My College Professor
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An Older College Student Persues Her Professor free porn video
Six months ago, you walked into my classroom, clearly with something on your mind. I’ve seen many students like you over the last few years. The economy tanked, your job just isn’t going anywhere. You’ve returned to community college after a few years away. Older, wiser. You’re around 27 or 28. Living on your own. You’ve got a boyfriend that you’re not too serious about and feel like life is going nowhere fast. Your only hope at this point is getting these classes done and getting a degree that you can open a few doors with.
After the class, you approach me and tell me you have a problem. You know the syllabus only allows for two days missed in this semester, and you’ve already missed them six weeks ago when your car broke down. You’ve replaced the car, but now you are worried you’re going to miss the next class.
I don’t like giving leniency on missed days, especially with the end of the semester coming in a couple weeks. But, you’ve only missed those two days, and it’s not like you blew the class off. It’s community college. People don’t live on campus and times are tougher than they once were. I’m a little more sympathetic, but still worried about you missing one more day.
I tell you as long as it’s the last day you miss, I won’t automatically fail you. I do stress how quick the end of the semester is coming and worry you’re going to miss something quite important for the Final. I ask if you have a friend in the class who can give you the notes and tutor you. You don’t. I stress it again. Your grade isn’t that high. This missed day could really hurt you - you understand that? There has to be someone who can help you with the material you’ll miss.
Then you ask if I can just do it. You want to come by in a free time or meet at a coffee shop, something where I can go over it privately with you. I reluctantly agree. Technically, I’m not supposed to tutor anyone away from class...a power struggle between the union and the college. I’d rather see my students who want to succeed pass than worry about not getting paid for the occasional time I offer help to someone.
We agreed to meet at a restaurant around 6pm on Thursday. I arrived ahead of you, pulled out my laptop, ordered a beer, and waited. You got there just before 6. You found me, saw my beer and decided to order a glass of wine. It was strange to see you out of our morning class. You always had your hair in a ponytail, and fairly nice casual, but comfortable clothing. That night your hair was down, you’ve put on some light, natural looking make-up and had on a button down blouse that was open to reveal an inch of cleavage, heels, and a skirt that went about halfway down your thigh. I imagined you were coming in from work. Your looks had caught my attention before, but I had to work pretty hard that night to keep everything professional.
I went over my lecture that you missed, gave you the same opportunity for questions everyone else in the class had and put away my computer. You finished up your notes and put them away as well. We each had about a half of our 2nd drink remaining and we had a little conversation for about 15 minutes. I learned about where you grew up (small town west of here), your current boyfriend (and how he isn’t “the one”), your favorite sports teams (big hockey fan), and how you ended up leaving school and why you’re now back. I shared some of the same information about myself. Our checks came and we paid (you wanted to pay mine for the trouble, but I told you I couldn’t let one of my students do that).
You finished up the semester and passed the final without any trouble. You thanked me one more time in an e mail after the class was over for being so understanding, and that was the last I’d heard of you.
Until the other day.
I was walking toward my classroom when you stopped me. It was the last week of school for the spring and you had just taken your last final. I asked how you were and you were excited to be done. You had all of your credits from here and were going to start taking undergrad classes online.
You suggested I should let you buy me a drink now, since you’re not a student anymore. You told me you’d be at the same restaurant on Saturday at 8. I smiled, said maybe I’d be there and headed off to my class. I wasn’t really planning on going, but you say maybe because it’s a pleasant thing to say, you know?
Saturday came and plans I had made were canceled on me. I decided I’d head out to let you buy me that drink after all. I got to the restaurant at 8:15 and was surprised to find you alone. You were dressed up again, but this time the heels were a little higher, the skirt a little shorter and the reveal of the cleavage a little deeper. You smiled a welcoming smile when you saw me approach. I asked if your friends were running late. You told me no one is coming, but didn’t want to not be here if I showed up. Fair enough I suppose, but now I felt a little bad for my initial plans of not coming.
I order a beer and we get to talking. one becomes two, two become four and it’s midnight just like that. So here were are, midnight at the restaurant bar. Our conversation has been terrific tonight. Five months removed from our first time here and it seems like it was a lifetime away. You stare at your wine glass a minute and offer up a confession. You tell me you were never meeting friends here tonight. You were just making it seem that way as a stab to get me out.
I know the four glasses of wine are allowing you to confess to me as you go on: You tell me there was always something about me when I taught the class. You were panicking about missing that additional day and my relaxed attitude and willingness to help you out made you fall for me. You purposely dressed up for me that night, just to see if I noticed you.
I tell you I did notice you, but really didn’t want to come off as creepy so I did everything I could to not stare down your shirt or anything. Just then you started to touch your foot to my leg. I wasn’t drunk, but the four beers were giving me some pretty good confidence right now, I asked you if you wanted to get out of here. You tried to be flirty, saying your place or mine, but then just burst out laughing from how silly it sounded.
I paid the tab (and you still owe me one) and I offered to drive to your place. Turns out you live only a few blocks away, so we walked. A modest little townhome in a decent neighborhood. You’d broken up with Mr. “not the one” a month ago, so there was no worry about anyone coming by. You let us in and close the door. I kicked off my shoes by the door and followed you. I decided to get a little playful and grab your waist for a tickle. You screamed from being startled then giggles and shushed me and said you have neighbors. That made me take one more grab at your waist (couldn’t help myself). This time I pulled you to me and kissed you on the lips. You passionately kissed back and I ran my hands up and down your back. Within seconds you were letting out little moans.
I reached down to your ass and gave it a squeeze. It was firm in my hand, you leaned into me and started to kiss at my neck. I start to untuck your shirt from your skirt. I then unbutton it until I can lift it over your head. I then unclasped your bra and reveal your breasts to me. They’re as perfect as I had envisioned. a 34C with perfectly pink nipples, both clearly showing how excited you are at the moment.
I made my way down your body with my mouth: your neck, your breasts, your nipples, your tummy. I undo your skirt and it falls to your feet. I grabbed your panties at your hips and pulled them down, brushing my hands on the outsides of your smooth, soft legs. Your pussy was inches from my face, a soft, light and trimmed bush points between your legs. As I stood, I placed one hand on your back, the other I used to feel you. I slid my hand down your bush, and reached for your pussy lips. You were moist from the excitement. I touched your clit lightly with my fingers and you moaned again. You pressed down onto my hand and leaned into my arm at your back.
You lead me to your bedroom. You left the lights off, but lit candles around the room while I took off my clothing and got on the bed. I laid on my back, you made your way to the bed and climbed on me, straddling my abs. You leaned forward and kissed me. We made out like teenagers, groping and writhing, touching each other with no clothing or boundaries getting in the way of our pursuits.
You slid down and grabbed my cock. I was almost fully erect, but it became stiff as a board when you grabbed hold and started to stroke. You brought your lips to it and kissed at the tip, then licked my shaft, and then took me in your mouth. You moved up and down on me, sometimes with little movement and sometimes deep throating where I could feel the softness of your throat with the tip of my dick. I was getting close to the edge, it was so hot. I told you I was getting close, but you kept going, moaning more as you took me even faster and deeper. That was it, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I erupted in your mouth, you kept stroking and sucked it all out. You just caught it all, moans turned to giggles and you came up from air after I was done. You got a towel from nearby, wiped me off, and told me to stay put.
You left the room and came back with a couple bottles of beer. I thanked you (and not just for the beer). I got the sense you were having actual fun and you hadn’t really had so much fun in quite a while. You cuddled up next to me and took another swig. I followed and set my beer on the nightstand. We talked and touched a little more, moving our hands up and down each others bodies, just enjoying each other’s company in the moment.
I found your ticklish spots at your waist, your knee, your inner thigh. Each place I playfully touched you’d shriek, then giggle, then playfully hit me and tell me to stop. The touching was getting you worked up again, as evident by your hardening nipples. I took your beer and set it next to mine. Put you on your back and took your nipple in my mouth. I squeezed your other tit and the moans returned. I played with your nipples with my tongue, teeth and hands and you started to pull your legs together and squirm.
I licked down your tummy again, past your belly button and over your bush as you spread your legs for me. You were wet with anticipation and your clit had been swelling, wanting to be touched. I moved the tip of my tongue around it, flicking at it and licking you then I started to nibble at it, probing your hole with my tongue. The tip of my nose was touching your bush, your hands were in my hair, my mouth was kissing these lips and my tongue was tasting your sweet juices.
You let out an “oh, God” and I knew I had found a nice spot to work on you. I kept going and you pulled on my hair. Your moans turned louder and louder. You became more and more vocal as you writhed beneath my face. It was all so hot I was starting to become hard again. You let out another series of moans, then said “oh, yes, don’t stop!” I had no plans on stopping. I’d found a sweet spot on your clit and was going to work it til you came for me. A couple more shouts of “oh, God” and “oh, yes!” and you did.
You put your hands on my shoulders and pulled toward you. I was hard again and moved back up to be face to face with you. I moved my dick to your pussy, and was easily able to slide in with your juices flowing. “Fuck me, oh, fuck me hard!” you exclaimed. I did, in and out of you deep and hard. I pulled back, turned you over and we got on our knees. I brought your ass to me and smacked your butt cheek. You moaned from the spanking so I did it again and again. I took you doggy style, and grabbed a handful of your hair.
Having cum once already, I was able to last a while this time. I started feeling like we were going to do every position. We bopped all around your bed in so many ways. Missionary, legs around me, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. Finally, I felt the urge coming on again to release my cum. “I’m going to cum again” I told you. You hopped off of me, got under me and stroked me quickly while looking at me with the lust of the night in your eyes. I shot hard, putting my warm cum all on your chest and tits. You milked it all out of me again. I fell back on to the bed and you cleaned yourself off.
You climbed back into the bed with me. Daylight was starting to creep into the blinds. “I’m going to have to consider tutoring students more often...if this is the result!” I joked. You laughed.
We just laid there again, holding each other and talking until eventually we fell asleep.
After the class, you approach me and tell me you have a problem. You know the syllabus only allows for two days missed in this semester, and you’ve already missed them six weeks ago when your car broke down. You’ve replaced the car, but now you are worried you’re going to miss the next class.
I don’t like giving leniency on missed days, especially with the end of the semester coming in a couple weeks. But, you’ve only missed those two days, and it’s not like you blew the class off. It’s community college. People don’t live on campus and times are tougher than they once were. I’m a little more sympathetic, but still worried about you missing one more day.
I tell you as long as it’s the last day you miss, I won’t automatically fail you. I do stress how quick the end of the semester is coming and worry you’re going to miss something quite important for the Final. I ask if you have a friend in the class who can give you the notes and tutor you. You don’t. I stress it again. Your grade isn’t that high. This missed day could really hurt you - you understand that? There has to be someone who can help you with the material you’ll miss.
Then you ask if I can just do it. You want to come by in a free time or meet at a coffee shop, something where I can go over it privately with you. I reluctantly agree. Technically, I’m not supposed to tutor anyone away from class...a power struggle between the union and the college. I’d rather see my students who want to succeed pass than worry about not getting paid for the occasional time I offer help to someone.
We agreed to meet at a restaurant around 6pm on Thursday. I arrived ahead of you, pulled out my laptop, ordered a beer, and waited. You got there just before 6. You found me, saw my beer and decided to order a glass of wine. It was strange to see you out of our morning class. You always had your hair in a ponytail, and fairly nice casual, but comfortable clothing. That night your hair was down, you’ve put on some light, natural looking make-up and had on a button down blouse that was open to reveal an inch of cleavage, heels, and a skirt that went about halfway down your thigh. I imagined you were coming in from work. Your looks had caught my attention before, but I had to work pretty hard that night to keep everything professional.
I went over my lecture that you missed, gave you the same opportunity for questions everyone else in the class had and put away my computer. You finished up your notes and put them away as well. We each had about a half of our 2nd drink remaining and we had a little conversation for about 15 minutes. I learned about where you grew up (small town west of here), your current boyfriend (and how he isn’t “the one”), your favorite sports teams (big hockey fan), and how you ended up leaving school and why you’re now back. I shared some of the same information about myself. Our checks came and we paid (you wanted to pay mine for the trouble, but I told you I couldn’t let one of my students do that).
You finished up the semester and passed the final without any trouble. You thanked me one more time in an e mail after the class was over for being so understanding, and that was the last I’d heard of you.
Until the other day.
I was walking toward my classroom when you stopped me. It was the last week of school for the spring and you had just taken your last final. I asked how you were and you were excited to be done. You had all of your credits from here and were going to start taking undergrad classes online.
You suggested I should let you buy me a drink now, since you’re not a student anymore. You told me you’d be at the same restaurant on Saturday at 8. I smiled, said maybe I’d be there and headed off to my class. I wasn’t really planning on going, but you say maybe because it’s a pleasant thing to say, you know?
Saturday came and plans I had made were canceled on me. I decided I’d head out to let you buy me that drink after all. I got to the restaurant at 8:15 and was surprised to find you alone. You were dressed up again, but this time the heels were a little higher, the skirt a little shorter and the reveal of the cleavage a little deeper. You smiled a welcoming smile when you saw me approach. I asked if your friends were running late. You told me no one is coming, but didn’t want to not be here if I showed up. Fair enough I suppose, but now I felt a little bad for my initial plans of not coming.
I order a beer and we get to talking. one becomes two, two become four and it’s midnight just like that. So here were are, midnight at the restaurant bar. Our conversation has been terrific tonight. Five months removed from our first time here and it seems like it was a lifetime away. You stare at your wine glass a minute and offer up a confession. You tell me you were never meeting friends here tonight. You were just making it seem that way as a stab to get me out.
I know the four glasses of wine are allowing you to confess to me as you go on: You tell me there was always something about me when I taught the class. You were panicking about missing that additional day and my relaxed attitude and willingness to help you out made you fall for me. You purposely dressed up for me that night, just to see if I noticed you.
I tell you I did notice you, but really didn’t want to come off as creepy so I did everything I could to not stare down your shirt or anything. Just then you started to touch your foot to my leg. I wasn’t drunk, but the four beers were giving me some pretty good confidence right now, I asked you if you wanted to get out of here. You tried to be flirty, saying your place or mine, but then just burst out laughing from how silly it sounded.
I paid the tab (and you still owe me one) and I offered to drive to your place. Turns out you live only a few blocks away, so we walked. A modest little townhome in a decent neighborhood. You’d broken up with Mr. “not the one” a month ago, so there was no worry about anyone coming by. You let us in and close the door. I kicked off my shoes by the door and followed you. I decided to get a little playful and grab your waist for a tickle. You screamed from being startled then giggles and shushed me and said you have neighbors. That made me take one more grab at your waist (couldn’t help myself). This time I pulled you to me and kissed you on the lips. You passionately kissed back and I ran my hands up and down your back. Within seconds you were letting out little moans.
I reached down to your ass and gave it a squeeze. It was firm in my hand, you leaned into me and started to kiss at my neck. I start to untuck your shirt from your skirt. I then unbutton it until I can lift it over your head. I then unclasped your bra and reveal your breasts to me. They’re as perfect as I had envisioned. a 34C with perfectly pink nipples, both clearly showing how excited you are at the moment.
I made my way down your body with my mouth: your neck, your breasts, your nipples, your tummy. I undo your skirt and it falls to your feet. I grabbed your panties at your hips and pulled them down, brushing my hands on the outsides of your smooth, soft legs. Your pussy was inches from my face, a soft, light and trimmed bush points between your legs. As I stood, I placed one hand on your back, the other I used to feel you. I slid my hand down your bush, and reached for your pussy lips. You were moist from the excitement. I touched your clit lightly with my fingers and you moaned again. You pressed down onto my hand and leaned into my arm at your back.
You lead me to your bedroom. You left the lights off, but lit candles around the room while I took off my clothing and got on the bed. I laid on my back, you made your way to the bed and climbed on me, straddling my abs. You leaned forward and kissed me. We made out like teenagers, groping and writhing, touching each other with no clothing or boundaries getting in the way of our pursuits.
You slid down and grabbed my cock. I was almost fully erect, but it became stiff as a board when you grabbed hold and started to stroke. You brought your lips to it and kissed at the tip, then licked my shaft, and then took me in your mouth. You moved up and down on me, sometimes with little movement and sometimes deep throating where I could feel the softness of your throat with the tip of my dick. I was getting close to the edge, it was so hot. I told you I was getting close, but you kept going, moaning more as you took me even faster and deeper. That was it, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I erupted in your mouth, you kept stroking and sucked it all out. You just caught it all, moans turned to giggles and you came up from air after I was done. You got a towel from nearby, wiped me off, and told me to stay put.
You left the room and came back with a couple bottles of beer. I thanked you (and not just for the beer). I got the sense you were having actual fun and you hadn’t really had so much fun in quite a while. You cuddled up next to me and took another swig. I followed and set my beer on the nightstand. We talked and touched a little more, moving our hands up and down each others bodies, just enjoying each other’s company in the moment.
I found your ticklish spots at your waist, your knee, your inner thigh. Each place I playfully touched you’d shriek, then giggle, then playfully hit me and tell me to stop. The touching was getting you worked up again, as evident by your hardening nipples. I took your beer and set it next to mine. Put you on your back and took your nipple in my mouth. I squeezed your other tit and the moans returned. I played with your nipples with my tongue, teeth and hands and you started to pull your legs together and squirm.
I licked down your tummy again, past your belly button and over your bush as you spread your legs for me. You were wet with anticipation and your clit had been swelling, wanting to be touched. I moved the tip of my tongue around it, flicking at it and licking you then I started to nibble at it, probing your hole with my tongue. The tip of my nose was touching your bush, your hands were in my hair, my mouth was kissing these lips and my tongue was tasting your sweet juices.
You let out an “oh, God” and I knew I had found a nice spot to work on you. I kept going and you pulled on my hair. Your moans turned louder and louder. You became more and more vocal as you writhed beneath my face. It was all so hot I was starting to become hard again. You let out another series of moans, then said “oh, yes, don’t stop!” I had no plans on stopping. I’d found a sweet spot on your clit and was going to work it til you came for me. A couple more shouts of “oh, God” and “oh, yes!” and you did.
You put your hands on my shoulders and pulled toward you. I was hard again and moved back up to be face to face with you. I moved my dick to your pussy, and was easily able to slide in with your juices flowing. “Fuck me, oh, fuck me hard!” you exclaimed. I did, in and out of you deep and hard. I pulled back, turned you over and we got on our knees. I brought your ass to me and smacked your butt cheek. You moaned from the spanking so I did it again and again. I took you doggy style, and grabbed a handful of your hair.
Having cum once already, I was able to last a while this time. I started feeling like we were going to do every position. We bopped all around your bed in so many ways. Missionary, legs around me, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. Finally, I felt the urge coming on again to release my cum. “I’m going to cum again” I told you. You hopped off of me, got under me and stroked me quickly while looking at me with the lust of the night in your eyes. I shot hard, putting my warm cum all on your chest and tits. You milked it all out of me again. I fell back on to the bed and you cleaned yourself off.
You climbed back into the bed with me. Daylight was starting to creep into the blinds. “I’m going to have to consider tutoring students more often...if this is the result!” I joked. You laughed.
We just laid there again, holding each other and talking until eventually we fell asleep.
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