A Study Of Seduction

“Infinitely Boring.” Those are the words that form in my mind as I watch my professor cross the room. The heat of the day begins to strengthen and cloak me in the suffocating confines of the dreary classroom. I see the lush green of the trees outside and will myself away from this space with every single fiber of my being. The class is not one that is required but I was told by a good friend, that traitorous lying bitch, that I would find the professor and the subject to be most stimulating. I wonder to myself as I sit here, what I could have possibly done to her to make her hate me so much. My professor is a dreary man. He’s not unattractive, and he’s not particularly stimulating either. Ordinary. Ordinary eyes framing an ordinary face, above an ordinary body from what I have seen. What makes him so particularly special? Why would Celia tell me that I would “Thoroughly enjoy Professor Michaels and his class” so much?

Curiosity now has me hooked when previously I had assumed it was the dry subject matter of English philosophy that should, would have kept me enthralled and enraptured. I’ve moved on from the literary meaning of words to finding out what those words mean in person. How do I embody a phrase? How do I become something that someone only writes about? My studies are slowly turning me into a student of the flesh. Captured by the lust, by the need, and the greed of those who find stimulation and fulfillment in earthly pleasures. Sensual pleasures.

I take another look at Professor Michaels and it is as if my eyes are peeled slowly open. What is he hiding beneath that plain tan sweater and those khaki pants? Is there something about him that is mysterious or is it just my fascination with those of the male species that I find I can not keep my mind focused on the subject matter? It’s hard to look down at the book we’re supposed to be studying but I find myself gazing at the book and instead of words forming to make a complete sentence I see visions of skin. Clear, hard, glistening skin. Tendons and muscles bunching in his back and legs as he leans over me. Neck straining as the cords of strength in his shoulders strain as he thrusts himself….

“Rae, are you paying attention? Rae…hello…” I am snapped out of my reverie by the voice of Professor Michaels literally right next to me. I look up and suddenly I’m looking into his green eyes. How did I not notice his eyes were green, flecked with gold and brown? How did I not notice those lashes, impossibly long. His face, so ordinary before is now just blossoming in front of me. His lips, mmmm those lips look like they would be fantastic to kiss. “Rae, are you paying attention, are you all right?” He asks me.

I can’t help myself. As he crouches down next to my desk I look at him straight on. Don’t do it! I tell myself but it’s pointless to argue. The curiosity of his taste has taken hold and I will have it. I must know what Celia found so desirable that she urged me to take this class. “I’m doing okay Professor Michaels.” I reply. I stare at him, dead on in the eyes and I hide nothing. I let the curve of my mouth and the flick of my wet tongue on my lips do the talking. I promise him with my eyes that soon, I’ll be showing him exactly what is wrong with me. Red faced, he clears his throat and smiles at me. Hoping that is confusion on his face and not distress he stands up and walks to the front of the room.

My body is a traitorous weapon. I can’t stop it from reacting to my horrid thoughts. Bending me over his desk in front of the class and pulling up my skirt! I try to tell myself to stop but the remainder of the class is a study in torture, pure raw torture on my mind and my body. I have no one to blame but myself. If I didn’t have these truly wicked thoughts in my head I would not feel this way. Unfulfilled, urgent, needy, wanting, greedy for the taste of his skin in my mouth. Of his scent pasted on my chest. Class ends and I nearly pant as I stand up to walk out of the classroom. I linger a moment to steady myself and know that as soon as class is over I am going to my apartment to get myself off. Unless I can find someone else to do it for me.

“Professor, would you mind if I talked to you for a few minutes alone?” I ask. Does he know that now I am the predator? I’m not a young girl to be deterred by the impropriety of our situation. It is not as if he can tell me know. After all, I am his student. Motioning me back to his office at the side of the class he turns to me as I walk in. “What do you need, Rae? Are you sure you are all right?” So sweet.

“I’m sorry Professor Michaels, I’m really considering dropping the class. If I do it now it won’t count against me and to be honest with you…it’s very hard to concentrate in class.” I tell him. He’s standing next to his desk, hip against the side as I slide into the leather chair opposite his desk. The cool leather feels like a familiar hand against my skin. I squirm as I feel the moisture gathering in my cunt.

“Well, why can’t you concentrate? Is there something going on that you would like to talk about?” He asks. His posture does not change, his expression becomes slightly more concerned but otherwise there is no reaction. Can’t he see what is between my legs? Can’t he sense or even smell the heady fragrance of my desire lying waiting in the nest between my thighs?

“Well, honestly, I really would like to explore something and I just don’t know a good way to go about it.” I tell him. I stand up and walk to the door. I know it is at least an hour before his next class and I quietly, and slowly, shut the door. “I know that I am just not supposed to do this, but I really don’t know what to do.” I turn around and I think it is then that he realizes that he is not in the presence of a student intent on talking to her teacher but a tigress about to pounce on her next meal. “I mean, I’ve found it hard to concentrate while I’m soaking wet. Throbbing during your class and I just don’t think that it is good for me.” I walk a little closer. My nipples are hard beads I don’t even try to hide. I sundress does little to shield me from his eyes, growing ever wider and rounder.

“Oh, well…” It’s not fair for me to do this to him, but I need it. I have to have just one little tiny taste. I have to know what his secret is. I stop, mere inches from him and slowly lean in. I keep my hands to my sides and slowly slide my skin along his clothes. I brush my bare arms across his chest, the skin below the hem of my dress slides along his thigh and I press my body along his, hands to my sides. “I just want to feel you, and I want to know exactly what you have underneath this sweater.” I tell him.

“Do you now,” he says to me. Wait a second. Was that his voice? That calm, controlled and thick with desire voice? I look up and it is then that I realize my mistake. I am not the hunter, I’ve just become the prey. Sliding his hands up my back he grips the back of my head in his hands and suddenly my body is no longer against his, his is over mine. His body is not reacting to me but mine is reacting to him. His face close to mine I close my eyes and savor the feeling. The pulse pounding feeling that leaves traces of liquid desire running down the inside of my thigh. His breath on my neck is an aphrodisiac. The whisper of his lips against mine make me tremble. Touch me, I think, just fucking touch me. “I think that I know exactly what it is you want.” He tells me. Matter of fact. No hesitation. It seems like an endless wait before his mouth finally touches mine. His body caresses mine, fully clothed, burning me with the inferno beginning to climb inside of me. His mouth seduces mine. Not demanding, not harsh, but soft. A tender caress promising me.

Begging to be taught a very good lesson.

His body cradles me, hard, unyielding but not rough. Not yet. The weight of him presses me back against his desk and I lean into the hard oak as his mouth slants across my tender lips. My breath is coming faster, a sporadic hitch of desire with every exhalation. I burn inside as he touches me. His hand fists in my hair bringing me closer, stretching me up along the length of him while his other hand slowly trails down my side. The heat of his palm against my skin through the thin barrier of my dress stirs my desire like nothing else. What kind of torture is this? This was hiding all along in front of me.

“So, you think you want to find out what I am hiding inside these clothes? Hm?” He asks. I can’t even speak yet. His hand travels back up and grips my chin, tilting my face up to him. “Answer me.” It is not a command, not a question, merely a statement of fact.

“Yes, I want to find out what is hiding inside your clothing.” I tell him. He looks me over, my eager eyes, my puffy lips and the desire shining like some green girl who has never been kissed.

“No, I don’t think you are ready yet to learn what you want but you are ready to give something to me aren’t you. Close your eyes and turn around.” I am so ready to listen my eyes close before he has even completed the sentence. His body steps away from mine and I turn around. I feel him step closer to me and I can’t help the shivers that race down my arms, legs and my back. A breath rushes out of me as his hands come up on both sides of my arms. Tracing down to my hands he places his palms on the backs of my hands and threads his fingers in between mine. Gripping my hands he places them palm down on my breasts, using my own skin to inflame me. I sigh as he runs our hands down my breasts, over my sensitive nipples and down over the flat plane of my stomach. He leans in, his face cradled in the curve of my neck. Breathing close I feel his lips taste me. Touching my neck and working his way around I lean against him as our hands trail lower towards the hem of my dress. Abruptly he pulls my hands up and begins to stretch them out along the desk, higher and higher until I am laying bent over the desk, my back arched and my ass seeking a comfortable place against the hard cock straining in his pants.

“Leave your hands right there and don’t move. Don’t open your eyes just relax and listen.” He instructs me. Who am I to obey? I feel him step away and the soft caress of his fingers on my flushed skin as he pulls my dress up to expose my panties. He rubs the thin cotton between my legs with his right hand and places his left hand on the small of my back. Over and over he rubs the tender and swollen, aching, flesh between my legs. My panties are already soaked through and I know he can feel the cum through the cotton. The liquid honey flowing from me coats his fingers and the inside of my thighs. He presses harder and slides one finger into my cunt from the side, never taking my panties down off of my ass. Sliding one finger inside of me is just a tease. Over and over he slides his finger into me, making me fevered with need, pulsating with desire to have him inside of me. I can hear him adjusting himself and I hear the soft whisper of his pants as he unzips them. Finally I’m going to have him inside of me and explode all over him. The thought nearly sends me over the edge and he feels my muscles tighten, expectation rippling inside of me like a hot wave breaking free.

He takes his hand away and this is it, I think, finally! Yet instead of his cock pressing into my expecting pussy he pulls me up and slowly pushes me to my knees. “Keep your eyes closed.” I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my mouth and I instinctively open my lips and stick out my tongue for a taste. “Open your mouth wide, Rae.” He tells me. I open wide and feel the length of him pressing into my mouth. I resist the urge to open my eyes and try to be a very very good girl. He’s long and thick, perfect for making my mouth ache with effort from tasting him. Over and over he holds both sides of my head while he slowly fills and empties my mouth with his cock. Slowly at first and then the tempo increases. I feel his cock swelling as his control lessens and I feel his balls swell in expectation. Deeper he shoves his cock and I work on not gagging as he slides down to the back of my throat. Completely filled, my mouth wet and full of him he pulls me even tighter and I feel him explode. I welcome his cum in the back of my mouth and I wait while he drains himself into me. Cum is running down my leg and I am trying hard not to just beg him to fuck me right there. He obviously wants something from me so I will wait and see what kind of game his is playing with me. Slowly he pulls out and I keep my eyes closed and lick him until I am sure that every drop of his cum is in my mouth.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He tells me. I hear him buttoning and zipping his pants up and now I’m starting to get a little pissed. “I know what you’re thinking, what about me, well you’ll get yours but not yet. You need to learn that I don’t do anything when you want me to but I’ll reward your patience with exactly what you want. Open your eyes.” He finally says.

I open my eyes and there he is standing, fully clothed, not one hair out of place in front of me. I know I must look a wreck, saliva and cum on me, nearly writhing with need on the floor. He walks over to me and helps me to my feet. My heart is pounding so hard I can hardly even speak. “Do you want me to make you cum, and cum hard?” He asks me. I’m sitting now, in the chair across from his desk while he strokes my hair.

“Yes I would like you to make me cum.” I answer. I look up at him and he bends down to me. Taking my mouth in a tender kiss.

“Come over to my house tonight at 8pm and wear something pretty. Not slutty, something very pretty.” He tells me. An invitation to the Professor’s house. Hopefully it won’t be a repeat of this afternoon because I am so not okay with sucking his cock and not getting off. “Rae, that was also the best deep throat I’ve ever had. Certainly the best anyone has ever sucked my cock.” The compliment makes my face a little red. Really, you don’t have to bring that up now while I’m still trying to squirm around and make myself have an orgasm.

“I’m going to go now and finish my classes. I’ll see you tonight.” I tell him. Standing I try to make my way to the door but just as I am about to open it he pins me against the door. Lifting my face up he leans down and kisses me. Fuck this is not a kiss this is a full frontal tongue assault. My mind empties and all I can do is grip his arms and hang on while he takes is fill of my mouth. I duel with him back and forth, my tongue mingling with his tongue. Slippery, wet, desire. He backs off and reaches behind him. Handing me my bag.

“Oh, and did you still want to drop my class?” He inquires of me. His eyes give nothing away and for a second I wonder where my soft spoken and shy professor has gone off to. This is certainly not him.

“No, I think I’ll stick it out the rest of the semester.” I answer. There’s no way I’m going to drop his class now. Just imagine what kinds of things he’s going to teach me.