After a long hiatus, I decided to start a second part to my "Oral Exam" storyline. I just miss the dirty stories too much.... This one picks up one semester later. If you haven't read the first series, I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! It has naughty bits too. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not sure myself. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
"Everyone take a copy of the course syllabus and pass the rest back. Look them over and see if you have any questions. They should be pretty simple. We'll go over the syllabi together in just a minute."
I paced across the front of the classroom, passing out paper still warm from the copier. Most of the information on the syllabus had been handed down from up on high. The department had a fully tenured, professor designee to watch over us; grad student and teaching assistant, underlings. The boss man left us zero room for creativity: we gave the lectures and did the grading, but he designed the course curriculum. Speech requirements, attendance policy, and text book - all of it was precisely dictated.
Not that I cared. Being a TA let me enroll in classes for free and my studies were my primary focus. I also earned a small stipend. The money was pretty pathetic, but it was enough to squeak by on. I was able to rent an apartment, purchase the occasional box of wine, and eat all of the ramen I could ever want. To be sure, I was poor. Teaching though, offered a few unexpected benefits....
I heard a knock at the classroom door. I looked up and my eyes went wide: I was transported. The room went silent. My heart beat through my chest and I licked my dry lips. Gulping, I blinked twice. This was the first time I had seen her – Jessica - in over a month.
Jessica stood on the other side of the door. She peered through the tiny window; smiling widely, she brushed a blonde strand of hair out of her eyes, and gave me a wave. Without thought I blushed and smiled back. Then she was gone.
With the sight of Jessica, I was knocked asunder. I remembered how she once said, "Maybe I could come up to your office and take a special, private, oral exam?"
This proposition began it all. I soared on a lewd flight of fancy. I needed her. I wanted to stick my cock in every one of her holes and then douse her with my cream. Did it matter that she was my student? Yes, it was so wrong, but the taboo made the situation so delicious.
And now how was I supposed to be able to teach when I could only visualize a naked Jessica, wagging her ass, and begging for a pounding?
Concentration gone I stood behind the podium. My hands tightly gripped the wood as my pants bulged. Last semester came flooding back...
Just a few months ago, at the beginning of the fall semester, I had been a meek and unassuming graduate student. Most of my life had been consumed by my studies. It had been almost a year since I had felt the wonder of a woman's touch.
With that one overture from a blonde coed, my life changed. Jessica sucked my cock and fucked me silly, and in turn I raised her grade. Then we fucked again, this time at her dorm. Her roommate, Shannon, crawled into Jessica's bed and I banged her too. Everyone got "A's" all around.
Before I knew it I had tumbled down a slippery slope. New pussy surrounded me spreading wide for my pleasure. Of course, I never said no. So I humped my way through the months of October, November, and December. Jessica, Shannon, Taryn, Roxy, Stacy, Jen, and Cindy were just a few of the women of whom I gained carnal knowledge. I fucked my students, their friends, my fellow grad students, a random woman in a shower, and even my dissertation advisor.
And I loved every single, fucking minute.
A jaunty grin crept onto my face as I sweated with feverous desire. I was befuddled by a tangle of memories, any one of which could have gotten me fired. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. A classroom full of students was expectantly watching me. If they cared at all, they probably chalked my state up to nerves. Thoughts of debauchery needed to be cast aside. It was time to begin class.
"Welcome to public speaking 101. Let's go over the syllabus. If you look at the top you will see that my office hours are from...."
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"Professor?"
The title of "Professor" carried a double meaning for me. In actuality I was a mere graduate student teaching a class. I didn't have a doctorate, nor did I have tenure.
The undergraduate students didn't really understand the difference though. To them everyone who taught a class was a "Professor." Even if I corrected them, they still insisted on calling me a professor. At first I'd struggled; I hadn't wanted to claim a title I hadn't yet earned. By the end of last semester, however, I just gave up and let them call me whatever they liked.
On the other hand, there were a few students I knew that preferred to call me "Professor" for illicit reasons. For those privileged coeds "professor" was a gasp while I ate their juicy, little cunt. "Please Professor" was a plea when their pert teenage ass needed a spanking. "Ohhhhhhhhh... Professor" was a wail as I fucked their hungry pussy from behind.
I looked up from the mound of notes that had accumulated over the class period. Where did all this paper come from? I'd never figure out. I shoved the pile into my knapsack and examined the woman standing in front of me.
All of the other students were gone; they had bolted as soon as class had ended. My questioner wrapped a red scarf around her neck as she waited patiently for my attention. She was petite with an olive complexion, dark hair, and glasses. She might be Italian or maybe Jewish? I squinted. No, she was probably of Hispanic background.
"Yes?" I asked. Despite several layers of heavy winter clothes, the coed looked like she might have a pretty interesting body.
I shook my head and brought myself back to reality. Last semester had been fun, but I couldn't let myself get diverted again. Sooner or later something would go wrong. Sticking strictly to business was a much better plan. Besides, I hopefully had a fully stocked harem waiting for me. So I asked, "What can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry I came in late. I was trying to add this class and my advisor had a long line of people outside her office. It took me awhile to get the paperwork all filled out."
"No problem. It's the first day. Things like that happen."
"So I can get into this class?"
"Yeah."
"Oh thank you so much," she gushed. She clapped her hands together in excitement. I couldn't help but notice how that movement pushed her arms, and thus her breasts together. Oh boy, this woman was packing under that parka.
She continued, "That helps so much, Professor. I had wanted to take this class, but I couldn't work it out with my schedule. I just couldn't fit it in with the other classes that were required for my major. Then I had to drop something and this time opened up. I really appreciate it."
"Well," I laughed, "We'll see if you feel that way by the end of the semester."
"Ok, but the first day didn't seem too bad," she giggled. "Would you mind signing the forms?"
"Sure," I said taking the papers from her. I quickly applied my John Hancock.
"Can I also get a copy of the course syllabus? I came in after they went around."
"Hmmm...." I said leafing through my stack. "Strangely I don't see one here. I think I have everything else one could ever want, but I don't have an extra syllabus. Oh well. Do you have a few minutes? If you follow me up to my office I can run another copy off my printer."
The woman pushed her glasses up her nose and said, "Sounds good." Was she smiling at me?
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked. "It seems I can't keep everyone straight for the first week. Sorry."
She laughed, "I couldn't imagine that you would. I'm Domino Vasquez."
Vasquez, eh? A Latina, I had guessed correctly. I smiled and replied, "Well it's nice to meet you Domino. Shall we go grab that syllabus?"
The two of us left the classroom and walked up the two flights of stairs to my office. I followed behind and watched her hips sway back and forth. Very nice! She had a rhythm that was nothing short of erotic. The door was closed. I pulled out my key, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door...
... And immediately closed it again.
My officemate Cindy was slouched in her chair, legs spread-eagled, and on top of her desk. A lacy, black thong was dangling around her shapely ankle. Of course, the diminutive Southern belle was not alone. Jessica, the blonde, teenage nymph who waved outside my classroom door was now on her knees. A bare breast was hanging out of the teenage slut's halter-top, her slender fingers pinching the nipple, while her face was buried in Cindy's snatch.
I turned to face Domino. Suddenly I felt very hot. Swallowing I said, "I'm sorry but I forgot. My printer is... umm... out of ink. It ran out right before class. Could I bring you a copy on Wednesday?"
Her face wrinkled up, "I guess." She didn't believe me.
"It shouldn't be a problem. I gave out the homework assignment in class. Did you get it down?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Ok. Then you should be fine. Or you can send me an email and I will just reply with the syllabus as an attachment. Cool?"
She nodded, readjusted her backpack, and said, "That should work. I'll see you on Wednesday, Professor."
How did I always cut life this close? I had gone too far. I knew that I needed to cut back on my extra-curricular activities or else I was going to get caught with my dick inside the cookie jar. This was a new semester. Now was the time to change my habits. I could start completely fresh.
Watching Domino trot down the hallway, I made sure the coast was otherwise clear. I looked left and looked right. Then I opened the door.
My office no longer was a mirror image of a lesbo porn set (although the tang of moist cunt lingered in the air). While I might have enjoyed watching a little girl on girl action, the incident with Domino had been a very close call. I was glad that the room had returned to its standard PG rating.
Cindy had composed herself. On a casual glance the blonde wouldn't have attracted any extra attention although, her cheeks were ruddier than usual. She had taken the failsafe and standard position of being hunched over a textbook on her desk. Her legs were no longer akimbo and she had saved herself from drowning in Sapphic delight. Cindy turned her head to me and gave me guilty grin. I couldn't help but wink back.
Jessica was sitting in my swivel chair, twirling and biting on the loose ends of her hair. Her coat had been thrown haphazardly over my desk, her body now baring her indoor clothing. Jessica was wearing frayed jeans and a white halter-top that was tight, oh so tight. Her smile was brassy and brazen. Fuck, she looked good. How did she take my breath away every time?
I don't know how long we just stared at each other. I stood in the hallway, bag over my shoulder, drinking in the sight of Jessica. She sat expectantly waiting, looking me up and down. We were both locked in a stasis, sharing the experience of really seeing the other for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
