My first story ever! Tell me what you think!
Emma was a junior in college when she had her first sexual encounter with a professor. She was majoring in Biochemistry and the 5'5", 130lb student with the busty bra and those gorgeous curves had been working herself to death every night, all alone, in her room to finish her final project.
Emma had always had her professor, Dr. Treadwell, on the top of her list of guilty fucks. And she tried her best to impress him with her brains as well as her sexy thighs in those short skirts she liked to go commando in. On the day her final project was due, Emma woke up late because there had been a power surge and her alarm clock did not go off. She hurried herself into the shower, not getting in her morning orgasm and feeling anxious about the day.
She went to copy the project file from her computer to a disk and saw that the second half of the project had been deleted in the power surge since she had clumsily fallen asleep half-dressed and in the middle of her project. Since she was already late for class, she just took what she had and walked to school, she told her professor what had happened and he said they would speak after class, in his office.
She met him in his office after class. "Emma, your grade on the project as it is, is an F. Now, I am willing to let you do some make up work that can get you up to an A. But I cannot change the grade of your project and these aren't being accepted late," said Dr. Treadwell.
Emma couldn't help herself, her eyes started to tear up.
"There isn't any way that I can finish it and bring it to you later today, or any other options?"
"No. The project is out of the picture at this point. What we need to do is decide what you can do to make it up," said Treadwell.
"I'll do anything you ask, professor. I have to get an A in this class!"
"Well, Emma, I am going to fuck you. I always keep it a few degrees cooler in the classroom just so I can get horny by looking at your pert little nipples through those silk shirts," he said.
Emma had no idea how to reply to this, but she quickly made up her mind to let him do whatever he wanted to her, since it was a fantasy of hers to be dominated by him. She sensed that he wanted her to seem reluctant before giving in.
"Well, I have noticed that it's always chilly in here," she said. "But what I would really like to discuss is my make up work." She shifted so that he could see her D-cup breasts protruding from her blouse. She bit her bottom lip and looked him in the eye.
"If you keep pretending you don't already know where this is going, your grades will be affected."
