𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

art of seduction

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

Professor Anderson starts walking around the classroom handing some papers back that we turned in a couple weeks ago.

When he stops by my desk he clears his throat and hands me my paper back faced down, which is never a good thing. As soon as he leaves I turn it over and furrow my brows at the big fat F labeled at the top in red pen. At the bottom, he's made a note that says,
"see me".

This class has been a pain in the ass ever since I started it. Maybe most of it is my fault, and if I spent more time listening to Anderson rather than checking him out during his lectures I would've done better. It's not my fault, I feel like he stares at me too. Or maybe it's just me fantasizing things again.

As the hour dreadfully passes by, soon the room is emptied with students gathering their books and leaving out the door for the day. I, on the other hand, head towards Anderson knowing that he's expecting me. He finishes addressing another student before finally turning towards me.

"Leila, you've been struggling quite a bit lately." He says and I sigh.

"I just don't understand some topics."

"Walk with me, let's discuss this in my office." He says and I swallow before following him out of the classroom and down the hall towards the line of offices that belong to different professors. His door is the last at the end of the hall, with his name on the front. He opens it for me and I thank him before entering.

Inside there's a large cherrywood desk, a leather chair, and a couple of couches here and there which I'm guessing the students take advantage of. He has some awards and achievements hung on the wall behind his desk and a file cabinet filled with student records. Last but not least, I spot a picture of him alongside a blonde woman. They're both smiling and they seem to be at some tropical getaway. I'm assuming she's a wife or girlfriend.

"Pull up a chair. I'll try to breakdown some things so you can understand them better." He says and I nod before scooting next to him and laying my papers out on the desk. I catch him getting a glimpse of my cleavage when I bend down to pick up my pencil but he quickly looks away. "So this whole chapter we discussed in class. Cognitive behaviors were mentioned in the beginning." He opens up the textbook while loosening his tie a bit and I bite my lip.

Am I making him nervous? Or is my choice in clothing turning him on? I might have worn a low cut t-shirt and a small mini skirt just for him. And maybe I purposely forgot to wear a bra too. This could be the art of seduction talking.

I stand up to reach the cup filled with pens and pencils to grab a highlighter and open it real slow with my teeth. I then lean over enough so that our thighs are touching and I can feel the heat from his body. "What about this sentence in the second paragraph?" I ask him and he clears his throat.

"Uh- Yes this is where Freud discusses the processing and production of memories." He avoids my eyes now, and I can tell I'm making him uncomfortable in a good way. He turns to face me but stops when he realizes my face is inches away from his. "Leila"-

"Shh..." I giggle and hold a manicured finger to his lips. I graze my nails down his neck liking the way it feels. His breathing picks up and he begins to stand but I sit him back down. "What's the matter?" I ask him with innocent eyes.

"This is highly inappropriate." He says lowly and I get up from my chair to straddle him. The feeling of his hard dick against my drenched panties makes me moan at the unbearable sensation.

"Then why don't you stop me?" I whisper in his ear before nibbling at the edge. He doesn't move instead he grips my hips urges me to dry hump him again. I giggle and do as he says until we're both moaning. "Oh fuck, professor. I want you inside of me." I whimper and I think that drives him over the edge. He unzips his pants and tugs at my white lace panties before thrusting inside of me. He fills me so deep that I can't seem to breathe properly. He grabs me by my thighs and lays me on his desk after throwing a bunch of papers to the floor recklessly.

"God, you're so wet and tight. Just how I like it." He grunts before fucking me raw on the table until I'm a mess. He sucks on my nipples while hitting my g spot and I can't help but scream when I finally come. He pounds into me so relentlessly like he never wants it to end and I love it. When he finally closes his eyes and comes inside of me I shiver at the warm feeling.

"Leila?" Anderson's voice brings me out of my vivid imagination and my breath hitches in my throat at how bad I want him right now.

"Y-Yes?" I answer.

"I asked if you understand it better now?" He smiles and I nod. My face feels hot and I know I need to go home and rub this pain out before I go crazy.

"Yeah. Much better. Thanks." I say quickly before gathering my books and rushing out of his office like a lunatic.