Author Note: this is my first erotic story that I've completed. I've always thought about writing one, but finally got it down on paper (or keyboard, actually). If you would like, please let me know what you think works well, or what I need to work on, thanks!
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Exam week was coming up, and I was fucked. I was about to fail my math class! I definitely needed help. On top of that, I was incredibly horny. All this studying for classes as a freshman in college was making me horny, since I had no time to go to parties or play with my vibrator. Hmm... I thought, maybe I can go to my math professor's office hours? He had a time slot scheduled that day.
I sent him an email: Hi Mr. Ramme, do you have time for me to come for office hours today? I need help with these long and hard equations so I can pass the test!.
He responded right away: Oh, Ashley, my favorite student, of course! Let me block off some extra time so we're not rushed, come by at around 5 PM?. I quickly replied that I would.
Mr. Ramme is so hot, I thought. He's tall, muscular, and pretty young, in his 40s. And he's so smart. I thought about how much I always checked him out during class, his wide shoulders and thick legs, his dress shirts always fit perfectly on his physique, maybe that's why I was about to fail... from the distraction! 4:30 came around and I decided to make my way over to his office. It was hot outside, and because I was feeling so wet and horny, I decided to wear something cute! I put on a little white spaghetti strap tank top and a bright pink thong that barely covered my bald pussy lips so that they poked through on either side, and a short little school girl skirt. Mr. Ramme would definitely think I was a thirsty little college whore wearing this. I made my way across campus with my book bag, not phased by all the looks I was getting from all the horny college guys. I kept thinking about how since I turned 18 just a few months ago, my sex drive was insatiable. I was definitely hungry for a good hard fucking. I got to the math building and made my way up the stairs to the top floor, and found Mr. Ramme's office, Room 532. I knocked.
After a few seconds the door opened, it was Mr. Ramme. He smiled when he saw me.
"Ah, Ashley come on in!" I bounced into his office.
"Thanks for meeting me on such short notice professor! I just need so much extra help!" I took out my laptop and notebook and put them on his desk. We talked for a bit about the weather and how the class was going, but all I could focus on was how fucking good he looked up close. His huge shoulders popped through his stretchy blue dress shirt which tapered to a pair of plain Khaki's fastened to a leather belt. I could see a hint of a bulge hiding in between his thighs, which made me wonder what was lurking there. His chest hair poked through the top few buttons of his shirt, which he left uncovered. I couldn't help but notice how hot it was in the top floor office.
"Well Ashley, why don't you show me what you need help with." He said, his tone changed as I noticed him looking at my neck and chest, my full teenage breasts plump and squeezed by my white tank top, forming some nice cleavage. I opened my laptop and all of a sudden... "OHH YEAH FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME HARDER! AH AHH, FUUUCK, OH MY GO-" I quickly shut the laptop.
"Oh my god professor I'm so sorry, my roommate must have been using my laptop, I swear I wasn't watching that!!" I was mortified, my heart rate skyrocketed and I thought I was going to pass out, I forgot to turn off the porn I was watching this morning in bed!
Mr. Ramme brushed it off with a laugh, "That's okay dear, I understand, sometimes its difficult to stay focused during exam week!" He winked at me, and I could tell something in him was changing. He stared into my eyes with an alpha domination, did I see him just briefly bite his lip? I shivered as I thought about him violating me, my groin becoming noticeably moist as I sat on the leather office chair next to his desk. He's not stupid, he knew that was MY porn.
"Why don't we work through a few problems...". He took me through a couple of equations but all I could think about was him fucking me. My wetness leaked through my tiny thong onto the leather chair, slicking up my thighs, it almost felt like I pee'd myself. He's definitely going to notice this when I leave. But what I didn't realize was that I wasn't going to leave for a while. Mr. Ramme adjusted his chair closer to me, and I noticed him looking up and down my petite little frame, barely dressed by my slutty outfit that I picked subconsciously to excite him.
He put his hand on my exposed thigh and I let out a little whimper "ohh".