Seductive Student Made Being By Your Side HARD

Did I take things too far?

Who knew I would be the seductive student? I didn’t. It’s so different from being a trained whore. However, they do say an apprenticeship is all about learning from a master. They just never specify what I’d be mastering. My name is Giana, I’m a college student gaining my degree in psychology, but I have a minor in mischief. Dr. Finch was my mentor. He is an older man who seems to be all about business on the surface. He has a corner office and awards to show his skills. I respected his mind and the way he mentored me. That is not to say that I always saw something that came later.

I wasn’t just there to learn the DSM-5; I was there to conduct a little research of my own, being the seductive student I am. Let’s just say that he was my sole, unwitting subject. The only goal was to see what working closer to him would do. I’ve seen the looks and nervous flinches. As a result, this drew me in for more, to uncover the unspoken truth. Did he want more? Or was my young mind wandering?

I tried to be good on my first day

I was beginning work in his office versus the class and needed to dress business casual. On the surface, I wore the studious innocent: a soft cashmere sleeveless sweater that hugged my frame tightly. The fabric clung to the petite curve of my waist and breast without being too overt. I also wore a wool pencil skirt that was aimed at a respectable length as a befitting seductive student. Honestly, it was cut on bias as it clung to my hips and ass with every step I took while wearing my 6 inch heels. I’m a small package that wants to be seen in this field while having that hoeish, spicy flair. I made sure to always wear things like this. Revealing but not too much to make others wonder.

My real secret was in the details of what I wore. I’d wear thin, lace-topped thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. What I’d do is make sure that when sitting across from him he’d see. You know when I cross and uncross my legs, revealing that tiny forbidden sliver of lace. Giving him a glimpse of what this young body could be. It was all just innocent teasing. No harm, no fowl afterall. As a result of doing this for a few weeks, I did start to notice a change.

He didn’t know that I saw what I saw as his seductive student

I would see a brief glimpse of his Adams apple bob when I’d cross and uncross my legs. Or when I’d have to walk past him, his gaze would linger for a second too long on my round ass before he’d catch himself. The most telling evidence began exactly three weeks of his seductive student working closely beside him. Dr. Finch was a creature of habit, yet his after-lunch appointments started running longer. On more than one occasion, I’d walk into his office to deliver some files and would be smacked in the face by the familiar scent.

It was the thick, heavy scent that was unmistakably musky and primal. It was the scent of cum. That freshly spilled seed that hung near his expensive leather chair. No wonder he always looked flushed. I would even notice that slight sheen of sweat that hung on his brow. After a while I started to linger to the room. I loved his nervous eyes and the mix of the scent of cum mixed with my perfume. Watching his hands tremble as he read through the files aroused me in ways that I didn’t expect. Was it the subtle power? The breaking point of all of this unsaid play came to a point a week later. You wouldn’t guess what he asked me as his seductive student. Would you call for this erotic phone sex with me?

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