Page 3 of Her Filthy Professor

He gestures for me to move closer to him, and I do, eager to be as close to him as possible. I stand in front of him, my cheeks flushed with ache between my legs, waiting for him to touch me.

Dr. Griffin reaches for my arms to pull me toward him, gently tracing my skin with his fingers. I gasp at the soft, gentle caress and feel my body respond to him. His fingers trace their way to my fingertips, and then he drops them to the exposed flesh of my thighs, rubbing them and squeezing gently as he savors every motion.

“Come here,” he whispers, his steel eyes staring up at me alight with desire.

I do exactly as he asks and straddle him on his chair, kneeling on top of him and wrapping my arms around his neck. With his mouth pressed against mine, a moan escapes my lips. Every inch of my body tingles as his hands grip my waist and slide under the loose waist of my shirt, gripping my back to pull me closer.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Dr. Griffin,” I say, pulling away for a moment, turning around and looking at the open door to his office. “You’re my professor, and we can get in trouble.”

“How’s anyone gonna find out?” He kisses my neck softly and pulls me closer to him.

I moan and turn toward him again. His tongue collides with mine, swirling around it while he tastes me. His hands are on my waist, pulling them down more so my soaking wet pussy grazes the bulge of his cock through his pants. I grind my hips gently, moaning into his mouth while the friction sends small waves of pleasure through me.

He pulls his mouth away from me and watches me as I move, his hand sliding under my shirt to touch my bare breasts.

“You’re definitely my favorite student now,” he whispers as I continue rubbing myself against him.

The idea of us doing something so wrong only makes me want to push further. Knowing we could get in trouble for this turns me on, and I can tell it does for him, too. I lean forward without saying anything and press my lips to his, tasting him as I bring myself closer to an orgasm right there.

He reaches his hand between my legs, stopping me from grinding momentarily, feeling how wet I am. I bite my lip and smile at him, seeing the stain growing on the outside of his khakis from me. Dr. Griffin brings his fingers to his mouth and licks my wetness off them, closing his eyes and savoring my taste.

“You taste better than I ever imagined,” he whispers. He lifts me off him and sets me down on his desk in front of him, spreading my legs apart.

I bite my lip, eager to finally have some release from the aching I’ve been feeling since the first time I saw him. He pushes my skirt up, exposing my panties, and starts pulling them down slowly.

“Wait,” I say, nervously blushing. He pauses and looks up at me. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”

“I’ve got a lot to teach you then,” he says with a smile before he lowers his head between my legs.

Before his mouth makes contact with me, a door slams in the building, and I jump off his desk.

“Quiet, don’t say a word,” Dr. Griffin demands, pushing me under the desk as he scoots his chair in. I can hear him typing away on his computer as footsteps approach the office. I can see that he’s still hard through his pants, and I reach out to touch him, squeezing his cock gently with a smile. He grabs my hand and adjusts it, showing me exactly what to do while he continues pretending to work.

“Dr. Griffin?” a woman’s voice says from the doorway.

“Hi, you’re in the short fiction class, right? Sorry if I don’t remember your name,” he casually says.

I stop moving my hand, but Dr. Griffin casually squeezes it again to encourage me to keep going. It’s hard not to make a noise while I touch him, but I try to be quiet.

“Yes! I was just coming in to see if you wouldn’t mind signing a copy of your book for me.” She steps into the office and takes a seat inches away from where I’m hiding. “I’m a big fan. You’re actually the reason I decided to come to this university.”

“Of course, I can sign it,” he says, presumably grabbing a book and signing it. “Who do I make it out to?”

“Maise Lee,” she eagerly says. “It means so much to me that you’re doing this.”

“It’s nothing really.” I can hear him closing the book and sliding it across the desk. “I hope you enjoy everything we do this semester.”

“I know I will!” she says with a quiet laugh. “It’s so exciting because I’ve just been obsessed with your work for so long. Are you working on anything new?”

Maise kicks her feet as she speaks, nearly hitting me under the desk, so I pull my hand away from Dr. Griffin’s cock and try to stay still.

“Not at the moment,” Dr. Griffin replies. “I’ll be on sabbatical next year, though, to try and write a new novel.”

They continue talking for a few more minutes while I try to avoid Maise, and then she finally leaves. When Dr. Griffin is confident she’s gone, he rolls back again and helps me off the ground. He stares down at me with an apologetic look, brushing his fingers against my arm gently.

“I should probably get going,” I say, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulders.

“Are you sure?” He steps around the desk to face me. “What just happened was something else.”

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