Damn, Professor

 I didn't know if it was the way he articulated his thoughts or if it was how good he looked in his suits. Either way, I was turned on by the professor. So turned on I needed him inside of me. First day of class was a struggle to not see us fucking on top of his desk.

It was my junior year of college and this was my first time ever seeing Dr.Isaac. When I signed up for African American Studies I expected a black man, but I didn't expect a young, fine ass brotha with a southern accent.

He ended the lesson five minutes early. The students were thrilled. I was thrilled too, of course. I was trying not to laugh out loud at the way my imagination was taking over. This was my five minutes of opportunity, I told myself. I couldn't fuck this up.

I wore a white pleated skirt and my pink cardigan sweater. My sandals heels made my legs a sight to see. Looking real studious, might I add. My black finger waves complimented my brown diamond shaped face. I wore my favorite pussy licking scent ... of course I'm not telling you. Find your own.

I gathered my things and strutted to the front of the class.

"Hey ..Professor Isaac," I said seductively. "I had a few questions about today's lesson and wondered if you had some time to answer them". I batted my lashes.

He closed his laptop bag and adjusted his glasses. "I can answer a few questions Mrs.Hart, wh-"

"Miss Hart ... I'm not married, professor .. or seeing anyone" I interrupted.

He knew damn well he didn't see a ring on my finger. The classroom was filled with silence. I could tell that he was a bit confused by his wrinkled eyebrows.

I cleared my throat, "I guess I'll just look up your office hours"

"Um, well this is my last class of today so if you want to discuss your questions in my office, I have time".

"Sounds good," I tried to play it cool but my kitty was purring.

...

I crossed my legs in the leather chair as he closed the door behind him.

I've never felt so bold .. so compelled to experience a man like this.

I could see a bulge in his pants. I couldn't tell if he was hard or if his dick was just

big. Either way, green flag.

His office was about a quarter of the size of my studio apartment. Athletic trophies and gold metals were surrounded by family photos. I looked over at a faculty portrait of him with a light shining down above it.

A face I would love to sit on.

He cleared his throat, leaning on his file cabinet, "So what questions can I answer for you?"

I took in his 6'2 slim frame, shiny kinky beard, and brown glasses. He had creamy peanut butter skin with freckles. His nose ring complimented his face. He was truly a sight to admire.

"Well first I wanted to tell you that you did such a great job on the panel last night .. and your lecture .. I enjoyed it a lot."

"Well thank you Miss Hart, I really appreciate that," he adjusted his tie.

See Professor Isaac didn't understand how much he turned me on mentally, which turned me on sexually. It's something I don't have the words to explain ... just yet.

I repositioned myself in the chair. The way he was looking at me was making me nervous all of a sudden. His eyes were piercing through my body as if he could sense I was here to get fucked. What if I was making a big mistake and he report my ass for sexual harassment?

"Is that all you came for?" He locked the door.

Oh shit, maybe this is not a mistake ... unless he's a fucking serial killer on the low. Our eyes were locked as he made his way over, loosening his tie.

His fingers trailed my shoulder blade until he reached my neck. He grabbed it and pulled my head back. My pussy was thumping.

"I see the way you look at me Miss Hart." His lips whispered against my ears. I arched my back in the chair. My cleavage was busting out of my pink button down sweater. "I must admit I love what I see too. That shit turns me on."

Oh shit bitch, he feeling me too!

"You real bold Miss Hart," He guided me out of the chair to face him with his hand still around my neck.

I removed his glasses. Damn, he was still fine. I hope he can see though. I ran my fingers through his beard. Soft and kinky.

Damn, I love black men. I used his tie to pull his lips to mine.I planted a soft kiss.

He parted my mouth with his tongue and kissed me passionately. His hand was still around my neck, while he used the other to loosen his belt. I pushed his hand to the side and did the honors myself. I unbuttoned his slacks and got on my knees.

Biting my lips, we locked eyes. Without breaking our gaze, I slid his briefs and slacks down.

His dick was the same color as his skin. A good seven inches.. His head was pink and swole just like my pussy. I kissed his tip before taking the full 7 inches in my mouth.

I stroked his dick with one hand and used the other to play with my pussy. She was wet as fuck.

He tilted his head back and gripped the back of my head and went to work. He fucked the shit out of my face. His dick was sitting at the back of my throat as I massaged his balls.

"Stand up," he managed to say through his moans.

I wiped the sloppy mess from my face and followed instructions.

He picked me up and sat me on top of his desk. Kisses trailed from my lips to thighs. His soft plump lips greeted my pussy lips. Gently sucking my clit, I threw my motherfucking head back.

"Oh shhitt," I whispered. Did he just .. oh yes he did! I grabbed the back of his head and started grinding my pussy on his face when I felt his two fingers playing the guitar. How in the fuck did he know I liked that?

I came .. on his beard. He looked at me with a devilish grin, "bend over"

"Yes sir," I did as I was told.

His fingers glided up my skirt. I threw my neck back on his shoulder. He grabbed my ass. I felt the tip of his head and gasped, gripping his desk. "Damn, Professor .." he felt just as I imagined.

"I love when you wear skirts ...that shit turn me on ", he admitted.

Then this motherfucker just went pounding. Did he forget we were on campus?

I grabbed his free hand and we locked fingers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

"This what you wanted?" He gently bit my ear.

I whimpered, shaking my head yes. His strokes were steady. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath.

"Breathe mama," he sang in my ear.

Oh God.

'I got you"

I whimpered. His voice was such a turn on, shit everything about him.

I felt wetness seep down my leg.

He pulled out on my ass and kissed me down my spine.

"It was everything I imagined," he managed to say in between breaths.

It's no way this man is feeling exactly what I'm feeling. He wiped me up and planted a kiss on my shoulder.

"Mm so you've been fantasizing about me professor .." I smirked.

He bit his bottom lip and looked away.

I liked it. I fantasized about him too .. a lot. I wanted to go another round, but I didn't want to tie up the man's schedule.

Just as I was about to leave his office, he grabbed my hand.

"No-"

"Nobody will know. I hope this isn't our last office meeting professor ..."

Oh, cause I will be back.