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College Professor

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The fall semester of my sophomore year I decided I wanted to try a notoriously hard professor. His class was easy to get into, because not many people chose him. Most were forced into his class because it was the only class with available spots. After the first couple weeks, most people dropped. The rumor was that no one had even gotten an A in his class before. I doubted that, but after the first exam, I was starting to believe it. I studied for two weeks straight, and barely got a C. There were five students left in the class after that. I was stubborn though, and refused to drop.

Anyway, my story starts after lecture one day. I wanted to talk to him about some material he covered, but wasn't able to meet him right after class. Instead, I had to run some errands and then go back to his office about an hour later.

I walked into the classroom. His office was through a door in the back of the room. As I walked to the door, I heard some strange noises. I heard heaving breathing, some soft grunts, and some other odd noises. This was an old university, so naturally the doors were old too. On the doors, they have those large keyholes. The doorknob itself has an actual modern keyhole on it, but they school kept the old door and keyhole.

I thought he was having sex with someone in there, which would have been pretty controversial because he was married. She's visited him during lecture a couple times to bring him lunch and coffee. I peeked through the keyhole, ready to catch him in the act. At the time, I wasn't particularly aroused, but I was feeling pretty excited.

I got a perfect view of his office. He was sitting on chair, facing the door. He was rubbing his dick furiously with his right hand, his left was holding up a folded porno magazine. He wasn't having sex at all, he was whacking it! Instead of finding this hilarious, I found it extremely hot. I wasn't sure why. He wasn't the most unattractive person in the world, but he wasn't a god by any means. He was about fifty, with the grey in hair just starting to show. He was always clean shaved and had a wardrobe consisting of only button up silk shirt and ties, with black slacks. Now that his shirt was unbuttoned, I could see his chest, which was surprisingly toned. It wasn't chiseled, but the evidence of working out could clearly be seen. Even more surprising was the monster that he was working. I could easily see that he could easily fit two hands on it if he wanted to, but the real wonder was how thick it was. It looked like he could barely wrap his hand around it.

I was rock hard under my jeans. This confused me, but I couldn't stop watching him. He was rubbing the monster very fast. He grunted and sighed. His closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He grunted one last time before three ropes of cum burst out of the monster. Some of it landed on the magazine, but most landed on the floor some feet in front of him. He milked the last few drops out of it before he tossed the magazine into his desk and began to button up his shirt.

As he buttoned his shirt his eye shifted to the keyhole. His eyes connected to my eye peeking through the hole. I panicked and backed away from the door. I was about to sprint out of there, when I heard him say something through the door.

'Who's there?' he said.

I wasn't sure if I should answer. I awkwardly stood there, in front of his door. If I was thinking clearly, I would have continued running, but for some reason I didn't.

His door opened a few moments later and he stepped into the classroom. His shirt was half buttoned up, his belt undone. Even thought I was a couple feet away, I could smell his musky scent of his office and his body. The scent was extremely arousing.

'Mr. Edwards?' He said. I could hear the shock and embarrassment in his voice. 'What are you doing here?'

I felt my face fill with blood. 'I'm sorry, I wanted to discuss some material with you... I can come back another time, if you were busy grading or something.' I tried to pretend I hadn't watched.

He cleared his throat and looked at me. His eyes scanned me up and down. I thought I saw him stare for a second at my crotch, but I chalked it up to my horniness. I looked down and realized I was still hard. Had he noticed?

'Right, some material. Well, I'm not busy, would you like to discuss it now?'

His reply shocked me, but I nodded and entered his office. He shut the door behind me. The smell was incredible. I looked at the floor where I saw his cum fall, but it was gone. There was a dirty shirt

on the ground under his desk.

I had my back turned to him as I faced his office. I turned to face him. He was staring at me. His pants were around his ankles. His half buttoned shirt was on the floor. The monster dick I saw earlier was hanging, only semi-hard between his legs. I gasped.

'I know you watched, Mr. Edwards. You got quite the show.'

I nodded, unsure what to say.

'Did you enjoy it?'

I nodded again.

'My wife and I have been going through a rough patch these past couple years, so this is where I let off some steam. I'm sure you do it too, don't you?'

I swallowed, and tore my gaze of his cock. I looked at him in the eyes. His eye contact was fierce, but inviting. It was like he had a natural seducing charm just oozing out of him. 'Yessir.'

'Masturbating is great, but its a pretty lonely sport.' He stepped out of his pants and walked to just inches in front of me. He placed his hands on my pants button. 'Do you agree?'

He never stopped eye contact. He seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. I was extremely nervous and unsure, but I said, 'Yessir.'

He undid my pants and pushed them and my unwear down. He slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, keeping eye contact. He dropped my shirt to the floor, and then did the same to his.

His masculine smell overwhelmed my senses. I was rock hard, but he was only semi.

'I can see you're ready, Mr. Edwards, but I'm not yet, so we'll just take care of you first.' He said. He grabbed my waist firmly and backed my into his chair. He kneeled in front of me. He placed his hand my the base of my dick. He slowly twisted up the shaft, and then back down. 'Do you like this?' I nodded, afraid I would yell if I spoke.

With his other hand, he massaged the inside of my thigh. It found its way to my balls, where he twisted and tugged on them. As his twists reached my head, he would place his lips just centimeters away from it and spit. He teased the idea of sucking it, but he never did. I'm not sure how long passed, but the time flew by. I exploded as a burst of pleasure shot through me. It was breathtaking. I had no idea where my cum landed, because he made me look him in the eyes the entire time leading up to my climax, and then wouldn't let me break eye contact afterwards until I was completely done.

I was about to speak, when he placed his finger on my lips. He prevented me from standing, and grabbed my dick again. Even though it had began to go soft, he continued to twist up, spit, and then twist down. It wasn't long before he was leading me into back-to-back orgasms. He let me sit and pant for some time afterwards, before he said, 'I'm ready now, Mr. Edwards. See what I did to you? Think you can do it to me?'

I nodded and stood from the chair. He smiled at me warmly and sat down. I kneeled in front of him and placed my hand around the monster. My hand barely fit. 'You're huge.' He chuckled and thanked me. I began the technique he showed, twisting up his long shaft, spitting on his throbbing head, and then twisting back down. He grunted and moaned, but he didn't sound satisfied. I placed my other hand on the monster, and twisted it the opposite way as my other hand, as both went up and down. Instantly I could hear the difference in his noises. He even said, 'Oh yeah, Mr. Edwards, there you go.'

I was doing this for a long time, but I never once got bored. He told me to increase my speed after while. So I went at insistently. He eventually grabbed my head by my hair and held it front of the monster as he came. The cum hit my face as he sighed.

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He used the dirty shirt from under his desk to wipe his dick off, and then my face. He smiled at me and helped me get dressed. This entire time I noticed he was very kind and helpful, yet liked to be in control and show he was in control.

We exchanged just a few words before we both turned to leave. He could tell I was slightly awkward, because it was the first time I had ever done that with a man, let alone my teacher. As I was about to open the door, he grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. He was still behind me as he reached around undid my pants once again. He pushed my underwear to my thighs and pumped away at my dick. I came on the door in front of me shortly after, shaking at my knees, but he held me up. He whispered in my ear, 'One last time.' He stood behind me and waited for me button up. He left my mess on the door and locked it behind him.

We separated outside the classroom, because student parking and teacher parking were on the opposites of the campus.

The next week in class he acted as if nothing happened. He did not grade my papers any differently, he did not treat me any differently, or anything. I didn't think much of it. After class was over, he announced that I should see him in his office because of my grade on the exam. As the rest of the students left, I walked into his office.

He told me to close the door behind me. He looked at me, with a blank stare. 'What are you waiting for?' he said.

'I'm sorry?'

He smiled. 'You went first last time, so its only fair I go first, this time, right?' He pushed his pants to his knees.

'I'm confused..'

'Don't be,' He said. 'I respect my job too much let this interfere with it, you understand. That doesn't mean we can't have some fun a couple times a week, does it?'

Those words pretty much summed up the next few semesters of college. I sacrificed my GPA for some fun. But it was a lot of fun.



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