The Bad Professor and the Good Girl

The Bad Professor and the Good Girl

It was late when Bianca went to her professor's office, but she knew he'd be there.

He'd been there the last three nights when she'd come to him to pick his brain on her thesis. He was so patient with her, which just made her annoyed, mostly. She wanted him to snap at her or tell her to get out of his office. Something. Anything. Any bit of emotion would make it feel like he felt something toward her.

But he was a patient man.

Tonight, she would test his boundaries.

Bianca was going to have him do dirty things to her, all in the name of research. And he wouldn't be able to tell her no.

She paused at his door, at the end of a long hallway, and took a breath. The moon hung high in the tall window at the end of the hall. Clouds sat backlit by the bright orb.

Bianca knocked softly.

"Come in," came a gruff voice.

God, his voice was so smooth and gruff. It made her tremble just thinking about it. He never raised it, but always spoke with that calm tone.

She pushed in, pulling her blouse, a silky dark blue button down, flat against her breasts. Her pants were dark gray slacks that hugged her curves nicely. She couldn't wait to show him what she wore beneath them.

Her hair, the long, brunette color that it was, had been tied into a ponytail. He'd complimented her once on it. She would use it against him.

Professor Marcus Bradford stood behind his desk, his short brown hair a mess, reading a paper he held in one hand.

He wore a light gray, somewhat baggy suit that showed an athletic frame. He'd undone the top button and pulled the tie out a little. It was a good look.

"Hello, Professor," she said, coming to stand behind one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He didn't glance up. "How are you, Bianca? More homework?"

"Not the homework tonight. I need help with my thesis."

Professor Bradford pointed to the chairs in front of his desk. "Sit, I'm just finishing up this paper. Then we can talk."

Bianco sat, dropping her book bag on the floor. God, he frustrated her. Making her wait like this. As if he didn't notice how she was dressed. How she'd put her hair up.

She watched his dark blue eyes rove the words on the paper. The veins in his neck as he puzzled over it. His lips as he mouthed certain phrases.

Bianca squirmed in her chair. The room had suddenly become very hot.

And he was torturing her.

One of the windows behind him was open and she could hear distant music drifting through. His walls were covered in paintings. The kind that boggled her mind. Some from ancient Greece and others from renaissance. His bookshelf held many classics and many of which she'd never even heard. He was so odd, and it drove her mad.

Somehow this man was unmarried.

Without her realizing, he was talking to her. "Bianca, Bianca, what did you need help with?"

"Oh, umm, sorry, Professor. I was hoping you'd help me with my thesis. There are a couple of parts I'm just not sure how to proceed with."

He nodded and rolled up his sleeves. She wasn't sure why he did it just then, but he did, and she watched as he showed her his vascularity.

She sucked in a quick breath and continued, "I'm not sure what to do about the biological response to stimuli."

He was looking at her now. "Not sure how?"

"Well, I need to understand how the sensations relate to the brain and heart. What triggers those? What are the immediate responses?"

"Why haven't you done lab research?" he asked, as if she was a total idiot. Of course, she had. But she wanted to use him.

"I was hoping you'd help me with the... well, the technicalities," she explained. "You know, like how should the experiments work? Which places bring out the best results?"

"Which places?" he asked, sitting back in his chair and looking at her.

His eyes were quizzical.

Bianca nodded. "You know, on the body." She leaned forward. "Give me your hand."

He smiled, "I think you could find several subjects who'd like to test this with you. It is a college campus after all."

She gave him a little smile. "I'd rather have a learned person help me with this. Most of them aren't so in tune with their bodies. I need someone to describe to me exactly what it feels like, you know."

He opened his mouth, then closed it.

"Here, professor, just give me your hand, I'll show you what I mean."

Rather reluctantly, he leaned forward, and Bianca took his hand in hers. He was warm and the shock of it against her sent shivers through her body. Her fingers traced the veins...

"I just need to know how certain things are feeling. Like when I do this."

Bianca traced a circle around his palm.

"Or this."

She did more circles on the underside of his wrist. All while staring into his eyes. He swallowed and Bianca knew she was close to having him.

Leaning forward, she said, "How does that feel?"

He gave her a small smile, showing her the whites of his perfect teeth. "It feels like a burst of warm air. I'm getting goosebumps but they only go up my arms," he mused. "No further."

"See, that is what I need to know," Bianca said, smiling. "That's perfect."

She rose, stooped, and pulled out her notebook, taking down what he'd said. "Thank you for this, Professor. It's very helpful. Can I try another on you?"

He didn't look particularly happy about it, but he nodded. "Where this time..."

Bianca came around his desk, and when she was just turned enough for him not to see, she popped a button on her blouse, letting the curves of her breasts come through just a little bit.

He turned in his chair as she came around, but she shook her head. "Face forward, please, Professor."

With a small sigh, he turned to face forward. Bianca placed her hands on his shoulders for a second, feeling the muscles that hid beneath the folds of his clothing. She was trying to figure out how to get him out of those.

Her hands went up and up to his temples and she slowly rubbed them. "The temples..." she said quietly.

The professor stiffened slightly but allowed her.

"How does that feel?"

"Very... relaxing. I find myself wanting to close my eyes when you do that."

"Good," she all but purred.

Her hands fell, almost of their own volition, to his neck, where she proceeded to rub his shoulders. Just beneath his collar line.

He sank back into her, and she smelled him. Oakwood and ink and sweaty musk. It intoxicated her.

Leaning over, with heat growing to unbearable levels inside her, she let her head fall to his ear and before she could get control of herself, she was lightly kissing it...

"Bianca," he moaned. "Bianca, is this..."

"All part of the... study... Professor..."

His ear lobe tasted like candy and her tongue was fumbling around it.

She pressed her breasts against his back and then her lips were on his neck. "How... does... that... feel... Professor?" she asked between her lickings.

"Bianca, please..." he said, breathless. "Your thesis."

"I'm studying..." she said. Her hands had drifted down his chest, over his shirt. "How does it feel?"

"Good but we shouldn't be doing this..."

Her hands dipped under his shirt, and he was shuddering against her touch. His skin was so warm... and his well-muscled chest firm under her hands.

The heat between her legs was almost too much, standing was too much... her legs were shaking. She spun him around.

His cheeks were flushed and his chest all but heaving. He was shaking his head. "We can't... we can't..."

Bianca fell into his lap, putting her ass on his crotch and her legs over one of his thighs. She could feel how hard he was. It was like a solid rock jutting out.

"I know, Professor. But this is just for my thesis. You're helping me..."

"Helping you... study..." he said, her lips just below his neck.

Her hands were fumbling for his buttons, undoing his shirt while she rubbed against his groin. "I just need to see how you respond..."

Her teeth nibbled on his chest, at the hair and muscle.

His cock flexed.

Finally, finally, his hands found her ass and he was squeezing. She let out a loud moan and slumped against him. That was all it took. His response... finally...

But she didn't try to kiss him. That would break the spell of the moment, she knew. It had to stay professional until... well, until he bent her over the desk and took her.

Bianca couldn't handle the wait.

She slid off him to the floor, his hands tracing her body, her breasts, and her neck. She came face to face with his bulge. It pressed against the fabric like a snake waiting to be released.

Bianca licked her lips.

Propping herself up on her knees, she kissed his stomach. "Tell me how it feels, Professor. Please, it's for my research."

She was teasing him now and a small smile played on his lips. "Can't you see what you're doing to me?"

"I need to hear it from you," she pressed.

"Your touch is so soft. Your lips feel like rose petals. You smell like honey..."

Bianca moaned and tore at his belt... then his buttons and zipper. She could see the top of his pubic hair. The dark bush.

"What else..."

"Your touch is like fire on my skin. It burns and yet..."

He lost his thought as she kissed the base of his cock. It was thick, so thick...

But she would torture him just as he had her. He moved her hands away from his crotch and she moaned.

"We have to test you some more..."

Taking one of his hands, she began to suck on his fingers. One by one... very slowly... swirling her tongue around them.

"And this?" she asked, moving to his thumb. "How does this feel?"

"Amazing, Bianca. I think I'm going to explode."

"Explode? Professor, we're barely even started."

She dropped his hand and, while looking him in the eyes, pulled his silky underwear down to reveal his cock. Had she not wanted to hold his eye contact, she would have stared at the big member with a slack jawed expression. It was huge. At least the size of her forearm.

Her hands stroked it, very slowly at first, keeping eye contact, then slightly faster.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Use your words, Professor."

"You are driving me mad."

"Good," she purred.

Then she began to lick him. On the balls, sucking up their musk with her tongue. She could barely fit them in her mouth.

Bianca would take her time here. Making sure each stroke of her hand tortured him further. The veins in his neck were like tight ropes.

She then dragged her tongue up his shaft, flicking it off the tip of cock. It traced the dark veins over and over, each time playing with the bulbous purple head. He was dying, the moans like guttural sounds.

Wetness ran down Bianca's leg and she had to take a breath, putting his cock alongside her face for a second. Its slick moistness coating her skin.

When at last she began to suck him, it was just the head. For a full minute she did this.

Only when he moaned her name did she take more.

Bianca knew how to suck, too. And well. She prided herself on it. Taking as much as she could and dragging her skin up with her hand. Stroking and stroking.

Her grip was tight, and she liked to see him squirm under it.

Every once in a while, she'd stop to kiss his thighs. Just to give him and break.

"Have you had enough, Professor?" she asked, the tip of his cock dancing near her lips.

"No," he said, his voice throaty.

"Good... but I have to take down the notes."

She rose, her legs unsteady but she was quick to put a hand on the desk. She grabbed her notebook and bent over, writing.

He rose from his seat, his eyes like a laser beam on her. She could feel their hungry gaze.

One of his powerful hands gripped her waist and slid around to rub her ass. "You are a good student. One of my favorites."

She smiled. Of course she was.

"I feel like I'd been tricked," he continued.

Bianca raised an eyebrow. "This is purely research."

"Good."

His hands undid her pants as she continued to try and write, though most of her words were nonsensical.

The Professor growled hungrily when her pants slid down over her ass. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "You're perfect, Bianca."

Her squeal was of utter delight.

His hands traced her skin, over the firmness of her ass and down between her legs. She shuddered when his fingers traced her pussy.

"You're very wet," he said.

"For you," she said simply.

He pulled her legs out, adjusting her. But whereas she expected him to enter her, she instead felt him kissing her ass. Nibbling on it. Leaving little marks. And he was spreading her cheeks, kissing in between them. Then his tongue licked her ass and down to her pussy...

She slumped against the desk.

His tongue played inside her and then down to her clit. "How does that feel, Bianca?" he asked, teasing her.

"Good, Professor," she moaned.

Then he continued to lick her until she was a shaking mess. She came twice under his tongue and would have again if he hadn't let up and stood.

"You are a good student..." he said again. "I'd like to know how you respond to this..."

He spanked her. Lightly, but firmly.

"I like it," she said. "Please..."

"You're a good student, a good girl, aren't you?"

The spanking echoed in his tall office.

"Yes, professor."

Her legs shook and he hadn't even been inside her. She wanted him so badly. So badly...

He obliged her a moment later when she felt his cock at her entrance. Bianca moaned loudly but she didn't care.

"You want this?" he asked, one of his hands digging into her waist.

"So bad."

He gave her the tip.

It spread her pussy so well. It was so big...

"So big," she told him, almost pleading.

"You can take it though," he told her. "You're a good student."

"I can."

He slid into her completely, giving her his whole, throbbing cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to fuck her.

She had to prop herself on her elbows just to breathe. It sucked the air right out of her. Like being speared by a big, warm punch.

"Thank you," she said.

He was spreading her pussy so good she could barely think.

"This is research," he told her. "You're a good student."

She took his cock like that for a long time, and he toyed with her, going slowly, then quickly. Giving her only the tip or just flexing it while it was inside her.

When he flipped her over, he undid her blouse quickly, though he took a moment to see how her nipples were pressed against the fabric. She hadn't worn a bra either.

He was hungry when he finally got her naked, and his hands squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples.

But still, they didn't kiss.

It was research.

His mouth consumed her left breasts, the smallish things that they were, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She squirmed like a puppet under him, vying only for more of his cock inside her. She couldn't get enough, just as he couldn't get enough of her pussy.

"Inside," she told him.

He slid his big cock into her, and she locked her legs around him.

"Off," she told him, pointing to his shirt.

He did as he was told and she stared at his hairy, muscular form. He splayed her open there on his desk like she was nothing more than a ragdoll. He slammed into her, her hands gripping her tits firmly.

She moaned like a wild animal.

"Play with yourself," he told her.

Bianca did, watching his thick cock slid in and out of her.

She took her time, seeing how he liked to see her do this. Finally, she came on his cock, shaking in terrible pleasure. Her eyes shut hard, and he let her orgasm roll through her.

"Good girl," he told her.

"Thank you, professor."

He lifted her up then, his cock still inside her, and walked them to the small couch along the wall. Sitting down, he made her ride him while he sucked on her nipples.

"Where do you need me to cum?" he asked. "For the research?"

She giggled. "On my tits."

He grunted his approval and said, "Then get on your knees, Bianca."

She slid to the floor, her chest heaving, her pussy throbbing.

"Use your mouth," he told her.

"Use my mouth," she retorted. "For the research."

Fierce hunger burned in his face, and he smiled. His hands grasped her head, moving to undo the ponytail. Her hair fell around her, and his hands settled.

The professor made her lick his balls first, directing her. "Tongue out," he told her, and she complied.

She went at him just as hungrily as he did her. His balls roamed her tongue, her cheeks, and her face. He pulled her away eventually and said, "Spit."

She did and the thing became a messy affair.

Up and down his shaft with just her tongue, he used her. When finally, he made her choke on his cock, she could tell he was struggling not to cum. It took only half a minute of him fucking her mouth, of her gagging, to make him shake.

His hands fell away, and she grabbed his cock, directing it toward her tits. Her back arched and she stroked...

Cum spurted out of his cock like a fountain, great white folds coming out of the large head. Bianca watched it, enraptured as the cum flung itself onto her skin and stuck to the curves of her breasts.

She directed it to her nipples, covering them.

The Professor could barely watch, the pleasure was too much for him.

When finally, he stopped cumming, and only small dribbles oozed out of him, Bianca leaned forward and sucked it off.

"Research," was all she said to his surprised glance.

He smirked then, letting his head loll back onto the edge of the couch.

"Research," he confirmed.

They said little as they dressed. It had all been said already, with their bodies. Words would do them no good.

Bianca put her shirt on over the cum, opting to let it stain the blouse if necessary. It was warm still and she liked the feeling.

Only when she picked up her bag did the Professor come over to her and kiss her on the forehead. "You're a good student," he whispered.

She smiled and left the office, thinking of how his cum would be on her all the way back to her apartment.