See Me After Class
~See Me After Class~
Finals at the end of the year were always stressful, but this particular class had taken the cake for me. Professor Dadday was hard in every way possible, good and bad. His physique, his demeanor, his language, his reprimands, everything; but the masochist in me loved it. He was in his mid to late 40s, but you wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at him.
His class was supposed to be just a class I could get an extra credit I needed before finally graduating from four years of hell. This class was a gift and a curse all on its own. I enjoyed coming to class because not only was he easy on the eyes, but I really learned a few things I knew I would need before being fully ejected into the world as a “functioning adult”.
My problem was it seemed Professor Dadday targeted me from day one and I couldn’t understand why. It ranged anywhere from my choice of clothing, my viewpoints that differ from his to something as simple as me forgetting a pen. One day earlier in the semester, I decided to mess with him.
I arrived in class early and picked a seat up front. I wore my preppiest outfit I could find, a khaki skirt, a polo shirt, and a pair of tan boat shoes. I could tell he was caught off guard on the fact that I was there before everyone else, “How nice to see you, Ms. Roberts,” he said in a smooth baritone.
I smiled sharply at him, “I wanted to change your mind about me.”
Everyone started piling in, one by one as the class started, and as he was doing roll call for attendance, I scoot down a little in my chair and move my legs wide open, for only him to see. Right as he called my name, he looked in my direction and saw the very gift I had only for him.
“Pen-,” he stammers as he chokes and loosens his tie, “Penelope Roberts?”
I reply, “Present,” as I stick the cap to my pen in my mouth. He subtly readjusts himself and continues with the lesson.
I had been doing this once a week to take some of that power back and sadly, I knew it was coming to an end. I walked into his classroom with my head held high, ready to ace this final; as he was passing the tests out, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Ms. Roberts, see me after class.”
Hearing those words made my heart drop into my stomach. I gulped, looked at him from underneath my eyelashes, and nodded. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I saw him trying to hide a devilish smirk while adjusting himself once more. “I should’ve worn my miniskirt today,” I thought to myself.
A grueling two hours later, I finally look up from my test to see that everyone had already left and the only two last standing was Professor Dadday and myself. I get up from my desk, walk-in his direction, and try my hardest to steel my nerves, “You wanted to see me after my test, Professor Dadday?”
He doesn’t even bother to look up from the article he’s reading on his phone, “Ah yes, Ms. Roberts,” he emphasizes my name as though it’s poison. He gestures towards a chair, “please have a seat so that we can discuss your -- discrepancies.”
Confused, “I’m sorry, ‘discrepancies’? I’m not sure what you mean. I’ve been nothing but a pure angel in this class.” Instead of sitting, I stand folding my arms across my chest out of sheer defiance.
He sits back in his chair and finally makes eye contact with me. I’m equal parts terrified and turned on by this man. “‘Pure angel’ you say? Would an angel show up to class with miniskirts and flash me every chance she got?”
Startled, I bite my lip and blush, “I-,” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, “I don’t know what you mean!”
“Right,” he quirks his eyebrow, “are you going to be defiant until the very end?”
“Defiant, sir?”
His pupils dilate at the word “sir”, “Don’t play games with me, Penelope. You are no longer my student and I might have to show you what I do to people who play games.”
Intrigued, “Oh? And what exactly is that Sean?” I knew I was treading on thin ice by calling this man by his first name, but I had had enough. Since we were now equals, I wanted to let him know I no longer viewed him as a mentor or someone above me.
He steeples his fingers across his chest, “‘Sean’....so you think we’re equal?”
“I KNOW we’re equal,” I knew I was poking the beast but I didn’t care, grades be damned.
Before I could even finish my sentence, he moved so quickly and I found him standing over me, with his hand at my throat, applying a little pressure, “It seems I see differently, Penelope. If you don’t want your skirt up around your waist, my cock in your cunt, and my fingers around your throat, I suggest you be quiet and walk out of here right now.”
My breathing hitches and my pussy gushes at the very thought of his threats, “I say you’re all talk Sean.”
One moment, we’re standing chest to chest with one another, and the next thing I know, I found myself laid down on the table at the front of the class, with my skirt up around my waist. Professor Dadday looking down on me like I was a delectable morsel that he was about to devour.
Licking his lips, and quirking his eyebrow, “Still think we’re equal Ms. Roberts?”
A little disoriented from how fast he moved, I reply, “Absolutely.” My better senses were telling me that I was poking a bear but I didn’t care. He snatched the silk tie off of his neck and wrapped it around my wrists and anchored it on one of the desk legs.
Standing over me once again, he lays his heavy palm on my sternum, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? At my mercy?”
He looks down at me, with a hunger in his eyes that I had never seen before, “No. I don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
“Oh, I intend to,” he taunts, “first, thing is first though.”
He walks towards my feet and shreds my panties into pieces, “Uh-”
Before I can even get a word out, he stuffs the remnants of my panties in my mouth. He keeps his hand over my mouth and I taste my essence off of the material that’s blocking me from saying anything.
“Ah, that’s more like it,” he says as he looks down, surveying every peak and valley my body has. “So that you won’t rudely interrupt me, that’s where your panties will stay until we’re done, then they’re coming with me.”
“Mm. Mmmf nnnnn hmmm,” I mumble.
His only response is him rolling up his sleeves and licking his lips. I feel the cold air of the room brushing my most intimate parts and I rub my knees together to try and keep my modesty and alleviate some of the pressure that’s building at my core. He looks down the length of my body and chides me softly, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Penelope tried to lure and trap a wolf, only to be trapped herself. Tell me, do you not think I’ve been waiting on my opportunity? You have been the biggest inconvenience of my career.”
He took them out of my mouth for me to answer, “If I was such an inconvenience, why didn’t you just transfer me out of your class?”
He quirks an eyebrow high into his hairline, “Because then I wouldn’t have access to you. The only reason you’ve been an inconvenience to me this term is because of ethics. There were so many times I wanted to bend you over this desk and fuck you in front of everyone, just to let these little boys know that they wouldn’t be able to satisfy you like I would.”
I squirm, even more, trying to make this delicious torture go away, “Is that right, Sean? Is that what you’re doing? Showing me how a REAL man satisfies a woman?” I take a look down at his tented tan trousers and bite my lip.
He moves my legs shoulder-width apart and placed my feet firmly on top of the desk, “I’ll give it to you Penelope, you’re defiant to the very end, but I don’t think you will be for long,” he unbuttons the cuffs of his crisp yellow button-down shirt and proceeds to roll his sleeves up.
I hadn’t noticed before how unbelievably fit he was for a seasoned man, but looking at how cut his decorated forearms were with sinewy muscle and tattoos, let me know I knew nothing about him outside of this classroom.
He slowly drags a finger from my ankle up to the inside of my knee and I resist the urge to squirm. A trail of goosebumps from where he touched me raised, my nipples perked up and announced themselves to him, front and center.
He gives me another wolfish grin, “Are you cold Penelope? Or is it something else?”
Feeling rather bratty, I decide not to answer his question and just give him a hard stare. He chuckles, mainly to himself; he proceeds to draw tiny circles around my bare bikini line, teasing my folds, increasing the pressure on my clit. I whimper at him, pleading with my eyes for him to put me out of my misery.
He moves his hands off of me and walks towards my head while unzipping his pants. He pulls himself out and his cock looks like every woman’s dream, the girth of a cucumber, and the length of a god. I widen my eyes in astonishment as he begins to stroke himself and lightly taps my mouth to open.
I refuse him at first, always trying to be the defiant brat, and then he hardens his gaze on me, “Open Penelope.”
I slowly open my mouth wide and then stick my tongue out to touch my chin. He drags me to the edge of the desk so that my head is hanging off of it. He moves his hips forward as he pinches one of my nipples and I clench. I gag at first unable to take all of him down my throat so he eases back a little for me to catch my breath.
Once he checked to make sure I was okay, he continued with thrusting his hips forward; fucking the back of my throat as he would be fucking my wet pussy, aggressively, angrily, and at full force. I loved every minute of it. The pressure at my core began to rise to unbearable heights and I started rubbing my knees together.
Sean above me noticed and without breaking his stride, he moved the hand that was pinching my nipple down to my hard clit. He only applied light pressure to it, fueling my torture. He knew what he was doing because through my tears of him choking me I could see a small smirk on his face.
He kept fucking my throat for a few moments more and when I felt him swell even more, I began to choke on my spit. He slid out of my mouth and as I was catching my breath, he climbed on top of me and placed himself at my opening. Still wet with my saliva, he spread my legs as far as they could go and slid all the way to the hilt.
“Do. You. Still. Think. We’re. Even. Penelope?” He asked as he punctuated each word with a thrust.
Unable to answer, I simply nodded my head.
He smirks once again, “I thought so.”
He lowers his head and spits on my clit. He proceeds to rub it with the pad of his thumb, still never breaking his stride. I grab the edge of the desk, unable to handle the stimulation of both my clit and my pussy. Drops of sweat dot along his hairline as I see a mix of emotions on his face, the two that are most prominent? Arousal and determination. My walls tighten right before I release my climax. I cover my mouth and scream into my palm for fear of someone coming into the classroom.
Sean slides out and flips me over onto my elbows. He flips my skirt up and grabs me by the waist, “Okay that one was for you, this one will be for me.”
He smacks my ass hard enough that I know is going to leave a mark, I couldn’t help but moan at the sting as he rubs it away. He slams into me with brute force, giving me a pleasurable pain, touching the top of my cervix.
“Fuck, if I knew that you were such a slut for extra credit Penelope, I’d have had you underneath my desk while I’m giving a lecture.”
Trying to catch my breath, “If I would’ve known that you were so hard up to get some pussy, I’d have let you eat it after class.”
Sean growls and swells inside of me, he smacks my ass a few more times. He licks his thumb and rubs my tight rosette. Startled, I clench. “If we had time for me to truly enjoy you, I’d prep you so that I could desecrate all of your holes.”
Once again, I felt the pressure at my core intensifying as though I hadn’t just come. I tighten my walls once and Sean growls, “Behave Penelope.”
He pulls me up by my throat and wraps his hand around it while his other is on my hip, riding me hard. He picks up the pace and I feel him swell once again. The stadium-like classroom was dead silent except for the slaps of our bodies together. Right when I was about to come again, he pulls out and lays me down again.
Frustrated, I groan, “Damn Sean, I’m starting to think that maybe the student will be schooling the teacher.”
“Huh,” he chuckles menacingly, “we’ll see about that.”
He spreads my legs wide in the air, he kneels down and presses his tongue against my sensitive bundle of nerves. He slides his two middle fingers inside of me, palm facing up as he sucking on my clit. Sean curves his fingers inside of me, rubbing that spot on the inside. Paralyzed with pleasure, I squirt all over his face and hands, biting down on my palm to keep from screaming once again.
Sean gets up and with the same hand he made me come with, he begins to stroke himself with his head placed on top of my clit. A few groans and grunts later, he releases all of his essence on my well fucked pussy.
“Too bad I won’t have you next semester,” I tease as I’m readjusting my clothes.
He buttons up his pants and smirks, “Who do you think your mentor is for your internship?”
Right, when he said that, I heard a “whoosh” and my stomach dropped down to my toes, “Wha- What did you say?”
He leans down to grab his briefcase and says, “So I guess you will have me next semester,” he grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger, “and I’m very eager to mentor you.”
He winks, turns around, and leaves out of the classroom.
“Well, I’m fucked.”
