Page 28 of Sinful Professor

“I wasn’t kidding about the deadlines for my assignments, Miss Smith,” I say as I look down at her. “You missed the deadline. You will receive no credit for what you turned in.”

“Please, Dr. Rush,” she mewls. “I will do anything to change that.”

“Anything?” I ask with an arched brow.

“Yes,” she nods. “Anything.”

I sit back in my seat and take her in. She is an absolute vision. And she’s all mine. When I lock eyes with her again, I know she’ll do whatever I want, fantasy or not. But I decide to take us a little deeper into this.

“Tell me, Miss Smith, do you have a boyfriend?”

“I do.”

“Are you in love with him?”

“Very much,” she says with a smile.

“Yet here you are, making a very dangerous offer to your professor in exchange for a grade,” I tisk. “How do you think your boyfriend would feel about that?”

“He doesn’t have to know,” she pleads. “No one has to know.”

“You’re very tempting, Miss Smith,” I smile. “And I’m not sure you can do enough to change my mind, either.”

“I will do anything, Dr. Rush,” she says again. “Anything.”

Unable to stand it any longer, I slowly undo my jeans and pull out my aching cock. She licks her lips while I stroke it a few times. And her breathing has increased.

“Suck my cock, Miss Smith,” I order. “And swallow what I give you.”

“Then will you grade my assignment?” she asks.

“You said you’d do anything, Miss Smith,” I snap. “Not just one thing. So, you can suck me off or you can leave now no better off than when you walked into my office. Make your choice.”

In one graceful motion, she sinks to her knees and deep throats me. Her hands lock on my thighs as she gives me the blowjob of the century. And as worked up as I was before she arrived, the sight of her now and the sounds that leave her send me over the edge faster than I ever expected. I thread my hands into her hair and pull her head up just a touch so she can swallow. When I’m spent, she starts moving again, up and down my softening length. I pull her mouth off me and tilt her head back. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, until she smiles at me.

“How was that, Dr. Rush?”

“You have a very talented mouth, Miss Smith,” I grin. “I may change my mind yet.”

Her face crumples and she starts to beg.

“Please,” she whispers. “It’s just one assignment.”

“You said anything, Miss Smith,” I remind her. “Stand up.”

She does so, very slowly. Then I grab her hips and press my nose to her mound. Her body shudders but she merely lets me do what I want.

“You’re very wet, Miss Smith,” I say as I look up at her. “Do you get wet like this when you suck your boyfriends' cock?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“He’s a lucky boy,” I chuckle. “Now, let’s see what you’re hiding under these delightful panties.”

I slide them down her legs, and she lifts each foot so I can remove them completely. With a smile, I set them on my computer keyboard. Then I look up and watch her expression as I slide my hand up between her thighs.

“Tell me, Miss Smith,” I smile. “Does your boyfriend fuck you with his fingers, too?”

She nods.

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