The Naughty Professor, Chapter 2: The Seduction

"I am definitely gonna fuck that man before the semester's out" was my final thought before surrendering to another earth shattering orgasm.

And that's the thought that repeated itself in my mind several times every single day since the night I pleasured myself in the bathtub with Dr. Greene as the object of my fantasy. I knew once my mind was made up, there was no turning back. Dr. Greene WOULD be mine. I knew he was happily married, but I had finally convinced myself that it didn't matter. I had a craving that only he could satisfy. With that in mind, I set my plan into motion.

The following Monday morning was my official first day as head researcher. I looked forward to working side-by-side with Dr. Greene. I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face when another researcher told me he had other affairs to handle and wouldn't be here for another 2 weeks. Waiting actually wasn't too bad. Anticipation for what I was planning only made me more excited. Those extra 2 weeks also provided me more time to construct a plan. It was quite simple: First, look for any sign that he may be attracted to me, then go from there.

I didn't have to wait very long. Once he showed up in the lab 2 weeks later, he immediately showed signs that he was interested. Whenever I talked directly to him, I would see his gaze drop immediately to my full lips. Every once in a while I would catch him staring at my ass, and I always suppressed a smile when I caught him and he tried to cover it up. I paid close attention to make sure he wasn't just some horny bastard that perved all women he came across, but I didn't see him looking at any other ladies on the research team. Now I knew this wasn't just a one-sided attraction. Maybe he wanted this as badly as I did. So I decided to be more bold. I went from lingering glances to brushing up against him. Once pretending to be grabbing for something behind me, I accidentally grabbed at his crotch. He seemed startled, and immediately excused himself from the room. He came back a few minutes later, his face flushed, and gave me a knowing look. He was mine...or so I thought.

From then on he actively avoided me. I would still catch him staring from time to time, but he kept any type of contact to a minimum. I was actually about to resign myself to the fact that he would always remain just a fantasy...until the night he gave me a ride home. With me being head researcher, and him being the director, we were usually the very last people in the lab. He walked me to my car like he did most nights, but it refused to start. My girlfriend was working her overnight shift, and I knew no one else who could bring me home. I called my insurance company, and they sent me a tow. I was about to call a cab when, to my surprise, Dr. Greene offered me a ride. There was an accident on the road, so we had to take a round-about way to get to my place, but he didn't seem to mind.

He was surprisingly talkative, but then I realized he was nervous. More so, I realized why he was nervous; He was alone in his car with me. I took this as a sign, and in the midst of conversation, I very casually slid my hand on his thigh. He took in a sharp slight breath, and, always the professional cleared his throat and said "Ms. Boyd, I don't think that's a very good idea." "Really?", I replied, "Well then you're gonna hate this." And I began unzipping his pants. He looked on in shock, but made no move to stop me. I felt the bulge of his cock rise beneath my hand. The car started to swerve as he began to lose focus, so he pulled into an empty parking lot and parked the car. I teased his cock through his boxer shorts before reaching inside to grab what I wanted most. He was so thick, and the tip felt slick with pre-cum. He lifted up in his seat a little to ease down his pants and boxers so he could free his cock. It was hard to tell in the dark car, but he looked to be about 7 and a half inches long, and very thick.

I looked up at him, his fat cock in my hands, and no words were needed. He pulled me in for a frantic kiss. His movements were very erratic. He groped at my breasts through my shirt while sucking my tongue into his mouth. I finally managed to pull away from the kiss, him still nibbling on my bottom lip. Then I eased my head down and began teasing the tip of his cock with my lips then my tongue, squeezing his massive balls. I twisted my free hand up and down his long shaft as more pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, and I scooped it up with the tips of my fingers and ran them along the length of his cock. Then I slowly dragged my tongue along his cock until I reached his balls. Still massaging them with my hand, I took them into my mouth, slurping. I felt him shudder then he let out a low groan, almost like a growl, then grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head further down into his lap. It was all the motivation I needed!

I made a trail with my tongue from his balls to the tip, then in one smooth motion took all of him into my mouth. I held him in the back of my throat a bit as I let my throat muscles relax and get used to the intrusion. Then I began to bounce my head up and down on his cock, slurping when I got to the tip. I used one hand to stroke him while the other massaged his balls. I felt the pressure build up in his balls, and I knew he was close to cumming, so I deep-throated him, loving the feel of him hitting the back of my throat with his cock. When I felt the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat, I eased away, wanting to catch it on my tongue. While the tip of his cock resting against my bottom lip, he exploded all over my tongue. I moaned as rope after rope of cum shot all over my tongue, slid down my throat, and dribbled down my chin.

I couldn't believe it. I had just sucked off my professor! I'm sure the look of shock on his face mirrored my own when the realization dawned on us. Before he could think too much about it, I leaned over and kissed him, sharing his taste with him. He sucked at my lips greedily, reveling in the taste of his own cum. I would learn later that it was his first time tasting himself. I was just about to ease myself into his lap to ride his cock right there in the parking lot when his phone began to ring. I recognized the ring tone. It was his wife. Still in his lap, I handed him his phone. He cleared his throat to remove the huskiness from his voice.

"Hey honey!" A slight pause. "Sorry sweetheart. A student was having some car trouble. I was just giving him a ride home."

I giggled softly to myself at his use of the word "him". Being his dirty little secret was going to be fun.