stopped in every bathroom on my way and checked my reflection, even taking a few selfies. When it was exactly 9 o'clock on the dot, I decided to go to class. Everyone else was already seated when I arrived and all eyes were on me, including Professor Moore's. The class was quiet as I strolled to an empty stool and sat down. I didn't look up until I had reached into my bag, pulled out a stick of gum, opened it, stuck it in my mouth, and began chewing real slow. Professor Moore was staring directly at me. I fought to keep my face blank.
"How nice of you to join us Miss Winters. The rule still stands that late students must model so please come sit on the stool in the center of the class," Professor Moore instructed. I smirked as I put my stuff down and sauntered to the center stool. I had been expecting this.
"Can I have someone to model with?" I asked. I could tell that no one was expecting that.
"Of course," Professor Moore said to me, then to the rest of the class, "anyone want to volunteer to model with Miss Winters."
Before anyone could volunteer, I quickly said, “I want you to model with me.” There were murmurs around the class. The rest of the class was intrigued by the idea. Professor Moore merely chuckled dismissively.
“No, I don’t model with my students. So, let’s get a volunteer from the class to help you,” he said. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. So, he didn’t model with students, but he was willing to other things with us... Everyone looked around to see who would volunteer. Then a cutie timidly raised his hand. I clapped my hands together happily. The cutie stood up and shyly walked to the center of the class to join me.
"Ok, now that you have a partner, are you ready to pose?" Professor Moore asked. I nodded. Professor Moore nodded too, then turned to address the class. "Ok everyone, get out your sketchbooks and pencils and get ready to begin."
I turned to face the cutie.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Richard," he answered. I sat down on the stool and spread my legs.
"Ok, Richard, get down on your knees," I instructed. He laughed nervously, but did as he was told and got down on his knees between my legs. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Are you comfortable because I need you to stay like that?" He nodded and stuck out his tongue. "Perfect," I said as I leaned back and arched my back. I knew that both Richard and the class were getting a good view of my panties and I didn't care. This was all being done in the name of art... amongst other things. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes in a face of ecstasy. The class was quiet and all eyes were on us, including Professor Moore's. This almost made me smile, but I didn't want to break character. We had to stay like this for the remainder of the class. I hoped that Richard was a good model.
The time dragged on forever. The pose that I had chosen was difficult to keep up. I had to keep my balance while leaning back on a stool for a whole hour. When Professor Moore finally clapped his hands together, signaling the end of class, I sat up and stretched. Richard sat back on his heels then slowly stood up, stretching his knees. "Good job!" I told him and gave him a high five.
"Ok, that's a wrap for today. See you all on Monday!" Professor Moore's loud deep voice boomed as he dismissed the class. I headed over to the stool and easel where I had deposited my stuff and gathered my things. As I exited the classroom, I checked my phone. I had a new message from Professor Moore that read:
‘Meet me at my office.’ I smiled smugly.
I rode the elevator down with my classmates, then let them all exit first. They all headed off in the direction of the buildings exit, while I headed in the direction of the offices. When I got to Professor Moore's office, I patiently waited outside for him to arrive. He got there five minutes later, attempting to look calm, cool, and collected as though he were in control of the situation. We both knew who was in control. He unlocked his office door and held it open for me to go in before following me inside, closing the door behind him. When I turned to face him, he was in my face, backing me up against a bookshelf.
"What was that little stunt you pulled in class today?" He growled into my ear as he slid his hands under my shirt and bra, filling his hands with my breasts. I whimpered and closed my eyes, licking my lips. He had one leg between each of mine and lifted my knee up to brush against his hard dick. One of his hands traveled all the way up to wrap around my neck. His other hand descended over my skirt then pushed it up as he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I moaned and bit my lip as my hand struggled to free his dick from his pants. Once it was free, I licked my hand and wrapped it around his hard shaft, stroking it up and down. He moaned into my hair, his warm breath tickling my ear and making me shiver. He lifted me up with the hand that was on my ass and I straddled him as he guided his
dick inside me, choking me the whole time. When he entered me, he stuck his tongue in my mouth, muffling my moans with his mouth. We made out sloppily as he pumped in and out of me. He stopped kissing me to whisper in my ear, "this is what you wanted?"
"Yes!" I cried out. He covered my mouth as he fucked me. We could hear the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me and the sound of my back shaking the bookshelf with every pump. "Oh my God, I'm about to come!" I exclaimed into his hand. He moaned, sweat beading his brow. He released my mouth so that he could hold me by the ass with both hands, pumping in and out of me ferociously. I bit his shoulder, muffling my moans with his sweater. In the background, his phone began ringing. I gripped his strong back, digging my nails into it as I came. I came first, but he wasn't done. I licked his ear before he flipped me around and bent me over his desk, taking me from behind. He pounded into me, making my ass cheeks clap. He grunted as he came inside of me, filling me with his seed. I was face to face with his phone, which was still ringing. While still inside of me, he leaned forward and kissed my neck before pulling out. I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. We both were sweaty and out of breath, trying to fix our clothes. His phone rang again. I glanced at the screen, which read "Sharon."
"Sharon's calling you," I informed him. I watched him pick up his phone as I fixed my hair. He didn't answer it, but instead, stuffed it into his pocket. "Who's Sharon?" I asked him. He looked out the window as though to gather his thoughts before looking me in the eyes.
"My wife."
Chapter 3. Bad Romance
That one statement instantly killed the whole mood.
"You're married?!" I demanded. My eyes went from staring into his to staring at the bare ring finger of his left hand. He didn't wear a ring nor had I ever seen one. Professor Moore slumped into his chair. This was obviously not the conversation that he was looking to have right now. "If I would've known that, I would have never..." I continued, but didn't finish.