I am a professor at a university in Arizona. I am popular with the students, and in my early thirties. Some of the students even think of me as "hot" according to one of the university student websites that rates professors' looks.
What I am writing here is my best memory of what happened last week, though I will admit that I can't remember everything. I want to tell you in detail about a fantastic encounter that I had with two of my students, Anna S. and Melissa A. I am writing this to post here partly because I hope to give pleasure to those who read it, and partly to memorialize it forever so that whenever I want to remember this incredible experience I can return here to read about it. And finally,
I'd love to hear from women who have either done this or dreamed about it—sex with their professor or teacher. I want to hear about your experiences and fantasies.
Who were these students? The two of them are the president and vice-president of the education department's honors society at my university, and I am the advisor to that society. Last Monday, we had to have a planning session for the upcoming spring semester's events. I suggested we meet at my off-campus apartment. I will admit that the notion that something sexy would happen did cross my mind, but I really never thought that anything like this would occur.
After some event planning, some off-color joking, some open flirting, and a couple of glasses of wine each... They made it very clear that they wanted to enjoy some sexy with me, in my apartment. I told them that we could only do this because they were no longer my students, having taken a course with me in the fall semester. (It was now January).
I must admit that I love erotic talk during sex. I find that nearly always this is a turn on for the woman I am with. I think of sex as play, and sexy talk that engages the mind makes the play more fun and more intense. In this case, both Melissa and Anna seemed to really love hearing their Professor urge them on— and praise them—with my explicit sexual language. I do feel that the sexy talk made our entire encounter that much more fun and exciting, and when I asked them about it afterwards, they agreed.
So I am going to try to relay what we all said as closely as possible because, for me, it is exciting. I know that talking during sex is not for everyone, but I want to relay what happened as specifically as possible.
I should also admit that I very much enjoy all kinds of sexual play—touching, tasting, penetration—with every part of a woman's body. If you find this exciting, maybe you'd like to read on.
We started playing when I leaned over and kissed Melissa on the mouth. She tasted great, and she kissed me back passionately. I must admit that I love kissing, and that it nearly always makes me aroused. Melissa put her hand on the back of my head, and our tongues danced. Tasting the wine on her breath was very hot, and her hands went to my chest, then my thighs, and I lightly brushed over the smooth curves of her breasts with my fingers. I felt Anna tugging on my belt, and quickly my khakhis were unbuttoned. Melissa reached down, pulled my boxers down over my shaft and watched as it sprung out. She practically whimpered, giggling. I said "Melissa, would you like to touch it?" She kissed me really deeply, pulled back, looked me in the eyes, and said,
"Professor, you know what a teacher's pet I am. I'll do anything to get on the teacher's good side..."
With that, she stood up from the couch and unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it off and dropping it on a nearby chair. Leaving her bra on, she knelt in front of me. Anna remained on the couch next to me, kissing my face and watching both of us. "Melissa, are you going to taste him?" Anna asked very innocently. Melissa just looked at both of us and smiled. She licked her lips, glanced at my cock hardening in her hand, and kissed the head. What an amazing feeling! What a jolt of pleasure through my whole body.
She flicked her tongue over the head, circling it over and over again, before beginning to lower her face down on my shaft.
"Such a good student!" I praised her. "You know exactly how to treat your professor!" She looked me in the eyes with the sweetest, most innocent expression a college girl could muster. "Thank you, Sir! You are such a good professor, and such a helpful advisor to the history club. Anna and I would just like to show our appreciation!" Melissa and Anna looked at each other and laughed.
Melissa returned to me, this time kissing the head, and then dropping her mouth down, down lower along the shaft. I watched her lips open wider as she enveloped my shaft. I was now almost half way in her mouth.
Next to me, Anna was breathing more heavily, moaning very lightly as she kissed my face and ear. As Melissa bobbed up and down on me, Anna whispered in to my ear, "How does that feel, Sir? She's tasting you, Sir. It must feel sooooo good. She loves it, Sir. She wants to eat you all up, Professor."
Anna went on and on like this for a long time, occasionally rubbing Melissa's hair, praising her, asking her to take me just a little deeper in to her mouth, then returning to whisper to me, and taste my lips, teasing my skin with her tongue.
As my pleasure intensified, I knew that I wouldn't be able to take much more of Melissa's mouth on my super-sensitive head, but it was too early to finish. I grabbed a handful of Melissa's hair, and gently pulled her up, off me. I looked her in the eyes and grinned. 'Baby, that feels so good. You are so very good at that. But it's not time to end yet. I need you to move your mouth down. I want to feel your warm breath lower, Melissa. And I want to watch you."
Melissa looked at me, smiled, and moved her mouth, first nuzzling, and then lightly tonguing my testicles and brushing them with her lips with her hands gripped my legs. "Sir, I love to hear you groan," Melissa told me as she took one testicle, then the other into her mouth.
"Mmmm.... How do they taste, babe?"
"Professor, they are just a little sweaty, so salty and so tasty! Love the way you taste!"
I gave her a naughty little grin and wrapped my fingers in her hair. "Baby, I love watching your dirty tongue dance across them." "Mmmmm...," she purred, and the vibrations from her lips felt so great on the underside of my shaft. Her tongue sent electric shocks of pure pleasure through my body. With my right hand, I kind of slapped her face with my cock, half slapping and half just rubbing it on and along her pretty face.
I was happy to see that Melissa loved it. She opened her mouth, trying to grab my shaft with her lips, but I pulled it away, watching her tongue and lips try to catch her prey.
This game turned her on, and she moved her fingers between her legs. " Yea, Sir, slap me with it. Punish your bad, dirty girl!" I lightly slapped her cheek with my open hand, very softly, while she continued to try to get my shaft with her lips. "You are such a bad boy, Professor...Why won't you give me that cock? I'm so hungry, Sir," she panted. "I'll do anything you want, Sir." She looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, blue, sparkling and gorgeous. I very lightly patted her face again a few times...just a little slap, each time just a little harder. She gasped each time I did it, never taking her eyes off mine.
"Melissa, babe, you are so sexy. I'm watching my red cockhead slapping your face. And look, I'm painting your cheeks and lips with a little drop of sticky cum."
"Yes, Sir, you are. I love to feel your eyes on your bad girl."
I pulled on my shaft, drawing a drop of sticky precum from the tip, and wiped it on her lower lip. I slapped her face harder with my cock.
Melissa smiled, eyes shut, mouth wide open, so eagerly fishing for my cock, like a bird trying to catch a worm.
I stood up in front of Melissa. I told her to take off her bra, and her sexy white breasts, tipped by beautiful, hard pink nipples, spilled out. "Get back on your knees, baby," and she did as she was commanded.
"Put your hands on my ass, Melissa." She shifted her weight and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, squeezing them. "Scratch them, I want to feel your nails." She did as she was told. "Yes Sir....
The horny Professor likes to be scratched," Melissa hissed, with her mouth open, looking at me with suddenly very naughty and determined eyes.
She gritted her teeth and gave my ass a hard slap. Then another. Her nails trailed across the cheeks of my ass. She kissed and licked my stomach as she spanked. My cock pressed against her chest.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. I snarled at her. I could see now that Melissa liked to play rough, and all of us were getting more and more turned on. "Open your mouth, my beautiful bitch. I want to use your mouth, the mouth I own." She opened wide, knowing what was coming next. "Hungry, are you?" I placed the head of my cock on her lower lip.
"Oh God yes, Sir. Give it to me, Sir, please..."
"I am going to use your mouth right now, do you understand? You make me into such a bad boy, an animal who wants to use your warm mouth to fuck and fuck harder. Suck hard on the head of my cock while I watch you." Her tongue lashed my cockhead, and my whole body tensed up. It was so intense. Her mouth was so hot and she was desperate. She was licking and sucking so hard on my cockhead. My student Melissa looked up at me.
Her face was red and flushed. She said, "Sir, I like your ass." She slid her mouth over my cock head, sucked, and slapped my ass hard. Melissa's tongue did its magic. It was incredible. She focused all her mouth's power on my cockhead, her tongue circling fast, then slow, then fast again.
Now I felt her fingernails on my cheeks of my ass...and now she very lightly passed her fingertips through my ass crack, from my balls, lightly over my asshole to the top of my crack, then back again.
The feeling was incredible.
Melissa was great at talking about what she wanted.... and what I wanted. She loved to talk as much as I did during sex.
I was starting to lose control, with one of her hands grabbing my ass roughly, scratching, slapping, and squeezing, and the fingers of the other hand lightly moving in my ass crack.
