Dirty Professor

"I don't know," I said. He took my other hand, holding them both. The ring looked beautiful on my hand.

"You don't have to. Not until I prove it to you and I will prove it to you," he said. Professor Moore pulled me to him and wrapped me in his embrace. I allowed myself to be held and eventually held him back, feeling the tension melt from within me.

"Don't let me down," I whispered through tears.

"I won't," he assured me as he stroked my hair. I could feel his dick hardening against me and I suppressed a smile. I liked how much I turned him on. Professor Moore's hands slid down my body as he moaned into my hair. I nuzzled his neck and then licked it.

"Not here. Someone might see us," he said, but his hands were under my skirt and panties, caressing my ass.

"Then where?" I asked. I wanted so badly to resist him but I couldn't. He was still married, I kept trying to remind myself, but to no avail. I needed him too desperately. I slowly dropped down myself to my knees, looking up at him as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard dick out of his pants.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a daze. I didn't answer him. Instead, I licked the tip of his dick. He shuddered and moaned. "We shouldn't." I begged to differ, and clearly, so did his dick. I wrapped my lips around his head, tasting the pre-cum on my tongue. Slowly, I slid more and more of him into my wet mouth until my nose was pushed up against his pelvis. Professor Moore was holding handfuls of my hair as he guided me back and forth. I stuffed him into my mouth until I gagged and he begged me to stop. A trail of drool connected my wet mouth to his dick as I pulled it all the way out only to shove it all the way back in. Professor Moore could barely stand and had to hold onto a desk to keep his balance.

"Oh my God," he moaned. I grabbed hold of his shaft with both my hands, loving the way my new ring looked as I stroked. "Fuck!" He exclaimed, as he lost control. His body shook and he closed his hands, raising his head to heaven as he came in my mouth. I didn't release his dick until he was finished, making sure that I swallowed every drop. When he had regained control of his body, he pulled me up to him and kissed me passionately. His dick was still hard and sucking it had made me wet. "I need to fuck you," he told me. I wanted to bring him back to my place, but it was too risky. What if Gemma was there? What if he recognized it from the pictures? I bit my lip as I thought. There was nowhere else to go.

"Let's go to my place," I finally suggested.

"Ok, I'll meet you there. Text me the address," he told me.

"Ok," I agreed. I turned to go, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into a kiss that made my heart beat quicken. All I could think about was him inside of me. "I love you," I told him before I could stop myself.

"I love you too," he told me.

I exited the classroom and then the building. What the fuck was I doing? This was crazy! I knew that this had the potential to backfire, but I didn't care. I took out my phone and text Professor Moore my address. After I pressed send, I heard someone call my name. It was Richard! He was leaving the dining hall and jogged over to catch up with me.

"Hey, what happened to us meeting up for lunch?" He asked me. I suddenly felt terrible for dragging him into my bullshit.

"Um sorry about that," I began trying to quickly think up an excuse. "I had to meet with my professor." Richard nodded understandingly.

"Well, what are you doing later?" He asked. I bit my lip uncertainly.

"Richard, I don't want to lead you on. I'm already seeing someone. I'm sorry," I told him. He looked crushed but simply nodded his head.

"It's cool. A pretty girl like you, I knew I couldn't have been your only admirer," he said. I smiled. Richard was really sweet. He deserved better.

"Well I'll see you in class," I said.

"See you."

I sighed as I started walking again. As I trekked up the hill home, I texted Gemma to find out where she was. When she texted me back saying that she was in the apartment I groaned. I was hoping she'd be gone. I entered the apartment building and then went up the steps to our floor. I tried to think of a way to get rid of Gemma as I unlocked the apartment door. When I walked in, she was putting on her jacket.

"Where are you going?" I asked her. She grinned at me.

"On a date," she said smugly. I looked dumbfounded.

"With who?" I demanded.

"With Sharon," she told me. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Gemma's eyes dropped down to my ring. Now it was her jaws turn to drop as she grabbed my hand to get a better look.

"Whoa! Who gave you this bad boy?" She asked.

"A friend," I answered vaguely. Gemma raised an eyebrow skeptically and put her hands on her hips.

"I'm your friend and I'm not buying you diamond rings," she pointed out. Before I could say anything else, her phone began ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the screen, smiling big when she saw who it was. She looked back up at me. "I've gotta go but we'll definitely talk about this later. Hello?" She said answering her phone and opening the door.

"Have fun on your date!" I called after her as she left. I pulled out my phone and called Professor Moore. "Where are you?" I demanded when he answered.

"I'm almost to your building," he answered. I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was a