Kamala Harris one shots

The naughty professor

-Julia is G!P in this short story

It was a typical day at college, but for Julia, the tension in the air was palpable. She had been called into detention by her professor, Kamala, a woman who exuded an air of sophistication and power. Julia was known as a good student, she was smart and never skipped her classes, until now. Recently she's been acting out, disrespecting Ms. Harris, not completing assignments etc. but what happened today was no exception, Kamala had enough of her behavior.

As she entered Ms Harris Room, the atmosphere immediately became thick and electric.  Kamala stood at the front of the room, her presence commanding attention. She was a mature woman, her face bearing the signs of experience and a hint of untamed desire. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and her full lips curved into a smile that promised pleasure and pain. She was well aware of the effect she had on Julia, and she intended to use it to her advantage.

"Ah, Miss Julia, so nice of you to join us," Kamala purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "I trust you remember why you are here?"

Julia, A student with defiant attitude, folded her arms across her chest. "How could I forget, Professor? I apparently need to be taught a lesson in respect, according to you." Julia's tone was laced with sarcasm, but beneath it, there was a hint of arousal. She couldn't deny the effect Kamala had on her; it was a mixture of fear and desire that both intrigued and frustrated her.

Kamala slowly walked towards Julia, her hips swaying gently, her eyes never leaving those of her student. "Respect is earned, Julia, and so far, you have shown me none. Perhaps today's detention will remind you of the consequences of your actions."

As she spoke, she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing a lacy red bra that barely contained her ample cleavage. Julia's breath quickened as she took in the sight, her eyes roaming over Kamala's body.

"Now, pay attention, as I will only go over this once," Kamala continued, her voice steady as she began to teach the lesson Julia had missed.

Julia tried to focus on the lesson, but it was difficult with Kamala's sensual movements and the revealing outfit distracting her. Kamala seemed to sense this, and a smirk played on her lips as she deliberately leaned over, giving Julia a full view of her cleavage.

"Are you paying attention, Julia? Or are you more interested in something else?" Kamala asked, her eyes daring Julia to deny the growing hunger between them.

Julia shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar stirring between her legs. "I'm listening, Professor," she lied, her voice huskier than she intended.

Kamala's smile widened, and she took a step closer, her perfume filling Julia's senses. "Good. Because if you don't learn this lesson, there will be consequences. And I think you've had enough of those already, haven't you?"

As Kamala uttered those words, she reached out and gently traced a finger along Julia's jawline, sending shivers down her spine. Julia's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she savored the touch, her body aching for more.

"Now, let's continue, shall we?" Kamala purred, stepping back and running a hand through her hair. "But first, let me just establish the rules for my class."

With each rule Kamala stated, she took a step closer to Julia, her eyes boring into her soul. "Rule number one: You will address me as Professor at all times. Rule number two: You will not speak unless spoken to. Rule number three: You will obey my every command without question."

By the time Kamala finished reciting the rules, she was mere inches away from Julia, her breath tickling her ear. Julia's heart was pounding, and she could feel her dick harden more in her pants.