Let them in

“Is it okay if I let them in, Kate?” You’d prefer not to have to ask, since it gives up a bit of control, and consent is important. Besides, if she says yes, you’re pretty sure the humiliation of having somebody watch as she blows her professor will more than make up for it, and if not, the humiliation of potentially stopping somebody from learning because of her cocklust will do the same. And if she’s not comfortable with either of those, it’s best to find that out now.

“Um . . . I guess? But, um, if you could hide me under the desk, I don’t want them to know that it’s me.”

“I can do that. Keep sucking, bitch.” You give her a pat on the head, then turn your attention to the door as her blowjob continues. “Come in!” You raise your voice for the sake of the person at the door, and it opens to reveal Dana, the brunette math major from yesterday.

“Hello, Dana. What can I do for you?”

“I just had some questions about the class structure, if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely. For the sake of disclosure, I should tell you that I’m currently getting a blowjob from another student, and I’m pretty sure that both of us are getting off from the exhibitionism at least a bit.” Kate nods with your cock in her mouth, although she’s blushing furiously as you address her position so candidly. “She’d prefer anonymity, so I can’t say much more, but since you’re involved I think it’s important that you know what’s going on.”

“What the fuck!” Dana almost explodes at you. “How is that fair? I mean, I get that you’re a sex teacher or whatever, but students sleeping with you for a grade is just . . . just . . . “

“For the record, Dana,” you say with a serious stare, “this is a class about sex. If a student were good enough at sex to convince me to artificially inflate their grade, I’m sure they would have no trouble getting the grade through more legitimate channels. But in any case, my sex life is active enough that I don’t need to hand out academic favors for a little action. This is purely and entirely for fun. If you’re uncomfortable with that, you’re welcome to leave, but if you’re uncomfortable with the idea of sex in general then I’m honestly not sure why you’re taking my class.”

“I . . . well . . . “ Dana flounders for a moment. “I, I guess that makes sense logically, it’s just . . . power imbalance, you know? And I know that doesn’t make sense in this particular instance, assuming I trust you to teach us about boundaries effectively, which I do, given that you could have just not told me at all, or not told me that it was a student, I guess it’s . . . I guess it’s just a reaction based on expectations. I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be, your reaction was understandable.” Your tone becomes softer as you drop into a teaching tone. “We’ll talk a lot about the psychology of sex, the way our neural pathways change when we’re aroused. And based on the analysis you’ve just given me, I think you’re going to do well in this class. We’ll just have to work on breaking down some barriers and preconceived notions about what sort of sex people ‘should’ be having to get there. Now, would you like to continue? If not, you can always come back at a different time or send me an email.”

“I’ll – I’ll stay, I think I’m comfortable with this.” She sits down and fixes her posture, then continues. “I was just wondering about midterms, you said something about playing in class yesterday?”

“Yes, thanks for asking. So the structure will be different for different midterms. For this class we’ll have two. For one, we’ll bring in some of our class-approved sex partners and you’ll demonstrate getting consent, talking through kinks and finding mutually-enjoyable ideas together, and Jane and I will be grading you live. For the other, you’ll demonstrate a kink of your choice with me in front of the class, showing your ability to introduce new sexual ideas to a partner and openness with your sexuality.” You push Kate a bit deeper on your cock before continuing. “Accommodations can be made for those who are severely turned off by being watched, but we do expect that you’ll at least be comfortable with talking about sex in detail in front of others as a part of the Applied Sex degree, so you won’t be able to work completely in private. Does that answer your questions?”

“Um, yes, thank you. And, I assume I shouldn’t mention this-“ she gestures toward your lower body “-to anybody else?”

“Well it’s not too much of an issue for me, so it’s really up to her. What do you think, slut?” Kate looks up at you expectantly as you mention her. “Can your classmate tell others about how somebody sucked the Professor off on the first day? Or would you prefer for this to stay a secret? There are no wrong answers, I can assure you that I’m happy with either approach.” She seems to be thinking about it for a moment, so you continue talking. “I’d imagine that since this is the first year of the program, most students would be surprised at that sort of gossip, so news would probably spread. You’d have to hear people wondering who had the nerve to suck me off first, find a way to participate in those conversations while not letting slip that it was you. Not sure if you would be comfortable with that.”

As you describe that potential scenario, her eyes almost begin to cross, her eyelashes flutter, and you can see her desperately holding back a moan.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” She nods, so you turn back to Dana. “Feel free to talk about it, she seems pretty excited by the idea.” Kate’s face flushes as you give Dana the go-ahead.

“Don’t forget about your job, bitch. Keep sucking.” Dana gives you a curious look as Kate obeys, then stands from the chair, thanks you, and leaves.

“Mmmm, somebody’s a little exhibitionist, huh?,” you ask Kate with a teasing tone.

“MMMmmmm,” she hums as your cock prods your throat.

“Say it.” You pull her off of your penis by her hair and look at her expectantly, hoping to hear her **** herself for you.

“I’m, I’m an exhibitionist,” she says, dizzy with arousal.

“Again.”

“I’m an exhibitionist! I’m your, little, Asian, exhibitionist slut,” she yells enthusiastically, licking the tip of your cock throughout the last sentence.

“Mmm, good girl. As a reward, I think I’ll give you some cum. Would you prefer to swallow it, or should I ruin your makeup?” She gasps at your question, looking up at you with a cumdrunk grin.

“Mmmm, I really want to taste you. Cum in my throat, sir.” She puts her mouth back on your dick and begins to suck harder, deeper. “But you can ruin my makeup too, if you want.”

That gives you an idea. You stand up, leaving Kate disappointed as your cock leaves her throat, and begin to jack off with one hand. With the other you grab Kate’s face roughly, bending down to spit on her cheek, then rub it all over her face with her palm, leaving her makeup smeared wildly.

“Fuck! Yes, sir, I like that. I like that a lot.” She begins to touch her breasts and moans, her mouth open as she stares at your penis. “Ruin my makeup, spit on me, show the world what a slut I am. I want it.” With her encouragement you spit twice more, once on her face and once in her mouth, leaving her looking whorish and used. With your climax approaching, you pull her messy, wet face onto your cock and begin to fuck her mouth, using her like a fleshlight as you pump in and out of her. It’s just a few moments before you cum, her mouth a perfect warm receptacle for your seed. With your last few spurts you pull out, wiping the excess semen on her cheek and pulling back.

But Kate isn’t quite done yet. She opens her mouth and flexes her tongue at you, showing you your cum, then swallows to show you an empty mouth, proud of swallowing your cum. On her hands and knees, she crawls back to you to lap at your balls and looks up at you with adoring eyes.

“Was that okay? I learned that from porn. I want to be a porn girl. Just a nasty little Asian pornslut, I want to swallow cum every day. Do you think I’m pretty enough?” She bats her eyelashes up at you with a sweet smile.

“If you work hard, you might be. Now get up and clean yourself off.” With a smile she stands up and you offer her tissues, towels and makeup pads, unique fixtures of your office. “That was a good session, I’m very impressed. Did you have a good time?” She nods and smiles. “Good. I should get back to work soon, but do you need any aftercare?”

“Um . . . what’s that?,” she asks.

“Aftercare is just going through the things we did sexually and making sure we’re okay with everything that happened. We’ll talk more about it in class, but for now, if there are any ideas that came up or things that I did that you’re worried about in any way, I’d like to know about them.”

“Um, no, I think I’m good. Thanks!” She smiles at you sincerely.

“Okay, sounds good. If you ever want to talk about it, that’s a standing invitation. Have a nice day.” She blows you a kiss and leaves the room, letting you get back to your work.

As you return to your seat, you find a little slip of paper on the ground. Listed is a phone number, along with the words Text me! – Kate xoxo. You’re not sure how she could have written it while sucking you off, so she must have prepared it in advance. That little slut. You smile as you put the number into your phone and get back to work.