Harrison

Kohler Wood is my psychology professor. He enjoys making people feel stupid and enjoys eating my pussy and fucking me silly on the side. I wonder if he can be my new fuck buddy for the year?

Prologue: A two-date, two-night stand

All I can think as I am lying next to him is how I want him to touch me, to turn me over and kiss me like he’s never kissed anyone before. I want him to continue to lick my pussy and plunge his dick into me.

But sadly, he does none of this.

He continues to lay next to me oblivious to my wants and needs and tries to sleep. I say to myself he is only like this because of our age difference, maybe he is only satisfied with one round which means he is an inconsiderate bastard. How dare he get me so utterly wet that my thighs are soaked, and my wetness starts to form a puddle on the sheets. Fuck him. I lay there and play what just happened over in my mind, how he slid his fingers inside of me, making my stomach clench and my pussy grow wetter with every teasing stroke as I ache for him to be inside me. I think about how I pull at his hair while we exchange slow and hungry kisses. But most of all I think about how good it felt for him to be plunging himself in and out of me as I tighten around him. How I scream and moan embarrassingly at every stroke, touch, and lick. I remember how he seems to become drunk with desire as he looks at his dick sinking deep inside me. I love that part of him, the way his eyes change when he looks at me, glazed over like I am the only thing he can think about. I roll over to look at him.

He is one very sexy man.

I think the first thing I noticed when I met him was how his eyes seemed to change color every time I looked at him.

I have a thing for eyes.

The second thing I noticed was whenever I looked into those eyes and he would take a step towards me I felt the sudden urge to get down on my knees and suck him off right then and there. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth thinking of the horror if people watched and of all the mothers reaching to cover their children’s eyes. How both our managers wouldn’t have been happy with us, and I use the word happy very loosely. I roll back over facing the wall and nonchalantly scoot away from him hoping he might come closer to me, but he doesn’t. And so I wait, trying to get a little rest until it is time for me to go. This is the worst part I think, the waiting. I miss just talking to him like we did before all of this happened. But I guess that’s what you can expect to happen when you have sex with someone you barely know.

“What time do you need to be back home,” he says in a soft voice full of sleep.

“Twelve,” I reply, trying not to convey anything unusual in my tone. This is one of the reasons I hate men. I told him what I wanted, and maybe that wasn’t the smart thing to do, but I have no clue how he feels about me or what he wants from me or if he even wants this to go anywhere. All I want is for him to be inside me and maybe the occasional Perkins “date.” I do not expect him to invite me to Thanksgiving or Christmas, I do not expect him to remember my birthday or introduce me to his friends.

He is not mine, nor will he ever be.

Which kind of sucks because he’s not half bad, except for his communication skills and the ability to piss me off without caring about how I feel. It doesn’t even matter if we never spoke at all and the only thing we did was have sex, because this very sexy man has fucked me in a way that no one else has, and I’m not ready to give that up. You can’t just expect for a girl to go away if you're fucking her the way this man does.

Right?

Chapter 1 (Part One) The Lecture

“Can anyone tell me the five stages of the sleep cycle?” Professor Kohler said as he walked around his desk with an expectant expression on his face.

“Anybody?” His face fell as he leaned against the desk and proceeded to fold his arms. I rolled my eyes, and for whatever reason, took it upon myself to raise my hand. He calls on me with a surprised expression on his face. I never answer questions in class but today I was feeling reckless.

“Yes Ms. Ryae,” he smirks. I roll my eyes and proceed to answer his question correctly.

“NREM 1, NREM 2, NREM 3, NREM 4, and REM.” But seeing that he was about to interrupt me I say, “However NREM 3 and NREM 4 have been combined, so there are really only four stages of sleep.” I look directly at him and smirk. He however, doesn’t smile or give me any praise except to say, “Correct.” Mr. Wood pushes off from the desk and continues on with the lesson.

The clock finally turned to 1:35, which signaled the end of class, but before I had even touched my things to put them in my bag, Professor Kohler said, “Ms. Ryae please see me after class in my office.” I shot daggers at him. What right did he have to hold me after class? I had places to be, things to do, Game of Thrones episodes to catch up on. I glared at him as I got up from my seat shoved all my things into my bag and followed after him to his office.

Professor Kohler wasn’t a terrible looking man from behind.

Part Two: The Spanking

“Have a seat," he said pointing at the chair in front of his desk. He took of his satchel and hung it from a dark wooden coat rack in the far-right corner of his office. I, being as stubborn as I am, refused to sit and instead looked at all the things in his office. He had a small bookcase in the middle of the right side of his office that I was immediately drawn to. I ran my fingers across the spines of the books until I found one that seemed interesting, and I pulled it out. It had a blue cover, but there wasn’t a title, so I flipped it open and was immediately surprised by some very erotic photos.

I laughed, “Is this what you do when no one is looking professor?” I looked up to see him standing right next to me, his chest only a view inches from touching my arm.

He took the book out of my hand and said, “You wouldn’t know anything about this.” He put the book back where I found it and sat on the corner of his desk, hands in his pockets, to face me.

“And what does that mean?” I crossed my arms.

“It means that you’ve probably never had sex before, and even if you had, it probably wasn’t any good.” He smirked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have had sex before, and I’m sure it was a lot better than what you have to offer.”

[Why am I telling him this?]

He chuckled, “I highly doubt that Ms. Ryae. Besides, you wouldn’t be able to seduce me even if I did offer.” He got up and turned to go around his desk to sit in his chair.

[You piece of shit]

I grabbed his sleeve and turned him around to face me, then I did something very stupid.

I grabbed his dick.

His eyes went wide. “Is this what you want Professor?” I smirked. I felt him twitch underneath my touch, and when he didn’t push me off, I somehow grew even bolder. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his length and looked down.

He was hard.

I whimpered, my hand still gripping him, and looked up to meet his eyes, which were hard and cold.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked calmly, as if he wasn’t standing in his office with his dick hanging out. I took a step closer to him and ran my hand down his chest slowly, feeling every dip and ridge in his hard muscles. I started to slowly stroke him when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me hard towards him so that I slammed into his chest, his dick somehow fitting perfectly between my lips. His other hand reached up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“I said, what do you think you’re doing?” I was surprised by the softness of his tone and the way his thumb started to make a trail along my bottom lip.

“Fucking you,” I replied, trying my best to exude confidence. He chuckled.

[Did this prick just laugh at me?]

I refused to move even though that act unhinged my confidence levels. He let his hand trail down my neck onto my shoulder and down my back all the way down to my ass. He leaned in close to my ear and proceeded to grab me very hard, causing me to moan involuntarily, and whispered, “You’re doing a shitty job of it.” At this I made an attempt to get free of his grasp but he held me tight. He chuckled again, “Do you want me to fuck you Ms. Ryae?”

“Yes,” I said without thinking.

He moved his hand around to the front of my skirt and slipped a finger into my underwear and then inside of me. He fingered me slowly using his palm to press up against my clit. I felt my legs almost give out, so I wrapped my arms around him and put my fingers in his hair. He groaned in response. Using the hand still gripping my right arm, he turned me around and bent me over his desk and removed my thong in one swift motion.

“Stay,” he said, and leaning over me to reach into his drawer, he pulled out a condemn.

[At least he’s being safe]

I heard the rip of plastic and suddenly felt a pressure at my entrance. I moaned again.

“Do you think that you can be quiet while I fuck you Ms. Ryae?”

[Definitely not]

“Yes Sir,” I replied, backing my ass up against him, trying to get his tip inside me. And at this, he slapped my ass so hard that I almost bit my tongue to keep from screaming.

“None of that,” he grumbled, sounding angry.

“Sorry sir,” I said, close to tears as my ass cheek stung.

“Good girl,” he replied, and I was rewarded by two fingers slowly sliding inside me. I could hear how wet I was when he pulled them out. “My, my, my, we are ready for me aren’t we?”

“Please,” I whimpered.

Finally, he obliged. He grabbed my waist and pushed himself into me.

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