When Professors Have Their Way
Madeline Brenmyr folded her long slender fingers over one of her knees. Her purple linen summer dress draped gently over her long athletic legs, ending just above her ankles, creating dramatic and alluring effect. She cocked her head slightly, brushed a strand of her auburn hair from her delicately sculpted face and asked, "So, Professor Cage, what did you want to see me about?"
Professor Cage looked gravely at her across his desk. "We have a problem, Miss Brenmyr. It's coming up on the end of your final term here, and looking at the grades I'm about to turn in-" he paused, "- I have no choice but to tell the Registrar's Office that you're failing."
"What!" she exploded, her hands grasping the armrests on the chair. "That can't be! I've gotten A's on all my tests, have never missed an assignment and I study regularly. It's not possible that I'm failing."
"I understand all that, Madeline. And it's true. You are doing better than most of the other students. However, I sense that you have more to give. I have no choice but to curve your grade to where I think it reflects your actual output relative to your full potential, regardless of your comparison to others."
"You mean you fixed it!" Anger flashed in her green eyes as she leaned forward slightly. "I deserve an A and you know it!"
"Perhaps."
Professor Cage got up and walked around the desk, standing behind Madeline. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned forward and said into her ear, "Or maybe you can work up to your full potential and earn the A."
With that, he slid his hands forward, under the top of Madeline's dress and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. He felt her body stiffen, but she made not a noise, clearly too shocked to react. Before Madeline had a chance to recover, Professor Cage withdrew his right hand and reached down to the hem of her ankle length dress, drawing it quickly up to her waist. In a flash, he put his hand over her crotch. "I think you understand what sort of extra work I'm talking about."
As if to punctuate the point, he pulled aside her panties and ran a finger up the slit of her still dry pussy, pushing his finger in up to the second knuckle. Madeline gasped as his finger slid painfully into her unaroused pussy, bringing a smile to Professor Cage's face.
Madeline barely knew what to do, as she had been completely unprepared for this situation. Two minutes earlier, she had arrived in Professor Cage's office at his invitation expecting accolades for her upcoming graduation. Now, she found herself with a finger in her pussy, a hand kneading her breast, and on top of it all, she was unjustly facing failure.
In a rush, her faculties returned and she leapt up from the chair. She felt his finger brush her clit as it pulled out from inside her and she shuddered involuntarily.
"Professor Cage! What do you think you are doing? You can't touch me like that," she hissed, anger and embarrassment turning her cheeks a bright red. She had her hands balled into small fists at her sides.
"I'm merely showing you where some additional talents lie."
That said, he began to approach her again. She tried to back away but bumped into the desk behind her. He crowded into her, positioning his body so she couldn't close her knees and put his hand again between her legs, rubbing her crotch through the thin material of her dress. With his free hand, he began to work her dress upwards, bunching the material around her waist.
As soon as he was able, he slid his hand down the front of her panties, his fingers rubbing back and forth across her clit. She gasped as the tips of Professor Cage's fingers spread her pussy lips and pushed inside her. His other hand caressed and squeezed her breasts in turn.
Immediately, she began to push at his hands protesting loudly, "Professor Cage! What are you doing? Get your hands off of me! You can't just touch me like that!"
Professor Cage withdrew and with a firm look stated, "Let's not forget that if you want to graduate this June, you need a good grade in my class that only I can give. So it behooves you to do what I want."
Deep down, Madeline knew he was right. She could, of course, report him to the University ethics committee, but those things take time. Graduation was almost upon her and she already had a job lined up pending successful graduation. By the time everything was sorted out, the job would already have gone to somebody else. No, she knew the only way in which her life could proceed unhindered was through the man in front of her. Though she did not find him unattractive, she had certainly never expected nor desired to become sexually involved with Professor Cage. But she knew he had her and so did he.
Wordlessly, she began to remove her clothing. The dress slithered down her supple body and crumpled to the ground around her feet. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her c-cup bra and cast it aside, revealing two perky breasts capped off with puffy pink nipples. She had always been proud of her breasts. They stood more or less on their own and their roundness and size balanced out her wide hips.