#lessons learned series

[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned (Chapter Two)

Summary: Rudy has his own thoughts about one particularly hard to ignore student, you

Warnings: smut, 18+, dirty thoughts, mentions of sex, masturbation

Link to the series master list here

Rudy’s POV

Another semester of giggling girls (mostly) who didn’t give a single fuck about this course. God, I’m so tired of only having a handful of students each semester that are as passionate as me about classic literature. This particular cohort wasn’t all that bad, except for y/n.

From day one she’d caught my attention. Failing to sneak in late, flushing a beautiful shade of crimson when I reprimanded her. She quickly schooled her expression to one of indifference, taking her time to look me over head to toe. The heat in her gaze alone made blood rush to my cock, having gone far too long without a woman to keep me entertained. 

Each passing lecture only piqued my interest further while also adding to my annoyance. Either her clothes were shrinking from the shitty campus laundry machines or she was trying to get me to see her well defined curves. My eyes often traveled in her direction as I lectured, trying not to linger too long on how her lips looked wrapped around her pen she always seemed to have in her mouth. 

When she spoke up the first few weeks, she showed her intelligence by actually asking the right questions or participating in the discussion. Then she started to slip in compliments. “Such a great point Professor Pankow, and might I say you look so good in your suit today.” She always lingered after class, torturing me with her exposed cleavage and the curve of her ass barely hidden by her skirt. 

The day I thought I’d lose my control for sure, career be damned, she’d shown up early, choosing a seat in the front row where I’d have no choice but to have her in my field of view throughout our entire hour together. She’d slowly been spreading her thighs apart while scooting down in her chair, unnoticeable to her other peers no doubt. While everyone was turning to the right page in their textbook I made the mistake of letting my eyes wander up her long legs. 

I instantly stopped in my tracks, every thought vanishing from my mind. She was wearing the tiniest pair of light pink, fucking lace panties. Her pussy lips were slightly peeking out the sides, begging to be worshiped by my tongue. The fabric covering her was damp enough to darken the material, all the blood rushing below my belt once again. When I dared to meet her gaze she was smirking, mouthing “like what you see?” to me. I had to end class early in fear another student would see the tent in my pants.

She was starting to infiltrate every thought. Making me second guess myself if she actually wanted ME or if she was just playing around. Lately she’d kicked it up a notch, slipping in innuendo when she answered my questions, smirking in victory when she saw that annoyance flicker across my face. God, I’d love to teach her a lesson, show her why she should not fall out of my good graces. 

That thought sticks with me as I climb into the shower, steam filling the room. Before I even realize what I’m doing my hand is wrapped around my dick, already hard because I’d been picturing y/n bent over my desk. I bet she’d make the prettiest sounds when I spanked her, licked her, fucked her. That smart mouth has been begging to be filled with my cock, tears streaming down her cheeks while she tries to take all of me. 

The thought of her on her knees, struggling to please me has me tightening my grip, starting to stroke faster. I wonder if she’d beg me to stop or to fuck her harder? Would she prefer it sweet and slow? Or was she an animal who could never be tamed, letting me tie her up and fuck her in any position. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to fuck her in my office, letting everyone nearby hear her scream. “Oh shit,” my balls tighten, dick jerking in my hand before I shoot my load onto the tiles. This girl was gonna be the death of me.

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[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned Series

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned (Chapter 4)

Summary: You get a reward for following Rudy's rules, only to return the favor afterwards

Warnings: smut, oral (male & female receiving), teasing, hair pulling, 18+

Every lecture was now even more tortuous. You have to sit in class and act normal, knowing that your professor has seen your most intimate parts and made you cum harder than anyone ever has. You found your mind wandering even more than before, curious about what your next “lesson” during office hours would be.

Every time you started thinking about his fingers inside you, how the tip of his cock had felt against your tongue, you ended up pressing your thighs together for relief. It’s like Rudy knew somehow, always glancing your direction at exactly the right moment to catch you, causing a blush to creep up over your cheeks and a knowing smirk to spread across his face. 

On Thursday afternoon you quickly changed into something a little sexier, playing into the school girl fantasy by putting on a button down shirt paired with a pleated skirt. Thigh high stockings kissed the tops of your legs, no panties to cover your pussy just as he’d requested.

You can feel your slick running onto your thighs as you approach his door, softly knocking once again before he tells you to come inside. He’d been waiting, quickly pressing your body against the door and clicking the lock into place. 

“Well look at you. A wet dream come to life.” He quickly pins your hands above your head, trailing his nose up your neck and making you shiver in anticipation. The scent of his cologne mixed with how his body is pressed to yours is intoxicating, quickly making all other thoughts leave your mind.

His free hand urges your legs apart, a wide grin appearing when he feels your arousal on your thighs. When his fingers just barely brush over your lower lips you whimper, having been desperate for relief since your last session. “Such a good girl for me, already following the rules. I think you deserve a reward.” 

Both hands travel to below your ass, urging you to jump into his arms. He carries you over to the couch with ease, laying you down gently onto the velvety cushions. He comes down on top of you, hovering on his muscular arms as he brushes the hair back out of your face.

“Professor, what are you-” He silences you with a kiss, the surprise of the moment knocking the breath out of your lungs. His lips feel like heaven, perfectly shaped to fit with yours. 

He grinds into your core, making you moan into his mouth while your hands tangle into his hair. You’d always fantasized about pulling on the soft blonde locks, wondering how he would react. His tongue teases the outline of your lips and you welcome him inside, tugging on his hair and causing him to moan against you.

Two fingers tease your entrance, swirling around the edge before plunging inside. He swallows your cries of pleasure, scissoring you open while you arch beneath him. 

His mouth starts a path down your body, kissing and sucking on your neck before focusing on your breasts. You suck in a sharp breath when he flips up your skirt, pushing your knees towards your chest so your calves settle onto his shoulders.

Slight embarrassment spreads through your system at him being face to face with your pussy, no other guy had ever even attempted to go down on you. 

He takes his time to tease, laying open mouthed kisses up each inner thigh, your clit fluttering in anticipation. As he moves closer to where you need him most you tense up, uncertainty filling your mind about whether you taste weird or look normal. He senses your unease, softly stroking your waist. “Relax sweetheart. Let me make you feel good. Oh, and try not to scream.” 

He winks before leaning down, licking one agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your hips jolt at the contact, teeth digging into your bottom lip to contain your moans.

He takes his time to thoroughly explore every inch of your folds, tongue teasing around your entrance before plunging inside. You can’t help the loud whine that leaves your throat, intense pleasure surging through your veins at the feeling of his tongue fucking you. 

“God, you taste so sweet. Could stay between your thighs forever.” Your hands once again make a home in his hair, fingers pulling roughly on the strands each time his tongue flicks over your clit. He knows exactly how to drive you crazy, two fingers slowly angling in and out of your entrance while his tongue worships your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck Rudy, don’t stop.” Your back arches higher, thighs starting to tremble as he brings you closer to the edge. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and nibbling lightly with his teeth. The new feeling sets you off, lips parting in a silent scream as you squeeze his face with your legs. Your mind goes totally blank, too blissed out to even form a single thought.

He lightens his pressure, kitten licking you while you come down from your high. When he lifts up his head his chin shines with your release. He proudly licks his lips clean, crawling back up over your body to kiss you once again. The taste of you on his tongue makes you crazy, hands ripping at his clothes, desperate to get him naked as quickly as possible.

He senses your urgency, smiling sardonically as he starts to loosen his buttons. You push yourself up to a sitting position, greedily raking your eyes over his naked chest and torso.

The man was carved like a god, each muscle well defined and making drool pool below your tongue. He makes quick work of his belt, metal clanking as he undoes his pants and drops them down to the floor. You’re reminded of the one small taste you’ve already gotten of his cock,  eagerly dropping to your knees on the floor. 

“God, you look so pretty like that, on your knees, waiting for me to let you suck my cock.” He reclines against the cushions, erection resting against his abs. “Come here,” he commands, urging you forward. Your hands rest on his thighs once again, kneading his flesh while you wait for your next instruction. 

“I think you know what to do,” he smirks, referencing your last time together. You decide to tease him as he did you, taking your time to nibble your way up each of his thighs. To your surprise he lets you play, watching intensely as your mouth inches closer. You wrap your hand around his length, smearing his pre-cum as you start to stroke him slowly.

Feeling adventurous you start out at his balls, lightly sucking one into your mouth and rolling your tongue around it. He groans, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he watches you devour him. 

The other gets the same treatment before you kiss your way up his shaft, licking the tip before swallowing him down. You moan and he curses, hands tangling into your hair as the vibrations make his toes curl. You somehow manage to take all of him, letting him hit the back of your throat without any issues.

“Holy fucking shit, do you not have a gag reflex?” You nod your head no as best you can, starting to bob your head up and down while your tongue traces the underside of his length. 

The more sounds of pleasure he releases, the harder you work. His grip on your hair is borderline painful, but you can’t bring yourself to care. The unique taste that is Rudy mixed with the weight of his cock on your tongue has you dripping onto the carpet, moaning as you hollow your cheeks. 

To give your jaw a break you back off slightly, kitten licking the tip while your hand slides up and down. Your spit drips down onto his balls, soaking the couch cushions but he’s too far gone to care. “Oh god, y/n. I’m gonna cum.” His thighs tense beneath your hands, cock jerking before you taste his salty release. You eagerly keep sucking until he’s empty, licking every last drop off of his skin. 

“Jesus. I had no idea you knew how to suck dick like that.” You smile at him, resting on the couch while your jaw recovers. 

“Me either, I’ve never done that before.” 

“THAT was your first time? If I was handing out grades that would definitely be your first A+ sweetheart. I’ll keep that in mind when I grade your latest essay.” 

Not thinking about it you lean over and press your lips to his, stomach flipping over at the feeling of your lips connecting once again. He doesn’t pull away, letting you explore his mouth at your own pace. “Thank you for making me feel good, professor. See you next Thursday.”

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[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned (Chapter 5)

Summary: Your first time together comes with changes to your relationship

Warnings: smut, sexting, illicit photos, riding, 18+

Rudy’s POV

God, what is happening to me? No matter what I’m doing, my mind wanders off to y/n. She kept surprising me at every turn. Her marks were actually improving on my exams without any interference from me, not to mention how she literally almost sucked my damn soul out of my cock. We’d exchanged numbers after our last “session”, against my better judgment , but man was I glad now. 

She must’ve been thinking about me too, texting me a photo of her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, the rest of her face cropped out. 

“Hi pretty girl, whatcha doing?”

“Wishing you were here…… I have a surprise for you.”

The next message almost makes me drop my phone. She’s propped up against the pillows in her bed, once again only her body within the frame. Her lush curves are barely concealed beneath fucking red lace. I can see the outlines of her nipples, instantly making my dick hard in my sweatpants. 

My eyes travel down her torso and fuck me, this piece of lingerie was crotchless. I can literally see the wetness on her pussy in the light from her lamp. 

“Do you like it?” Her next message pops up, always so unsure of herself.

“Like it? I fucking love it. Look what you did.” 

I reply with a photo of the tent in my lap, imagining the hungry look on her face when she sees what she’s doing to me. 

She’s apparently out for blood tonight, the final photo she sends hot enough to almost make me cum in my pants.

“Can’t wait to feel you inside of me, how sore I’ll be after you stretch me out.” She moved the phone down her body, taking a close up shot of her lower lips spread wide, showcasing her soaking entrance. Her clit is swollen and just begging for my attention, making me groan out loud.

Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me. 

“I can’t wait either sweetheart. Now go to sleep before you get into trouble.”

She doesn’t reply again, my mind now occupied with images of her in every position while I fucked her senseless. I need a cold shower.

Y/N’s POV

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, you weren’t a virgin after all. Maybe because it would be your first time with Rudy. You’d once again followed his instructions, red lingerie with matching red heels concealed only by your trenchcoat. As you raise your hand to knock the door opens in front of you, making you jump slightly. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. Was just checking to see if the coast was clear.” Your stomach somersaults at the sight of him, his eyes alight with excitement and his adorable dimples appearing on his cheeks as he gives you his megawatt smile. He quickly ushers you inside, shutting and locking the door before going to take a seat on the couch. 

You walk over to the center of the room, stopping directly in front of him before giving him your sexiest smile. “Looks like you listened again baby. Let me see what’s under that coat.” His confidence is sexy, fire swirling low in your core at the sight of him alone. His eyes darken as they rake up over your body, eager to see you bare before him.

You have his full attention as you untie the belt at your waist, slowly opening each side of your coat. His eyes widen at the view as you drop the garment to the floor, doing a slow twirl so he can see your body from every angle.

“God you’re so sexy. Such a good girl. Come here.” He pats his lap and you saunter over to him, adding an extra sway to your hips that he can’t help but marvel at. 

You crawl over his lap on your knees, resting your hands on the back of the couch while his slide up your back. His semi-hard cock rubs perfectly against your clit as you settle, making your eyes fall shut and a soft moan fall from your lips.

Suddenly his hands are in your hair, angling your face to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. You unconsciously grind down on his cock, your moans being swallowed by each other as your tongues fight for dominance. 

He pulls away first, forcing your head to tilt backwards so he can mark your neck with his teeth. “Oh professor, mmm.” Your nails dig into his shoulders, pleasure quickly overtaking your system.

Open mouthed kisses trail down your neck to your breasts, his strong hands quickly freeing them from the material before his mouth wraps around your bud. Your breath catches in your throat when he softly bites down, jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your clit. 

“Look at you. You’re so wet you’re staining my pants.” Your eyes drop between your bodies, seeing he’s right. Your bare pussy has left a giant wet spot right on the fly of his slacks. You start to apologize but he stops you with a tight grip to your throat that makes your heart thump erratically. 

“I like it. I love seeing how much I affect you. Now tell me honestly, have you ever done this before?” His hands slide to your hips, helping to guide you while you rock over his erection. 

“Sex? Yes but not like this. College guys just want to jackhammer you until they cum then leave.” 

A hint of anger appears in his eyes, annoyed at the fact that so many guys could not realize the treasure they had in their hands. 

“Well, consider this another lesson then. I’ll help you get started and then I want you to ride me until you cum. Use me however you want.” 

He lifts you softly from his lap, quickly stripping out of all his clothes before returning to his previous spot. You anxiously hover over his length, wondering how all of it was actually going to fit inside you. He was definitely the biggest you’d seen, long and the perfect amount of thickness to leave you aching for more. 

He wraps his hand around his cock, dragging it slowly back and forth through your folds to collect your wetness. When he’s satisfied he lines up with your entrance, gently guiding just the tip inside. You both cry out, the feeling of being joined together absolutely euphoric.

“Shit, baby we’ve gotta be quiet,” he warns you and himself, desperately holding on to his control so he doesn’t flip you over and fuck you senseless. Tonight was about you and your pleasure.

“I’m not sure I can be quiet.” You start to sink down slowly, each inch disappearing inside you only making you want to scream more. You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, copper taste spreading through your mouth. He sees your struggle, both hands cupping your face to pull you in for another searing kiss. 

“Do whatever feels good to you y/n. I’ll keep you quiet, don’t worry.” He places one hand over your mouth, effectively shutting you up as you start to rock forwards and backwards over him. He’s so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. 

Your hands slide to his shoulders, using him for leverage as you start to bounce up and down. His free hand gropes your breasts, rolling each nipple until they’re stiff and sensitive. As his fingers skate down your body you can’t help but tremble. The first brush over your clit almost makes you cum on the spot. 

You start to bounce harder, watching as Rudy’s features transform from his pleasure. He’s trying hard to contain his own sounds, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He starts meeting your thrusts, pushing up into you and making your head spin. A few moments later you cum hard, scream muffled by his hand as he resorts to sliding your body up and down his cock to get you through it.

“God y/n, you’re incredible.” He gives you your favorite smile, brushing the sweaty strands of hair back from your forehead. 

“You’re pretty incredible yourself Rudy.” 

The warmth in his eyes makes you blush, quickly looking away. 

“Don’t feel pressured, and you can totally say no. But, would you want to get dinner with me sometime?”

You fake a gasp, hand covering your heart that has started to beat harder in your chest.

“Professor, are you asking me out on a date?”

He grins, leaning in to quickly peck you on the lips.

“Yes y/n, I am. What do you think?”

“I’d love to.”

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[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned (Chapter 1)

Summary: you sign up for a class mostly just for extra credits and a pretty view but quickly realize you’re in over your head

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, indecent thoughts, 18+

A/N: here I go, starting another series that I’m not sure how often I’ll get to update 😅 inspired by the above photo and a convo with @pankhoeforlife

You’d signed up for his class as a joke, an easy A and a pretty professor to look at. Everyone had way undersold him. The blonde man had instantly been a major distraction. Each lecture was spent admiring the sharp lines of his jaw, wondering how that kiss of stubble would feel against your face when he kissed you, or better yet between your thighs as he feasted on you.

The week campus was closed for a holiday he’d been out of the country, apparently on a solo trip to the Bahamas. Each day he updated his profile with a photo of sights he’d seen and food he’d eaten. Every night you checked his profile, hoping and praying he’d post a photo of himself shirtless so you could finally see the muscles you knew adorned his frame by how his suits fit him.

On the last day of break your luck came through. Your heart skipped a beat at the photo displayed on your phone screen. There he was. Perfect Professor Pankow. Shirtless. Swim trunks hanging extremely low on his hips. Sculpted chest leading to delicious abs and deep v lines pointing straight to the prize. “Oh god,” you groan to yourself, taking note of how the wet material showed a slight outline of his massive cock.

You spent the rest of the night with your hand in your panties, moaning his name as you brought yourself to countless orgasms. Determined to get more of his attention, you set a plan in motion. You’d play the perfect student, wanting to turn around her failing grade before the semester was over. You immediately drafted an email, asking to make an appointment to meet him during his office hours. Professor Pankow was going to be yours, no matter what it took

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[pankowperfection]

Lessons Learned (Chapter 3)

Summary: the reader gets her first lesson from Professor Pankow. Catch up on the series here

Warnings: smut, slight degradation, dirty talking, fingering, hand job, sort of oral (male receiving), spanking, 18+

“Come in.” His husky voice makes your walls flutter, palms sweaty as you slowly twist the knob and push the door open. Your eyes scan over the cozy space, soft lighting from a lamp on his desk casting a golden glow over the room. He has a large velvet couch pushed up against one wall, framed by bookshelves on either side, surely lined with his favorite classics. In the corner is his desk, large and made of natural wood, cluttered with essays waiting for him to grade.

When you finally meet his gaze he’s smirking, having been watching the expressions flutter across your face as you analyze his office. “Ah, Ms. Y/L/N. What can I do for you?” He somehow looks even more handsome than usual, dark gray suit with the jacket removed, tie undone and long forgotten. The blue pattern on his shirt makes his eyes even more inviting, almost making you forget why you’d made this appointment to begin with. He straightens his back, leaning his chin onto his hands and nodding for you to take a seat in the plush chair to the right of him. 

“Well, I wanted to discuss my midterm grade.” 

He chuckles softly, trying to hold in his laughter as he thinks you’re joking. “I’d hate for you to fail my class sweetheart, but at this point I’m not sure what can be done.”

You scoot your chair over slightly, deciding to be bold and place your hand on his knee. He swallows thickly, fire burning in his eyes as you start to ghost your hand towards the crotch of his pants. “Professor Pankow, isn’t there ANYTHING I can do?” You look up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you finally feel the zipper of his pants beneath the pads of your fingers. 

He closes his eyes, grip tight on the side of his chair as he battles with himself internally. You wrap your hand around his cock, sucking in a gasp at his size and how hard he is already. Pressing down slightly you start to move your hand, massaging his length through the thin layer of his slacks. He moans and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, pulses of electricity going straight to your clit and soaking your poor lace panties. 

Before you have time to process he’s grabbed a hold of your wrist, yanking you to your feet. He presses your arm behind your back and bends you over his desk, effectively immobilizing you when he kicks your legs apart. His hand ghosts up the back of your thigh, cool rings making goosebumps spread in their wake. Suddenly his hand dips lower, brushing over your ruined panties. “Tell me sweetheart, has anyone else ever made you this wet?”

You shake your head no, unable to form words as his light caresses bring you more pleasure than you had ever brought yourself, let alone the other guys you’d fooled around with.  The surprise of his hand colliding harshly with your ass makes you attempt to buck up, tears welling in your eyes at the sting. His body looms over yours as he brushes the hair back from your ear. “When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer. Understand?” His tongue traces the shell of your ear and you shiver, stuttering out a “yes sir” that makes him smirk behind you. 

“Good girl,” he coos, dominant hand returning between your thighs before pulling your panties to the side. You try to hold in the moans as he starts dragging his fingers through your soaked folds, hips desperately searching for more friction every time he gets near your clit. “Time for your first lesson. I’m gonna make you fall apart on my fingers, and you better keep quiet. I don’t want to be interrupted.” 

With no further warning he thrusts two fingers inside, only a small gasp escaping at the intrusion. He starts slow, taking his time to let you feel every ridge of his knuckles and rings when he pushes in and out of you. Your labored breathing fills the room, wet sucking sounds of your arousal joining in on the erotic symphony. Your hips start to rock to meet him, seeking further stimulation you know you need to bring you to that edge. “Such a greedy girl,” he mocks, adding his thumb to the mix as he starts to toy with your clit. 

“Professor, please,” you beg, desperate for him to move faster. To your surprise he obliges, starting to curl his fingers just right to stroke your g spot while picking up his speed. He finally lets your wrist go, free hand reaching around your body to free your breasts. He pinches your nipple roughly, twisting and flicking it until it's stiff and sore before repeating the action on the other side. “Shit, feels so good.”

He chuckles behind you, rubbing your clit faster and making you see stars. “I know sweetheart. Let go for me, want you to soak my hand.” The eroticism of it all is too much to handle. He clamps his hand over your mouth at the last second, muffling your screams as you clench around his fingers. He works you through it, easing up slightly when you start to show signs of overstimulation.  The warmth from his body disappears after he pulls your panties back into place, causing you to turn around and face him.

You weren’t prepared to see him sitting in his chair, slacks and boxers pulled down. His thick cock is resting against his abs, tip angry and leaking. When you meet his gaze he brings the hand that was just pleasing you up to his face, slowly licking each finger clean. The image is so hot you could cum again just from watching him. You’re certain your mouth is hanging open, jaw on the floor at just how fucking sexy he is without even trying. 

“Shut your mouth before I put it to work. Sit on your knees between my legs.” You scramble to do as instructed, sinking down onto the plush carpet and coming face to face with his erection. You place your hands on his thighs, feeling the thick muscle while waiting for his next instruction. He has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, drool pooling in your mouth at the thought of getting to taste him. 

“Spit on the tip, then give me your hand.” You lean forward slightly, letting your saliva drop down, watching his face contort into something harder when your face comes close to his cock. As the spit dribbles down you place your hand in his, gasping when he wraps your palm around the base of his length. His grip over your hand is firm, moving your hand how he wants. “Just like that, keep your grip tight.”

After a few seconds he lets go, lust filled eyes trained on you as you start to stroke him faster. You tease your thumb over his slit when you reach the tip, curses falling from his lips at the sensation. Taking initiative you bring your free hand up to his balls, cupping them softly and starting to massage them. “Jesus christ, you’re killing me y/n.” You grin in victory, so turned on to be bringing him pleasure. 

“Look at me sweetheart,” he commands. You tear your eyes away from his cock, taking in the flush in his cheeks and how fire dances in his eyes. “Tell me you want me to cum, ask nicely.” His commanding tone only spurs you on, desperate to see him fall apart at your hands. 

“Please cum for me Professor Pankow. I want it so bad.” He groans at your submission, balls tightening in your hand and cock starting to jerk. You take him by surprise, placing the tip in your mouth to catch his cum. You moan at the taste, greedily swallowing every drop and licking him clean, loving the weight of him against your tongue. He ruins your fun, grabbing ahold of your hair and pulling you off.

“Holy shit,” he pants, struggling to return his breathing to normal. You push yourself up to your feet, sitting down on the edge of his desk and watching closely as he fixes his clothes. 

“Your grade is now a D rather than an F. You come to my office hours every Thursday, wear a skirt and no panties. Don’t tell anyone about what goes on here, I’m not losing my job over this. Oh and don’t even think about fucking around with anyone else. You’re mine now. Do you understand?”

Your heart races in your chest, excited at all the possibilities before you. “Yes Professor, see you in class tomorrow.” 

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