"Excuse you?" My breath hitched in my own face, my Professors eyes staring deeply into mine as his face was inches away from my own. He glanced at my lips for a second, "You heard me." His voice was something I'd never get tired of, his brown curls nearly touching my forehead. "Are you, or are you not, willing to be a Whore for me?" - This story contains mature content and is about a student x Professor relationship. She is of legal age.