After a wild night with the farmer's daughter fantasy, we both slept and then I got up early and, after a light kiss on the cheek, went back to my cabin to start my day of writing. The deal was for us to write for the day so that we'd meet our deadlines. I was intrigued when she said her turn would make me see what a devil she is, even though her name is Angel.
That night, she knocked on my screen door and called, "Professor Thom, can I come in?"
"Yes, the door is open," I replied from my desk.
She entered wearing a very short, tight denim skirt that barely covered her thighs, leather boots to her knees and a tight black turtle neck shirt that strained at her tits. Her long black hair was down past her shoulders. I gasped at how sexy she looked. She had a backpack in her hand.
"Oh, Professor Thom, I need to talk to you," she said, standing at the door. She looked at me with a slight smile on her lips.
"Well, I am in the middle of something. What can I do for you, Angel?" I asked.
She then surprised me by closing the front door, locking it and leaning against it, while she kept her eyes on me, without speaking.
"What are you doing, Angel? Why did you close my office door?"
"I want to make a deal with you," she said, walking towards me, her hips swaying, her eyes looking intently at my eyes. She stood close to me, looking down at me. She dropped her backpack on the floor.
"Deal! What are you talking about? I don't make deals with my students."
"I need an A in your class, Professor Thom and I only have a C right now. You know how I'm trying to get into graduate school. Well, I need that A."
"You'll have to earn it, Angel. I don't give gifts of grades," I said.
"I know what a hard grader you are. You have a reputation," she said. "Chairman of the English Department and all that."
"I have high standards and expectations," I said, looking at her sternly in the eyes. "I don't make deals."
"Is that so," she said, smiling slightly. She moved closer to my chair, her bare leg touching my leg, her tits hovering just above my head, her nipples protruding from her tight shirt, an inch or so from my eyes.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said.
"What are you saying? I said, "Angel, this is out of the question. I don't have relationships with my students."
"Admit it, Professor Thom. "You always look at my ass when I walk to my seat in your class. And I see you staring at my tits when you think I'm not noticing. I can tell when a man wants to fuck me."
"I think you better leave. This is very inappropriate," I said.
"You're a damn hypocrite," she said. "You pretend to be aloof and indifferent and in your ivory tower, but I see how you look at me. Admit it. You've wanted to fuck me all year." She looked down and saw my erection bulging in my shorts. "Your cock is hard now, isn't it?
She then came even closer, looking down at me and spread her legs, straddling mine. Her legs forced her skirt to rise higher to her crotch, the skin of her bare thighs against my legs. She had a devilish smile on her lips. It was all I could do not to grab her ass and pull her down on my cock and fuck her. She knew she was teasing me.
"You think you have power over me because you give out grades," she said, looking into my eyes. "But I have power over you because you want my body. You want to fuck me. So let's make a deal."
"I said I don't make deals and you do not have power over me. "
She then moved her tits closer to my face and started slapping me with them, back and forth, moving them faster and harder. "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you. This is turning you on, isn't it? You see the power I have over you, Professor Thom and you like it or you would push me away."
She glanced down at my cock straining at my shorts.
"You like how I'm slapping your face with my big tits--your cock is desperate for me. I can see how big it is in your shorts. Admit it!"
"Angel, what do you think you're doing?" I shouted. "Stop this!"
She reached down and ran her hand over my cock, moving it up and down. "You know what I'm doing, Professor Thom. I'm seducing you. I'm going to fuck you like you want me to. And you're going to give me my A."
She leaned forward, her tits pressed harder against my face, her hand rubbing my cock, grabbing my balls, her skirt up to her crotch, her legs straddling me. She then stopped and pulled her turtle neck shirt over her head and grabbed both of her tits as she stood over me, her legs wide apart. "You want to suck my nipples and grab my ass and then fuck me, don't you?"
She then reached down into her backpack and pulled out a black scarf,
"What do you think you're doing" I asked.
"You want to get your hands on me, but I'm not going to let you."
She went in back of the chair, reached over my shoulder, her tits pressed into my shoulder. She took both of my hands, brought them in back of the chair and tied them together. It happened so fast I didn't have a chance to stop her.
"You can't do this to me," I said trying to break loose.
"Too late, Professor Thom," she said, coming back in front of me and straddled my legs again. She lifted her tight skirt. She had no panties on, revealing her pussy, her tits inches from my mouth. "I'm in charge, now! I have the power and I'm going to get what I want."
I pulled harder on the scarf but couldn't move my hands. "I'm going to tease you 'til you can't stand it anymore and you say yes you'll give me an A-- Do you get it, Professor Thom?"
