Not yet...

I didn't feel confident enough to make a move just yet, but I knew my cock would please the professor, so I sat back and studied my answers, trying to come up with some way to bring up the letter. My cock was rock hard in my pants from watching her and knowing what the buzzing sound was.

“Tara?”

“Yes, Mike?”

“Uh… there’s a question I might need some help with."

Miss Benson came over again, looking at the exam.

“Well, if you’re thinking about problem 12, you should perhaps try perturbation theory.”

"OK, but is that correct within the scope of the problem? I don't see how it would fit."

"Mike, I'm practically giving you the answer, and you refuse to do it."

"I just-" I started.

"You seem very tense around me, by the way," she said, and took a step back.

She did a little spin, showing off her body.

"I think you find me attractive and can't take your mind off my tight body," she said, "in fact, I think you have a raging hardon right now."

She took a step closer, and carefully pulled the table away from me.

“Just what I thought, Mike!” she said, as my crotch became visible, my thick, hard {Cock_length} inch cock clearly outlined through my pants.

She quickly went over and locked the door.

“What if someone walked in on this?! You could ruin my career! I am a married woman and your professor. My husband... he worries about me being around all you young, impressionable men."

"I'm sorry, miss Bens-, I mean, Tara... I mean miss Benson!"

I was flustered, lacking the confidence and cocksureness that was needed.

"Why, thank you for that apology," she said, "but we still have this hard problem to fix. You're not going to sit there in my office and take an exam with a massive erection like that."

"I'm sorry, isn't there some way I could... relie-"

"No, I can't let you leave this room like this," she said and shook her head.

She came closer.

"I see no other way than to help you out."

She sank down on her knees, my hot professor, and stroked her hand over my bulge.

"Damn, you're pretty big, Mike," she said, "I'd say!"

I unbuckled myself and she pulled my pants and boxer shorts off, my cock springing out at full attention, throbbing and hard.

"That's a beautiful cock!" she said and wrapped her hand around the thick meat... as far as she could.

"My husband is much smaller. Like this, maybe?" she said and indicated about 5 inches from the root of my {Cock_length} dick. "And not girthy like you."

"Forget your husband right now," I said, my confidence temporarily growing.

It was amazing what a woman praising your cock size would do.

“Your husband is screwing around on business trips, Tara. It’s well known in the Physics department. Mmm, yes… rub it just like that. Isn’t this nice?” I said, as she slowly jerked my cock.

“I bet you haven’t been fucked in months, girl. Don’t you think your pussy deserves a good pounding today? I’m sure you're feeling quite wet at the moment…”

I reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She looked at my hands, but didn’t try to stop me from doing it. The first three buttons open, I reached down into her lacy, black panties.

“Yes, you’re soaking wet already. I guess you like what you see, huh?”

She kept quiet.

“Maybe you want to have a taste? It's fine by me.” I continued, and rotated us, so that I was leaning against her desk.

She wordlessly pulled her top off, unclasped her bra and sank down to her knees.

“I knew you would have really nice tits, Miss Benson!” I said, and she did. Not too big, not too small. Just really nice and firm on her lithe figure.

“Ah, the power of a big dick and real confidence,” I thought to myself as my college professor started licking my thick shaft from the base to the tip, smiling at me for the first time in the last five minutes.

Soon she was bobbing on it, hungrily, trying to get another inch inside her mouth, but failing. The 39-year-old professor drooled on my 23-year-old cock, her saliva dripping down from her open mouth. She used her hands to coat it from top to bottom, until it was nice and slick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Jerk it while you suck on the head. Oh yeah. Good girl!” I commanded.

It felt incredible, and I could only praise the game gods for the high stamina I had levelled up to.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back and enjoyed the blowjob for a moment. This woman was much better than both girls I had been with so far in the game. Such a shame her husband hadn’t paid her any attention. His loss, I guess.

“Come here, I said,” and pulled her up. I kissed her tits, sucking on each nipple. She moaned gently. I turned her over and pulled her pants down, her panties following suit.

“You have a great ass, Tara!” I said.

Full and round, with wide hips and not a hint of sagging.

“You must be working out a lot.”

She nodded, then grinned.

“I do.”

I lifted her up and put her on her desk, pushing all her papers to the floor. She was soaking wet, and when I tried to lick her, she pulled my head up.

“No, no… cock, give me cock now!” she moaned, lying on her back on her professor’s desk.