Claire's Big Fuck-Up - bdsm, professor erotica

Claire has been fucking the organic chemistry professor for quite some time. She fucks him during his office hours and gets A's on her tests. What happens when a disturbed student catches them in the act? Warning: contains hot oral sex (both ways), fingering, lesbian action, M/f, f/f/M.

Excerpt:

I fished through the discarded garments that lay in a pile on the floor and hooked a finger through my panties. I pulled them on as Professor Black leaned back into the chair with a great sigh.

“What was that you did with your tongue?”

I ran a hand through my tangled locks and smiled at him. “Oh, that,” I said dismissively. “I call it the swirl.”

“The swirl,” he echoed, staring off into space.

He was still half naked, his abdomen wet with white streaks. I never let him finish on me. It was just too gross.
He grabbed a few papers he was grading and mopped himself up while I dressed. He wasn’t a bad looker. He had a slight pot belly and his teeth were a little yellow, but his eyes had a sea, blue-green color. And his hands were firm and eager to please.

But he wasn’t my type. I pulled on my jeans and clasped on the bra as quickly as I could. I wanted to leave before he could ask for any more ‘favors.’

“I’ll see you next time.” I winked at him and walked out as he was spraying a can of air freshener. The room smelled of sex.

I nearly rammed into someone as I left his office, which locked behind me.

“Sorry!”

He was a guy from class. He adjusted his horn-rimmed spectacles and nodded with his lips set in a firm line. He had black hair and eyes, and gave me a dark glare as he stepped around me.

My insides froze as I stepped around him. Suppose he had seen something? Maybe the Professor’s tighty whities on the floor—or the dildos propped on the desk? I had been screwing around with Professor Black for several months. He had promised to give me a passing grade in organic chemistry if I fucked him during his office hours, but if we were caught it would ruin his career and I would never get into medical school.

The reason I had done it was quite simple: there was no way I was ever going to memorize all those mechanisms and substrates. I needed to cheat, just this once. Medical school was everything to me.

And I didn’t really mind fucking the Professor. Truth be told, I was quite a sexual being—but he wasn’t really my type. He was into really tame, vanilla sex. My preference was for whips and chains, among other things. It had taken a few weeks before I could coax him into using dildos.Claire has been fucking the organic chemistry professor for quite some time. She fucks him during his office hours and gets A's on her tests. What happens when a disturbed student catches them in the act? Warning: contains hot oral sex (both ways), fingering, lesbian action, M/f, f/f/M.

Excerpt:

I fished through the discarded garments that lay in a pile on the floor and hooked a finger through my panties. I pulled them on as Professor Black leaned back into the chair with a great sigh.

“What was that you did with your tongue?”

I ran a hand through my tangled locks and smiled at him. “Oh, that,” I said dismissively. “I call it the swirl.”

“The swirl,” he echoed, staring off into space.

He was still half naked, his abdomen wet with white streaks. I never let him finish on me. It was just too gross.
He grabbed a few papers he was grading and mopped himself up while I dressed. He wasn’t a bad looker. He had a slight pot belly and his teeth were a little yellow, but his eyes had a sea, blue-green color. And his hands were firm and eager to please.

But he wasn’t my type. I pulled on my jeans and clasped on the bra as quickly as I could. I wanted to leave before he could ask for any more ‘favors.’

“I’ll see you next time.” I winked at him and walked out as he was spraying a can of air freshener. The room smelled of sex.

I nearly rammed into someone as I left his office, which locked behind me.

“Sorry!”

He was a guy from class. He adjusted his horn-rimmed spectacles and nodded with his lips set in a firm line. He had black hair and eyes, and gave me a dark glare as he stepped around me.

My insides froze as I stepped around him. Suppose he had seen something? Maybe the Professor’s tighty whities on the floor—or the dildos propped on the desk? I had been screwing around with Professor Black for several months. He had promised to give me a passing grade in organic chemistry if I fucked him during his office hours, but if we were caught it would ruin his career and I would never get into medical school.

The reason I had done it was quite simple: there was no way I was ever going to memorize all those mechanisms and substrates. I needed to cheat, just this once. Medical school was everything to me.

And I didn’t really mind fucking the Professor. Truth be told, I was quite a sexual being—but he wasn’t really my type. He was into really tame, vanilla sex. My preference was for whips and chains, among other things. It had taken a few weeks before I could coax him into using dildos.