Professor Morris

You park your car and grab your stuff. You had come prepared today. As you start walking across campus you knew exactly where you were headed first. Professor Morris' office. You had specifically come early so that you could talk with him. You walk boldly and purposefully into the English department. You stop by the department secretary first. As you enter her office you see the frumpy old head of the department also happened to be there speaking with her.

"Um, excuse me. Is Professor Morris in his office?" You ask in a soft voice. You actually knew where the office was but you wanted to make sure someone knew you were meeting with him.

The secretary nods. "Down the hall, Room 316."

"Thank you Ma'am." You say with a cute smile.

The head of the department smiles back, a kindly old man smile. "So polite! You're mother did a good job with you."

You grin proudly. "Yes she did sir. She's the best."

You head down the hall to room 316. You notice a poster for an upcoming talk on Vladimir Nabokov where the professor was presenting attached to the door. You take a deep breath then reach into your pocket to turn on your audio recording app on your phone. For just a moment you imagine yourself in your armor from your dream. Another breath then you knock on the door.

You hear on the other side. "Come in."

You enter. Professor Morris looks up and his face brightens at seeing who it is. "Why Mr Bailey! Come in! Close the door."

You do so. The professor turns from his computer to his left and pulls himself forward to his desk on his rolling chair. His yellowed teeth baring themselves in a skeezy looking grin.

You correct him once more. "It's Miss Bailey Professor."

He laughs as he looks you up and down with barely disguised desire. His right hand snakes under his desk toward his groin. This was going even worse than you thought it would! That's okay though, you had a plan, you were prepared.

Continuing to laugh he says. "It's a confusing time, university, isn't it? You young men have so many questions, you aren't sure of who you are yet, you are discovering yourselves. I understand." He licks his mustachioed lip. "Sometimes you young boys just need...guidance. Wisdom from an older man."

You swallow your disgust and press on. "I'm not a young man Professor. I'm a young woman." Subtly you reach up and unfasten your top button on your shirt and spread the collar a bit. Elsie's silver chain brushes your fingertips.

You see his eyes widen and his arm begins to move beneath the desk. That little signal seemed to give him all the confirmation as to what this was really about that he needed. You continue. "You said you wanted to speak to me about my marks?"

He nods enthusiastically. "Well...um, your marks are fine but they could be better. A little extra...studying would get them up. Perhaps some...personal tutoring..."

"Professor...what are you doing...under your desk?" Your voice quavers but you **** yourself to lock eyes with him and give him a sultry and suggestive look.

He grins lewdly. "Would you like to see?" You nod with an oh so innocent look that conveyed you were anything but. You bite your bottom lip and blink your big brown eyes. He was putty in your hands.

Pushing back from his desk, rolling back toward the office window, he comes to a stop. He holds his mostly rigid member through his brown slacks.

You gasp in mock amazement. "Is that...your penis?" You then ask in a sweet naive voice. He liked that tone, he liked that a lot!

He laughs. "As if you didn't know. You want to see it don't you?"

You then take him off guard by strutting straight up to him, you walk around his desk and corner him against the outside wall of the narrow room. Spinning around you shake your sweet little tushy in his direction.

Gripping the arms of his chair he is momentarily at a loss. "Oh...Mr Bailey...you look good son..."

Flipping your skirt up to show off your shapely ass you then reach down you grip his wrists and sit yourself down on his crotch. You feel his puny little cock along the crack of your butt through your panties and his trousers. How pathetic he was compared your beloved family. Without a word you begin grinding and gyrating against him, really you were twerking on top of him. Giving him a steady relentless though silent and dispassionate lap dance.

He gasps. "Ohh...ohhh yeah...ohhh..." He tries to reach for your hips but you hold his arms down onto the armrests. You didn't want this bastard touching you.

You grind and rub steadily and rapidly against him. "Ohh god...wait...let me..." Suddenly he is grunting as he shoots his load in his pants, he hadn't even gotten fully hard and he was blowing his load. What a sad sad little man.

Sitting yourself hard down against him you feel his spunk squeeze out the top of his pants. You reach back and pull his shirt up and rub your ass against the warm jizz that smooshes up.

"Ohhh yeah Jesse...I think your mark will be improving." He groans.

You stand up and walk back to the other side of the desk, you turn the recorder in your pocket off on the way. "Damn right it will." You inform him. You spin to face him. "An A+ at the end of term will do nicely."

He looks at you with annoyance, not at all enjoying your sudden change in demeanor. "Now wait a minute Mr Bailey!"

"It is Miss Bailey!" You state emphatically. "A+ at term's end and the police don't need to know how your DNA got on my panties." You give him an overly cutesy little posture and pose and say. "I'm so very confused and **** right now. How could you take advantage of me like that?"

He looks stunned. "Advantage? My...DNA...?" He straightens up nervously, his eyes widening. He suddenly realized he was in a world of shit. "H-h-hold on...Mr...um...Miss Bailey..."

"A+ and after that I'll be sure to avoid your classes you fucking creep." You say. "You could fight this of course, I am sure your stellar reputation would serve you well." You both knew Professor Morris had a spotty reputation, to put it mildly.

"N-n-now hold on...let's be reasonable..." He stammers. His pants were stained, his shirt untucked, he looked a mess.

"I am being reasonable. A+ and we never talk again." You state your ultimatum once more. You see him searching his mind for a way out of this situation, nothing immediately presents itself.

Finally he nods. "Yep."

Without another word you spin and leave the room, leaving the door wide open behind you. You see the secretary coming the other way. She smiles at you kindly. Putting on an act you avoid her gaze and walk briskly past her, as if you'd just experienced something awful. She watches you walk by with concerned eyes.

As you continue you hear the secretary say "Professor Morris, we were..."

"Shut the god damned door and leave me alone!" He shouts back at her.

As you leave the English department you duck into a nearby washroom to get the soiled panties off. You put them in the zip lock bag you had brought with you and change into a fresh new pair of underwear. This had been the worst case scenario but you had been ready for it. Today you weren't going to take shit from anyone. Today you were not going to be a victim!