Jack was a university professor for history. This was his first year at the University, so far everything has been going well. Almost too well.
Thank god it was the last week before his students first holiday of this semester, which meant no grading of papers, no dressing up like a responsible adult and no female students in heat who all wanted a piece of him. Frankly, he was the youngest professor they had, and very good looking as well. Candy on a stick almost. Black hair cut very short, glacier blue eyes set in an angular shaped face with high cheekbones and full lips. He had more than his fair share of offers by his female students; even two teachers came up to him and flirted straight out. He was flattered for one, but lately its been a curse more than a blessing.
Especially one of his students: Clare has been teasing him endlessly - her miniscule skirts, her heels and her pretty set of tits on display. Normally he would have ignored her blatant advances, but his sexual abstinence and her alluring presence spoke to him. Might just be his dick talking though.
Taking a deep breath he prepared himself for his next lecture of the day, with none other than Clare in his class. Oh joy. On by one his students streamed in and filled the seats, he scanned the rows not having seen Clare's signature blond curls yet. Heels clicked on the floor, he checked the doorway and there she stood - plaid checked blue skirt barely hitting mid thigh, knee high black socks and a tied top showing a sliver of midriff but a huge amount of cleavage. Her sensuous lips were framed by a lollipop she was sucking on. Innocently, she said, "Sorry Professor I'm late.."
Clearing his throat, hopefully calming down his boner; he told her to take a seat. As his luck would have it she sat down in the first row, straight in front of his desk. He saw her crossing her legs, her skirt riding up dangerously. Jack didn't know what drew him to her so much, after all this was not the first time his students dressed provocatively.
Forcing his focus to shift, he started his short lecture. Around halfway through he noticed Clare was sucking harder on her lollipop, her lips curved around it's sweet head hollowing out her cheeks before she licked it with her tongue. Spreading her legs wide, Jack immediately saw his dirty student was not wearing underwear. Was she serious? He took refuge behind his desk, as he didn't want the whole auditorium to witness his embarrassing attraction to a student of his. Clare did not stop there though, she sucked her lollipop hard enough for Jack's dick to wish it was his head getting sucked before she licked the head a last time and secretly let it slide down between her thighs, stroking her wet pussy lips with it.
Jack's fingers tightened around the edges of the desk he was holding on, his patience thinning by the minute. Literally hoping he could finish the last 5 minutes of his lecture without embarrassment.
Her sweet lips spread wide by the red lolli, one flick of her wrist and the lolli was buried in her tight pussy, soaking it with her juices she drew the stick out brought it back up to her mouth and licked it. Fuck, he thought. Nope he was not doing this.
3 minutes before the official end, he wrapped up saying, "Class, I'll let you go early today in anticipation of your upcoming holidays. Don't forget the assignment though."
Immediately students started to pack up their stuff leaving the classroom in groups. Clare was still in her chair; he called her out "Ms. Dupree, a word with you please."
He waited for the class to clear until he got up and locked the door. Stalking back to his desk his eyes found hers, between clenched teeth he ground out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes went comically wide, the lollipop leaving her mouth, "Who? Me?"
