The Professor's Good Girl Ch. 02 - A+

[Characters are consenting adults. With that said, this story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is strictly coincidental.]

This story is Chapter 2 of The Professor's Good Girl

For two weeks now, I have a new routine. Every day, for the past two weeks, Dr. Smith's amazing cock has found time to dump a load into my cum-obsessed pussy. He has bent me over his desk, his chair, his couch; he has pushed me up against the window, the bookshelf, the door of his office. He has slid in and out, in and out, in and out of me in the back of his car, my car. Each day, he lovingly leaves me with a healthy dose of his seed, kissing my forehead as I make a quick departure.

On days that I have been a good girl, he continues to play with me until I push into his hand and hold on to his sturdy arms to ride the wave when he gifts me a parting orgasm. His cum stays put deep in my pussy on those days.

On the other days, I feel his cum pooling in my panties. And this whole situation is messing with my head... the thought of his hard dick rewarding me with the cum I have to sit with leaves me so hot and so bothered I can't think straight. I have been going home as soon as possible. Stretching out on my bed, I send him a simple 'thinking of you' text while I bring myself to orgasm and wish it was at the mercy of his skilled touch. I often think of just how good he is with just the flick of his thumb on my swollen clit while he whispers, 'cum for Daddy,' in my ear.

When I am not physically in one of my classes, I'm enjoying him as my new hobby. When I'm doing neither, I'm thinking about the next time I can feel his skin on mine.

I'm dick-matized to the extent I start to notice my grades are slipping in just the past two weeks alone. I've started to miss turn in dates for a few of my classes. It's only the start of March, the start of March Madness on campus, and I'm worried I failed the test I took in Dr. Smith's class last week.

"Britney." I hear Dr. Smith say. He's looking down at me and holding out a stack of blue books to me.

I brush a lock of my blonde hair from out of my face. "Sorry, sir," I mumble and take the stack from him. I look at the test booklets, confused.

"Find yours, please. Then pass it down." I do as he asks as he returns to the lectern. As his back is turned, I chance a look at his back side and remember how it feels when I have my arms reach around and grab his shoulders as he plows int me. "You will find your grade and feedback at the back of the book," he says to the class.

I turn to the back of my test book.

A "C".

'What the hell,' I think. 'I may be fucking him but I took this class because it's easy for me.' I read his feedback: "You understand the big concepts, but you will need to work on some of the deeper undertones. I'm available during my office hours to discuss." A wave of nausea rolls up from my stomach. I set the booklet down. It must have been with too much force because a few heads turn my direction. I think I'm about to be sick. In fact, I am beginning to feel like I am about to throw up. I run out of the room without thinking. I run to bathroom and I just barely make it to the toilet when I spew.

I'm in the bathroom for a good solid 5 minutes. "Britney?" a concerned girls voice hesitates on the other side of my stall, "you okay?" It sounds like Riley.

"Just got sick. That's all." I say, standing up. My vision blurs a moment then is right again.

"Dr. Smith was worried about you and asked that I check on you."

"That's kind, please let him know I'll be back shortly."

"Okay. Can I get you anything?"

I walk out of the stall shortly after righting my red polka dotted skirt. I look at my white shirt for any mess. There is none. I look in the mirror. "I'm okay, really, thank you, I am going to clean myself up. I'll leave a little early," I say before I raise a handful of water to my mouth to rinse. I sip and the cool water leaves a tingle in my cheek as I swirl and spit.

"Okay. I'll email you my notes after."

I look at her. "Thank you. You are really kind."

"No problem." She leaves.

A few minutes later, after primping myself in the mirror and wiping my mouth one last time, I head back to class. As I round the corner to the hallway, Dr. Smith is waiting just outside the classroom. "Britty." He coos in a whisper. Looking around to make sure no one heard. "Are you alright?" There is a faint smile that wants to form on the side of his lips.

"I was perfectly fine until 10 minutes ago. I don't know what happened. One minute I was fine, the next, YUCK. Your grade surprised me, that must be it." I smirk up at him.

He smirks back, "This is the key to my office. Feel free to lay down." I hesitate, staring at the key. I look him in the eyes, and back to the key. I take it out if his hands. "That's my good girl," he coos.

"Let me get my things, Daddy," I whisper.

"Of course."

I walk in, grab my things and head to his office. I let myself in, set my stuff by the door, take off my shoes and lay down on the couch. I notice the blanket and wrap it around me best I can and soon I am asleep.

About an hour later, I rouse. I look around. Dr. Smith is sitting at his desk, working. "What time is it?" I question.

He turns towards me. "Time for you to take this," he hands me over a small plastic thing.

"You're joking!" I scoff and hand the pregnancy test back to him. "It's way too soon."

He hands the test back to me. "I'm not joking. We have been fucking like rabbits since January. And I distinctly remember telling you two weeks ago that you are going to get pregnant and make me a father."

I just stare at him.

"Now go," he says. "Oh here." He hands me a toothbrush kit. "I always have one. Thought you know, might want to...." he trails off.

"Of course." I take the kit and I pocket the pregnancy test. I walk back to the bathroom and find myself feeling better after the nap.... I go through the motions for the test. I pee on the stick, close the lid over the test strip, wipe things down. I wash my hands, I brush my teeth, and discreetly take the test back to his office.

"Do you want me to know first, or do you wan to watch together?" I ask him holding the upside down test out for him.

"Together," he says and brings me under his arm in a hug. He sets the test down on the table and we watch as we wait for a second line to appear.

... There's no mistaking the bold second line that appears almost instantly. And I have nothing to say. I can't think. I don't know what to think even if I could. My mouth is wide open. I look at Dr. Smith. His mouth is in a full smile as he searches my face. He kisses my right cheek. Then he kisses my left cheek and he keeps kissing my face and up to the top of my forehead.

"Such a good, good girl." He gently says and he brings me into a hug. "What a very good girl." He pauses a moment as his hand slides underneath my skirt. He nuzzles into my neck. "Are you feeling well enough to celebrate?"

"If celebration means that I get to suck on Daddy's cock, then yes. Please."

He is already undoing his belt.

I reach under his clothes to feel his already hardening cock. I tug him a little, as I use my other hand to pull down the top band of his briefs. And I am greeted with a bit of spring when his cock is fully out. My mouth gravitates to it and as I stick his length in my mouth my tongue swirls in rhythmic circles. I look up at him and find his eyes as I bring my hands to sack and pull a little. I can sense the goosebumps that jump up his back. He closes his eyes for a moment.

He takes a step back, "I need you on your back on the floor." I do as he commands. I splay my legs open and bring my hands to my pussy. He looks down at me and smiles. "I can't wait to see your belly start to swell. I can't wait to see your tits start to swell."

My pussy quivers at his words. I instinctually start to open up the lips of my pussy, waiting, begging for his cock. He watches as I play with my self. He's on top of me, and palms one of my breasts. He reaches down and tongues my nipple as I feel him lining his dick to my waiting hole. His fingers replace mine at my clit. But instead of staying there, he pets my tummy and makes smooth circles across my abdomen. I know he is picturing the seed growing inside my womb just below. And I watch as his eyes brighten just a little more, and he drives his shaft all the way in. My hips buck and my eyes roll back. He pauses, "You are beautiful Britty," he says. And then he picks up the pace. As he rocks into me, I feel every big of his large cock. I feel whole. I feel like I have a purpose. I feel like I need him and his seed every time.

And just as quickly as it started, Dr. Smith pulls out and blows his load on my tummy.

I startle. I want his cum in my pussy. "Ah, ah, ah. Daddy didn't say you can cum yet."

I just look at him. Confused. I'm coiled and strung so tightly and wanting the release that only he can give me.

He rolls off me to the side. As he uses his briefs to clean up his wasted seed, he whispers, "When you come to my house tonight, I'll let you finish for being such a good girl today. But you have to wait. For now. I have to change your C to an A+."

I give him a playful punch in the shoulder. "I'm going home to take a shower." I announce. I get all my things. As I dress, so does he. I walk towards the door and he is waiting there for me.

"I cannot wait to see you sitting in my class, and seeing your belly grow. From now on, you only wear tight fitting clothes. I want to see that bump every day."

"Yes, sir."

"You are my good girl. Now get, I'll send you directions later."

"Fine."

He leans in and kisses my mouth. We are locked in a beautifully romantic kiss for a moment.

"I'm so happy for you. Congratulations Mama." He says as he gives me my forehead kiss.

"Thank you Daddy." I say and slip out the door.