Imberly Clare

Kimberly Clarke

I was hunched over my desk, a mountain of papers threatening to spill over its varnished wood edges when a soft knock interrupted my grading. I looked up to see Kimberly Clarke, that vision of alluring, youthful, beauty that haunts me each day in class. I had admired this student quietly for some time, although she seemed to have little interest in literature.

Her most recent paper, on Italian sonnets, was even worse that the drivel she had previously submitted and I had come to the disappointing conclusion that she was just one of those girls who studies humanities because she thinks it is easy and her parents are willing to pay for it.

I knew she was smart because whenever I asked her a question directly, usually when she was spending too much time on her phone, she always had a decent answer. It was almost a game we played - the disinterested first year and her dedicated professor. Who would win, the young Goddess too smart to care, or the gentlemen professor determined to reform and refine her?

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"Good afternoon, Miss Clarke."

"Sorry to bother you, but this will only take a moment..."

Kimberly's thick blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that could launch a thousand ships. Men wrote books about girls like Kimberly, to impress girls like Kimberly, and I suddenly felt inadequate in her presence.

Her attire was provocative. Not at all age appropriate. She looked more the slutty schoolgirl than a respectable university scholar. Although one could never say the look didn't suit her. She wore a pleated skirt that barely reached her knees, a crisp, white, over-starched shirt, a grey cardigan, and a pair of black stockings that emphasized her spectacular calves.

Looking into my eyes with an innocent yet lustful gaze, she epitomized the forbidden fruit.

"Professor..." began Kimberly, her voice soft and melodious. "I was hoping we could talk about my latest paper..."

I sighed.

"About the sonnet analysis?"

She nodded, her large, expressive eyes pleading.

"I know it wasn't my best work, but I was hoping you might reconsider my grade?"

A surge of desire coursed through me. She was breathtaking, a creature of pure temptation. But I was a professional. A man of integrity. I would not give her special treatment.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Kimberly," I replied, my voice firm. "The grading is final."

Undeterred, she pressed on.

"I could rewrite it," she offered, her voice growing husky. "I promise I'll do better..."

I shook my head.

"That wouldn't be fair to the other students," I explained. "It's the same rules for everyone."

Kimberly leaned forward, giving me an incredible view of her shapely breasts.

"Please, Professor," she pleaded. "Give me one more chance."

In that moment, I could have given into the temptation. I could have let her seduce me, let her rewrite the paper, anything to spend more time with her. Thankfully, I resisted. These were the kind of situations that could ruin a reputation. Destroy a distinguished career.

I stood up, my voice steady. "I'm sorry, Kimberly," I said, "but my decision is final."

Kimberly paused, her expression changed.

"Are you sure there's nothing I could do?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "You seem stressed out with all this marking, Professor," she murmured, her fingers trailing along my arm. "I could help with that..."

I pulled away. My heart was pounding.

"No, thank you," I croaked, my voice cracking under duress.

She smiled knowingly. Even her teeth were annoyingly perfect.

"It's just like the poem we studied," she mused. "Unrequited love..."

I was taken aback.

"So you read it?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course," she replied, toying with a loose strand of hair.

"Then how could you turn in such a poorly written paper?"

"I've just been a bit distracted lately. I've been finding it hard to concentrate. I went through a messy breakup recently and..." she trailed off, her eyes downcast.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. My heart sank. I hadn't considered the implications of our being caught conversing in such close proximity. A student, another professor, anyone who walked in could easily misinterpret the situation. Despite my total innocence, it would appear as though something was going on between us.

Kimberly, sensing the danger, dove beneath my desk.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, trying to look comfortable. Relaxed.

"Come in," I called out.

Professor Midgley, an elderly woman with a passion for Shakespeare, entered my office.

"How are you, dear boy?" she asked in a grandmotherly tone of voice.

"Very busy," I replied.

"I won't keep you long," she assured me. "I just wanted to let you know that the faculty meeting on Friday has been moved to Conference Room B."

I thanked her, forcing a smile. As I spoke, I felt Kimberly's hand creeping up my leg. I winced, trying to ignore her touch. The movement of her fingers sent electric currents through my body and my penis began to stir. I considered pushing her away but if my hands disappeared below the desk it would only draw attention there.

Professor Midgley paused at the door, her gaze lingering on me.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked. "You don't look well. Your face is a little green."

Kimberly had unzipped my trousers and was stroking my penis under the table.

"It must have been something I ate," I lied.

Midgley nodded but seemed unconvinced.

"Remember, dear boy, all excess is bad. Even the brightest stars need darkness to shine. Don't burn yourself out. Tis Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care."

With her customary slew of references to the Bard, the aged scholar departed. As soon as the door closed, I sighed in relief. I couldn't believe how close I had come to being caught. I had to put a stop to this. But Kimberly had already started licking my penis, determined to keep going.

"Kimberly...oh shit..."

She took my cockhead in her mouth and my resistance melted. I decided to just go with it as Kimberly swallowed me whole. She gagged as she reached the base before coming up for air.

"Kimberly," I whispered, "we need to lock the door."

I started getting undressed while Kimberly locked the door. Then she joined me, stripping out of her clothing until she was completely, gorgeously, naked. Our nudity contrasted my stuffy office spectacularly. Everything in the room was old and dusty. The books and sculptures. The dated centuries old art that hung on the walls. We were the only people in the world just then.

The only vibrant things, still alive.

"Professor," said Kimberly, who had come back to kneel before me where I stood.

"Yes?"

"Do you like it when I suck your cock?"

"Yes. Kimberly. I do."

"So you'll change my grade to a B if I give you a blowjob?"

For some reason I had completely forgotten that this whole situation was a

quid pro quo.

That the nubile Ms Clarke expected something in return for the sexual affection she was showering upon her lowly professor.

Admittedly, it stung my pride, but I was too horny to complain. I needed this. I deserved it. Kimberly Clarke had teased me long enough with her slutty schoolgirl outfits and her half-interested approach to my excellent lectures.

"Agreed," I said, finally, as she began licking my cock again, and then, as though to seal the deal, she once again blessed my manhood with the enveloping warmth of her mouth.

Kimberly seemed altogether too proficient a fellatrix for a first year and I came to the conclusion that this was not the first cock she had sucked. It was probably a good thing. My own girlfriend in university had grazed me with her teeth on more than one occasion, whereas Kimberly was able to smoothly co-ordinate her lips, tongue, and the insides of her cheeks for my pleasure.

I admired her youthful breasts and her naked back and her doe-eyed expression looking up at me as she slobbered over the raging evidence of my forbidden lust for her. Kimberly Clarke was truly beautiful and much more hard-working than she had led me to believe.

My climax drew near but like every good book there was a twist. Kimberly was still several steps ahead of me, plotting, planning. The ultimate antagonist. A super villain, if you will. My brain had stopped working while she was laying her traps. I wondered if she had come up with the idea on the spur of the moment or if it had been her plan all along.

"Professor?" said Kimberly, panting, strings of saliva dripping from the sides of her mouth.

"Yes, Miss Clarke?"

"If I let you put it inside my pussy will you give me an A on my paper?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation and then paused. I'd just had an idea of my own.

"But you'll have to come over to my house so we can re-write it together."

"Oh really? That sounds fun..."

"Indeed. The paper has to be good enough to warrant the grade or I could get in trouble."

Kimberly stood up and bent over my desk.

"Alright, professor, we can work on the paper together."

The girl was dripping wet and my cock was coated in saliva which made penetrating this wicked student a devilishly easy endeavour. Her pussy continued to gush and lubricate my manhood as I slowly worked my way inside her. I was in paradise. Grabbing a hold of her breasts, I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

"You're a very naughty girl."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Then you better spank me, Professor."

"Good idea..."

Spanking Kimberly was incredibly satisfying. On some level I was still annoyed with her for putting me in such a career threatening position and whacking her gorgeous bottom while pounding her drooling vagina seemed like a fitting punishment.

"Oh my gosh, Professor! You're such a pervert! I love it!"

I had never thought of myself as a pervert before, but it gave me an idea.

"Kimberly..."

"Mmmm...yes...professor...?"

I was fucking her deeply now and she was loving it.

"If you let me cum inside you, I'll give you an A+"

"What?!"

Kimberly gripped the sides of my desk and I felt her body tense up.

"You heard me."

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

I was still pounding her luscious snatch and Kimberly starting cumming. She let out a moan and bit her fist, trying to release some of the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her young body without alerting the entire faculty to our lovemaking.

She agreed to my suggestion.

I slowly pulled out and then carefully slipped back inside her, repeating the process over and over again, savouring her silky vagina, taking my time. She was still incredibly tight and let out a series of soft moans as I gradually and blissfully worked her flower open.

"It's too big!" Kimberly protested, in a high-pitched voice, taunting me to destroy her.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, playing my part.

"No. Please don't stop! I want full marks Professor!"

Although inseminating my favourite female student had not been on my agenda for the day, it was a profoundly satisfying addition to my schedule. With Kimberly's encouragement, I didn't hold out much longer and was soon unleashing a hefty dose of ejaculate inside her. Kimberly shuddered from the bliss. Afterwards, we kissed.