Professor Smith
Part I
by rukasu
by rukasu
I was failing at everything.
Not only did I not deliver two of my end-of-semester essays, I was also behind on studying for exams, and I knew that the coming finals would be a complete mess if I couldn’t get a hold of myself. The next few weeks would be key for my future, though I was already expecting the worst: multiple Fs, losing my scholarship, and my parents dragging me back home.
Life would change completely for me.
And I didn’t want that to happen.
I loved the big city and how far away it was from life in a small town. I loved meeting new people and simply getting to be who I’ve always dreamed of. I just wished I hadn’t gotten involved with my now ex-boyfriend. Not only did he demand all of my time, he also destroyed my self-confidence, and even stole my money.
I guess I should be happy he didn’t do anything worse.
But all of it was the reason I was at the door to Professor Smith’s office on a Friday morning, 8 a.m. I had put on nice-ish clothes because I wanted to cause the best impression I could, though I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
Professor Smith was a teacher for two of my classes, and I was behind on both. He knew me from past semesters, and I guess the only saving grace of all of this was that he had seen what I was capable of when my mind was in the right place. The fact that he gave me a chance to talk to him about my problems before finalizing my grades was the kind of mercy I didn’t think I deserved.
So, when I knocked on the door to his office and he called me in, I was already expecting the beginning of my downfall.
Was I being too dramatic? Maybe.
As I got in and closed the door, I noticed how Professor Smith watched me from the other side of his desk. His presence was almost pervasive in the room, even just sitting, not saying anything else. Just looking at me.
The man was probably over fifty, but you wouldn’t say that based on how he looked. The only signs of his age were his graying hair, but his skin was immaculate, his body well-cared-for under his nice clothes, and he always seemed untouchable. His humor, however, didn’t have the best fame—talk around the university was about horrible stories of students being humiliated by him in class.
I am not sure a part of me wouldn’t want to be humiliated by him, to be honest.
“Please sit, Mr. Robbins.” Professor Smith pointed at the chair in front of his desk, and I followed his order.
As I sat down, he still had his eyes on me, while I wanted to turn my face away, because I was afraid he’d just discover way too much about me just by staring. I wasn’t sure he’d like what he would see.
He sighed.
“I noticed you’ve been having trouble this semester,” he began, and I just nodded. “Is there something I can do to help? Because you see, Mr. Robbins, you had been a great student before. And I’m sure you have the potential to surpass many of your peers. But for that, you might need to make some choices.”
His voice was calm throughout, and even though I tried to avoid his eyes, every now and again I’d go back to them. They were enticing, but also almost…caring. If I could say that.
It was like he actually wanted me to succeed.
Or he just wanted me to pass this class so he’d never see me again.
“I am incredibly sorry about all this situation,” I began, but he lifted a hand and stopped me from continuing on that line of thought.
“I don’t need your apologies. You’ve almost failed my classes, but there’s still time. Let’s think less about apologies and more about a solution.”
I nodded again.
I felt comfort in his easy way to give me strength and resolve. I wish I had more of that in my life. I wish–
Well, he was my professor.
I couldn’t wish more than that from him.
“Is there something in your life that needs to change in order for you to pass my classes?” He asked. And I put some thought into it.
“I don’t think so. What was holding me back is not a factor in my life anymore.” And thank the Lord for that. My ex-boyfriend had moved across the state. Now, I was hoping I’d never see him again. “I’ve just had a lot of problems with outside matters. But they’re over.”
Professor Smith nodded once, accepting my answer. “And do you believe you’ll be able to finish all your assignments on time? Is it only my class that’s giving you trouble?”
I wanted to laugh.
“Unfortunately, no.”
“I see.”
He seemed pensive for a moment. Professor Smith took a deep breath, I could see the way his shirt puffed on his chest, the muscles almost hugging the tie. And God, just a wild thought in my head appeared: I wish I could lay my head on that chest. I wish I could be close to him. His soothing voice, the way he accepted that I had been a disappointment and how he didn’t make me feel worse, all of that was the sweetest relief.
I shook my head to get some clarity before I opened my mouth again.
“There are just too many things to do now, and I’d love to give your classes my one-hundred percent. But I’m not sure that will happen. And I’d hate to disappoint you. Sir.” I tacked on that last word as an afterthought.
And I noticed how his eyes, all of a sudden, seemed to change.
They darkened.
“If I’d give you a chance to–” Professor Smith hesitated for a moment. “If I’d give you a chance to finish your assignments for your other classes, and then offer you an additional date for an oral exam with me, would you accept that? It would require you to come here and just talk about what you gleaned from my classes. Hopefully, it will get you enough marks from me, so you can concentrate on the other classes.”
That was it? I could just forget about these two exams and focus on the rest? As he said that, my chest wanted to burst. God, I felt so relieved my eyes began to water, so I looked away.
I felt pathetic.
“Oh, please, Mr. Robbins, I don’t want you to cry,” his voice was very small now, as though he was really worried for me.
I closed my eyes to get a hold of my emotions, while I heard him moving around the room. When I opened them, Professor Smith was beside me, kneeling on the ground. His face was parallel to mine, and I could smell his cologne.
Even though he wasn’t touching me, I felt like he was embracing me, like he was all around me. My body responded in ways I couldn’t really control, because I felt a shiver running down my legs.
Now it was not the time to feel my body responding to him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, so close yet so far from me.
I looked at him. “Yes, Sir.”
Once again, I noticed how his eyes were electrified when I said it.
He breathed in deeply.
Slowly, my eyes wandered to other places, which made me realize something else: his pants were tight.
Professor Smith was…hard.
And he was huge.
It wasn’t possible, was it? That man couldn’t be like that because of me? I was just a dumb undergraduate, running after all the problems I created for myself and barely holding onto a thread of sanity, while he was an incredibly accomplished man, with a great career and fame to uphold in the academic world.
But he was hard…
Was it for me?
I glanced at him once again just to make sure. And when my eyes went back to his, I realized he noticed what I had seen.
“I would like to apologize if my behavior is unbecoming,” he said, but made no mention of even moving from where he was.
Professor Smith was right beside me, and I could pretty much feel the puffs of air coming from his nose as he breathed.
I felt a deep need inside me. I felt–
“Could I ask something from you, Sir?” I almost couldn’t recognize my own voice.
All of a sudden, one of his hands came to rest on my arm, and the current of energy between us was potent. I felt my chest filling up with something I couldn’t even explain.
And there was a tingling in my pants, my cock coming to life as though it had a mind of its own.
“What do you need, Boy?”
And then, I didn’t know what to say.
All the stress and anxiety seemed to come crashing down, and I needed someone to pull me from the hole I was in.
“I need… someone to take care of me.”
My eyes turned to his, and he licked his lips. I didn’t know if I could understand exactly what was happening at that moment, and whether it was right or wrong—a part of me didn’t even care. But Professor Smith didn’t really let me think about anything else, he just came closer and closer until his lips were on mine, kissing me and forcing my mouth open as he penetrated me with his tongue. He tasted like coffee and mint, and I just let him take over me, because I didn’t think I could control most of my life.
What made me think I could control a man like that?
Maybe I just wanted him to control me.
As our mouths continued to lose themselves in the kiss, he helped me get up from the chair, and molded me to his body as my stuff fell to the ground. One of his hands was quick to move to my waist as the other held me by the neck.
The hand on my waist began a slow descent to my ass, and then he grabbed one of my cheeks. I felt my cock hardening to a degree I had never experienced before, all of that because Professor Smith was also like a rock, rubbing his fabric-covered cock against mine.
With quick fingers, he found the space between my pants and my body and slipped his hand in, dragging those fingers into my underwear and reaching my hole, still tentatively. The kiss deepened as he began to rub two of his fingers against the ring of muscle at the end of my hole, and I felt my cock leaking in my pants.
He fucked me with his tongue, going in and out, in and out of my mouth and dominating me in a way no one had ever done. I pretty much forgot about everything else because there was nothing that seemed even close to a worry worth having when I had his body pressed against mine.
Then, I felt one of his fingers forcing my entrance. I had not been ready for any of this. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to say I hadn’t douched and I wasn’t sure this was the best idea, but I just couldn’t do anything. In fact, when he began to press his hard cock against mine, rubbing them one against the other, I was already in bliss, and it seemed like nothing would ever matter again.
The tip of his finger went in, pushing my hole open, and short-circuiting all of my nerve endings in a way I’ve never experienced before.
It’s silly to say, but the pressure of our cocks frotting under our pants, his dominating kiss, his presence all around me, and his finger fucking my ass made me burst like a fountain—I was cumming in my pants, moaning into his mouth and trembling in his arms before I knew. It was absolutely shameful, but so good I simply let go, groaning until I felt my blood-pressure falling into the abyss.
He stopped the kiss a moment later, and silence engulfed us.
His finger was still in my ass, and he moved it a little as I took in an unsteady breath.
“Fuck,” I said, and then looked up to him.
The gravity of the moment fell on us. Especially when I noticed Professor Smith’s hand holding my arm, and watched that golden band on his finger.
Then, his finger slipped out of my ass.
I felt empty.
He removed his hand from my pants and stepped back from me, but not before I noticed him taking the finger that was on my ass and bringing it to his mouth.
He wanted to taste me.
With a deep breath, Professor Smith adjusted himself.
“I’ll send you details about your oral exam, Mr. Robbins,” he said. “Have a nice day.”
That was a dismissal, but I could clearly see his state of dishevelment.
I could also see the way he was still hard in his pants.
What the fuck had just happened?
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