Ask Brandon about the professor

"You want to hear the story of how seduced your professor?" Brandon seemed amused at my question. "Sure, I'll tell you."

I was both dreading and yearning to her him tell the story. Most likely it was just a fiction, and yet I couldn't quite suppress the feeling that what he was about to tell me was the truth. That idea scared me.

(Brandon's point of view)

It was a year ago that I got the idea to sign up for intro to women's studies. Test out my theory that it was full of repressed sluts. The first day I realized I had hit jackpot. Every other girl there were giving me long eyes. Longing hidden behind affected disgust. By the second week I had already lured one of them back to my bedroom in the frat, and gave her a thorough fucking. The first of many that year. Repressed sluts like that are some of the best lays I've ever had. Once those walls come down they get really and truly depraved.

After three weeks I'd bagged a few more, when the first essay was due. I didn't really care about the course, but decided to hand it in anyway. Put some of my thoughts on feminism down on paper. The professor handed it back to me with a big fat F. Well, I couldn't stand for that so I showed up at her office asking for an explanation.

She patiently walked through my essay with me, pointing out every place she insisted I had misinterpreted or misunderstood the material. I disagreed of course, but I wouldn't be able to change her mind with words alone. I don't know if you've noticed but she's really hot under all those clothes she covers herself with. Nice face to look at too, if she would let her hair down. Already during that first meeting I noticed that she was attracted to me, although she tried to hide it beneath a veneer of professionalism. All I had to do was break down that facade.

I rewrote the essay more to her liking, but from that point on I would come to her after every class with questions. While pestering her with on academic issues I would simultaneously push her limits with physical nearness. I would sit closer and closer, "accidentally" stroke her with stray touches, lean close from behind... I started to visit her office every day, and she would become increasingly flustered with me. Her few attempts to establish boundaries were easily parried. Deep down she wanted the closeness I gave her, she wanted me.

I took my time and like a slow roasted turkey she was soon ready for some stuffing. Going straight to her office after class like usual, she was waiting for me with flushed cheeks. Not wasting any time, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against a filing cabinet. With my hands on her ass, I gave her a long and deep french kiss. At first she was completely stunned, but I didn't relent and soon she reciprocated. Our tongues danced as I mauled her ass and her hands explored my backside.

Before long she was moaning into my mouth. In one swift motion I pulled her around and had her bent over her desk. Flipping up her skirt revealed a pair of very boring panties, which I proceeded to pull down giving me a first look of her magnificent pussy. She was completely unshaved, her red hairs soaked with pussy juice. Whipping out my cock I stroked my head along her slit a few times, before sliding effortlessly into her wet cavern.

As I started to fuck her with long hard strokes she lost all inhibitions and started moaning loudly. Just luck that no one heard us in the hallway and came to investigate. Pulling out her hairpins, I released her long hair and grabbed a handful. Pulling her head back I fucked her even harder.

"Hey professor," I taunted her. "I think I deserve an A on those assignments after all!"

In response she came hard on my cock.

"Yes!" she moaned, I could only assume that meant I would get that A.

Having gotten what I wanted, I proceeded to empty my load in her. Given the wedding ring on her hand, I assumed she was on the pill. She would figure it out. Leaving her panting on her desk, I took her panties as a trophy.

"I expect you to wear something a bit more sexy than these next time," I told her as I left the office.

During the next lecture she kept giving me hidden looks. When I came to her office she started off a prepared speech about boundaries and the impropriety of teacher/student relationships. I cut her off with a kiss, and soon had her bent over her desk again. She had indeed put on more sexy underwear this time. A thong greeted me as I lifted her skirt, barely covering her asshole and pussy. After giving her another thorough fucking I left her with more homework. This time to shave that pussy.

The rest of the semester was spent molding her into my perfect plaything. She remained a proper educator in class, but in private she was my slut. Staunch feminist in public, gagging on my cock behind closed doors. I even fucked her in her marriage bed.

I finished the semester as the only student with perfect A's in her class.

As he finished his story, he looked at me knowingly. His eyes told me that if I wasn't careful I would end up like that as well. My soaking wet pussy was testament that I might even enjoy it. Shaking myself mentally, I regained focus. His story was probably all lies anyway!

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