That's the first thing Christine noticed about Dr. Morris. That and his handsome look and warm brown eyes. She was a sophomore taking his history class. Like a nerd, she sat in the very front of the class right in front of his desk. She kept checking out his package as he walked back and forth in front of the class, barely hearing his lecture on Introduction to History 102. She was squirming. She'd only been in his presence a few minutes, yet she knew that she would suck his cock if only he would ask. And spanking, oh my God.... Thinking about bending over his desk for a bare-ass spanking almost made her gush. There were other pretty girls in the class, but she felt his eyes on her a lot. Did he like her? Fuck, she hoped so. She checked her watch to see how long before she could cum in the bathroom stall. There would be no waiting until she got home. She bit her lip and tried to think about something else. Her jeans were already spotting.
She was relieved when he ended the first class early. Fewer girls would be in the bathroom and she was pretty loud. But she couldn't wait to cum while thinking about riding his big cock. Dr. Morris was a tall guy and she imagined he had a big one. She hoped one day she would find out. She came in less than a minute. Gushing into the bowl. She couldn't wait to get home to fuck her pussy properly. His pussy. Had she really just thought of it as his pussy? She knew at that moment she was hopelessly lost.
She gave herself four orgasms when she got home, relieved that her parents weren't there so she could scream. Dr. Morris. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He had no ring on his finger either. No wife. She wondered if he had a girlfriend. It didn't matter. If he did she would steal him away. She would do anything he asked, including licking his ass. She came two more times, thinking about Dr. Morris taking her every hole, before she fell asleep. She even woke up thinking about him and was fairly certain she had dreamed about him.
After Steve finished his last class, he locked the classroom and headed to the gym to meet Aaron. Aaron was a long-time friend and also a professor.
"Hey, Steve, you ready to hit the weights hard?"
"Sure buddy. I'm going to work your ass off today. Hey, you won't believe this girl in my second-period class named Christine. She looks like she just walked off an Italian beach. I have a feeling she likes me too."
"Well, don't go thinking with your dick. Dating students is a bad idea," Aaron replied.
"I know, but the heart wants what it wants. I just don't know if she is my type," said Steve.
"You mean the slutty submissive type?"
"You know me too well. Let's start with the bench press."
Later that night as Steve fixed himself some dinner in his condo, he was still thinking about Christine. When he'd finished eating and was relaxing for the night, he broke out the expensive lube he bought for anal sex and masturbated while he thought about Christine serving him. Crawling for him. How he wanted to claim every hole as his own. He came harder than he had come in a long time. Afterward, he showered off and slept like a baby.
Christine took extra time with her make-up the next morning as if she were heading out on a date. She picked out her favorite short dress that showed a little cleavage. She put on her favorite perfume along with a little of her pussy juice. Her pussy had been damp all morning.
Once again Steve was impeccably dressed in a jacket and matching pants and a blue silk tie. As he entered the room he walked up to Christine and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Christine, you need to see me after class?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied with her heart almost leaping out of her chest.
She barely heard a word of his lecture. She was so excited wondering why he wanted to see her. The class emptied as she walked up to his desk.
"Hi, Christine. I was talking to Dr. Doyle and he has too many students he is advising, so I took over several. You're included in that group. When would be a good time for you to come by my office tomorrow? I want to go over your schedule with you and just get to know you a little better."
"My last class is at two," she said, her knees feeling like they would buckle.
Dr. Doyle was a golfing buddy of Steve's, and he had agreed to release Christine to him if Steve forgave a $50 bet from Sunday. Dr. Doyle was also a Master who lived with two women, one an ex student, so Steve knew he could trust him.
Christine couldn't believe it. She would be in his office tomorrow. Taking guidance. Not the kind of guidance she really wanted from him. Would she suck his cock if he pulled it out? Hell yeah. She would never make the first move, but she'd give him anything he wanted if he asked. Anything. She got home and had a quiet session of masturbation...quiet only because her father was home.
"Hey, Aaron, ready to do some deep squats today?"
"Sure, man, last time I was sore for days. How was your day?"
"Well, I kind of did a bad thing. You remember the girl I was talking about yesterday?"
"Oh my God. What did you do?"
"Nothing that bad. I got Dr. Doyle to let me be Christine's academic advisor."
"Jesus, Steve. I can see this heading for trouble."
"No, I'll be cool. I just want to get to know her better. But yeah, I can tell she likes me already. You know how women are. If they want you they have ways of letting you know. And I like the way she says "Yes, Sir" to me. It's like she enjoys it a little too much.
