Li Wei And The Professor Pt 02

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I woke up to the feeling of my body being jostled in a vehicle driving down a road. I looked over to my left and saw an older man sitting next to me who looked somewhat familiar. Oh yes, I remembered now, that was the finance professor who had given a talk at my university and who had invited me out to dinner afterwards. At the restaurant I had also let him put his hand down my skirt and he had given me the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. 'Yeah, that's the guy' my foggy brain told me.

"Where are we going?" I asked weakly, as if I had just woken up, which in fact, was true.

He looked over at me and smiled. "To my hotel. I think you need some rest. I'll look after you."

To his hotel? Yes, I remember him saying something about that back at the restaurant not long before he slid his hand under my skirt. It made sense to go there. I did need some rest. I had fallen asleep in the car almost immediately after getting helped in. I closed my eyes again and felt the car weave along through London's busy streets. It wasn't long until the car stopped. I heard the professor get out of the door on his side first and shortly thereafter the door next to me opened. I opened my eyes and the professor was standing outside the door offering his hand to help me get out.

As I swung my long legs to the side to get out, the professor said, "Wei, don't forget your purse." I looked back. Yes, there it was on the seat of the taxi to my left. I was still a little groggy. I was glad that the professor reminded me to get it. I never carry much money so that would not have been the big problem had I lost it. It had my university ID in it and that would have been a big hassle to replace if I had lost it.

He put one arm around me to steady me and we walked into the hotel lobby. He was staying at the Inter Continental. It reminded me of top-class hotels that I had visited in Shanghai and Hong Kong. I was surprised that it was new and modern. I was used to most things in London being at least 200 years old.

We took the elevator up to his room on an upper floor. He keyed the door and opened it for me and I walked in. The curtains were pulled back from a large plate glass window. It was dark outside and looking out over the Thames I could see the lights in the buildings of downtown London shimmering on the river. I told him I needed to use the toilet. I walked into a large bathroom with a big glass shower enclosure to the left and a separate tub to the right. Sitting on the toilet, I thought that a little rest was exactly what I needed. I thought back to the restaurant and to the feeling of the professor's fingers in my pussy and his thumb on my clit. Oh my gosh, I had never experienced anything like that before. I had never had such a powerful orgasm. What was it that he did to me? How did he do it? I was trying to figure it out but came up with no answer. I finished my business, washed my hands and left the bathroom.

"Would you like a drink Wei?" The professor was hanging up his jacket in the closet. I shook my head no. "I didn't think you would. Do you mind if I make one for myself?" I nodded that would be OK.

There was a small ice chest in the room on the desk. He got a glass and put a few ice cubes in it and then went to the minibar. He took out a small bottle of a brown liquor, screwed off the top and poured it into the glass.

He turned to look at me, brought the glass up to his lips, and took a sip, all the while never taking his eyes off of me. "Wei, I want to ask you some questions. Are you afraid of answering personal questions?"

I thought for a second. Personal questions? He had no right to ask me any personal questions, but then I remembered that about 30 minutes ago he had two fingers in my pussy and his fingers likely still had my scent on them. The way he asked the question made me think that he expected me to be afraid. He thinks he is an older university professor and I am a young 20-something university student from China and he thinks I will be afraid and intimidated by him. I wanted to show him I wasn't afraid. I felt his eyes on me. He was watching me closely. I wanted to show him I was brave and I wasn't scared of him. "No, I'm not afraid of personal questions. What would you like to know?"

"How old are you, Wei?"

"I'm 25. I'll be 26 soon."

"Are you a virgin?"

Oh my gosh, he shouldn't be asking me this! But I wanted to be brave and show him I was strong and an adult. Fuck it. I'll answer him. "No."

"How many lovers have you had?"

Oh my gosh, he really is getting personal. But considering what just happened at the restaurant, I thought it was OK to answer, and now it was like a personal challenge to myself to show him I was strong and could handle any question he threw at me. "Five men and two women." I thought to myself, 'I don't know if I should count my statistics professor or not, but I did and I didn't count the lady masseuse in Hong Kong because she wasn't really my lover even though she fingered me to cum a few times. I looked back into his eyes. I was hoping that my admission that I had female lovers would surprise him and show him that I was experienced and sophisticated, and I'm not a woman to be trifled with. I looked into his eyes and thought I might see some indication of surprise or respect in them. He just continued to look at me unblinkingly.

"Were all your lovers Chinese?"

I decided that since I was going down this road, I may as well just answer quickly to show him I was confident and not nervous. "No. Only one was a Chinese man."

He continued to gaze into my eyes and asked calmly, "What do you think about white men and women? Are you attracted to them?"

"Yes."

"Why did you agree to do whatever I wanted you to do at the restaurant?" and he took another sip from his glass.

"I trusted you. And I'm submissive" I blurted out. Oh shit! Why did I add that last part!? I tried not to let my frustration with admitting that show up in my face.

"Yes, I thought I saw that in your eyes at the lecture hall, and I confirmed it while we were having dinner. You know, Wei, you aren't a difficult woman to read."

What? Oh shit! I have friends who have told me the same thing. They said they could tell my mood and feelings from my facial expressions and body language. He saw it too.

"However, notwithstanding that, you consider yourself a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions?" he asked.

"Of course" I answered. Where is he going with this?

"Are you happy here in London? How's your life here?"

Phew! He's finally moved away from asking intimate sexual questions. I was relieved. "Well, it's not easy. London is very expensive and tuition at King's College is high. My parents pay part of my expenses and I pay the rest, but it's a big burden on them and on me. Their salaries in China are not so high and it's not easy sending large sums of money overseas in hard currency. I think my English is quite good but occasionally I run into terms or references that I don't know since I'm from China. And I don't like the food or the weather here. But London is an exciting and interesting city. I just wish I had a little more money to experience it."

"How are your grades? Are you doing well academically?"

"Yes, I have high marks" I responded proudly.

"And how much do you enjoy Kings College?' he asked.

"Enjoy? Enjoy?" I repeated. "Are you asking me if I enjoy studying here?" I paused for a second to think. I knew that he likely had a friend here in the College of Business faculty who had recommended him to the dean for an invitation to come and speak as a visiting professor, so I thought that I needed to choose my words carefully. "I do enjoy it here but to be honest I have to study very hard in my courses. I'm afraid I have not had much time to enjoy the other things that other students in the college get to do. I'm very busy."

"I have an idea I want you to consider" he said slowly and looking even more intently at me. "It would relieve the financial stress that you and your parents are experiencing and it may allow you some time to enjoy life more as a graduate student."

"What? Really?" I was genuinely intrigued. "Please go on."

"It would require you to leave Kings College and London. In fact, you would have to leave the UK. Basically, you would transfer to a university in the US and continue your studies there. If your grades are as good as you say they are, I think all of your credits that you have earned so far would be accepted."

"Transfer to a university in the US?" I was stunned. "But I'd have to apply and be accepted. Tuition for foreign students at US universities is just as high as at Kings College. How could my financial situation improve?" I was genuinely bewildered. I thought that the living expenses in most places in the US would be cheaper than London, but the process of transferring would be really difficult. Especially to the US. It didn't seem possible.

The professor likely read the confused look on my face. He smiled and began speaking a little more slowly. I guess he wanted to be sure that I understood. "My idea is that you transfer to my university. I know the dean and the registrar very well. I'm confident that if you applied, you would be accepted. My university may not be as well known as Kings College, but it's an excellent university and we have a strong MBA program and influential alumni. I have an extra room in my home and you could stay with me free of charge. Room and board provided. You'd be my houseguest. I would also pay your tuition and university fees. But as my houseguest, you would have certain responsibilities."

I just stood there trying to process everything that he had just said. Transfer to his university? Live in his home for free? He would pay my tuition and fees?

The professor likely saw that I wasn't going to answer quickly, so he continued, "Basically, for everything that I would provide for you, you would have to agree to three things. First, you and your room would be available to me 24/7. Second, if I have functions outside the house and would like you to accompany me, you are obliged to go. Third, anyone who comes to visit you at my home would have to be approved by me. Also, anyone that you meet outside of class or outside my home would also have to be approved by me." He stopped there and just looked into my eyes.

I was completely overwhelmed by what he had just proposed. It was like I had been struck by lightning. I hoped that my mouth didn't drop open. Leave King's College? Leave London? Study in the US? Live at his house for free? Well, almost free. My mind was racing. If I understood him correctly, I would continue my studies at his university, he would pay all my expenses and I would be available to him...how did he put it? 24/7. I guess he means available to him sexually.

"Wei, you can take you time to think about my proposal. You don't have to answer now." He gave me a little smile and asked, "How are you feeling? Better? You are welcome to stay here tonight if you want. Or I can arrange a taxi to take you back to your home. Up to you. But if you choose to go home, I hope that I will be able to see you again tomorrow."

He was an interesting man and that was quite a proposal he laid out to me. I thought back to the restaurant and the feeling of his two fingers in my pussy and his thumb on my clit. I remembered that powerful orgasm and my legs turning to jelly. I thought that I should probably go home, but then I wondered if I stayed, what other pleasures he might be able to bring to me? That's when my pussy started doing the thinking for my brain.

I looked over at him and said, "I don't want to inconvenience you professor, or be any trouble."

He smiled, "No trouble at all, Wei. But if you decide to go home, tell me now what time I can come by to pick you up in the morning."

'Well,' I thought, 'if he will pick me up in the morning, I may as well save him the trouble and expense and just stay here tonight; it was already after 9pm. And I'm very curious to know what else he may do to me tonight.'

"Well, if you are sure it's no trouble, I'll stay" I said.

The professor put his glass up to his lips and drained it. "I like to be in bed by 10pm and I always take a shower before going to bed. It's been a habit for years and it seems to help me sleep better. And I always sleep naked. Is that a problem for you Wei? If it is, I can call a taxi for you" he said looking directly into my eyes.

"Uh...no...that's not a problem" I responded. I had not expected him to come right out and say he'd be sleeping naked. The one guy that I had spent the night with on a trip in a hotel had packed and wore a tee shirt and underwear before he took them off later that night to fuck me. I was learning that the professor was very straightforward about lots of things and didn't beat around the bush.

"I'm sorry Wei, I have no pajamas for you, and your clothes aren't appropriate to sleep in, so do you mind sleeping naked also?"

'Sleep naked??!' I thought, 'I NEVER sleep naked! Most Chinese don't sleep naked. I was surprised when my friend Sam told me that his Chinese wife sleeps naked.'

"Ahh...Yeah...OK...That's not a problem." I managed to say

"OK, then, come on, let's take a shower and get ready for bed. I'm a little tired after this evening's presentation" he said and walked towards the bathroom.

'Take a shower? TOGETHER?' I thought, 'Holy smoke, this guy really IS full of surprises!!' It took me a few seconds to process the novelty of everything that was happening because I had not anticipated any of it. By the time I realized that he expected me to follow him into the bathroom, he had already taken off his shirt and was unzipping his trousers. I walked into the bathroom and began to unbutton my white cotton blouse and suddenly I felt - shy. Shy? Shy?!? I made and posted sexy and sometimes explicit photos and videos on Reddit and Fansly for my customers (I have a little side hustle on Fansly to earn some much-needed extra money) and here I am undressing in front of an older man and I feel shy?? It was such an incongruous feeling. I wasn't shy at all about making photos and videos of me naked and posting them for almost everyone to see, but here I was in the bathroom, with one older man and I was feeling shy. Oh my God. I fought through the shy feeling and continued unbuttoning my blouse until it hung open. The professor paid me no attention and had slipped off his trousers and walked back into the bedroom in his boxer shorts and socks to hang his trousers in the closet.

He returned minus the socks but still wearing his boxers. His cock was tenting up his boxers and was very evident. It was a big bulge. I remembered looking at him during his presentation on derivatives earlier in the evening in the lecture hall. He looked like a visiting finance professor in his jacket and trousers. He was more casual than most professors and didn't wear a tie. He was mostly bald with very closely cut hair which looked mostly white. Based on his hair I would've said he was in his 60's but he looked trim. Now, looking at him here in the bathroom, I could see that he was slim and looked athletic. He might have had a few extra pounds but he didn't have a big tummy and there were no "love handles" on his sides above his underwear. He had nice toned legs. He looked like he could run a 10k race no problem. Looking at him now I thought he was probably in his 50's. That's when it hit me - 'Jesus! He's probably about the same age as my dad!' That should not have surprised me. I did have an affair with my landlord in London, who is in his 50's. But my landlord had a paunch and didn't look athletic at all. He looked very much like what he was - a deskbound bureaucrat who hadn't seen the inside of a gym in decades.

When the professor pulled down the waistband of his boxers his cock bounced back and forth a few times after it was no longer confined. It was as big a cock as I have seen in real life but it wasn't porn-movie-big. He had been circumcised so the head was clearly evident and red. His cock had a nice curve to it and the girth looked good. What struck me was how upright it was. He had hardly looked my way and he already had a boner standing up at about a 15 degree angle! It was such a contrast to my boyfriend in London. My boyfriend participates in some of my videos when I do sex scenes for my Fansly posts and he is always flaccid when we start. When we make my videos I always use my hand or mouth to get him hard and erect. Jesus, the professor had a full-blown erection and he hadn't even touched me yet! He tossed his boxers on the floor and looked over at me. Oh shit! Busted! He caught me staring at his cock!

I had hung my blouse on a hook on the wall meant for towels but I was still wearing my bra and skirt. The professor didn't say anything but he did give me a look that seemed to say 'hurry-it-up-little-girl' so I reached behind me, found the zipper and pulled it down. When my skirt hit the floor around my feet I felt another very strong feeling of shyness. Here I am standing in the bathroom in a man's hotel room whom I hardly knew in my matching pink bra and thong set getting ready to get naked and take a shower with him! Oh my gosh! At that moment I almost wanted to tell the professor to call me a taxi and I wanted to go home. He had turned on the water in the shower to get it up to temperature.

He turned to look at me after testing the temperature of the water, smiled, and said, "Wei, in my entire life I have never seen a woman take a shower in her bra and panties. You seem nervous. I promise I will not hurt you. I can still call downstairs and get you a taxi."

He understood. That reassured me. My nervousness evaporated. I didn't answer him verbally. I slipped my thumbs under the strings of my thong and slid it down past my knees and let it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it and reached behind me and unclasped my bra and pulled it off both arms. My bra is always the last thing I take off. After I graduated from university I became fixated on big tits. I would see photos of foreign women in magazines with their cleavage and they seemed so sexy and feminine. Most of us Asian girls have breasts which are much smaller. A few of the girls in my office when I got my first job had big tits and the men were always looking at them and ignoring the rest of us. Shit! For a few months I had also thought about trying to get my breasts enhanced, but I knew the process wasn't cheap and neither I nor my parents had the money for extravagant things like that. Over the years I reconciled with my breasts and their size no longer bothered me. I really liked it when my friend Sam told me that my breasts were perfect. He said my breasts were perfectly proportioned with the rest of my petite body. Sometimes I think I am skinny but Sam always says I'm petite. He told me that bigger breasts would look out of place on my small frame. He compliments me a lot but he says he means everything he says. I believe him.

I took the few steps across the bathroom floor to stand next to the professor at the entrance to the shower. I was buck naked and nervous, but to control my anxiety, I held these thoughts in my mind, 'I am strong. I am fantastic. I am strong. I am fantastic.' It worked. I felt my nervousness lessen and my confidence grow. I reached into the shower and felt the warm water on my arm and hand. I looked over at the professor into his eyes, said nothing and stepped in. The warm water hitting my body felt good. I stepped a little closer to the showerhead and the professor stepped into the shower behind me. He had a washcloth in his hand. I was facing the showerhead enjoying the water beating on my skin when I felt one of his hands on my hip and the other holding the soapy washcloth started to soap up my back. It felt nice to have someone else wash me, especially an older established man like the professor. I mean, he was a professor at a major university and I was just a young graduate student from China. It made me feel important that a guy like him would take the time to wash me. I stood there with the water gently massaging the front of my body while I felt the washcloth swirling and moving across my back and shoulders leaving a soapy wake. I turned my head to look back at him and smiled. He smiled back at me, squirted more body wash from the dispenser on the wall onto the washcloth, and started to wash my butt. His touch was firm but not too hard. After he had soaped up both my cheeks I felt the washcloth descend between them and he lingered there washing my butt crack and asshole moving the washcloth up and down numerous times. I thought he was going to go down that extra inch and start soaping my pussy, which was no doubt wet with both the water and my juices, but he moved from my asshole down to the backs of both legs. I felt the washcloth moving from the top of my thigh slowly down to my foot and back up again several times on both legs.