“Professor Khan,” I asked, doing my best to remain nonchalant. “I have a few questions about the lecture. Do you have time to discuss them with me?”
Foster barely looked up from his work. “I have a few moments, but you know I prefer you come in during office ours.”
I nodded sagely. “Of course, I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” I followed Foster out into the hall, up the stairs, further down the hall, and down a hallway dimly lit by bubble glass windows. It was clear all the other professors were gone.
Foster put his key into the door, turned the lock, and without wasting a minute, dragged me into his office.
“Fuck,” he said, pulling me by the hips the minute the door closed. “I know it shouldn’t, but when you call me professor I get so fucking hard.”
I grinned, feeling wicked. Pressing myself into him so I could feel his stiff cock against my hip, I whispered, “Professor Khan.”
He groaned, bending down to pull my ear between his teeth. “I’m going to bend you over my desk and fuck you so hard you won’t be
able to walk tomorrow,” he said low in to my ear, causing me to shiver. “I want you in my class Wednesday, sore, still thinking of how I fucked you on this desk. But first…”
Foster undid the button of my jeans and pulled them down. He didn’t even bother with my panties, opting instead to rip them off.
“Hey,” I muttered lazily, my protest losing steam when Foster placed his mouth on my inner thigh. He kissed his way further inside, until he was planted firmly on my lips. My eyes popped open before relaxing into pleasure.
“You taste fucking amazing,” Foster said, his voice rumbling inside me. “I’m going to eat you until there’s nothing left.” Foster grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. When his tongue entered me I saw stars. I fisted his hair in my hands, refusing to let him stop.
Swirls spun in my eyes as Foster sucked on me. My thighs quivered and I trembled, but he held on to me. He mercilessly sucked until I was a writhing, shaking mess in his arms. When I came, he wasn’t finished with me. He licked me where I was most sensitive, causing me to scream out as the pleasure was almost painful. I fell back on the desk, totally spent.
He still wasn’t done with me.
Kissing up my stomach, Foster pulled my shirt off as he went. When he reached my bra, he unhooked it easily and threw it to the side. Taking my breasts in his hands, he massaged them. I groaned as he took a nipple into his mouth.
I felt like a goddess the way he was worshipping me.
Carefully, Foster lifted me up so that I was sitting on his desk. I watched rapt as he undid his shirt and jeans. It was my own personal strip show. When he was finished, Adonis stood in his place. I licked my lips as he approached me.
I’d been naked with Foster before, but I’d never really seen him naked. At least, I’d never studied him naked. He was absolute perfection. From head to toe, he was sculpted and tanned and so delectable. When he gripped my hips and pulled me close, I couldn’t help but smile.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You’re handsome,” I said, sounding like a freaking schoolgirl. Foster grinned and kissed me. Taking my bottom lip in his, he sucked long and hard until I was practically panting at his feet.
“You ready, beautiful?” Foster asked, forehead pressed against mine.
I was.
5
Show Of Hands
I sat front and center. Wearing only a skirt and no underwear, it was probably the craziest thing I’d ever done and would do. Every Monday and Wednesday was torture for me. Foster stood up at the front, looking incredibly sexy with his rolled up sleeves and messy hair, speaking with complete confidence on one of the hardest subjects I’d ever taken. Then, afterward, he dominated me.
I didn’t know how he did it. I didn’t know how he stood up there and talked about o-chem without faltering. I could barely keep my notes straight with him, but he rambled off formulas like it was no big deal. That day I decided to do something a little naughty. I didn’t want us to get caught; I wasn’t going to do anything big, I just wanted to see him falter. Just a little bit. Just to know I affected him as much as he affected me.
Foster noticed me sitting in the front. I usually sat in the middle, but he didn’t acknowledge it. We never acknowledged anything in class. He began the lecture as usual, and as usual I was enthralled. I nearly forgot my plan. I watched the muscles in his exposed forearm ripple as he pointed to the problem he drew on the white board and… Am I drooling? Better wipe that up.
A student raised their hand and asked a question about the problem I wasn’t paying attention to, snapping me back to attention. I smiled to myself, feeling wicked, and slowly opened my legs. I knew only Foster could see me. I was wearing a long enough skirt that anyone next to me would just think I was stretching my legs. But I wasn’t. I so wasn’t.
For the first time in my life I was going commando, and I was doing it in a classroom full of students. I continued to spread my legs, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Foster’s attention was on the student as he answered the question, until his gaze drifted toward me.
“And so you—” He stopped dead, but for only a second. If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t have noticed the change. But I was. I was looking for it. His eyes widened at me and then he coughed loudly. Once, twice, three times he coughed!
“I’m sorry,” Foster said, “I’m getting over a cold. What was I saying?”