The Professor

by “Moi”

We meet — open doors, legit and all that — to discuss an assignment. It is not a good appointment. I am scattered and distracted and you know it. I keep looking at your breasts, your legs, your lips — the way you move. I can’t stand it: all I want to do is close the door, rip down your slacks, bend you over my desk and thrust into you from behind. I really can’t concentrate at all. Worse, I’m trying to keep you from noticing that I can hardly keep my eyes off you, and that I have a huge throbbing erection. This really isn’t good: you can’t think about students this way – especially mature students, students you like, students you want to see succeeding.

I’m sorry. I just can’t survive this any longer. I utter some platitude and stand up, thereby suggesting our interview is at a close. I can’t stand it anymore. I say you’ll do fine, come back and see me — etc etc — and say that I’m just going to step out for a coffee. You tell me you’re headed the same way, you pick up your stuff, and we leave the office together. Great.

We head over to the campus coffee shop — and you say you think you’ll grab something on your way through. We stand in line together, chit chatting. The erection problem returns, my rapid pulse, my short breath. This isn’t why I got into teaching, but my god you even smell so wonderful and fresh, and you’re so beautiful…and you’re talking to me….

We end up sitting together in the cafeteria place having tea together. Chai. The spices in chai are so exotic and sensual — even the tea is working against me.  The heat of it and the pungent, delicious smell make me wonder what it would be like to be pressed by your thighs while I’m licking you, circling your sweet clit with my tongue, tracing a strawberry I’m slowly crushing down the delicious slope of your breasts…

OMG. I’m going to have a heart attack. “I have to go, ” I announce,  ”Too much tea — I need to go to the washroom and then back to work. Don’t worry about the assignment thing — once you start it, you’ll be ok.”

We part, and I am dying. Relief and despair go through me like a wave. I watch you walk across the food court. Holy god. You have such enormous power; and I am so alone.

My cock is still throbbing. I turn, walk up the stairs, head down the hall. In the next corridor is a private washroom –two of them in fact. I make my way slowly down the hall, step in, turn and close the door.

I wish I didn’t get so worked up. I wish I didn’t get so aroused by women, by how beautiful they are. I wish I was a better man. I look around. How many times have I been in here, masturbating my way through the stubborn dark cloud of desire and hating myself for something that really, when you boil it down, is lovely and beautiful?

I lead against the wall, unzip my pants, push down my underwear and my throbbing purple cock springs into view. I’m not huge, but it sure can get in the way. Goddamned thing. Wish it would leave me alone! My hand slides down, puts pressure all over the whole pubic area. God it feels good. God I wish you were here. My mind summons up my previous image of you bent over my desk, my hands reaching for the waistband of your panties, ripping them down your thighs. My cock feels like it’s growing. Omg I want you. Omg I want anyone – anyone who would want to be here with me. Omg I want to come….

My uneasy rush to bliss is ruined and shattered by a knock on the door. “Maintenance,” says an odd voice, “sorry, but we need to get in there immediately.”

“Just a sec,” I blurt out, cramming my awkward, oozing cock into my pants, zipping hurriedly. I flush the toilet for good measure, pretend to wash my hands, turn on the hand blower. There’s pre-cum on my index finger. I lick it off. Damn, I think. The image of your jeans walking across the food court flashes in my head like a light bulb.

I unlock and open the door.

It’s you.

You push me back, put your finger to your lips. “Shhhh,” you say. You push me harder, back against the wall as you rush in, turn and lock the door.

“Um,” I sstammer, ” maybe you shouldn’t do that.”

“My choice,” you say, turning your hot, penetrating eyes to me, looking right through me. “I’m old enough and woman enough to notice a man’s desire, silly.”

You move up close, put your hand on my cock, which leaps into hardness. My weak protests don’t hold a candle to the way I”m pressing my pelvis forwards into your pressing hand.

I can’t fight it anymore. “Are you sure about this? I mean – you’re a student – you could have anybody – you have choices I’ll never have — baby, you should just walk out of here, shouldn’t you?”

“My call,” you say.

I think those are the last words I really hear for a long long time — days even. I think I still hear them now, because they hang in the air of my mind and the breath of my soul like hope itself. At that point, my mind seems to leave my body and my body itself takes charge — like it has been waiting, waiting, waiting in the wings for so many years.

We kiss, and our bodies melt into a single strand — your hand reaching down, clasping me firmly –starting to move up and down. “Don’t,” I say, “you’ll make me cum and I don’t want to yet.” My hands are trying to reach under your blouse, now under, now caressing your bra, now under that in my desperation to squeeze, maul and pinch your puffy, stiffening nipples. God I want to see your tits.

“I’m sorry, I feel like a starving man. I feel like a clumsy teenager: this is unbelievable for me – like my wildest fantasy come true. I have all this repression going on in me, all dying to come out. Are you sure you want to be here?”

At this you drop to your knees, look me right in the eyes. The fire in your eyes, the deliberateness of your movements: these will be with me forever. I look down and you are taking my hot cockhead into your mouth. You look up at me. Eye to eye contact again, your left hand wandering — inside your jeans, your eyes closing as you tease your own pussy, now moving up, squeezing your own breast, pinching your own nipples, all the while your lips circling me, pulling on me with such warm, wet sweetness. Jesus. I’m going to cum.

I tear myself away, my aching, throbbing cock oddly standing between us like a flag pole. I am jagged fire. You lick your lips, standing up, moving towards me. I just barely keep from cumming.

“Car – I have no right – but – please — stand back against the wall. Open your blouse — spread your legs — and touch yourself for me. I’ve never, ever seen a woman pleasure herself to orgasm in real life. Cum for me, baby–cum for me… I need to breathe – and while I’m breathing I want to watch – I want to see you ache and want and move…

Your eyes are on fire. I’m guessing your pussy is hot and wet and aching just like my cock is. You step out of your shoes and jeans and lean back against the wall. Again you pin me to eternity with your eyes. Your hand slips into your panties – you know I’m riveted to your smallest movement. This pleases you.  A gentle rub, a moving caress, a slow insertion – your fingers begin this mesmerising dance. Your hands come up – they cup your breasts, pinch your nipples while you smile at me. Your face is flushed. All the while you are looking at me — and then you slowly and purposefully slip your hand down your tummy, and back ito your panties again. I lick my lips. Your eyes half close, you begin to moan softly, you lean more heavily back against the tiled wall.

I am spellbound and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to cross the room and try to rub my cock in, over, around and through you everywhere at once. But just as I begin to move towards you I am arrested — because your brow furrows, you eyes pinch shut, and you bite just a tiny bit of your lip. The movements of your hand get a little more erratic and rushed and frantic and the muscles in your legs start to stiffen, pushing you out away from the wall a bit.

I can’t handle it.  I fall to my knees in front of you, rip down the obstacle panties and bury my face and tongue in your crotch. Your hands are on my head in an instant. I can feel the steel muscles in each finger pulling me into you as if I was some giant cock and the only one in the world left to please you.

You taste so wonderful — and your pubic bone is pushing against me as I thrust my tongue into you over and over, pulling it up and across your clit on the way out. Your legs start to tremble, your eyes close in earnest and you start pumping your hips at my nose and lips and chin as you start to cum.

“yes, yes– yes — ” your hushed, hoarse voice interspersed with tiny moans and movements…I can hardly breathe– my face is covered with your sweet juices — and I follow the directions inherent in your hands.

After a bit you slacken back against the wall “Oh god………..” your breasts and pussy lips are still swollen — spent and happy like this — and so pretty, assured and intoxicating – you are the most beautiful vision I have ever seen.

I know this will never happen again.

I stand and embrace you — you feel the heat and ache of me, and you clasp me again with your hand. “Turn around, ” I say — already turning you with insistent, selfish hands.

My hands bring your hands together above your head, and with one hand I pin them against the wall. You feel the heat of me, my purple hot cock grazing against your hips, now tracing across the flank of your ass. “I am going to fuck you, now,” I whisper to your ear, your hair, the soft skin on the top of your shoulder. Together we magically move your feet back a little, and the spread of your legs widens in response to my hands and to the beckoning of your own unruly desire. Omg I don’t want this to end but I also want to look down and see my whole cock buried deep in you — for a man to see that — to see that gift from a woman — her letting him in so deeply — that is such a gift and a turn on.

“Keep your arms on the wall. You can’t let go,” I say, and I step up closer behind you. I look down at your gorgeous ass, sensing more than seeing your hot wet pussy. My cockhead is covered with pre-cum, so it easily slips up and down your gorgeous ass — god, it feels wonderful — I feel you wiggle a little, press back towards me — it is such a lovely welcome.

My hands are everywhere — on your hips, cupping your dangling breasts — pulling at your abdomen — everywhere — and I notice that where we’ve ended up, you can see us very clearly in the mirror.

“Watch us,” I say.

“Fuck me, you bastard,” is what I hear back.

I reach down between us, trace my cockhead up and down your soaking wet pussy lips a few times, slowly pushing in.

You pull away. “This isn’t love sweet love, you horny bastard. FUCK ME.”

I pull back and look at us in the mirror. Oui Madame.

I reach for your hips and pull you onto the hot curve of my aching cock. It feels like I’m being crushed by all the waves of the ocean. It feels like the best place in the universe to be, and it is. I start pounding. I feel you pushing back on me, squeezing me and I start in and out. Oh my god, I wonder how long I can hold this together. Intent, aroused, engaged and silent, we both begin to hear the wet slap of us, your moans, my rushing breath. I feel you pushing back on each stroke to meet me.

I’ve wanted you my whole life; I’ve wanted this moment since I was 12 and felt myself pulled to the sight of Marlene Olmstead’s brand new Levi’s sauntering past me in the high school corridor. And I’m going to pump a whole life’s worth of crushed desire and loneliness and sex-I-always wanted right into your sweet center. I take hold of your breasts for a few strokes, pulling at the nipples. Then I take hold of your hips. I pump hard and fast and I feel myself drifting into that sense of indifference – this enormous gift you have given me – it pulls me closer and closer to that dark edge of no return. The surging spark of delicious pressure starts deep in me and begins to fan to flame. Oh baby,  I am going to explode.

One of your hands drops down to your clit, and I feel it too on my cock as I’m pumping in and out for these last few mind and spirit bending strokes.

You feel it in me – you know it’s there. You know my desire for you is focusing and total. That change — that place of no return going through me…I feel you clenching around my cock…

“Cum, baby. Cum. Fuck me and pour your cum into me — I want it all. “

Your words explode across my senses and my last vestige of restraint. I grab your hips and thrust — again, and once more– and the feeling of your soft cheeks against my pubic bone – the force of your desire too — it’s too much for me. I groan and strain and start to cum in you — pulling you off the wall, standing you up a little — my hand on your neck pulling you onto me every inch that I possibly can.

It feels so good. It feels so amazing – I feel the tension draining from me, the quiet thrumming of every pleasure nerve in my body saying “thank you, thank you…”  – but with release I am also instantly worried — is it good for you, was it ok for you… oh god, I hope she’s pleased and happy because I’m totally dissolved….

your hands reach around to grasp me, pull me to you, you’re turning for a kiss…oh Princess,  I want it too ….  Baby, lover –darling – oh my, I want it too

your hot lips on mine, both warm and breathless…

I’m hardening, into the sweet delicious insistence of your hand…

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