Fucking My Professor; A Thrilling Encounter with Doctor Miller ♕

I can’t believe that I started fucking my professor for a good grade.

Fidgeting nervously, I waited outside Doctor Miller’s office. I was in trouble again for submitting our weekly nursing ethics essay late. My grades in this class had gotten so bad that I faced a possible expulsion from the class, whose consequences would be swift and severe. However, I had been given the option of writing a 10-page paper for a second chance at the exam. Worst of all, I was to write the paper in Doctor Miller’s office.

Halfway through my lifelong nursing dream, I had worked so hard to get here. I was desperate and would do anything to get past that point. “Come in!” said Doctor Miller in his deep, pleasant voice. I sluggishly walked into his office with thousands of thoughts about the paper in mind. I sat at the far end of his office, and he handed me a booklet with all the instructions for the paper.

On that particular day, he looked hotter than before. I noticed the network of sexy veins on his huge hands and perfectly shaped brows over his foxlike eyes. One thing about me is that I have always been quiet and shy, but a handsome man with a good cock always gets me to my wild naughty nurse side. “Everything okay?” he asked. His deep voice sounded seductive rather than concerned. Oh shit! I must have been so distracted that he noticed me staring at him. Watching him flex past me in his perfectly fitting pants must have done something to me. All of a sudden, I was getting extremely wild thoughts. Fucking my professor Doctor Miller came into my mind! All I could imagine was gagging on his cock.

The outline of his manhood was visible through his pants near his crotch.

And well, it was a hell of a beast. I have no idea why I had never noticed it in my many months in college. Perhaps it’s because he was always in his lab coat. Looking at it, I could tell it was one of those cocks that, if I kissed it, it would stand 9 inches tall, with dabs of liquid ready to fall off the tip and leave a trail on the floor. All of a sudden, I was craving him. My mind wasn’t even on the paper anymore. The little bean beneath my pants was already calling for some. One thing about me is I am a go-getter. I always find myself around what I want, and that day, I wanted Doctor Miller.

“There has to be another way for me to earn my grade,” I said confidently. “What!?” he jerked, looking astonished. “Did I stutter?” I interjected. Who knew I would stoop to this level by fucking my professor? By this time, he was staring at me with his mouth wide open. There and then, I knew it was my moment. Luckily, I wore my usual knee-length skirt, black stockings, and classic nurse shoes. My shapely legs were clearly visible and ready to be explored.

I stood up and walked towards his desk. The walk felt long and pretty forbidding, it weakened my resolve, but I wasn’t giving up. Reaching his old desk, I had no idea what to say, so I did the only thing coming to mind. I circled his desk; he watched me intently, mouth wide open. I pretended to trip and allowed gravity to pull me into his arms. As I fumbled to right myself, my lips found his. He resisted momentarily but eventually returned the kisses two-fold.

We were catching a rhythm as his beard scratched my cheeks. I was experiencing a sensation I hadn’t felt before. I was already wet for a guy I never had an interest in. His hands traveled under my shirt, roughly shifting my bra, exposing my soft tits. He held them tightly, feeling their size, soft texture, and weight. “I love this!” He whispered as he tweaked my nipples with one hand and reached for my skirt with the other. He pushed up the skirt and almost frowned with disappointment.

Fucking my professor was going to be the highlight of my college experience!

“Take off those goddam leggings,” He commanded, but even before I could do that, he tore them apart.

He was turning into a monster, just the way I liked it. He stared at me with lust, probably thinking about the risk we were taking, especially him. I straddled him, sliding onto his erection which was poking hard in his pants. The pants could barely hold the monster back. I sunk to my knees and took it into my mouth, my tongue teasing the head.

He groaned and moaned. I was so wet; my hands rubbed on my clit. Of course, I was ready to have him inside me despite the pangs of guilt. He guided me onto my feet to the chair, and we found a rhythm. It was his belly thumping against mine, feeling the sensation of pleasure. I came to a wrenching silent climax, and so did he. As I stood to get my torn leggings, he fell back to his chair, trying to understand what had just happened.

He loved it. Long story short, I didn’t have to write that paper, and guess what? Fucking my professor helped me get closer to graduating.