"I'll do whatever you want, professor."
"Then turn around," I said.
She did as she was told, turning completely around and facing the door of my hotel room. I paused briefly to take in the entire package, starting at her sexy black heels, her toned calves and thighs, the short black dress that clung to her firm butt and hips.
I put my hands on her hips and leaned in toward her neck. She smelled wonderful. I kissed her on the neck and she let out a soft moan.
"Bend over," I said.
She again did as she was told and bent over, placing her hands on the bed. She was flexible; the results of having spent much of the last year in the gym, working on this perfect body. She was practically built for sex: toned but not too muscular, petite but not too skinny.
Her dress was short enough that as she bent over, her panties were almost visible. I reached up on her dress and pushed them to the side. She let out another gasp as I brushed gently against her pussy.
"Oh professor," She said.
"I didn't tell you you could talk." I responded.
She said nothing. I reached up and pulled her panties down to her ankles. The sight was almost too much. My hottest student, bent over my hotel room bed with her panties around her ankles. I slowly unzipped my fly and released my semi-hard cock. I teased her with it, rubbing it up and down against the backs of her thighs and up against her pussy. I could feel her wetness dripping down her inner-thighs.
"Do you want it?" I asked.
"Yes, professor. So much." She responded.
"Where do you want it?"
"In my pussy, professor. I want to feel your cock in my pussy." She said.
"Not yet. Turn around and get on your knees."
She did as she was told.
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I won't say this is common at these conferences... but it's not uncommon either. I practically went to these things in order to hook up some young, tight, ambitious, and willing students. Usually they weren't my students, though. Too risky. I don't need students coming back to campus and telling stories about how we hooked up at a conference. Lucy was different, though. She was worth the risk.
Usually, things went down like this. I would spend the early part of the first day scoping out the talent. It was easy. They were dressed up so you saw them at their best. Plus, you had an ice-breaker since they were presenting their research and they were expecting questions and comments from people. The best part, though, is that they were craving attention from faculty. They wanted us to come talk to them and there was some idol worship going on. Most of them wanted jobs like ours at some point in their lives so they couldn't help but be enamored with us.
After I had made some decisions on possible targets, I would go to the evening social hour. By then, they had usually loosened up and were ready for some fun. I'd just find my targets, flirt a little bit, see who was receptive, and then mention that I was going to be at a bar around the corner that night if they wanted to come by for drinks.
It was a numbers game. I would start with 50 possibilities and it would narrow as the day progressed to a few interested, enamored, and slightly drunk options by the end of the night. A few drinks later and I could always find one of them who was ready to go back to my room with me.
Lucy, though, was my greatest conquest. She was such a hottie... and she looked especially good tonight. Like I said, I usually stayed away from my own students at these things... but not tonight. Tonight I was going to spend the night in bed with this hot little thing.
When she showed up at the bar, along with a few friends, I was immediately thankful she hadn't changed clothes. I love what they all wear to these things but some of them change back into comfortable clothes at the end of the night. Not Lucy. She stayed in her mostly professional but a little too short black dress and heels.
She smiled when she saw me and walked over. I offered to buy her a drink for her hard work and she said, "Sure, but I should probably stop at one or two. I get a little crazy when I've had too many."
She smiled coyly as she said it and I knew things were headed the right direction.
As the night went on, I tried to find the balance of giving her attention but not too much. I wanted her to know I was interested but didn't want to broadcast it to the million other students who were there. Like I said, I didn't need a bunch of stories floating around when I got back to campus.
A few drinks later and she was indeed getting a little crazy... and probably spilling a little bit too much personal information. The subject turned to dating and sex at one point and she blurted out, "I haven't been with anyone in a while."
She immediately looked like she regretted it. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't believe I said that."
"It's ok. We're adults." I responded.
"In that case," she said, "I've got to tell you. I could really use a man right now. I've been so stressed with school and a night to relax would be really great."
"What would that night look like?" I asked.
"I want a night of being controlled and dominated." She said. "Nothing weird. No whips. No spankings. Just a night of some gorgeous guy telling me what to do, taking control of me... and fucking me hard all night long."
I was shocked. Speechless. I thought there was a shot but had no idea this was where things were going.
"Tell me your room number," she said. "I'll meet you there in one hour. I'm going to go freshen up."
"2118" I stammered out.
She pounded the rest of her drink, whispered goodbye, and started to walk away.
