"Ok Group, settle down. Today's discussion is the alternative approaches of Freud and Jung, with specific reference to Dreams. James, please would you set us off with your summary?"
God, Richard hated teaching, even as a lecturer in a good university.
When he had completed his PHD in applied Psychology, he had thought the world was his oyster. He was going to become a therapist, set up his own suite of counseling rooms and watch the cash roll in while shagging the more attractive of his clients.
Just his sodding luck, though, that this wasn't California; it was London. People in 80s London weren't interested in discovering themselves; they wanted money and lots of it. Now, after a failed marriage and a settlement that ate his free money like a dog chewing slippers, he was stuck in Westminster University, teaching bloody psychology to kids who couldn't give a damn.
Still, there was one very real benefit; the totty. Psychology was definitely a "touchy feely" subject, and he had discovered that female psychology students were particularly "touchy feely". He also had the benefit of being very good at analyzing personality types and using his interpersonal skills to play mind games with some of the more fuckable members of his tutor groups over the years.
This year there was one particular student who had caught his eye; name of Alex. Short dark hair, slim, nice curves and an arse he could spend hours dreaming about. And what a smile; it was enough to make a plaster saint down a pint in one and shag the nearest nun.
He glanced around the room of students at the table, and his eyes lighted again on his latest target. Just at that moment she looked up at him and gave him one of her shy but happy smiles. His cock twitched at what he was hoping would soon become a reality.
Alex was a sweet girl, but, in his opinion, not one of the brightest. She was struggling with her course work, and she needed extra help. Of course, one of the reasons she was struggling was that Richard was marking her assignments just a tad tougher than was really necessary. So, she was now in danger of failing, and she thought it was all her fault.
Only last week he had spoken to her, and impressed upon her the need to improve her grades. She had readily agreed to an extra session after this tutorial group, alone with him.
However, Richard would have been surprised to learn that Alex wasn't quite as dim as he thought. It was just that what he wanted and what she wanted were one and the same thing. She was actually quite taken with him. He was a lot older than her, but she liked that. Older men were less rushed and tended to be more inventive. They were also more fun and able to laugh at themselves.
In addition, Richard had a wicked sense of humor - not nasty but able to highlight the absurdities of life. Somehow, Alex suspected that under that frustrated lecturer (or was that lecher?), there was a passionate male just waiting to be unleashed. Well, another hour of boring James would reveal just how accurate her assessment was. She was more than willing to have some extra private tuition, and she could feel her pussy moisten at what she hoped would happen.
Richard suffered another tedious hour of rehashed drivel from his students - amusing himself by pondering just how far he would get with the delightful Alex.
At last - the hour was over, and like treacle falling from a spoon, the students trickled out. Two of the males were hanging around Alex like dogs scenting a bitch in heat, but she was subtly putting them in their places, without actually hitting them.
Finally, the room was empty apart from the two of them, and to his surprise, Alex went over to the door and shut it.
"Richard, sir? You don't mind if I call you sir do you?"
"Umm, not at all Alex, not at all"
Richard's pulse rate rose and his cock looked up with interest. This delightful slip of a girl was asking permission to call him sir. His experience on the Dom scene had taught him to recognize some pretty big hints, and this was as big as they come.
"Come over here, my girl, and sit by me."
He adopted a strong avuncular tone, reinforcing and reflecting back the signals of submission she was sending him.
Swiftly, she did that, but sitting facing him so that their legs were almost, but not quite, touching.
He leaned over and placed a hand on her leg.
"Tell me Alex. What can I do to help?"
He was taking a big risk, but to his relief, she didn't pull away from him.
For her part, Alex was amazed and yet re-assured by how easily they had fallen into the roles she had hoped for. He was the older male who was protective and yet welcomed her sexuality. She swallowed as she realized that this man was more experienced than she had feared/hoped. Her pussy tingled with the tension, and she felt sparks from where his hand touched her - even through her modest check skirt. She wished that she had worn knickers rather than a thong, because she knew her skirt was going to be very damp before long. Under her tight tan jumper, her nipples hardened.
Alex spoke quietly.
"Please sir, I wondered if you could help me understand why I am not doing well with my work. You see, I know that I should be working hard, but I find myself being distracted by silly things, and then I have to rush my work and I don't do it properly"
Alex looked up at Richard through her eyelashes - playing on the little girl lost look.
Richard was hooked, and he knew it. This girl was sexual dynamite, and she was sending submissive signals like laser beams.
"Well Alex. I think we need to find out a way of solving that."
Richard leaned back and steepled his fingers - looking at Alex like a stern master who is disappointed with his errant pupil.
