Staying after Class

I never thought I would wind up as a teacher's aide. With a degree in finance, I thought I would soon be working on Wall Street and pulling in six figures or more. I was on my way getting on with a small oil company in the town I was living in. Then the unthinkable happened. A glitch in the oil market caused the firm I was at to fold and just like that I was out of work. Many of the other oil companies in the area I was in either went under just like mine did or had tightened their belts and weren't hiring anyone.

I liked the area along the gulf coast and therefore wasn't ready to attempt to relocate yet, so I had little choice but to find work in another field. I found a job listing for a teacher's aide at the local community college. That pay wasn't exactly great, but it would pay the bills for the time being, so I applied. I was hired despite being way overqualified due to the fact that hardly anyone was applying. The timing was perfect too. I started just in time for my unemployment to end.

I arrived for my first day, not knowing entirely what to expect, or even who I would be working with. All the dean told me was that I would probably be working with one of the school's younger professors since they usually had more issues keeping up with their workloads. I arrived precisely at the appointed time and the dean escorted me from his office into the main campus. He led me down a long corridor and into a lecture hall. At the bottom of the descending rows of seats I saw who I was presumably going to be working with.

As I descended the stairs and got closer to this person, I knew there would be a problem. The problem being that she was absolutely gorgeous and sexy. I had never been into bigger women, but my tastes suddenly changed that morning. She was about 5 foot 8 with long light brown hair falling just passed her shoulders. Her body was stocky and curvy with a clear hourglass figure with a more slender waist and large breasts and wide curvy hips and legs. This was accentuated by the clothes she was wearing. She had on a nearly skintight white blouse that did little to conceal the white lacy bra she had on underneath it. The buttons outlining her cleavage looked like they just might pop if she breathed too hard (one could hope...). With the blouse she had on a short black skirt that barely reached her mid-thigh. Like most guys I loved seeing sexy legs in pantyhose, but her thicc bare legs looked fantastic to me.

I visually drank all of this in as the dean, and I descended the steps down to the bottom of the lecture hall. By the time the dean and I got to the bottom of the hall she turned to face us fully. She had on some round framed glasses that gave her an intellectual look. She flashed me a smile as I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not on the ample cleavage she had, and I knew I was in trouble.

"Dan Short, Kayla Bryant." the dean said introducing us. She extended her hand, and I shook it.

"I'm looking forward to working with you professor." I said trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and my erection that was inching up in my undies.

"Please, call me Kayla." she said in a sweet voice that had just a hint of sultry in it, or maybe that was just me.

"Well, I've got other new TA's to introduce, so I'll let you two get acquainted." the dean said before quickly disappearing.

"Let's step into my office and we can talk." Kayla said. I nodded as she started walking towards the door on the other end of the room. Seeing her from behind was almost as bad as seeing her from the front. Her backside was just as curvy as the front, and I could just make out panty lines on her big round ass cheeks that were straining against her tight skirt. The only advantage here was I could stare and not be noticed. It did nothing to help my tightening undies though.

As we walked into her small office she turned to a small table in the corner and said, "Coffee?"

"Yes." I said instantly, glad for a bit of a distraction even if it was just a drink.

She pulled a paper cup from a stack by the coffee pot and filled it with coffee and handed it to me. "There's cream and sugar there if you want it." she said as she poured herself a cup.

"Oh, black is fine, thank you though." I said.

"Have a seat." she said gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her desk. I sat where she told me to and much to my surprise, she sat in the seat next to it instead of behind the desk like I expected.

"So, tell me a little about yourself Dan." she said smiling at me. "The dean told me you have a finance degree. I guess that's why he put you with me. I teach economics 101. But how did you end up here instead of Wall Street?"

I took a sip of coffee before saying, "Well, I worked for a small oil company until they went under with the recent oil bust. I was unable to get on at another oil company and wasn't ready to relocate so I applied for the job here." I gave myself an inner high five for being able to keep my eyes on her face and not stare at her bustline or sexy legs that were in clear view.

"Well, I'm glad to have you." Kayla said. "I've only been teaching a year, and the workload can get a bit stressful at times. When the dean offered to get me an aide I was quick to say yes."

Another sip of coffee and I asked, "So I guess I'll be mainly grading papers and tests?"

"Yes." Kayla said. "I'll probably had you start with the tests and do the papers myself, but then again with your finance background you might be better suited to grade the papers. We'll have to see."

"I think I'm going to like this." I said. "It'll be a nice slowdown from the fast-paced world of the commodities market."

"Since you've to real experience in the market, I might get you to do some guest lectures. I'll have to talk to the dean to get it approved, but he usually goes along with my ideas."

'I'm sure he does.' I thought to myself.

Our conversation continued and I got a pretty clear idea of what she needed out of me, and she had given me some study material of the curriculum to study and help her get prepared for the upcoming fall term starting in about a week. We stood up once we were done and she walked me to the door.

"Look over the first two weeks of the curriculum and my lecture notes and see if you can add anything pertinent." she said as she opened the door.

"Yes Ma'am." I said.

"You don't have to be so formal with me." Kayla said.

We said our goodbye's and I headed home. After being in a small office with Kayla for over almost two hours seeing her gorgeous body, I was desperate to jack off. I hadn't felt this horny since my own college days. I got in my front door and promptly dropped the folder of material she had given me on my kitchen table as I headed for my bedroom.

I disrobed as I went so by the time I was in my room I was in nothing but my tighty whities. With my need being so great I skipped the bedroom and headed into the bathroom. I quickly glanced my hardon pressing hard against the cotton briefs I had on. I couldn't help but be impressed at its size and presence. A throb from there reminded me of what I had come to do, and I quickly peeled off my briefs and stepped into the shower. I wrapped my hand around my aching cock and my mind filled with images of Kalya and her killer body crammed into that skirt and blouse. Those images combined with hours of pent-up arousal had my cock throbbing in seconds. Part of me wanted to prolong the session, but decided I was ready to unload the nut I had been holding. An image of Kayla's backside in that skirt complete with the faint panty lines was all it took to bring the pressure down below to critical mass. Within a few seconds I was blasting a massive load of cum all over my shower wall. I groaned as I continued to pull, and my cock spurted jet after jet of hot gooey cum on the shower wall.

***

Thankfully over the next few weeks my hormonal reactions to Kayla tampered down and we were able to settle into a working routine. I was still incredibly attracted to her, but my hormones calmed down enough to where I didn't need to go home and pull a nut like I did the first time I saw her. Mind you some days were better than others since she seemed to like wearing tight skimpy outfits even if they did fit the professor mantra.

It was several months into term and Kayla, and I were getting things set for mid-terms. It was late one afternoon, and we were in her office brainstorming ideas for the mid-terms. It had been a hard day for me, literally. Kayla was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing the day we met, and I was having the same reaction to it. I had been hard off and on all day with no opportunity to get any kind of relief.

Kayla straightened one pile of notes on her desk and then moved around it to grab another textbook from the small bookcase. I stepped back to give her room to pass but it wasn't enough. Her wide round hip brushed against the front of my pants and in the close quarters of her small office and my advanced state of arousal she couldn't help but notice it. For a split second I thought she was just going to move on to grab the book she wanted, but she turned to me with a glint in her eye and a slight smirk on her face that said she knew all.

"Wow Dan." she said in a low almost purr like voice. "Is that a banana in your pants?!" she asked as she pressed herself up against me and my hardon.

I was suddenly burning up from the sudden awkward shift in the situation. Not that I didn't have sexual experience with women, but certainly never like this. I tried to stammer out an answer. "Kayla, I swear I..."

She wasn't having it though putting a finger on my lips and giving me a wicked grin that made my stomach drop and my cock throb at the same time. "Oh, come off it Dan." she said in the low purr that was making me hotter. "You're not slick. I've seen you looking at me. I could see you trying not to drool over me the day we met."

Once again, I tried to say something, but again she put her finger on my lips. "You know I could tell the dean about your indiscretions..."

"Kayla please." I murmured through her finger that was still on my lips. "I promise I wasn't... it's just..."

Another wicked grin as she said, "Just what?" as she let her finger off my lips.

"Just that you're so..." I said as I looked away awkwardly.

"So what?" she asked as I felt her leg press harder up against my crotch.

"So sexy." I said.

"You really think I'm sexy?" she said.

"I think you're gorgeous." I said.

Kayla than stepped back a little and I watched as she raised her right leg and pressed her knee up against my crotch. The pressure of her knee pressing against the pressure of my over stimulated cock caused it to give a massive throb. She clearly felt this as she smirked at me and said, "Wow, you really are hard." She then started moving her knee up and down the front of my crotch. This was sheer torture as my cock throbbed inside my tight briefs, the cotton giving no stretch for my increased arousal.

In spite of the unpleasant sensation of my raging cock straining against my briefs it was started to throb out of control, and I knew if I didn't stop this, I would soon be embarrassing myself in front of Kayla.

"Kalyla please." I said. In a move I almost didn't expect she actually let off at that second.

"What's the matter Danny?" she said. "Scared you're going to pop?"

"Uh huh." I panted. "And my briefs are super tight right now."

She gave me another wicked smirk before saying, "Hmm, this I've got to see. Drop your pants."

When I didn't do anything right away, she gave me a stern look and said, "I said drop your pants. Here I'll help you." I then watched in awe as she reached out and slowly undid my belt. She undid my flies next and pulled my shirt up and out of the way as the flaps of my pants opened. Her face morphed into a look of surprise as she got an eyeful of my hardon crammed inside my briefs.

"Wow." she said looking up at me and grinning. "You may be Dan Short, but that doesn't apply to your size." Even in the awkward situation I was in I couldn't help but chuckle at what she said.

She then reached out and cupped my hardon and gave me a couple of strokes. My cock throbbed again, and I'm surprised I didn't lose it right then.

"Ohhh!" I moaned and started panting.

"Did that feel good?" Kayla asked.

"It's torture and bliss at the same time." I said through somewhat gritted teeth.

She continued to rub my hardon through my briefs and gaze at me with a satisfied smirk on her face. "You know I've had a lot of fun toying with you the last few months." Again, I must have looked surprised because she continued. "Like I said I know you've been ogling me from the day we met. Your jaw practically hit the floor when you saw me and when we came to my office and you were so far behind me, I know what you were doing. I have to admit I've had more than one giggle imagining you going home and jacking off to me. That's what you do isn't it you naughty boy?"

During this whole small speech, she never stopped rubbing me through my briefs and it was taking a massive amount of control and concentration to keep from blowing my load and further embarrassing myself. So, I wasn't able to answer her question right away. This brought the stern look back to her face as she said forcefully,

"I asked you a question Danny Boy." She then squeezed my cock.

"Ahhh!" I cried as her grip tightened around my trapped hardon.

"That doesn't answer my question." she said still giving me the stern gaze. I felt her hand move down and cup my balls and start to squeeze them. That amplified the tightening sensation tenfold forcing more pressure to my over inflated cock.

"Kayla please...." I whimpered.

"Answer my question." she said sternly. "You go home and jack off thinking about me, don't you?"

"Yes!" I cried in the hopes that she would let go of me and keep me from further humiliating myself. I quickly learned that this wasn't to be the case.

Kayla's grip once again tightened around my cock and began stroking and squeezing again. All I could do is moan and whimper as she literally had me by the balls. "You naughty naughty boy." she purred as she continued to squeeze and stroke my cock and balls. She moved her face to within a couple of inches of mine peering into my eyes and licking her lips in the sexiest way possible. "Having lustful thoughts about your professor."

I could feel my cock starting to throb almost out of control under her grip. I didn't know my undies could get so tight and I knew if I didn't stop this soon I would be embarrassing myself by flooding them. But I was completely mesmerized by her gaze and sexy taunting. I knew I should be begging her to stop, or even grabbing her wrist and actually stopping her, but I just couldn't.

Soon I felt the familiar pressure build up that lead to release. I gulped waiting for the end to come leaving all thoughts of embarrassment behind and just waiting for the pleasure to rush through me. Then just as I felt my orgasm begin to mount Kayle stopped rubbing and simply squeezed my erection hard.

"Nooo!" I cried as I felt all stimulation stop and felt my cock give a couple of weak throbs. I looked down and saw and felt a small weak stream of cum ooze out of my tip and soak into the cotton of my briefs.

"Not fair." I whimpered as I felt the pressure back build into my balls and knew I'd be dealing with that for the foreseeable future.

She smirked at me and pressed a finger into my wet tip before lifting it up and wiping it on the dry side panel of my briefs. "That's what you get for ogling your professor." she said. She then turned and grabbed two folders of tests that we were planning on getting graded. Turning back to me she slapped them into my chest where I reflexively grabbed them with my arm and she said, "I want these graded by tomorrow." She then turned and started packing up her own things.

Wanting to get out of this extremely awkward situation, I turned to leave. Not remembering that my pants were around my ankles I picked my foot up only to be tripped by my pants. I tried to catch myself on the small side table nearby, but it was no use, and I felt myself hitting the floor face first with the papers spilling out all over the floor.

"Damn!" I cried in pain and embarrassment. I heard Kayle giggling with glee behind me and felt more embarrassment start to course through me. Before I could try to move to right myself I felt the bottom of her shoe press into my ass cheek.

"Hmmm. Nice tushy." I heard Kayla say behind me. I turned to see that during my ungraceful fall my shirt tail had ridden up a bit and my ass was on display. Kayla made a point of moving her foot in circles a few times before letting it up and allowing me to get up.

Slowly I was able to get up and get my pants back up without making a further fool of myself. Kayla was then nice enough to help me pick up the papers that had been strewn all over the floor. Once I had the folders in my hand, I made a hasty exit wanting to preserve what little, if any, dignity I had left.

Once I got home, I was glad to have two extra sets of papers to grade because it somewhat helped keep my mind off of what had just happened. Although my mind couldn't help but go to what had happened at regular intervals though. What had happened was extremely embarrassing and yet also extremely erotic. Kayla clearly knew the effect she had on men and had no problems having some fun with it. I couldn't help but wonder if I was just a boy toy for her or if there might actually be something that might be able to turn into a real relationship. My mind kept working in circles over this throughout the night.

The next morning, I was anxious as I went to work, not knowing what to expect from Kayla. Once I got to campus, per my usual routine, I headed for the teacher's lounge and refilled my coffee. I filled my travel mug and snapped the lid back on and was about to head to Kayla's office when inspiration hit me. I grabbed one of the paper cups next to the coffee pot and after adding her preferred amounts of cream and sugar filled it with coffee and stirred it up good.

I took a deep breath as I opened the office door and stepped through. I found Kayla standing at her file cabinet going through the top drawer. She had on a dark grey pantsuit that must have been cut to fit her figure perfectly. Naturally I preferred her in a skirt to see her thick sexy legs, but her pantsuits were sexy too leaving nothing to the imagination as to her curvy figure.

She turned to see me as she heard the door opened and greeted me with her usual smile. "Morning Dan." she said cheerily.

"Morning Kayla." I said trying not to sound awkward. I set the folders of graded tests and her coffee on the desk and added, "I brought you some coffee."

Finding the file, she needed she closed the drawer and turned back to her desk. I had to take a deep breath to keep my jaw from as she put it 'hitting the floor' again. She was wearing a thin white blouse that did little to conceal the fact that she had on a lacy pink bra underneath it. And if that wasn't alluring enough, she had two of the top buttons undone giving a great view of the center of the bra between her big round tits and the scalloped lace edging.

Kayla sat down and picked up the coffee I had brought her and took a greedy swallow of it before looking back to me. "Mmmm." she said. "You know I could get used to this." After a couple more greedy swallows she set the cup down and got up and moved back to the filing cabinet again. She opened a lower drawer and bent over to examine the contents. As she bent at the waist I was treated to an eyeful of thick pink lace poking way over the waistband of her slacks. I felt the familiar rustling inside my briefs and remembered what she had said yesterday about enjoying teasing me and this told me she had no intention of letting up. And me being a genius my mind was so befuddled after what had happened, I hadn't even thought about jacking off when I got home even though enough time had passed to allow full arousal and pleasure.

The next couple of weeks passed much the same. The incident was never mentioned; it was as though it had never happened. Kayla and I got along as well as ever, but it was clear she was keeping up her teasing. Her outfits were formfitting and as skimpy as professionalism would let them and I got eyefuls of them every day. I came to my senses and found a regular routine in jacking off after getting home from work nearly every day.

One afternoon Kayla and I were in her office and had been in there for at least a couple of hours grading term papers when she stood up and stretched for a moment. I was treated to a great view of her sexy curvy midriff as her blouse rode up. She then looked over at me and said, "Dan would you get me a bottle of water?"

"Sure." I said grinning before getting up and heading out of the office. A quick trip to the teacher's lounge and I was back with the water bottle. That water bottle was quickly forgotten as soon as I got back in the office and shut the door. Kayla was sitting on the front side of her desk sideways with one leg dangling over the side and giving me a bedroom eyes look. Not since my own college days have I felt my cock get to full hardness so fast and my briefs suddenly felt like a vice grip.

"I don't know about you Dan." she said in a sultry voice. "But I need a break." She then slowly turned dropping both legs off the desk and spreading them wide. It was then that I fully appreciated the fact that her skirt was nowhere to be seen. I stared in awe of the skimpy black thong she had on and even from the distance apart we were I could see a wet spot forming on the gusset.

I'm not sure how long I stood there like an idiot staring but her voice brought me back to reality. "You going to keep gawking at me or are you going to pick your jaw up off the floor and come and take care of me Danny boy?" she asked. I quickly snapped back to reality and moved towards her. As I closed in on her she slid forward and slightly off the desk and slipped her thong down and allowed it to slip down her legs before tossing it on the floor with her foot while sliding back up on the desk. I resisted the urge to stare at her pussy that was bare except for a small, inverted triangle of hair pointing straight at the promise land. A red nailed finger beckoned me forward and I quickly buried my face between those gorgeous thick thighs.

I quickly went to work licking over and around every fold as quick as I could and soon felt her thighs gripping around my face. I could hear a muffled moan telling me I was doing something right. I was not for the first time grateful that my first college girlfriend had taught me so much about pussy licking often leaving me hanging for days if I didn't do it right. I could feel her getting more and more worked up as I licked her as much as I could. I figured at that time just a little payback was in order, and I began to slow my licking. This clearly didn't please her because soon I felt her hand on the back of my head and her voice say sternly,

"You better get back to work if you ever want to get out of there. Or is that what you want you little perv?"

I went back to work full force finding myself getting more turned on by her dominant attitude. I soon felt her trembling under my intense licking. I upped the intensity a little more and soon after heard a muffled moan a split second before I felt my face being showered in her essence. For a few seconds I thought I might drown as she clenched her thighs around my face tight as her orgasm rushed through her body. Finally, I felt her thigh grip loosen as she calmed down. I slowly pulled my face back and looked up to see Kayla wearing a look of profound satisfaction. I couldn't help but grin and this got her attention.

"That's a smug grin for a man on his knees with his face covered is pussy juice." she said.

"That means I must be good at what I'm doing." I said still grinning. "I don't see you complaining."

Kayle then hopped down from the desk. I then watched as her hand moved down and her finger moved under my chin and beckoned me up. I slowly stood under the direction of her finger under my chin. I was soon standing and peering into her bedroom eyes and a sly smirk on her face. Before I could do anything she said firmly,

"Drop your pants."

I didn't need telling twice and unbuckled my pants as quick as I could and pushed them down and kicked them out of the way. She eyed my very tented briefs with a look of hunger on her face before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the desk. She then bent me over the desk arms and legs spread eagle. For a few seconds I wondered what was going to happen next before I felt her hand push between my legs and take control of my cock.

I nearly jumped out of my skin as she started to squeeze and stroke my cock. My briefs that were like a vice grip before were ten times so as my cock swelled under Kayla's controlled grip. She was clearly a master a cock teasing because I knew I was at maximum arousal under her gentle squeezing and stroking, but she kept me from exploding. Even I wasn't as good at keeping myself from blowing without having to take a break. My cock started to throb under her grip, and I couldn't help but squirm under her grip as she continued that slow steady tease.

"Not so smug now, are we?" I heard her whisper in my ear never slowing her tease. All I could do is whimper at that point. For a few more minutes she continued the slow methodical squeeze and tease that for me had become heaven and hell at the same time. I wanted to blow so badly but at the same time didn't want to embarrass myself or have the tease end.

"What to do with Danny boy." I heard her purr in my ear as she continued to stroke me. "Leave him with blue balls... ruin it like last time... soak his tighty whities... or another option." Again, in my hyper aroused state all I could do is whimper. "What's the matter Danny boy? Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

Again all I could do is whimper and squirm. Kayla then said, "I'll take that as option three." She then started squeezing and stroking harder and I soon felt critical mass approaching. I knew I should stop it, knew I was about to humiliate myself, but was far to horny and worked up to care. I soon felt myself going over the edge and a split second later felt my cock exploding and sending copious amounts of cum all over the inside of my briefs. Kayla kept up her squeezing and stroking to the point to where it was almost painful draining every drop of cum from my balls.

Once my orgasm subsided and my cock quit pulsing, I leaned harder into the desk to keep myself from completely collapsing. As my senses slowly returned, I felt the warm gooey mess between my legs that was also starting to seep down my inner thighs. I slowly stood up and turned around and saw Kayla eyeing me with a look of glee on her face. I should have felt embarrassed at standing in front of a gorgeous woman with soaked undies and cum streaming down my legs but was too tuckered out from the intense orgasm to care.

Kayla then said, "Well, I think we've done enough for one day." She then moved around to the back of her desk and pushed the papers she was working on into a folder before pushing the folder into her handbag. She then threw her handbag over her shoulder and walked to the door. Before opening the door she looked back at me and said, "See you tomorrow Danny boy." She then flashed me an amused smile before opening the door and left.

I then found myself alone wearing cum soaked undies. I figured I had better find a way out of this spot and soon before someone showed up and saw me in this state. Looking down it was clear that my briefs would not be dried with the materials available to me, that only being a box of tissues on the desk. I then did the only thing I could and slipped my saturated briefs off. I dropped them in the small trash can by the desk and hoped that the janitor didn't look too closely as he emptied the trash later that night. I then grabbed a handful of tissues and dried myself off again dropping them into the trash can.

I then grabbed my pants and pulled them up quickly again nervous someone may come calling. After I got my pants up, I grabbed the papers I was working on and much like Kayla had done a few minutes before stuffed them into my backpack and prepared to head out the door. As I was crossing the office I noticed Kayla's discarded thong still on the floor. I picked it up and couldn't help but inhale her scent and felt my cock getting hard again pressing against the zipper of my pants. I was about to take the thong and put it in her desk drawer but then my hormones took over again and I slipped them into my backpack. As I got in my car and headed towards home, I wondered what I had gotten myself into with Kayla and where it was going.