Show me more and fuck the test...

"Professor Porter, ditch the panties as well," you say confidently, the grin probably permanently plastered to your face. Her brow knits together as if she can't understand what's happening, but she hitches her skirt up, showing off the tops of her stockings and she reaches inside to start hitching her panties down her thighs.

"Let me see what you're doing," you say, almost a whisper. Those thighs are tight and lean. It's perfectly obvious that she either runs or swims a lot. You never would have guessed that.

The skirt rises up over her hips and her plain white panties come into view, her thick patch of fur is a shadow under the material. Her long fingers lace through the gusset of the crotch of her panties and starts to pull them down. The hairy triangle is almost as lush as the hair on the top of her head, and hardly has any curl to it at all. Your mouth goes dry as her panties clear her snatch, the pink ribbon of her pussy is barely visible through all the hair.

"Professor Porter, whenever I'm around, you will not wear a bra or panties. If you know I'm going to be somewhere, like class, or a meeting, you will take them off before hand. If we bump into each other, you will excuse yourself and take them off immediately. Understood?"

"Yes," she says, though it's clear that she doesn't like it.

"And you enjoy this. A lot. You like showing off for me, you like knowing that I know you're not wearing panties, and the thought makes you hot," you add. Immediately she seems to relax. A blush spreads across the professor's exposed skin, and she leans against her desk, not making any movements to cover herself.

"I don't need to retake the test, and I'm getting an A in your class. I won't even need to turn in any more work," you say. She nods, her teeth biting her lower lip as her excitement grows. You can almost smell the sweet scent of her sex as it begins to juice up.

"No, I think you're good. No test, no homework. You're taking a hard credit load and you're my favorite student..." she says, eying you up and down like a piece of meat.

"I'd like to schedule a meeting in your office to, um, further discuss this," you say. "I think you should be available for an extra hour after your normal office hours everyday for the rest of the semester."

"Sounds great," she said, her breath catching in her throat.

"If I'm not there, start without me."

"Oh, God," she says and a shiver rolls through her body.

"Oh and," you start to say and step closer to her. Your fingers slip up her accommodatingly-spread thighs to slip through the thick forest of auburn hair at her crotch. "I want you to..."