My appreciation goes to a number of people who inspired this story. While I will not mention their names at this stage I must indicate a gentleman who has become a favourite of mine on the 'lecture circuit' ... Mr Laurence Sterne. His help in causing certain young ladies to be disinterested has enabled me to reap the 'rewards'! I hope this teaches them to dig below the surface.<
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During the year I met some interesting, sometimes very interesting, students in my college English class. This was one such year. Maybe I was just lucky; depending upon your point of view.
I'm Mr B. to most of my students, including a young lady named Nicole who seemed disinterested in my class but would prick up her ears at any mention of a sex-oriented topic. She was good at "prick up" as evidenced by her leaning over my desk inviting me to look at her firm breasts. She'd stick her nice long legs out in the aisle. I would make the necessary excuse me noises and tread carefully. All the time I would be pretending to ignore her. I hoped that she saw it that way because I didn't want her to think that her prick teasing ways had got to me. My throbbing cock told me otherwise. But after all wasn't I the true professional!? Say it enough and perhaps you'd believe it.
I cared for my students; each and every one; although it was safer to view them as an educational sponge, especially the way some female students dressed. Real eye candy stuff. But as much as I tried to remain calm and focussed I struggled because of my human; alright, male frailties.
I tried to remain indifferent to Nicole's seductive charms, but it was very difficult not to notice her enter the room wearing a short skirt and a tight white shirt stretched further by her full, firm breasts. It was obvious that she was excited because her nipples prominently pushed against her shirt. Her lips looked warm and inviting as she traced them with her tongue leaving them glistening with moisture. The movement didn't go unnoticed as I gave an involuntary gasp. I hoped nobody noticed but to be sure I coughed as if clearing my throat.
She sat at the front of the room. I felt confused because she offered immense pleasure to the eye but she was a distraction I didn't need. As if she could detect my suffering she sucked suggestively on a pen. My cock stirred as if rising from a deep slumber to form a bulge at the front of my pants. I immediately had to take evasive action behind my desk. I shuffled some papers on my desk to distract attention from my growing discomfort. This young lady was affecting me, but I had to force myself to ignore her because I had a lecture to deliver.
I started the lecture on the writings of Laurence Sterne, an 18th century English novelist, but the general shuffle was one of disinterest. So I thought of motivating my students with an injection of Sterne's humour in my lecture. Clever! I referred to his 'green gowns' in "Tristram Shandy" meaning to have sexual intercourse and especially to deflower a virgin. This had the immediate effect of refocussing many students, but one. Nicole of course! I wondered why. I soon knew the answer. She was entertaining herself with her own thoughts along a sexual theme as I became only too aware when she slowly spread her legs to reveal her naked pussy. Why read about it when you've got the real thing on offer. Do you think the virginal bit can be discounted though? These thoughts caused my train of thought to be interrupted mid sentence and I stuttered something that sounded remotely intelligent. Rembering my position (not the one my mind pictured ... tut, tut, tut) I turned my eyes from her and continued the lecture as though she had no effect on me ... ah, the ultimate professional!
Just then the siren sounded to end the lesson. Nicole jumped up to hurry out of the room, seemingly annoyed at the lack of attention I had given her. But my fire had been ignited and it was smouldering away beneath my cool exterior.
"Nicole, may I talk to you?" I asked, but with more of a demand in my voice.
She slowly walked over to my desk. I hurried to the door, shut and locked it.
"You have been a very bad girl Nicole, trying to distract me ... and not wearing any panties," I admonished. "What are we going to do with you?"
But I knew all along. The stirring between my legs was telling me. I grabbed Nicole and thrust her up against the chalkboard wrapping my fingers in her hair and pulling her head back. I kissed her hard and deep.
While kissing and biting her neck I whispered, "Is this what you want Nicole? Or did you want this?" With that I reached under her top and pinched her long, hard nipples. If they weren't erect before they were now. She moaned as if in reply.
Her outstretched arms tried to encircle me but they seemed to be an offering of surrender so I firmly grasped them and then pulled them behind her back. That caused her to be rammed hard against the chalkboard, unable to move. My free hand took the opportunity to wander beneath her short skirt and stroke her naked butt.
Listening to her pleading, "No, Mr B."
I replied, "You tease, Nicole. You deserve all you get."
My cock was throbbing again, its stiffness hard against my pants. It was demanding satisfaction especially when in uncontrolled excitement I rammed a finger up her ass while stroking her wet pussy.
But I had other plans for her; plans that were essential to making her pay.
"Bend over the desk and grab the sides, Nicole!"
