Claire has been fucking the organic chemistry professor for quite some time. She fucks him during his office hours and gets A's on her tests. What happens when a disturbed student catches them in the act? 4479 words. Warning: contains hot oral sex (both ways), fingering, lesbian action, M/f, f/f/M.
I lowered my face into my chin, the sound of Professor Black's voice droning about Sn2 reactions buzzing in my ear. He had insisted that I attend his classes to lower suspicion on our relationship. My eyes wandered as I searched desperately for something to alleviate my boredom. They finally settled on a pair of dark eyes, staring silently at me. The horn-rimmed spectacles flashed as the man wearing them pushed them up the bridge of his nose.
I pretended to glance somewhere else, but his intense stare was unsettling. My heart fluttered and I twirled a strand of hair around my finger. Did he see anything?
After a while his head turned back to the Professor. I looked down at my notebook, thinking. Maybe this had gone too far. Maybe we should stop our arrangement. It wouldn't be worth it if we were caught.
When the class ended, I waited patiently for the last student to leave the room. I looked around and made sure the boy with the horn-rimmed glasses was nowhere to be seen and approached the Professor.
He gave me a roguish grin as I drew near and slipped his hand under my skirt, squeezing my ass.
"Stop it," I protested. "Anyone could see us."
He pretended he didn't hear me and slipped a finger into my panties, sliding it into my clit. I could feel his finger sliding along my folds and my pussy clenched at his attention. I shoved him away.
"Oh, come on. No one's here."
His greedy hands traveled up my shirt and reached inside to squeeze my tit. I grasped his wrist.
"I think a student might have seen us the other day," I whispered as if the boy was near us. "Maybe we should stop for a while."
In an instant, he became cross. "You're just trying to get out of our little arrangement," he snarled. "Don't think that I'm so stupid."
"I'm not lying," I said a little too loudly. "That boy with the black rectangular glasses saw us the other day in the office."
"Who, Peter Schierholtz? He's the top of the class."
The Professor's hands had resumed their exploration, and I sighed as his shaking fingers ripped open my blouse and slid under my bra. I gasped as his warm hands groped my tits and lightly squeezed the nipples. He closed in and sucked on my neck. His unshaven facial hair scratched against my sensitive flesh. He was breathing like a pervert in my ear and I knew there would be no way out of this.
My pussy was starting to get wet at all the attention, and I wondered if I could persuade the Professor to try something new. He shoved my bra under my tits and moved his red, wet mouth around my tits and gently lapped at the nipples. They hardened instantly.
"How would you like to suck on something else?" I said in a low voice.
I grasped his hand and placed it under the warmth in between my legs. I slid his fingers along my aching pussy; the thin layer of the underwear was already soaked. Professor Black moaned in longing.
Smirking, I pushed myself on the desk as the Professor's face lowered. He pulled the panties down to my ankles and I spread my legs wide, exposing my wet cunt. He slid his knuckles along my folds, digging them in slightly as I moaned. I felt wetness on my thigh and my leg spasmed at the touch. His lips ran down my thigh and he kissed around my labia. I could feel his warm breaths on my pussy which kept clenching.
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Published February 25, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.