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I have been teaching history at a local community college for several years and while I had always heard rumors of professors hooking up with students, usually at the student's request, in order to get a passing grade, I had never even had so much as a flirtatious wink even thrown at me.
A while back, that all changed.
Regina was a college freshman, a very attractive young black student at a mostly all-white college campus, which made her stand out. I noticed very quickly that Regina had a lot of campus friends and no one really seemed to care about the color of her skin, which is something that really warmed my heart.
We talked a lot about slavery and the issues surrounding class cultures and ethnicities in the class. Regina was attentive but quiet, especially when I talked about the intermingling of black slave women with their white slave owners. It was if the subject was taboo, and I could see that it made several students uncomfortable. But history is what it is, and I didn’t care if it made folks uncomfortable or not.
After a very awkward discussion on the subject, Regina approached the podium after the class and asked if she could converse with me in private. I directed her to my office down the hall and told her I would meet her there.
As I stepped into my small office, Regina smiled.
“That was an interesting classroom discussion we had today,” she beamed.
“I hope it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable,” I replied.
“Not at all,” Regina replied, “In fact, it made me feel good. To see an older white man acknowledging the truth about the white man’s dominance over black females really inspires me and I like the way you presented the subject and talked about it.”
“History,” I said, “Is chock-full of real battles and struggles and we should all learn from it.”
I quickly concurred with Regina, as I took up my seat behind the desk in the small office. I asked how I could help her.
Regina nervously fingered a button on her button-down shirt.
“I’m not doing well on the tests,” she nervously disclosed.
I asked if she had the study guides and how she prepared for the tests. She admitted she was not a good study and that even worse, she always seemed to forget things by the time it came to taking the test. I nonchalantly offered to meet with her before the next test, to go over the materials. When I made the offer, it was a sincere one with no ulterior motives in mind.
Regina was ecstatic about my offer, bouncing out of the chair and clasping her hands.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,’ she repeated over and over. I was happy to oblige her request and even more happy to see her reaction.
About a week went by and just before a Friday exam, Regina approached me in a common use hallway.
“Hey professor,” she called out. I turned and immediately recognized her smiling face.
“Is there any chance I can get a tutoring session with you later today?” she asked.
It was her lucky day and mine as well. I had my last class at 3 and told her I was free from 5:00 pm on.
“Do you want to come by my apartment?” she asked. “I only live two blocks from here.”
It was a simplistic offer and one that I could easily accommodate, so I asked her to text me the address and said that I’d be by around 5:30 or so.
As I stepped up the stairs to the second-floor apartment, carrying my note pad, I checked the time. It was exactly five-thirty. I tapped on the door. Regina swung the door open, clad in some very sexy green satin running shorts, and an all-too-tight, form-fitting school t-shirt. She was braless, and her nipples pushed against the cotton fibers of the t-shirt. Her effervescing smile was captivating.
She grabbed my forearm and quickly ushered me into her small apartment, pronouncing her excitement at my arrival.
After grabbing us some colas, she joined me on her couch. All it took was one good whiff of her intoxicating perfume and I was sunk. I was surprised at how close she seated herself to me, but I didn’t complain.
As we chatted about the material that would be on the test, I could tell Regina had developed some type of attraction to me, by the way she kept putting her hand on my leg and enticingly leaning into me, to whisper, “I have to remember that.”
It was all I could do to maintain my professional demeanor. Regina was enticingly seductive, telling me how much she appreciated the special attention I had showered on her by tutoring her one-on-one.
“I bet you love doing one-on-one’s,” she said at one point. I laughed.
“Yeah, I replied, “those menage-a-trois can get complicated.”
Regina leaned against me and chuckled.
“You are so funny,” she exclaimed. “I like your sense of humor.”
Regina slipped her hand on to my thigh.
“I don’t see you as being a sexaholic weirdo type,” Regina proffered.
“I’m not,” I dutifully replied. “I try to keep my dating life simple and easy.”
Regina looked down at my left hand and took note of my ring.
“But you’re married,” Regina said.
“That’s why I try to keep my dating life simple and easy,” I dutifully repeated.
Regina chuckled.
“So, you don’t mess around with us college girls, do you?” she pressed.
Once again, playing coy, I repeated, “I try to keep my dating life simple and easy.”
“Well,” Regina replied, as she suggestively rubbed her hand back and forth on my thigh, “I’m about as simple and easy as you can get.”
This was a first for me. I had tutored many students before, one-on-one and never had any student ever tried to suggestively come on to me.
“Regina,” I replied, “this is a bit awkward.”
“What’s so awkward about it?” she replied. “You’re a handsome sexy man.”
“I’m forty and you’re only eighteen or nineteen,” I replied.
“That doesn’t matter to me,” Regina replied.
My eyes shifted to her chest and her nipples, which were boldly pressing against the white cotton fabric of her t-shirt. I quickly looked past her and nervously tried to think, what should I do? Regina was very sexy and her very close proximity to me had caused me to become extremely aroused.
I took Regina’s warm and sweaty hand in mine. Dammit, why did she have to be so damn sexy?
“I’ll give you whatever grade you want,” I said.
“I don’t care if I pass the class or not,” Regina shot back, “I just want you to fuck me.”
Damn.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you're sexy and… sometimes, it’s not just about a guy enslaving a girl,” Regina replied. “Sometimes, its just nothing more than pure lust and getting a need met.”
Regina stood up and proceeded to silently strip out of her satin green short and then peel off her all-too-tight t-shirt. She suggestively ran her manicured fingers over her breasts, as she looked down at me still sitting on her love seat. She slowly and suggestively moved her hands to her abdomen and then to her hips, where she looped her fingers into the elastic bands of her small thong and began to slowly and deliberately slide them down her chiseled black thighs.
Oh my!
She was completely shaved in her pubic area, something I thought was really, really nice and very sexy. She stepped out of her thong and into the space she created between my parted knees, as she launched herself on to my lap, pushing her 38 dd boobs straight into my face.
Oh my! Oh my!
She pushed her left nipple up to my mouth.
Oh, gee. There was no turning back. I gently massaged her breast and then I lightly tongued her nipple. Her hands were now on my shoulders, her knees on the sides of my hips and her bare pussy hovering right over the expanse of my crotch.
She helped me out of my shirt and then she settled down on to my lap.
“Well,” she softly asked, “How do you feel?”
I grabbed both of her bare boobs in my hands and dug in my fingers. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Regina’s light brown skin tone against my lighter skin tone didn’t even really matter at this point. All I saw was a sexy as hell, out of control woman, who was hell-bent on being sexually pleasured. I committed myself to her well-being as she did the same for me.
It wouldn’t take me long to strip out of my clothes with her help. Once Regina got a good look at my tool, she didn’t waste any time on going down on me. Oh, Lord! Help me!
She suggestively and wickedly ran her tongue up and down the length my cock, several times, before she finally stuffed my cock into her mouth. I was amazed by her oral skills and had to stop her several times to avoid ejaculating down her throat.
I had to reciprocate her oral activities. Regina said she was ready to fuck, but I told her that would come after I had finished doing a little reciprocal dining. I pushed her on to her back on the loveseat and spread her legs, even as she half-heartily protested. Once I flicked my tongue across her clit, and inserted my fingers into her vagina, she caved. Suddenly, she grabbed the side of my head with her hands and held me in place, as she squeezed her strong thighs against me. I was trapped.
After a good tongue lashing and several orgasms, she declared she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, fuck me.”
Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have any protections. Damn.
“I’m on the pill,” Regina said to my inquiry about protection. The desperation in her voice told me she was going to be a great partner. That was all I needed to hear.
I drilled my cock into her pink pussy, as I hovered over her, gazing down into her huge brown eyes. Almost immediately, she wrapped her long brown legs around me and began to tremble, raking her fingertips across my back in the process.
I’d like to write that we spent hours pleasuring each other, but the truth is more like, we both climaxed, simultaneously and within about thirty seconds. It was fast and furious. Regina definitely earned her “A” in history.
But as crazy as that evening was, Regina was not happy with a simple better grade. She showed up in class the next day to take the test and after taking up her station on the front row of the classroom, she proceeded to tease the hell out of me, crossing and uncrossing and then spreading them to make sure I noticed she was commando. As she finished up her exam, she texted me a very non-descriptive message.
“Let’s keep this simple and easy. I have a friend who wants to meet you. She needs a tutoring session as well. Tonight, 7 pm.”
I stared back at Regina after checking the message on my phone. She proffered a wink, then she stood up, and after adjusting her very short skirt, she turned and walked silently out of the classroom.
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