Emma and the Professor

Emma and the Professor

Emma nervously knocked on the door of her History Lecturer, Greg Summers. She was expecting an old grey bearded man in a cardigan but was pleasantly surprised when the door opened to see a tall slim man with salt grey hair and a beaming smile.

"Good morning Professor Summers I need to change into your class and I just want to check that you had room?" blurted Emma.

"Sure come in and take a seat and please just call me Greg. Now, your name and the unit you want to be transferred into?" He asked sitting at his desk looking at his screen.

"Asian Trading 2300, Emma Watts," Emma replied.

Emma had always imagined having an affair with an older guy. Her thoughts wandered as she imagined his hands wandering over the lingerie he had selected for her, knowing that he owned her. Her thoughts drifted to his hand slipping under her bra, kissing her and caressed her nipples. The images of soft wet kisses was interrupted, "yep we can do that. Welcome to my class - Is there anything else I can do for you?" Greg smiled at Emma with his piercing brown eyes.

Emma thought for a moment about jumping on the desk and asking him to perform oral sex but she restrained herself.

"No, that's great. Thank you," her smile lingered a moment and then she stood up and left.

In the lectures Emma continued to have fantasies about Greg. She knew very little about him other than he loved his history and he was handsome. Her mind wandered to him tying her to the bed with scarfs, teasing her and using her body for his pleasure. She looked up to see him staring at her as though he read her mind.

Later in her room, her university paper sat forgotten as her eyes lingered on a page of erotica--a story about an older man gently coaxing a younger woman to undress. The scene played out vividly in her mind: the older man's gaze lingering on the girl's bare skin, circling her, admiring the firmness of her breasts, the tension in her body, the quiet power in his touch. Emma's hand slipped across the waistband of her shorts, her breath catching. She imagined what it would feel like--those fingers on her, warm breath at her neck.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the buzz of her phone--it was her friend Stella.

"Hey babe, we're heading down to the Foxes Head. Why don't you join us?"

Emma soon found herself at the Foxes Head, a traditional pub cherished for its warm atmosphere and vibrant sense of community. The U-shaped lounges curled around a central bar, which was adorned with vintage décor and well-worn, old-world carpets. A pair of log-burning fires gave the place a cosy, lived-in charm. She was glad to see her friends.

After a few beers, her eyes drifted across the room--and there he was. Professor Summers, sitting quietly beneath the wide bay window of the old hotel lounge. The curved glass cast fractured patterns of light across his table. The late afternoon sun streamed in, warming the faded red velvet of the booth and turning the drifting dust motes into slow-moving stars.

Emma didn't hesitate--she wandered over to his table, "Hi, Professor Summers?"

He looked up from his reading with a gentle smile, "Oh, hi Emma. And please, call me Greg."

She nodded, glancing at the papers in his hands, "what are you reading?"

"A paper one of my post-grads wrote on Madagascan trading routes in the sixteenth century," he said, his eyes lighting up.

"That actually sounds kind of fascinating. I'm just here with a few friends, hanging out by the fire," she laughed. "Mind if I join you for a minute?"

Greg gestured to the empty chair beside him, "Please."

They spent quite some time talking about East Asian history, about forgotten ports and overlooked dynasties. Emma was enthralled by Greg's depth of knowledge and the quiet enthusiasm in his voice. As she finished the last of her beer, her friend Stella appeared at the table.

"Hi," she grinned at Greg. "I'm Stella."

After a quick introduction, the two girls drifted back toward the bar.

"I wish my lecturers looked like him," Stella murmured, casting a look over her shoulder. "He's got that Clooney thing going on."

Emma laughed. "You think? Yeah, he is kind of hot."

"Older men, babe, I'm telling you," Stella said, linking arms with her. "They know things."

The girls spent the early evening drinking at the pub. Emma watched Greg leave and he smiled and lifted his hand to her as a goodbye.

"He likes you," Stella whispered.

That night in bed Emma thought about her lecturer.

The following day Emma was having a coffee when she received a text.

"Hi Emma, Greg here. I was wondering if you could drop by my office--it's about your last paper."

Emma hesitated for a moment when she got the message, her stomach tightening slightly. Still, she replied and made her way to his office.

When she arrived, Greg greeted her with a smile and gestured to the chair opposite his desk.

"Hi, Emma. Thanks for coming. Have a seat."

She settled in, watching as he picked up her paper from the corner of his desk.

"I had a look at your last submission," he began. "It was... good--but not great. Some of the references were a bit loose, and the writing could definitely use a more thorough edit."

Emma blinked. She'd thought it was one of her better papers.

Greg stood and walked around to place the marked-up paper in front of her. She opened the cover--and there it was: comments scribbled in the margins, entire sentences circled or crossed out. It was bleeding red ink.

As she stared at the critique, Greg's hand lightly touched hers where it rested on the page.

"You can do better," he said, his voice low and steady. "Perhaps you just need the right kind of guidance."

Emma's heart raced as he picked up her hand and moved it to his crotch. Emma didn't move her hand away and instead felt his manhood through his pants.

"Hmm good girl," Encouraged Greg as he unzipped his fly, reached into his underwear and pulled out his hard cock.

"Take it in your mouth Emma."

Emma dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth and started to suck it softly.

"Suck it properly," ordered Greg.

Emma started to suck harder holding it in her hand as she bobbed up and down. Greg grabbed her hair in a bun and started to fuck her mouth. In minutes Emma felt the head of his cock swell, he groaned and then her mouth filled with his cum.

Greg handed her a tissue from a box on the desk.

"Good girl, do the rewrite and you should get an A," Greg smiled and returned to his desk. Emma was in shock, took her paper and left.

The next day she resubmitted her paper and by the afternoon she received her "A".

A week later Greg sent Emma another text, "I'm going to a club tonight come to my place at nine-thirty."

Emma thought about it for a while and then texts back, "Okay, send me the address."

When she arrived at Greg's apartment he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and she followed him down the hall to the lounge.

On the lounge was a dress, "that's for you to wear tonight," Greg instructed.

Emma picked up the dress, it was almost totally transparent.

"In that room you can get changed, no bra no underwear," Greg pointed to a side room.

In the room Emma slipped off her clothes and slipped on the dress. Looking at her reflection in the light she could clearly see her breasts and the darkness of the hair between her legs. She returned to the lounge and Greg smiled, "You look gorgeous. Grab your bag, let's go," Greg escorted her out the door to a waiting Uber.

They arrived at the club and as they entered the doorman greeted Greg and looked Emma up and down. Emma felt exposed, almost naked.

As Emma's eyes adjusted to the bar she looked around to see couples sitting in leather lounges, a few single men at the bar. As Greg ordered a drink she noticed a couple on one lounge kissing heavily. There was a man sitting across them watching them and then she noticed the woman had a very short skirt and was wearing no underwear. The woman's partner had a finger buried in her sex.

"What sort of bar is this?" asked Emma.

Greg did not answer her but looked past her as he greeted a couple that had just walked in. A woman in her thirties, attractive thin and wearing a skin tight dress hugged Greg him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Greg introduced them as Dianne and Peter and suggested that they take a seat in the corner.

They all sat in a booth Dianne's hand rested next to Emma's leg, gently touching. Greg had his hand on Emma's other leg as they chatted and ordered some cocktails. Emma drank her cocktail a little too quickly as Greg offered to show her around. They all followed Greg down the hall.

As Emma passed the first door she saw a naked couple on stage with a small audience watching. A muscled man fucked a woman doggy style as others watched.

"Do you like to be watched?" whispered Dianne.

They moved past another room and there was a woman giving head to two men as another man sat on a lounge watching and stroking his cock. The men were naked and the woman held their impressive cocks together, as she licked and sucked them.

Dianne pressed up against Emma and her hand slowly stroked Emma's back and then her touch drifted to her bottom slightly lifting Emma's skirt. Emma watched the woman intently as one of them moaned and the woman started to swallow.

Dianne grabbed Emma's hand and led her into the next room, "we have this room booked for us."

The small lounge room contained two deep brown Chesterfield leather lounges facing each other and smelt of leather. Between the lounges sits a low timber drinks table on a Persian rug.

Dianne sat Emma on one of the lounges as the two men sat across from them. Dianne kissed Emma their lips meeting softly at first, barely brushing, as if testing the shape and feel of the other. Then, the kisses became more intense, Dianne's tongue mouth danced as Emma's lips parted.

Her hands slowly stroked Emma's body and she felt her touch travel along her thigh, spreading them. Dianne exposed her naked womanhood to the men as her fingers teased her. She unzipped the back of Emma's dress and pulled it down so she could kiss her breasts. Emma was in ecstasy as Dianne expertly licked and sucked her nipples and then gently teased her throbbing pussy. Emma opened her eyes to see the men watching as Dianne fell to the ground and spreading Emma's legs and then began to kiss and lick her sex. Dianne's slid a finger inside her as Peter stood up and walked to Emma. Peter removed Emma's dress completely, and felt the coolness of the leather against her skin.

Peter removed his shirt and pants and then began to tease Emma's nipples as Dianne sucked and kissed her wetness. Emma moaned as Dianne started to finger fuck her. Peter presented his large cock to Emma's mouth and she obliged, taking it in and sucking rigorously.

As Emma sucked Peter two men entered the room, standing and watching Emma for a moment before getting a nod from Greg. The men undressed and then started to touch Emma; she was surrounded by three men, their hands all over her.

Emma's hand reached out to one of them and she started to stroke his already hard cock. She then took turns sucking Peter and the stranger's cocks. The other man stood next to Dianne and she greeted him by taking his cock in her mouth.

Dianne stood up and removed her clothes and Emma watched as she bent over the lounge. The man moved behind her and entered her and began rigorously fucking her.

Emma's hand wandered to her swollen lips, rubbing her clit as she watched Dianne's breasts swaying as the stranger began to fuck her hard, his balls slapping on her outer lips

As Emma sucked Peter's cock the other man walked around to the front of the lounge and turned Emma over, her face pressing into the leather. She felt her pussy stretch as he pushed deep inside her. He was large and thick and filled her. Emma opened her eyes to see Greg watching from the other lounge as the man groaned, using her pussy for his pleasure.

Dianne was sucking Peter taking him down her throat. He held her hair as his large cock slide in between her mouth. He was thick and Emma watched Dianne take all of him. Peter moaned and Emma watched as Dianne swallowed his load, gagging momentarily before licking it all up.

Emma was bouncing off the leather as she reached for her clit giving herself additional pleasure. As she came again the waves ran through her body and her inner walls tightened on the man's cock, almost instantly Emma felt him grow and then release streams of cum inside her. The man groaned as he released several loads deep inside her.

Emma lay against the leather for a moment and then she felt a hand, it was Greg.

"Good girl, time to go."

The ride home was silent and Greg dropped her at her unit. Emma walked to the front door her pussy throbbing and dripping cum. She fell inside showered and slipped into bed wondering what the rest of the term would bring.