Professor Davis had my full attention since the first day of class. He was a bit on the strict side, but he was a fair grader and tried to help struggling students. More than anything else, he was a charming guy. I never got tired of just watching him all class. I kept up with all his assignments and went to his office hours, though he showed no interest then to just answer my questions. The end of the semester was within a couple of weeks, and I was a little dissapointed. I guess those smiles once in a while during his lessons meant nothing afterall. I been aching for just a little bit of physical touch, but I never seen him hug anyone. Today, I wore a mini skirt and a shirt that showed a little bit of cleavage- I walked by his office to find him reading a book. I gently knocked on the door, and he turned around.
"Hello, take a seat."
I gave him a smile and sat down. I let my breasts show and watched in astonishment as he cleared his throat and looked away to his laptop. My heart started to beat in excitement. Such a cute guy. I took out my notebook and flipped through some pages. He was still looking at his laptop screen. I pulled my chair to his desk for the first time. I hesitated-but decided to place my notes on his desk. I never seen him so up close before. A little nervous, I pulled up my shirt. He finally looked up at me.
"Professor Davis...I actually don't have any questions today."
He tried to act calm but he seemed a bit flustered. He pulled his chair just a little away from me.
"You've worked very hard in my class, and you seem to understand the course very well. I don't see why you need to do this-"
I was a bit hurt, "I'm not here for the grade, Professor."
He flushed red and cleared his throat. He was speechless. I got off my chair and kneeled down. He immediately stood up in shock.
"While it's flattering that such an intelligent and beautiful woman would show an interest in me--I am quite too old for you."
His rough hands held my wrist. The first touch from Professor Davis. I was thrilled. He pulled me up to stand up. His face was turning really red from embarressment.
"Please, leave my office and we'll forget what just happened."
"No, I've been holding back this whole semester. Please..."
I pleaded and went on my knees again. He looked so lost and speechless. I placed my hand over his crotch and softly rubbed it up and down. He drew in a deep breath and held my wrist.
"Sara, I'm a grown man. This is a bad idea-"
He did not pull my hand away though. Instead, he gave in and sat back down. His cock was already getting hard under my touch. I quickly unzipped his pants and pulled the pants and his cute boxers down. His cock was already so hard. I kissed and gently sucked the tip, and he moaned a little bit. I felt his gentle hands put my hair around my ear. He was such a sweet guy.
"I know this is wrong-but I had an attraction too. Has anyone told you how pretty you are?"
I left his cock and looked at him in astonishment. Did he really just say that? He got up and cupped my face in his warm hands. I felt myself blushing from his touch.
"I overheard your friends saying your nervous and don't know how to lead a guy. Let me pleasure you."
I gasped at his sudden words and without hesitation he made me sit down on his cozy chair. His soft lips pressed onto mines as he pulled up my shirt. He left my lips momentarily to take off my shirt and bra completely, revealing my small tits.
"Dissapointed?" I murmered.
He gently bit my nipples, making me moan softly. He felt so good, biting me, cradeling my breasts in his hands. He finally took off his shirt, showing his muscles. I could not help but stare.
"Am I really that attractive?" he asked.
I nodded shyly before he pulled up my skirt. He pushed my legs up on the chair and made my legs part. My pussy was already dripping when he rubbed my clit slowly. My breathing already became heavy with his touch. I moaned.
He kneeled down and my heart sped as he gently, bit my clit. I gasped as he sucked my pussy. While sucking, he put two fingers inside my pussy and looked up at me. I moaned louder, and let him finger me.
"No, don't come yet. Stand up."
He pulled his fingers and picked me up, noticing me out of breath. He pushed files off his desk and laid me on top. He spread my legs apart. The tip of his cock brushed against my pussy, making me gasp. He slowly pushed in, my body feeling so good with him inside me finally.
He slowly fucked me, kissing and moaning against my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes. He fucked me, gradually faster, arousing me. I held onto him tighter.
"I'm going to come," I breathed.
"I know baby, relax."
He held my hands as he continued fucking me. I screamed as he started to pound me, harder and faster.
"Sara, come with me."
We both looked at each other, panting and moaning, until we both came. He sat, breathless, sexy, on his chair. He held my hand again, kissed it and gave a small smile.
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