"Class dismissed," Dr. Monica Gutierrez announced with a smile and gathered up her papers. "James," she called to one of her students before he could leave. "Stay after, please, I have to discuss something with you." The sandy haired biology major took a seat on the nearest desktop and waited for the rest of the students to file out of the small lecture hall. Monica took her time putting away her things and clearing off the desk.
"Professor" James prompted nervously. "Is there something wrong"
Monica sighed. "I’m afraid so, James. You see, the thing is that I’ve noticed your grades seem to be slipping. You’re still at the top of the class, but the last two papers you’ve handed in I’ve found lacking and your average has dropped at least five points since last I checked…" The teacher closed the door and locked it before removing the clip from her hair and letting her dark locks cascade down her back. "Ah, that’s better," she murmured lightly as she unbuttoned the first few buttons on her blouse and shook out her hair.
James gulped as he watched his professor make herself more comfortable. After all, once class was over there was no reason to keep such a constraining decorum, but damn it, she had such a wonderful body. What James wouldn’t give to have her unbuttoning that blouse just a little more… He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he saw her put her leg up on her chair and begin rolling down her stockings.
"Sorry, James, you don’t mind, do you" Monica asked when she noticed her student blushing. "These are just so damn annoying. I only wear them for professional reasons."
"No," James assured her. "It’s okay." But it was not really okay. Her legs were long and supple, begging to be touched and mapped with an experienced tongue. James cleared his throat uncomfortably and shifted on the desk. "Is there anything I can do to bring my grade up to where it was"
"I’m not really sure, I don’t offer extra credit, but you are my favorite student." Monica winked at him over her black rimmed glasses.
"Please, professor, I’ll do anything," James said, wishing he had the willpower to look at something other than the gorgeous woman in front of him that was rapidly causing his brain to stop functioning properly.
"Anything" Monica challenged, raising an eyebrow. James blushed and averted his eyes for a moment before letting them return back to her face.
"Yes," he said bravely. He eyed her hungrily, his eyes roaming scandalously over her body. "Anything."
Monica grinned and slowly closed the distance between their bodies, fitting easily between his knees where he sat. "Are you sure"
"Yes," James breathed and in an instant he crushed his mouth to hers, abandoning all rules of teacher-student relations and forcing his tongue into her mouth. He slid his body off the desk and pressed himself into her soft form as she flicked her tongue against his. His hands roamed over her body, one coming to the front of her blouse to open it. Monica rolled her shoulders as she shrugged out of her shirt and tossed it to the floor.
James kissed a line from her mouth along her jaw, down her neck to her breasts. Deftly, he unclasped her bra at the back and pulled it off to cast it aside. Leaning down, he swiftly took one nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from his teacher as he laved it with his tongue. Her fingers laced themselves through his hair, tugging on it to bring his face back up to hers. Monica kissed him with a fierce intensity that only made James hunger for more. Eagerly, he pushed her backwards until they came to her desk. His mouth never leaving hers, he laid her out across her very own desk and placed his body atop hers.
"Oh, James," she moaned as he pressed himself into her. Her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt and she managed to slip it over his head before he was kissing her again. Their mouths fused together in heated passion and Monica’s fingers flew to James’ jeans. She opened the front of his trousers and shoved them down his thighs as far as she could make them go. James chuckled against her mouth and stopped a moment to slip out of his jeans and boxers.
Monica slid to the edge of her desk, opening her legs so that James could fit between them. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his hips into her. James gasped as his cock came into contact with her wet pussy. She hadn’t worn anything underneath that skirt the entire time! The very idea made James’ cock twitch with desire.
"Please, James," Monica pleaded, rubbing herself against him. "Fuck me; fuck me hard."
James was all too happy to comply as he positioned himself before her. She whimpered sexily, leaning back against the hard wood of the desktop, spread there like a perfect offering. James slammed his cock forward into her, feeling her tight around him, and his breath left him.
"Oh, God," he panted as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. She arched her back off the desk as he thrust himself into her slowly, her breasts rising into the air with every surge of his hips. She was a goddess, her body a temple, so tight and hot as if it had been made for worship. James ran his hands over her tanned skin, mapping the soft flesh with his fingertips.
"Harder," she begged him and James shoved himself harder into her, fucking her as if he meant to break her. She moaned wantonly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Sitting up slowly, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and slipped two in, sucking on them almost hungrily. Once she found her fingers wet enough for her liking, she trailed them down to the juncture between James’ legs.
The blond was confused a bit, but when one of her fingers massaged his own entrance, he got where she was going. His body tensed nervously, but she brought his mouth down to hers and he stopped thinking. He bucked his hips forward into her deeply and then suddenly felt her finger inside himself. He gasped against her mouth, as he constricted in pain around her finger. She moved then, sliding her finger over a spot inside him and James lost control.
"Holy shit," he gasped, breaking away from her mouth to curse, amazed at the feeling that had just shot through him. "Oh fuck," he groaned as she massaged that spot again and his hips jerked forward, her wet passage reminding him of other sensations. His body was overwhelmed and overloaded with the intensity of what he was feeling. Raw heat coursed through his veins as he rammed into Monica over and over again.
"Don’t stop," he urged her as he gripped her hips tightly, pushing himself deeper into her with every thrust.
"Oh, God, James!" She cried as he f***ed his hips faster, fucking her so that she could barely breathe.
"I can’t can’t" James panted, teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm. "I’m gunna cum," he admitted.
"Just a little longer." Monica worked her finger inside of him furiously, hitting that spot that made fire erupt in his stomach and made his toes curl under. James’ nails dug into her skin as he pistoned forward. Monica’s breasts bounced up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts, her eyes half lidded behind her glasses that had slid down her nose. She was the picture of sin and the image every man has had at least once when he came; and she was all his.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Right there!" Monica cried out in response to James’ ministrations. "Now, James, now, cum for me!"
And when her fingers slid over that spot again, James pulled out and dutifully came all over her face. His fingers gripped her tightly as white spurts of cream shot out to grace her cheeks and smear her lenses. She moaned, fingering herself as she came f***efully, riding out her orgasm.
They fell back onto the desk, trying to catch up with their racing heartbeats before Monica removed her glasses and cleaned them on her skirt. She wiped the cum off her face with a finger that she then sucked clean and with a smile she said, "Well, James, I think you’ve earned yourself you’re A+."