So here's my second submission. I was pretty happy with the number of views and votes my first story got, although I would've liked a higher score. But the people have spoken! I can only get better... hopefully.
Anyway, LEAVE MORE COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK. I only received a few. I really want to know what you guys think of me so far, even if it's only been two stories. Please let me know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong so I can keep doing the good and fix the bad. I won't post as much if the scores are low. Then again, maybe I'm just bad. Who knows?
I typically like to write celebrity fiction, but sometimes write about other things. Somehow it always seems as though I leave my stories open for continuation, so if you do like this, tell me, or it'll stay as a standalone. Moving on, all you guys can pretend the professor is whatever hot professor you've encountered in your days. I tried to describe her as little as possible so your imagination can roam. Enjoy the story!
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I had already missed a handful of classes, either because of oversleeping or my lack of interest in the class. However, I didn't want to take US History again seeing as I wasn't a history major. I needed to pass, and I figured that if I talked with my professor I could make up an excuse as to why I'd been missing class.
I sat through two hours of boring group work before I could watch everyone pack up and leave. I made sure I was the last one in the room. I then walked down the stairs of the small lecture hall and stood in front of Miss Cassidy. She had packed her papers and looked about ready to leave. I felt pretty good about convincing her to give me a break. Though she was smart, she was perhaps a little too nice to her students. She wanted them to succeed, and I'm pretty sure I was no different. She had also been sending me a lot of emails that voiced her concern.
"Miss Cassidy?"
"Oh hey, did you want to..."
"Yeah," I said cutting her off. "Could we talk about, uh, the missing classes and what not?"
"We actually don't have that much to talk about. If you read my emails you would know that you waited too long. We're past the point where you could have made up some work."
"I read all your emails. I don't remember you saying there was a deadline."
"Did you read my latest email?"
"I... I guess not."
"Well then," she said staring at me.
It was obvious she wanted me to leave since she didn't want to budge on my grades. Though I knew this, I couldn't help but continue on.
"So... what, I can't do any extra credit work or anything?"
"I'll try and give you a D if you keep up with your work from now on and show up to class for once."
"I was here today."
"Yes, but we're already more than halfway through the semester and you've attended less than half of those classes."
"I know. I don't want to miss class. It's just that I'm usually tired. This class is too early for me."
"It starts at eleven and ends at one. Most people are awake by then."
"Ok, but not me. You know how college is," I said trying to squeeze a last bit of desperation out.
"Still, it's your fault for missing class."
"Can't you give me work to do instead? I won't tell any of the other students you've given me special treatment."
She smiled and looked right at me. Her hands were on the edge of her table as she leaned forwards towards me.
"No."
I hated waking up early. All my other classes were in the afternoon, and this was my morning class. Ba-humbug to anyone who says I should be awake at eleven in the morning. I didn't want to wake up for any class, no less US History. I took that at least twice in high school. I decided I was just going to go for it. What's the worst that could happen?
"Well, I have another idea then."
"What's that?" she said.
She was definitely upset I was still trying to get my grade up. I could tell. She was simply toying with me. Answering me like she was going to actually consider what I was going to say. I hoped she would.
"You're gorgeous," I said as she kept her smile but became a little more aware of where the situation was heading.
"And I'm attracted to you. What if... I make you "feel good," and in return I get some points I've missed out on?"
"You do realize I shouldn't even respond to that," she said, still bent over the table with her arms straight down supporting herself. She was too intrigued to move.
"You're what... thirty five? Maybe?"
"Thirty nine," she said correcting me.
"Well then," I said, impressed with how incredible she looked for her age.
"You're thirty nine, single, and you teach at a school where temptation stares you in the face. I've seen the way you sometimes look at the male students. Don't worry. I'm not gonna judge you. Though you usually get the male professors with wandering eyes."
I started walking around the table, and her eyes followed my footsteps as I moved in behind her. If she opposed, she had enough time to move yet she still stayed bent over the table.
"Don't you dare," she said.
She barely turned her head back to face me, but I felt her eyes gazing at my crotch. I stood next to her and grabbed her waist, sliding my hands up to her breasts. After a quick few squeezes and a small moan or two from Miss Cassidy, I ripped off her belt and stuck my hands in the sides of her jeans. I quickly pulled them down along with her panties. I left her jeans at her knees though in case someone walked in. At least we'd have a small chance at looking inconspicuous.
I put one hand next to hers and the other straight to her pussy. She hadn't said a word since I started working on her, and I figured I was going to be able to keep this going a little bit further, right to where I had planned. My dick had worked itself up quite enough, and so I sprung it free. It wasn't as hard as it was going to get, but it stood at Miss Cassidy's attention for sure. I stroked it as I moved behind her. She looked over her shoulder and stared at it for a moment, impressed with it I hoped. Her hungry gaze turned towards my eyes and asked for me to begin fucking her. I rubbed my dick along her slit, and she leaned forward, spreading her legs as far as her jeans would allow. I grabbed my dick with my right hand and grabbed her ass with my left. I slowly entered her waiting pussy with my now throbbing cock, and we were ready to seal our deal.
I easily slide all seven inches inside of her. She was much wetter than she should've been. Then again, when I first mentioned I should fuck her for my grade, she didn't move or oppose me, so maybe she really did want this.
Miss Cassidy moaned as she leaned forward with my thrusts. I grabbed her waist and picked up the pace. My dick tore into her wet cunt. She was surprisingly tight for a woman her age, but she did have the body of a thirty year-old. Maybe it had been a while since she'd been fucked. I didn't care. I was taking care of two birds with one stone here. I got to fuck my hot professor and improve my grade in one afternoon. I slowed down and put my hands next to hers on the table. I leaned forward and thrusted into her as far as I could while I rested my head on her back. I looked up at her, and she looked back at me lustfully.
