snug, and made
that part of her almost irresistible. She briefly considered
putting on a lot of makeup and fixing her hair carefully, but
decided that Professor Hendricks probably liked a more natural
look, so she just pulled her hair into a pony tail and rushed out
the door.
She finally got to the sociology department
around 11:00. Parking was awful that morning, and she’d had to run
halfway across campus to make it on time. The secretary directed
her to Professor Hendricks’ office, which happened to be in a
corner of the building which was abandoned except for the office
she was headed for. As she knocked at the door, her heart began to
race. Why am I so nervous? I’ve been to professor’s offices
before, plenty of times. I can’t imagine this will be any different
– I mean, I’m just going to beg him for a ‘B’ in the class, squeeze
my tits together and that will be that.
“Come in, come in,” Professor Hendricks
greeted her at the door. Today, he was not wearing his normal
attire. Instead, he had on only a tight fitting undershirt and his
slacks. “Oh, sorry,” he explained, “I am heading to the gym after
our meeting, so I was half-changed when you showed up.”
Jamie was surprised, to say the least. Under
those baggy suits, her professor was rock solid. He wasn’t a
hulking man by any means, but neither was he small. She could tell
that he wasn’t lying about going to the gym, though, that much was
certain. His arms were larger than she’d thought and his
clean-shaven chest was causing his shirt some distress. “So, what
sort of grade are you looking to get out of this class?” he
surprised her, and jolted her back to reality.
“Well, Professor Hendricks, I will lose my
scholarship if I don’t get at least a ‘B’ in all my classes. I
would do just about anything to make sure I can keep going to
school,” she answered. Jesus, he looks good. That black hair,
those dark eyes…
She was jerked back to the present when he
replied again. “Well, Jamie, I can’t just give you a higher grade.
That would be unfair to the other students. However, I know you’ve
had some trouble lately. Are you looking to rewrite your paper, or
do some extra credit?” he asked.
“I really don’t have time for a re-write,
Professor,” she said. “But I would really do just about anything to
get that grade. What kind of extra credit did you have in
mind?”
“Well, if you are short on time, I think we
can still arrange something. Also, if you were willing to do
‘almost’ anything for a ‘B’, what would you do for an ‘A’?” he
asked.
She had not considered this. She was terrible
at haggling, especially about things that mattered so much. She
considered briefly before blurting out: “well, for an ‘A’ I would
do absolutely anything at all.” I cannot believe I just said
that. He is going to give me some ridiculous essay and… before
she could finish the thought, he shoved the books off his desk and
took the chair out from under her.
“Alright, Jamie, here is what you have to do.
You have to be the professor today. Tell me everything you want me
to do and I will do it. I have a hundred and eighty students this
semester, and you are the only one that I think about every single
night when I play with myself. I’ve dreamed of this for a long,
long time.” He said, as he started to take his shirt off, and then
replaced it, remembering that she was in charge.
“I… er… are you sure?” she stammered, not
quite sure what to say or to do. He just stared at her. She decided
to run with it.
“I want you to take my pony tail out, and
squeeze my tits. Put your mouth on one and squeeze the other, Prof-
I mean Hendricks.” She commanded.
Dutifully, he arose in front of her from his
seat on top of the desk and gently took the band off her pony tail.
He brushed the nails of his other hand against her scalp and then
down the length of her mousy brown hair as he did. She shivered a
little bit
that part of her almost irresistible. She briefly considered
putting on a lot of makeup and fixing her hair carefully, but
decided that Professor Hendricks probably liked a more natural
look, so she just pulled her hair into a pony tail and rushed out
the door.
She finally got to the sociology department
around 11:00. Parking was awful that morning, and she’d had to run
halfway across campus to make it on time. The secretary directed
her to Professor Hendricks’ office, which happened to be in a
corner of the building which was abandoned except for the office
she was headed for. As she knocked at the door, her heart began to
race. Why am I so nervous? I’ve been to professor’s offices
before, plenty of times. I can’t imagine this will be any different
– I mean, I’m just going to beg him for a ‘B’ in the class, squeeze
my tits together and that will be that.
“Come in, come in,” Professor Hendricks
greeted her at the door. Today, he was not wearing his normal
attire. Instead, he had on only a tight fitting undershirt and his
slacks. “Oh, sorry,” he explained, “I am heading to the gym after
our meeting, so I was half-changed when you showed up.”
Jamie was surprised, to say the least. Under
those baggy suits, her professor was rock solid. He wasn’t a
hulking man by any means, but neither was he small. She could tell
that he wasn’t lying about going to the gym, though, that much was
certain. His arms were larger than she’d thought and his
clean-shaven chest was causing his shirt some distress. “So, what
sort of grade are you looking to get out of this class?” he
surprised her, and jolted her back to reality.
“Well, Professor Hendricks, I will lose my
scholarship if I don’t get at least a ‘B’ in all my classes. I
would do just about anything to make sure I can keep going to
school,” she answered. Jesus, he looks good. That black hair,
those dark eyes…
She was jerked back to the present when he
replied again. “Well, Jamie, I can’t just give you a higher grade.
That would be unfair to the other students. However, I know you’ve
had some trouble lately. Are you looking to rewrite your paper, or
do some extra credit?” he asked.
“I really don’t have time for a re-write,
Professor,” she said. “But I would really do just about anything to
get that grade. What kind of extra credit did you have in
mind?”
“Well, if you are short on time, I think we
can still arrange something. Also, if you were willing to do
‘almost’ anything for a ‘B’, what would you do for an ‘A’?” he
asked.
She had not considered this. She was terrible
at haggling, especially about things that mattered so much. She
considered briefly before blurting out: “well, for an ‘A’ I would
do absolutely anything at all.” I cannot believe I just said
that. He is going to give me some ridiculous essay and… before
she could finish the thought, he shoved the books off his desk and
took the chair out from under her.
“Alright, Jamie, here is what you have to do.
You have to be the professor today. Tell me everything you want me
to do and I will do it. I have a hundred and eighty students this
semester, and you are the only one that I think about every single
night when I play with myself. I’ve dreamed of this for a long,
long time.” He said, as he started to take his shirt off, and then
replaced it, remembering that she was in charge.
“I… er… are you sure?” she stammered, not
quite sure what to say or to do. He just stared at her. She decided
to run with it.
“I want you to take my pony tail out, and
squeeze my tits. Put your mouth on one and squeeze the other, Prof-
I mean Hendricks.” She commanded.
Dutifully, he arose in front of her from his
seat on top of the desk and gently took the band off her pony tail.
He brushed the nails of his other hand against her scalp and then
down the length of her mousy brown hair as he did. She shivered a
little bit
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