All I Do is tickle their fancy!
“How did you not get expelled after that?”
I shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess. Or maybe he enjoyed my mouth play too much to tell the administration.”
“But what about everybody else? No one reported you?”
I wondered the same thing. I gave my music professor a blow job in the middle of class, and yet, somehow, I had escaped any trouble at all. The only consequences were getting some more men interested in testing my oral skills after seeing my presentation.
“They must have enjoyed the show.”
“I can’t believe it didn’t even affect your grade,” my friend responded with a smirk.
“Doesn’t matter now,” I said, happy that I was able to live it down and graduate with no problems whatsoever. “And he clearly wants to get another sample of my special talents.”
“What do you mean?”
“Professor Donnelly asked me to meet him in his office this afternoon to discuss ‘the situation,’ as he called it.”
All she could do was laugh and shake her head. “What makes you think he wants to start something up with you now?”
“Why not? I’m not his student anymore. I’m not even in that department anymore. Of course he wants my mouth on him again! Who wouldn’t? Why else would he ask to see me?”
“I know!” I continued. “This is going to make graduate school a lot more interesting.”
“If you say so,” she responded incredulously. “Good luck, I guess.”
“Thanks,” I said, but I knew I didn’t need luck. All I needed was my overeducated mouth and I’d be fine. I was looking forward to the extracurricular activity that awaited me for the next two years.
When I walked down the hall to Professor Donnelly’s office, I have to admit, some of the bravado I had earlier that day disappeared. I wouldn’t say I was afraid of being rejected by him, but it began to dawn on me that maybe my stunt wasn’t as well-received as I thought it was. What if I humiliated myself during this meeting? What if what I did came back to haunt me, even though I wasn’t getting my master’s degree in that department? What if I fucked up my time as a graduate student before it even started?
I didn’t get his attention at first, but the way his pants hugged his crotch definitely got mine.
I tried not to let those thoughts creep into my mind too much. As I put my hand on the doorknob, I knew I had to exude my usual sexual confidence — the same sexual confidence I had the day I sucked him for the whole class to see. Even the taste of him was something I wasn’t likely to ever forget, and I was anxious to relive that experience — even if it wasn’t in front of an audience, even if it wasn’t quite as taboo.
As I opened the door and got a glimpse of Professor Donnelly looking so scholarly in his chair grading papers, I immediately got turned on. I didn’t get his attention at first, but the way his pants hugged his crotch definitely got mine. I had no idea how I was going to get through this meeting without gobbling him up like a yummy sexual lollipop.
“Professor Donnelly?” I called out to let him know I was there.
“Hi, Sarah. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” he said seriously. I gulped. It didn’t seem like this was going to work out the way I hoped it would. “I’m sure you know why I called you here.”
“Yes, I know,” I said as I got settled into my seat. I looked down at the floor, staring at my shoes. It finally occurred to me that although I had fun doing it, maybe I had taken things way too far.
“Good. I’m sure you realize that was insanely inappropriate.”
“Yes, Professor Donnelly.”
“You know that you could have gotten into big trouble over this if anyone ever told the dean, right?”
“Luckily for you, it never came to that.”
“I know. But since I graduated and I’m working on my master’s now, I hope we can just forget that whole episode.”
I was disappointed, but figured it was the best I could hope for.
“What you did was insanely inappropriate,” he repeated with a serious tone that made me wonder why I thought this meeting would go any other way.
“Yes, Professor Donnelly, I know. I’m sorry for what I did. I just got carried away.”
“Wait, let me finish! What you did was insanely inappropriate, but luckily for you, so are my fantasies. I’d been wanting to have sex with one of my students for years, but I never had the nerve to act on it. Since you did what you did, it’s all I can think about. And now that you’re not my student, I’ve been thinking about it even more and….”
My ears perked up with excitement.
“Yes, Professor Donnelly?” I responded, trying to play it as cool as I could.
“I want to…explore this further with you.”
“You do?” I asked, feeling that horniness build up in me again, just as it had during the classroom spectacle I made.
“I mean, if you want to. You seemed pretty eager to impress me with your skills at the time, and you certainly did.”
I was pleasantly surprised, and as I looked at his crotch, there was no way I was going to refuse this offer — though I couldn’t help but wonder what else came with it.
I had no idea how I was going to get through this meeting without gobbling him up like a yummy sexual lollipop.
“I did enjoy it, but are you suggesting that you want us to be in a relationship?”
“Perhaps. Is that not what you want?”
“I mean…I don’t know if I want anything serious while I’m working on my master’s. And I don’t know how other people would feel about it, even though I’m not your student anymore.”
“If you prefer, it can be our dirty little secret,” Professor Donnelly said as he began to unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down, exposing how excited he was by the prospect of this arrangement. “I mean, if you’re up to some extracurricular activities, of course.”
Now he was speaking my language and by the time his pants hit the floor, I knew I was definitely up to it. Seeing the way his body was rising to the occasion made the idea even more delicious. I wasted no time getting on my knees in front of him, rubbing his crotch underneath his boxers and remembering how good it felt to have him in my mouth that first time.
“So, I take it that’s a yes,” he said as he looked down at me, smiling and beginning to stroke my hair.
I pulled down his underwear and let my tongue do the talking as I began to run up and down the length of his hard shaft. He immediately started to moan as I licked him diligently, stroking my hair and encouraging me to keep going.
And I did. From bottom to top, from top to bottom, I savored every thick inch of him, getting off on his response as much as feeling his veiny flesh against my tingling taste buds. He spread his legs wide to give me more access to him, which I used to take care of his balls. They stiffened in my hands as I massaged them and continued licking his cock, much to Professor Donnelly’s delight.
As I took his balls in my mouth, his moans of appreciation became louder and his grip on my head became tighter. I wrapped my mouth around them as tightly as I could, while griping his cock in my hand and pumping him up and down slowly.
I heard his breathing get heavier and his hands fell from my head and rested on each side of his chair, wrapping into a tight fist of orgasm anticipation.
I interrupted the fantastic festivities with a practical probe: “When do your office hours end?”
“What?” he asked, startled.
“Don’t you have a class coming up?”
He looked over at the clock and nodded. “I do, but…this is a bit more important right now.”
I don’t know why, given what I was doing, I suddenly became so conscientious, but I decided I needed to make sure he got to his class on time. “You’re never late, it would look suspicious.”
With that, I gave his balls one last, long, strong suck and began working on his cock again. First I took the tip in my mouth and savored the taste — not to mention the sounds of Professor Donnelly’s delight above me. I plunged his entire shaft in my mouth, and his pleasure sounds became so loud I worried someone walking by his office would hear him and come in to find out what was going on.
“What you did was insanely inappropriate, but luckily for you, so are my fantasies.”
That fleeting concern didn’t stop me from inhaling his whole shaft into my mouth, feeling every inch of him until it was filling me up entirely. From the corner of my eye, I watched his chest rise and fall as his breath became even more labored and his moans continued to sing the chorus of my praises.
I loved the sound of it; it inspired me to continue. I started sucking him slowly at first, and then picked up speed until I was pushing his cock in and out of my mouth in the frenzy of wild abandon. I started to massage his tight balls again, and his pleasured response turned me on even more. I knew I had a deadline on this assignment, so I pulled out the last line of defense to give him that ultimate pleasure my mouth had become known for.
As I continued sucking him, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat, my hand travelled down to his ass, and I started rubbing his hole, giving him a head’s up of my incoming insertion. And even with that, he jumped in his chair a little as I rammed my finger inside and started pushing it deeply in and out of the tightness.
I worked his cock and asshole at the same time and that was what it took to get my indecent homework done. He let out one last, long moan and shot his load into my mouth. It filled my cheeks and trickled down my throat as my mouth milked him until every drop had been squeezed out of his dick.
When he was finally done, I removed his cock from my mouth and my finger from his asshole. I slid my body back and looked up at him staring at me with complete satisfaction on his face. I looked over at the clock and marveled at how well I’d done the job with time to spare.
“Wow, you really took this assignment seriously,” he said as he pulled up his boxers and put the academic air about him back on. “I look forward to our next private session.”
“Too bad there won’t be any more public exhibitions in class.”
He smiled. “Not in class…but there are plenty of places on campus we can further explore your exhibitionism.”
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.