coolpapabell22
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I know there are people out there who share this one with me. I'm a college professor, so there are no shortage of attractive women around that I could be sleeping with as far as the law is concerned.... (Of course, my boss and my sense of morals are a different story.) But it makes for an amazing fantasy. Something like this:
She walked into my office, and I had to stifle a gasp of surprise. For one, this was the first time I'd seen Erica in any context other than sitting in the back corner of my classroom, texting or otherwise pointedly ignoring my lectures. I assumed that now, near the end of the semester, we'd have the talk where she tried to whine her way into a better grade. But I was also a little taken aback by her outfit - a sheer white tank top that showed hints of the black lace underneath, and a skirt too short for me to pretend not to notice....
"Hi Professor Edwards. I was wondering if we could talk about my grade in your class." She sat down. With all the leg she was showing, I had to clear my throat before I could respond.
"Of course." My heart was (I hope) not beating too loudly. "So, I know I've really messed up the exams in your class so far, but...I guess I'm wondering if there's anything I could do to improve my grade. Maybe some extra credit or something like that?"
This, naturally, made me angry. She'd had ample chances to get a good grade in my class by actually working, and here was the same old sob story. At least I didn't have to hear about whatever blown-up personal problems she had as an excuse. I managed to keep my voice level as I replied.
"Well, as a rule, I don't give extra credit. Your grade is based on your performance in the class. And quite frankly, the grade you're getting now is the grade you've earned." She shifted in her seat a little then, and took a deep breath.
"Well, I know that. But...well...that's not quite what I meant." She crossed her legs slowly, and I absurdly wondered if she was even old enough to remember Basic Instinct. Then she leaned forward in an unmistakable way, and her voice lowered. "I need to pass this class. Isn't there...anything...I can do?"
I let my anger show then, and it crept into my voice as well. "Miss Jacobs, I don't think you quite understand what you're saying to me. The insinuations you appear to be making would have some serious ramifications." I stood then, and strode to the door. I could see her face turn white, and I knew I had scared her. So she looked puzzled when I closed the door, locked it, and turned around.
"You need to understand the offer you're making, Erica." I leaned over her. "This isn't something you can do halfway. This isn't something I will do halfway." I rested my hand on her shoulder in a way that could be friendly, and then let it slip down her body slightly in a way that was obviously more. "If you follow my instructions exactly for the next 4 weeks, I can promise you a passing grade. But you must do exactly as I say."
She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were now at least as excited as scared. "All right." And instantly, my hand dropped the last 6 inches and squeezed her breast firmly, almost roughly - enough to make her jump.
"What did you say?" I seethed.
"All right, sir."
"Good. Now stand up and bend over the desk." She hesitated, and her hands shook slightly, but she did as she was told. I was glad to have her turn around - I was finding it hard to suppress my smile - the anticipation of all I could do with this lovely young woman was making me positively gleeful, but it was important to me to continue treating her sternly.
I pulled her skirt up (not that it had far to go) and was not surprised to see more black lace underneath. I rested my hands gently on her ass for a moment, and she trembled, expecting a spanking. But I merely slid my hands under the silky waistband and pulled down her panties over her smooth legs. She obligingly stepped out of them, and settled back down, bracing herself and spreading her legs slightly more.
"That will be all for now, Miss Jacobs." She turned around, surprised, as I tucked her panties into my pocket. "I'll need you to come back at 5 so we can discuss your assignment. I think we should be careful to avoid disturbing any of my colleagues who might be working right now."
She nodded, a little dazed, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. Instead she walked to the door and unlocked it.
"Miss Jacobs." She stopped and turned to me. "Don't change your clothes before then." She gave a small shiver, and nodded again.
"Yes, sir." And she walked out. This was going to be interesting....
She walked into my office, and I had to stifle a gasp of surprise. For one, this was the first time I'd seen Erica in any context other than sitting in the back corner of my classroom, texting or otherwise pointedly ignoring my lectures. I assumed that now, near the end of the semester, we'd have the talk where she tried to whine her way into a better grade. But I was also a little taken aback by her outfit - a sheer white tank top that showed hints of the black lace underneath, and a skirt too short for me to pretend not to notice....
"Hi Professor Edwards. I was wondering if we could talk about my grade in your class." She sat down. With all the leg she was showing, I had to clear my throat before I could respond.
"Of course." My heart was (I hope) not beating too loudly. "So, I know I've really messed up the exams in your class so far, but...I guess I'm wondering if there's anything I could do to improve my grade. Maybe some extra credit or something like that?"
This, naturally, made me angry. She'd had ample chances to get a good grade in my class by actually working, and here was the same old sob story. At least I didn't have to hear about whatever blown-up personal problems she had as an excuse. I managed to keep my voice level as I replied.
"Well, as a rule, I don't give extra credit. Your grade is based on your performance in the class. And quite frankly, the grade you're getting now is the grade you've earned." She shifted in her seat a little then, and took a deep breath.
"Well, I know that. But...well...that's not quite what I meant." She crossed her legs slowly, and I absurdly wondered if she was even old enough to remember Basic Instinct. Then she leaned forward in an unmistakable way, and her voice lowered. "I need to pass this class. Isn't there...anything...I can do?"
I let my anger show then, and it crept into my voice as well. "Miss Jacobs, I don't think you quite understand what you're saying to me. The insinuations you appear to be making would have some serious ramifications." I stood then, and strode to the door. I could see her face turn white, and I knew I had scared her. So she looked puzzled when I closed the door, locked it, and turned around.
"You need to understand the offer you're making, Erica." I leaned over her. "This isn't something you can do halfway. This isn't something I will do halfway." I rested my hand on her shoulder in a way that could be friendly, and then let it slip down her body slightly in a way that was obviously more. "If you follow my instructions exactly for the next 4 weeks, I can promise you a passing grade. But you must do exactly as I say."
She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were now at least as excited as scared. "All right." And instantly, my hand dropped the last 6 inches and squeezed her breast firmly, almost roughly - enough to make her jump.
"What did you say?" I seethed.
"All right, sir."
"Good. Now stand up and bend over the desk." She hesitated, and her hands shook slightly, but she did as she was told. I was glad to have her turn around - I was finding it hard to suppress my smile - the anticipation of all I could do with this lovely young woman was making me positively gleeful, but it was important to me to continue treating her sternly.
I pulled her skirt up (not that it had far to go) and was not surprised to see more black lace underneath. I rested my hands gently on her ass for a moment, and she trembled, expecting a spanking. But I merely slid my hands under the silky waistband and pulled down her panties over her smooth legs. She obligingly stepped out of them, and settled back down, bracing herself and spreading her legs slightly more.
"That will be all for now, Miss Jacobs." She turned around, surprised, as I tucked her panties into my pocket. "I'll need you to come back at 5 so we can discuss your assignment. I think we should be careful to avoid disturbing any of my colleagues who might be working right now."
She nodded, a little dazed, and I could tell she wanted to say something, but thought better of it. Instead she walked to the door and unlocked it.
"Miss Jacobs." She stopped and turned to me. "Don't change your clothes before then." She gave a small shiver, and nodded again.
"Yes, sir." And she walked out. This was going to be interesting....
