Sexy Professors Obsession with a Beautiful Student Leads to Forbidden Temptation
*Author's note-Everything belongs to me. I know the naughty teacher plot is sorta clliche but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This part is more about reluctance than complete non consent, chapter 2 shall cover that bit later, but for now, enjoy.*
Originally on my account. Of the same name on Literotica.com
'...' thoughts
Chapter 1 - Getting into Trouble
I am a 40 year old psychology professor at your regular run of the mill college. With graying hair but a body still in good shape. I enjoy my job at the university although it is more of a party school than for actual study, however this fact works to my advantage. These desperate little college girls will do anything to keep their grades up, including sneaking under my desk to give me head during a meeting with mommy and daddy to say their little girl is at the top of the class.
My name is Jonathan Krauss, and this is my story.
***
I sift through the papers on my desk. Grading exams is something I hate and love at the same time. The time it takes I loath, but seeing those who need "tutoring" later makes the hassel worth it. There is a particular new vixen I have my hopes for. Ms. Emily Wolfe. Unfortunatly, all of her papers have been A+ material. I could easily downgrade her work, but intelligence is something I find sexy, not to mention the cat and mouse like feel I get from her.
Everyday I watch her come in. Enjoying her long toned legs and the swish of her short skirt, her flat stomach and the swell of her gorgeously developed breasts with a fair amount of cleavage showing. I can't help but stare at this beautiful creature with silvery blonde hair and cat green eyes. She knows how she looks, and she knows how to use it.
Finally I come to her paper and start to flip through her work. I have to stop my mouth from flopping open in shock, all her answers are wrong. It looks as if she hasn't studied at all. I glance up at her and see her nervously fidgetting, pulling at the hem of hr skirt and staring everywhere but at me. I notice dark circles under her eyes. 'Looks like its my lucky day.' I smile to myself as I write my favorite letter at he top of her paper beside her name.
Emily Wolfe. F-.
It takes all my willpower to hold back my utter giddiness and to not rush through the rest of the papers to give her what I've wanted to so badly. I feel my cock stirring and I can't supress a smile from spreading across my face. I glance at the clock when I'm finished grading and notice its almost time for class to let out. I chuckle under my breath and grab the only F paper in the stack and stand by the door.
I feel all eyes on me, they know when I do this that I will pull someone aside to offer them tutoring. The bell goes off, and my students stand and start filing out. I notice Emily hanging back. 'She knows who I need.'
Each student glances at me as they pass, particularly my conquests from the past. Some of them smile, containing relief in a few and disappointment in others, but I am waiting for Emily who has finally joined the line at the very end. When she goes to pass me I lightly grip her shoulder and give her the paper. "Ms. Wolfe, I would like to see you in my office at THE END
Originally on my account. Of the same name on Literotica.com
'...' thoughts
Chapter 1 - Getting into Trouble
I am a 40 year old psychology professor at your regular run of the mill college. With graying hair but a body still in good shape. I enjoy my job at the university although it is more of a party school than for actual study, however this fact works to my advantage. These desperate little college girls will do anything to keep their grades up, including sneaking under my desk to give me head during a meeting with mommy and daddy to say their little girl is at the top of the class.
My name is Jonathan Krauss, and this is my story.
***
I sift through the papers on my desk. Grading exams is something I hate and love at the same time. The time it takes I loath, but seeing those who need "tutoring" later makes the hassel worth it. There is a particular new vixen I have my hopes for. Ms. Emily Wolfe. Unfortunatly, all of her papers have been A+ material. I could easily downgrade her work, but intelligence is something I find sexy, not to mention the cat and mouse like feel I get from her.
Everyday I watch her come in. Enjoying her long toned legs and the swish of her short skirt, her flat stomach and the swell of her gorgeously developed breasts with a fair amount of cleavage showing. I can't help but stare at this beautiful creature with silvery blonde hair and cat green eyes. She knows how she looks, and she knows how to use it.
Finally I come to her paper and start to flip through her work. I have to stop my mouth from flopping open in shock, all her answers are wrong. It looks as if she hasn't studied at all. I glance up at her and see her nervously fidgetting, pulling at the hem of hr skirt and staring everywhere but at me. I notice dark circles under her eyes. 'Looks like its my lucky day.' I smile to myself as I write my favorite letter at he top of her paper beside her name.
Emily Wolfe. F-.
It takes all my willpower to hold back my utter giddiness and to not rush through the rest of the papers to give her what I've wanted to so badly. I feel my cock stirring and I can't supress a smile from spreading across my face. I glance at the clock when I'm finished grading and notice its almost time for class to let out. I chuckle under my breath and grab the only F paper in the stack and stand by the door.
I feel all eyes on me, they know when I do this that I will pull someone aside to offer them tutoring. The bell goes off, and my students stand and start filing out. I notice Emily hanging back. 'She knows who I need.'
Each student glances at me as they pass, particularly my conquests from the past. Some of them smile, containing relief in a few and disappointment in others, but I am waiting for Emily who has finally joined the line at the very end. When she goes to pass me I lightly grip her shoulder and give her the paper. "Ms. Wolfe, I would like to see you in my office at THE END
