Special Topics With Professor Ch 02

The tension of this conversation easing slightly, "So how do I focus in class, sir?"

You respond, "The reason you are unable to focus is because of the pent-up sexual desires. When sexual desires aren't released, it simply causes overwhelming tension in the body. As part of our program, I am going to train you to be more in tune with your sexual desires. The reason you're in this situation at all is because you have been denying yourself."

I shake my head slightly, "But, I release every night."

You look at me and raise an eyebrow pondering how that could be, "Two things must be true, then: you have an incredibly high libido. And the release you are getting on your own is a mere shadow of the release you are actually desiring."

My face shows I sort of understand, "The libido thing sounds like a possibility. I've heard of guys and girls talking about that in online chats...but I rub and use toys until my pussy clenches and shakes, everything I am begging for..."

You interrupt me, "Well Jenn, high libido is a common trait that I'm well familiar with. It's a trait most often found in sluts."

Relieved it's more common than I originally thought, "Oh good...what? I'm not a slut! I'm not one of those girls who will give it out and sleep with anyone willing!" I get up to leave and you get up from your seat to grab my arm softly, but firm enough to keep me from storming out.

"Wait..." There is both a firm power and a gentleness to your voice that stops me in my tracks. "One of the great problems with our society is that sluts are made to feel ashamed for their sexual desires instead of embracing them."

I ease up on my exit to listen to what you have to say. "Look at how frustrated it has made you. Being a slut is not a bad thing. I think it's a beautiful thing, in fact, to embrace your desires. To surrender to them...But it requires courage." You release my arm and tilt my chin up so I'm looking you in the eyes. "Do you want to be brave for me?"

My eyes drop a bit as I take in your words. I look back up to you, my mouth slightly open as I prepare myself to give into you a bit more. "Yes, sir..."

You lean down and kiss my forehead, "Good girl...The more you trust me, the more I'll be able to fulfill your desires."

You drop my chin and return to your seat at your desk. You motion for me to sit in your lap, "Come to me."

I slowly set my bag back down on my chair and make my way around your desk. I walk up to you and stand in front of you, a bit unsure about crossing that line. You just hold your gesture and watch me think it through, curious to see if I'll follow your lead or get scared. I finally break your thoughts by sliding a leg between yours and sitting in your lap, my ass across one leg and my hand resting on the other. Your hands reach up to grab my ass, not groping it or brushing it, just firmly touching it, like you're claiming ownership of it, "Good girl."

You lean in and I can smell your cologne, "So you've fantasized about me before. Tell me about one of your fantasies."

I look you in the eyes, entranced by your cologne. I've gotten whiffs of it in class but it's so much better up close. I glance down at your lips and look away, slightly embarrassed to admit it. "Well... you've mentioned that you see me in class, watching you, but then don't seem to be paying attention to your lecture...it's because I'm always fantasizing about you...walking up the steps to where I'm sitting, grabbing my hand and pulling me down in front of the class...bending me over the podium and ripping my leggings down to reveal no panties, exposing my needy, dripping cunt to the class..." I break eye contact and glance down at the floor and blush, curious what you'll say about my fantasy and how I am too embarrassed to finish it.

You squeeze my ass encouragingly over my short leather skirt. You shift your legs a bit as you feel your cock growing in your pants, "Don't be shy...You were being such a good slut. Don't you want to be a good slut for me?"

My eyes shift away a bit, "I do...but it's so embarrassing!"

You take my left hand, the one that is on your leg, and move it over to your bulge so I can really feel your hardening cock. "I was enjoying that moment of honesty. I think it's hot that you're imagining me bending you over in front of the whole class while I'm lecturing." You move my hand softly up and down, pushing my hand with slightly more pressure and I feel it throb then twitch. "...ripping your leggings down and exposing your wet, dripping pussy, no panties... I'd have to talk about how wet you were in front of everyone and then I'd call you a good girl...How would that make you feel?"

A bit hesitant, I begin to move my hand lightly, eventually getting more into it as I continue my fantasy. "That's part of where my fantasy goes actually...you would mention how the class should watch what happens as a result of being called a good girl and go on about how a good girl is always leaky and ready, desperate for any sort of attention...you would spread my cheeks and smack my ass...I would gasp as you smirked, the class in shock and awe, unable to look away as they realize what a...slut I am...you begin to slide a finger up and down my slit, reaching under me and rubbing my clit to watch me squirm and my pussy begin to grool and drip down my thigh, I cant help but feel exposed but also so fucking turned on...you edge me a couple times for the class...after you've had enough of the tease yourself, holding me down, you dismiss the class...but you're not done with me yet..."

Your eyes locked on my lips, I hear you growl softly in my ear. "Mmm... I never knew you had such... feral desires... in you." You squeeze my curvy ass hard over my skirt, "Although if we're being honest... I did have a secret suspicion. I *had* noticed the way you stare at me in class."

You pause for a moment, and tilt my face towards yours. You lean forward and I lean towards you, hungry, but you stop before we kiss... "That's so fucking hot to me. Do you want me to make you into my slut? Do you want to be my good little girl?"

I let out a raspy breath..."Yes, sir," I nearly moan out. You lean forward and finally kiss me hungrily, one hand on the back of my neck, the other hand on my ass and pulling my body further against yours. My skirt begins to ride up a bit as you pull me in.

You feel me hold back a bit, still unsure. Your hand wraps around my ass and moves up to my waist to pull me in slightly and I feel your cock poke into my thigh. My pussy gushes and I snap out of my innocence, I realize this is the chance I have been desperate for for months. I wrap my arms around your neck and fully give into this kiss. As we make out passionately, a hand wanders down to your cock and I get into rubbing you over your slacks.

A few seconds and I hop off your lap and back on to straddle you in your chair. You kiss me even more hungrily, feeling my body press against you desperately, your cock is hardening even more through your pants, begging to be let out. You reach back and help me pull my cardigan off. You enjoy a brief moment of power where my arms are behind my back, caught in the sleeves.

"Not so fast," you say as you leave me slightly tangled and stuck. You reach up and grope my breast, kissing me while my hands are trapped behind my back, "How does it feel to be a little... compromised?"

I pause, warm pussy on your crotch, tits slightly jiggling in your face, "It feels...like what I deserve..."

You smirk, pleased with yourself, able to make me give into your woes this quickly, "Mmm, that's right...A needy little slut like you deserves to be put in her place... to be used for my pleasure... maybe even punished for being so horny and distracted in my class... isn't that right?"

I sit up a bit, "Yes, sir..." I reach down and move to unbuckle your slacks to pull your cock out.

"So does this mean I can edge for this cock in class?"

"That's for me to decide...." You allow me to get the buckle undone but the zipper is still up, "It depends on how good you are for me in our individual lessons."

You place your hand on my arms and gently push me off of you. "You're overdressed. Turn around and take your skirt off...slowly."

I step off your lap and adjust my skirt out of habit. I grab my sweater and move it out of our way and throw it onto my bag. I swing around, my ass pushed to you slightly. I run my hands up my thighs and over my hips, up to pull my tits out of my top and back down to the waistband of my skirt. I slide my fingertips in and begin to slide them down. I stop just halfway over my ass and shake it back and forth a few before pushing it the rest of the way down to expose my ass in my black cheeky panties. I step out of it, kicking it over near my bag and turn back to you.

I slowly walk towards you, locking eyes, and rest my right knee on your chair between your legs, my left leg on the outside of yours. I run my hands over your shoulders, squeezing my tits together and wait for you to make a move. You smirk, "Good girl."

You enjoy looking over my body as I wait in anticipation over you. My massive tits... my curvy figure and tiny waist...you can't help but appreciate how my ass and thick thighs look. I lean forward and kiss you as I slide my hands down to your chest and unbutton your shirt as we make out. Once it's fully unbuttoned I take a step backwards and turn around to face away from you, swinging my ass into your face/chest. I slowly lower myself into your lap, both my legs now between yours.

I rest my hands on your knees and begin to lightly rub my ass over your unbuttoned pants, bulge begging to be let out. It feels so good as you rub your ass against my crotch and you can't get over how fucking incredible your view is, my hourglass figure, my curvy ass and tight waist. You place your hands on my hips, guiding my ass as I rub against you and you moan slightly.