Playtime with the Professor

I remember my time in college very fondly and recently, as I talked to one of my girlfriends about her classes, I was reminded of an incredible moment in my career as a schoolgirl. I was taking a course that wasn’t going very well for me and I had heard rumors that my professor was known to be “very negotiable” about his grading curve if he was properly entertained by a pretty young girl like me.

He was so well known for this that the girls had given him the nickname of the “Playboy Professor”, but the faculty could ever prove anything, so he kept his job and his play time.

I had seen him staring at my stocking covered legs in class many times before and since I always sat on the front row of the class room, he had a very good view of my legs as he paced back and forth, giving his lectures. I remember that it was time for midterms and I just knew that I had not done very well on the test. So, the day that the grades were due to be passed out to the class, I went to the professor and asked him to hold off on doing anything final with my grade. “Just come to my house for dinner Professor. You won’t be sorry, I promise,” I teased him as I leaned in close to him, showing my cleavage. Just as I had hoped would happen, he took the bait and agreed to come to my house to “discuss my grade” before finalizing anything.

That night I cooked a nice dinner for my professor and had it ready and waiting for him when he arrived promptly at 7 o’clock. We sat beside one another at the table and ate our dinner, slowly feeding it to one another as I rubbed my hand up and down his inner thigh throughout the meal. He was rock hard for me by the time the meal was done and we moved to the couch to have some wine. He started to rub my tits over the strapless top I was wearing and I began to get hot for him. He pulled my tits out and cupped one of them in his hand before licking and sucking on my nipple. He moved to kneel in front of me as he tried spreading my legs open.

When he did that, I used my foot to tip one of the glasses of wine until it spilled all over him. I feigned surprise and offered him the use of my shower and told him that I would wash his clothes for him and that we could have some fun together while they dried. He liked the sound of that, so he stripped right there in front of me, his fully erect cock bouncing as it freed itself from the inside of his pants and underwear. That sight is always such a major turn on for me. As he went into the shower, I took his clothes to wash them, as I had said I would do.
By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, I had already slipped into something much more comfortable. Judging by the way he slowly looked me up and down, I could tell that he liked the sheer pink slip over I was wearing. He sat down on the edge of my bed and I crawled up behind him, nuzzling close to his ear as he opened his towel and took out his rock hard cock. I whispered in his ear, “I have a confession to make Professor.” He looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Really? What’s that?”

I smiled and pointed to the entertainment center just above the TV that was playing the porn video I had put into it. “This isn’t quite as private of a session as I told you that it was going to be. You see that little red light above the TV,” I asked him. “Yes,” he replied, “what about it?” I told him that it was one of several linked cameras that were hidden throughout my house and that had been recording everything he had been doing that evening. I told him that the data was being transmitted in real time to a location that he would never know about, and that he would be wise to forget any ideas he might be having about leaving.

“We’re going to keep recording Professor and instead of me entertaining you in exchange for a good grade, you are going to give me an A in class regardless of what happens here tonight. Also, you will be servicing me tonight as my personal sex slave and you will do exactly what I tell you to do, or I will turn the tapes over to the dean and you will lose your job, your pension and probably your wife too. Do we understand each other?” He turned as pale as the towel that he had removed and answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

I had him eat my wet pussy for a good long while before telling him to fill up both of my tight little holes. He looked a little confused for a moment, until I handed him a dildo and told him to lube it up with my pussy juices before feeding it into my tight little asshole. Then I had him stuff his engorged cock into my tight, wet pussy and fuck me as he worked the dildo in and out of my ass. He sucked on my tits like he had never tasted anything so good before in his life and I came so hard that I squirted pussy juices all over his cock and balls. He unloaded his cum deep inside of my pussy, showing me what a willing slave to my domination that he had become. Needless to say, I got the grade that I wanted and the “Playboy Professor” had become my devoted servant for life. If you have a hot experience to share or you just want to see how hot things can get, then call me, Alanna, and we’ll have the time of our lives together.