Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Professor (fM, seduc)
Date: 26 Dec 1995 16:22:06 GMT

			    The Professor

	"Damn, another D," she thought as she looked at her test
paper. This goddamn algebra is going to kill my GPA, and I need this
class to graduate. Stuffing the paper hurriedly into her knapsack, she
left class, and headed back to her car. Driving home, she knew that
she at least owed it to herself to go and talk to Professor Samuels,
to see what needed to be done to raise her grade.

	Professor Samuels was fresh out of graduate school and this
was his second year teaching at the local community college. He took
his math very seriously, in fact it appeared sometimes that he lived
for it, although he sometimes seemed ill at ease with people. When she
watched him in class, she thought he might be attractive, he at least
had very nice legs and buns. You couldn't miss that when he was
writing problems on the board. "Hmmmm," she thought with a grin,
"maybe that's why I need extra help."

	He gave the impression of being guarded so she wasn't sure the
best way to approach him or even if there was such a thing as extra
credit for algebra. But she knew she had to do what ever proved
necessary to get her grade up. So she decided then that a private
meeting with the good professor was in order.

	The next day after English class she walked over to Professor
Samuels' office to try to set up a meeting. The day was a sunny,
bright day and she was wearing a light sundress, which showed off her
legs and tan very nicely. Upon entering Professor Samuels' office, she
saw him hunched over a computer buried in the corner of his large, but
filled, office. Again she got the impression that he lived for
computers and math.

	And again, got that nagging feeling that she was somehow
attracted to him, and wished that he was attracted to her as well. He
was so very young, I bet only 25!!!! And here she was, back to school
after having had her kids, already in her mid thirties. She was
starting to feel like a dirty old lady.

	"Ohhhhhhh... this daydreaming about him has to stop, cripes,
he may not even like sex. Besides this is about an algebra grade, not
my overactive sex imagination." She put a smile on her face, knocked
on the door to get his attention, and walked on in the office. Looking
up from the computer, waving her into a chair "I'll be with you in a
minute," Professor Samuels said absently. "Well, so much for any
interest in me," she thought.

	Looking up with what could only be described as a nervous
expression on his face he asked, "So what can I do for you?"

	"I need to talk to you about my grade, I have a D right now,
and wanted to see what it would take to change that. I am willing to
work hard, but I really can't get a D in your class." He swung his
chair around so that he was completely facing her. He bent his arms at
the elbows, resting them on the arms of his chair, his hand under his
chin, just staring at her. "In addition to having nice legs and
buns... he has very attractive hazel eyes. Shit, better stop thinking
like that, I need this grade," she thought

	"I'm going to be rather busy at school for the next few
days... but If you can make time , I'd be happy to tutor you at my
home." A definite thrill went through her at that thought, and she
could feel her heart beating slightly faster. But then Professor
Samuels in all his professional ways, grabbed his notepad wrote her
name and said, "Tell me Angela, which concepts is it that you're having
trouble with? I would like to make up a study plan for us to follow."

	With that her heart beat was right back to normal, oh well...
grabbing her math book they started the study plan. "Most importantly
the word problems, then, this f(x) stuff... it makes me crazy."

	With a rather blank expression on his face he ask "Crazy?
Hmmm, we will see what we can do about that. With the right attitude
I'm sure you can make it through my class." So they set a time and
leaving the office she thought, "Well won't much be fun, but at least
I'll raise my grade." If only she had known what awaited her.

				* * *

	Thursday evening when she was standing in his front room she
wondered if this was even going to work, she seemed to be so far
behind that she wasn't sure she could catch up anyway. He sat them at
a small table facing each other. "I would like to give you a quick
preview of the next test, so you understand just how much work you
have to do to get your grade up," he said handing her a test that
looked to be as thick as a book. She looked at it a minute and then
knew she had been right she wouldn't make it. "Oh man, I'm not going
to make it out of your class, am I?"

	Nervously, shuffling his feet and wringing his hands he said,
"That depends on what you are willing to do to raise your grade. I
have seen you watching me in class. And I do mean me, not the problems
I am putting on the board. I walk around with a semi-hard dick for
hours after you leave my class. So Angela, I have a deal for you, I
will tutor you, and you can take your chances on the test. Or, if I'm
not being too forward, I think we could reach some kind of agreement
as to an alternate `study' plan," Professor Samuels said, sitting
there with a undeniably more nervous expression than minutes before.

	She couldn't believe he was saying this. She knew she should
be insulted but wasn't, in fact she had wanted him for so long that
she was thrilled. "Well professor, what exactly are you talking
about?" she asked, with decidedly wicked thoughts in her head.

	"What I had in mind was a few simple special assignments, uh
hem," he said clearing his throat. "I really need you to do something
about these hard-ons I keep having. Of course the assignments will be
of my choosing and each one will be enough points so as to add up to
your A. And there is a stipulation with this, that being you have to
pass the special assignments and my class with an A."

	"Well as long as you had the nerve to ask I will have the
nerve to say yes, besides that's only C, B, A I think I can handle
that." He smiled quite wickedly at that and shook his head. "No wonder
your having problems in class, you can't even count. It's D+, C-, C,
C+, B-, B, B+, A-, A, A+ that's ten by my count... shall we open the
books, or would you like to choose the other option???"

	She was stunned, "Ten!!! That's unfair, we only have one test
to go. Beside I still only count 3 real grades, I was hoping for some
kind of REAL math assignment not ten sex acts!"

	"Take it or leave it," he said with no sympathy as his gaze
went to her ample cleavage. "Damn she thought maybe it's a good thing
I wore this dress after all."

	"Beside it won't be ten separate acts, I can think of three
assignments off hand that should work splendidly. Each worth enough
points as to raise your grade an entire grade if done well. Each done
with you, you doing what I say... no questions asked." Now she was
pissed, how dare this young, probably inexperienced professor try to
make a deal with her like that. "Damn," she thought, "not only would
she do it, but she would make it so good that he would remember it for
the rest of his life." Stretching her hand across the table to shake
his, she said "It's a deal."

	He completely ignored her hand and said, "OK, get down on your
knees under the table and suck my dick, and Angela, make it good."
Having had worse offers in the past, and wanting to sleep with him
anyway and needing the grade, she pushed her chair back and crawled
under the table.

	She could see his stiffening cock already pushing at the
fabric of his pants. First she unbuckled his belt and pants. Slowly
unzipping his trousers, she hooked her finger into the waste of his
boxers, and with a quick tug released Mr. Winky. (she could tell he
was sooooooo happy to come out and play, why he actually winked at
her!)

	Angela grabbed his member in one hand, and with the other
pulled his pants down around his ankles, pushing his knees apart,
crawled between his legs and gave Mr. Winky a severe tongue lashing.
Cupping his balls in one hand, she sucked the head of his dick into
her mouth. With her other hand she softly stroked the base of his cock
while her tongue danced circles around the tip. She could see
Professor Samuels was beginning to enjoy this by the way he was
banging his head against the table. "Hmmmm, he's obviously never been
blown like this before," she thought happily.

	Suddenly Professor Samuels' legs shot out and knocked over the
table, knocking Angela on the head as it tipped over. As she had lost
her concentration with the blow job, Angela stood up and glared at the
Professor. "Ouch," she said rubbing her head... "Well was that good
enough for a `C'?"

	"I don't think so Angela," he said, "you're not even half way
there, your first assignment hasn't even been completed yet. I want
you to strip for me now. You DO want an `A', don't you?" Knowing damn
well that he knew that she knew that she needed that A to get into her
masters program, she just nodded, sat down and took her sandals off.

	Still being a bit irritated she decided to do some teasing of
her own. Bending over from the waist to give a good view down her
cleavage she slowly started to unbutton her dress from the bottom. As
she reached the top button, she stood up and let the dress fall to the
floor, leaving her standing only in her panties.

	Professor Samuels reached over with both hands and pulled her
panties off her waist, down her legs and she stepped out of them. "I
think I'll hang on to these as a memento of this evening" he said
stuffing them in his shirt pocket. Angela wanting him to `suffer' as
much as possible and to assure that she got as much `credit' as
possible sat in the chair across form him, spread her legs, hooked
them over the arms of the chair and slowly eased two fingers inside
her sopping pussy.

	Pulling her pussy lips apart with the other hand she started
softly stoking her clit. Alternating between her clit and sticking two
fingers in her pussy was too much for the professor to handle.
Grabbing his cock, he started pumping furiously up and down, as he
gazed into Angela's eyes. Angela sensing that he was going to come,
grabbed one of her tits and started to suck on the nipple, still
playing with her pussy with the other hand.

	The professor was watched Angela start to squirm in the chair
as she played with herself, considered this was the best sex he'd had
in over a year... he had a steady girlfriend but she apparently wasn't
into sex. So this was enough to just drive him crazy.

	She was looking him straight in the eye as they both started
to come. He was jacking himself off furiously now and she could see
the precum glistening on the tip of his cock. She started coming and
could feel her vagina start to contract around her fingers as she
rubbed her clit. The professor watched in fascination as she started
moaning and thrashing in the chair, his eyes glued to her crotch as
she made herself come. Never having seen any women do this before was
more than the professor could handle, and shooting huge globs of semen
all over his plush carpeting, he groaned and moaned and grunted until
he milked himself dry.

	Opening his eyes slowly, looking slightly dazed, Professor
Samuels said, "Well Angela I guess it's safe to say you've raised your
grade by one point. You've successfully completed your first extra
credit assignment, only two to go." With that Angela slipped her
sundress and sandals back on and left, not bothering to pick up her
books, knowing she wouldn't be needing them for the rest of the
semester. "Let me know when my next extra credit assignment is due
professor, I promise it will be just as good as this one was."

				* * *

	The next Tuesday when Angela went into class she didn't know
what to expect, but it wasn't being totally ignored. She sat through
the first half of class thinking that maybe he had changed his mind
and the first extra credit assignment had been for nothing. She had
actually been looking forward to the next assignment. Then when she
got her homework assignment back, on the back page she read what her
next assignment was to be. It read:

	Meet me in the maintenance closet next to the
	biology lab during the break.

	"Maintenance closet, what the hell could he want to do in the
closet? I guess I will find out soon enough," she thought. "Only five
minutes till break." But those proved to be a longest five minutes in
history as she thought about all the things that could actually be
done in a broom closet.

	Glancing behind her to make sure no one was around, she
slipped inside. It was dark and it took a few seconds for her eyes to
adjust. She saw his shadow slowly appear before her, waiting quietly
for her. "I know you're not good with numbers but I think 69 would be
a good one to start your lesson with today." She couldn't be sure but
she thought he was smirking as he said it. Stepping out of her
panties, she put them in her pocket this time because she didn't want
to risk losing them again. Walking up to him, she unbuckled and
unzipped his pants and helped him down with them. Laying him on the
floor she straddled him with her pussy over his face as she leaned
over and sucked his soft dick into her mouth.

	He reached up and pulled her pussy lips apart delicately with
his fingers, her clit, exposed to the warm air, throbbed in
anticipation, and soon his tongue started to lash her delicate areas.
He slowly ran his tongue around the lips of her pussy, and up and down
her legs. His hands around her legs, he reached up between them and
pulled her lips open widely. His tongue now had complete access to
her. As he pushed his tongue deeply into her she sucked him into the
back of her throat. They were both moaning and squirming as they
started to come.

	The professor, who was unable to control himself, started to
squirm. His legs shot out and one of them, the left one, happened to
strike the mop bucket, which slammed into the mop which was leaning
against the wall. As Angela was slurping hungrily on the professors'
now erect cock, the mop fell, slapping her in the side of the head.
Startled, she clamped down hard on the thing in her mouth, which was
the good professors' only means of procreation. Luckily for the
professor, Angela had excellent muscle control and the end result
looked like nothing more than a hickey which circled his shaft.

	He was soon coming, despite the mishaps and bumps on the head,
shooting huge globes of cum in her mouth. With all the commotion of
his cumming and the mop falling on her head, she had no doubt they
would be caught. "Damn," she said rubbing her head and glaring at him
"that is the second time you have bonked me on the head and this time
I didn't even get to finish." With that said she quickly dressed and
stuck her head out the door to see if the coast was clear., The only
thing she saw was the back of the janitor as he was walking away from
the door. "Damn," Angela thought, "How much do you think HE heard?"

	When she got back to class she was plenty pissed. Not only had
she not been able to finish, but she gotten knocked on the head again
as well.

	One "assignment" to go and she would have her A. She decided
then and there that the next time, not only was she going to finish,
but Professor Samuels was going to get the lesson of his life. And she
would not get knocked on the head, no matter what.

	As she was leaving class the professor handed her a note which
she knew would be her third assignment.

	"You now have your "B" one assignment to go.

	And it gave her the time and place of the next assignment.
After reading it she had to smile and thought, "Hmmmm, I hope he
doesn't have anything breakable in his office, or at least nothing
that could give me a concussion."

	The note said to meet him in his office at 3:00 p.m. the
following day. Angela was there on time and walked right into the
office and shut the door behind her. "Hello Professor," she said,
smiling, "you wanted me to finish my assignment today I believe." She
pulled his chair out from his desk and yanked his pants open, and
kneeling down she crawled under his desk and pulled his chair back in.
He was sitting there as if he was working and she was under the desk
giving him the blow job of his life... and considering the other two
that she had given him that meant that this one was REALLLLLLY good.

	She was slowly nibbling on the skin that's on the underside of
his dick that is so sensitive. Running her tongue up and down his
shaft, squeezing his shaft... when KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... and in
walks someone he works with... well this was a dilemma for her, after
all she didn't want to lose her A, and besides, she was sure he could
handle himself under any circumstances so she kept right on sucking,
slowly, letting her tongue run up and down his shaft. Stroking him
gently and licking at his balls, sucking them deep into her throat.
Pulling gently on the hair around his cock. She thought she heard him
gasp at one point but wasn't sure. When she heard the door close she
sat back on her knees and waited for his reaction.

	"I should make you start the assignments over for that," he
said, jerking his chair back and pulling her from under the desk. She
took one look at him and knew that he had enjoyed it immensely, no
matter what he was saying. She slowly walked over to the door and
locked it, dropping her clothes piece by piece as she made her way
back over to him.

	She was standing in front of him now, completely naked.
Rubbing her hands up and down her body, moaning, "You know professor,
I think I like these assignments and this time I am going to really
earn my A." She sat right on his lap, straddling the chair, a leg
hanging over each arm as his cock slid right into her.

	Her pussy was wet, it was hot ,it was very tight and it felt
soooooooooooooo good. He slowly pumped into her, taking one of her
breasts into his mouth, slowly sucking on it, then the other. He held
onto her, pushing her down onto his dick as he pushed upward.

	He stood up then and laid her on the desk without ever leaving
her body. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed as tight as she
could so that he couldn't even pull his dick all the way out of her.
Reaching down he rubbed her clit with his wet finger, pulling on it,
until they both came to a shattering orgasm.

	Once they were back to their senses they got down off the
desk, and straightened their clothes. "Well Angela, you have
successfully completed my class with an A, congratulations." She
walked up to him and kissed him deeply, "I have wanted to do that for
a long time," she said. "You know professor, I am done with algebra
forever, but do you happen to teach logic? I have that next semester
and I'm sure I'll need some help," she winked as she walked out the
door.