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Professor Halstead stood at the front of the lecture hall, talking about the assignment that he had just handed back. Macy was trying to listen but his words were a dull buzz in her ears.. A D? He had given her a D and a note to see him in his office that afternoon to discuss her paper and grade.

Oh my god, she thought. Had he realized that it was him she had been talking about in her paper? Was that why he had scored it like he did? Who could blame her for pulling on her thoughts of him when he looked the way that he did? Had she known professors were this hot, she'd have skipped her gap year and jumped right into classes. To be fair, he was the first to make it hard to think for her. Seriously though, she had already looked into what other classes he taught and registered for three next term.

She loved the way that he talked with his hands. She just honestly loved his hands, the thoughts that they gave her. He had large hands, long fingers, but they looked soft and she really wanted to feel them against her skin. She shook her head to clear the thought and when she looked back at him, their eyes locked for just a moment and she could have sworn the heat she felt was reflected in his sea green eyes.

Class ended and she sat for a moment longer, letting the other students clear out. She walked down the steps to where he stood. "Professor Halstead, I just wanted to check with you about meeting with you today. What time should I come by your office?"

He glanced at his watch, his arm flexing slightly as he did so. "I have some free time now, so why don't we walk on over. Then you don't have to make a special trip back to campus Miss Simmons."

She nodded, hiking her bag up onto her shoulder better as she observed him. He was packing his messenger bag with the papers on his table, and she grinned as he pushed his glasses back onto his freckled nose. God this man was a smoke show. Surely the other girls saw it too. She always wondered why there weren't more women in his class.

His voice brought her back to the moment. "Miss Simmons. I said, are you ready?"

She hadn't realized that she had gotten lost in thoughts of him and shook her head. "Sorry, yes Professor."

She followed him out the side door of the lecture hall and down a dimly lit hallway toward what she assumed would be his office. At the end of the hall he turned into the space on the left, stepping to the side to let her enter the room and then closed the door before taking his seat behind his large mahogany desk.

He motioned to the chair at her side. "Sit, please. You have the paper with you, could you take it out please?" He shuffled through his messenger bag and pulled out a copy of the paper in question. "I assume you have questions about the grade that I gave you. I don't think that you have gotten that low of a grade in my class yet, so I did want to take a moment and go over this with you."

She nodded. "Yes sir, I was wondering why I was marked so low."

He flipped through the pages in his hand, then took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I want to give you the chance to rewrite this assignment. Hopefully it will inspire you to follow the prompt more closely. You did understand the prompt I am sure, otherwise I trust that you would have contacted me to gain clarification, am I right on this?"

"Yes, Professor. I understood the prompt however, I do not feel that I have yet experienced love to be able to write on that. When asked at what moment I realized the meaning of love, I had nothing to fall back on to answer accurately. I chose to delve into the lust aspect as I do know about that feeling."

Putting his classes back on, he nodded. "While I appreciate your argument I want to remind you that love is not just a romantic notion, but can be found in many parts of our lives. It runs through our families, our passions, it can be found wherever you look. Your paper, Miss Simmons, reads like a Harlequin novel in a sense. This could all be taken in a way that could cause trouble to some." He went on to tell her how he was impressed with her writing ability, as always, but that he was disappointed at her lack of attempt to stick to the assignment.

"Why don't you come around here and sit? Then I can show you specific points that stand out in your work." He motioned for her to come around to his side of the desk and when she did, he grabbed her waist and sat her on his desk, spreading her legs eagerly. He was surprised to see that she hadn't worn panties to the meeting with him, but if the gleam in his eyes was any indication he didn't mind the missing garment at all.

"Professor Halstead, I'm sure this is frowned upon, right?"

"Only if it's found out. I can trust that you won't be telling anyone that I'm about to fuck your brains out, right?"

Her breath caught in her chest and she nodded, biting her lip. "Yes Professor, you can trust me." Her eyes fluttered as his strong, big hands ran up her thighs, squeezing at her.

"I notice you, every week, sitting there in the center of the room. You seem to pay attention. After reading the paper you handed in though, I feel like it's not the lessons that get your attention on the teacher." He nipped at the skin of her neck, running his tongue on her skin. "Miss Simmons, is it safe to assume that you feel an over abundance of lust for your Professor?"

Her head fell back and she sighed as he kissed her neck. "Very safe assumption." She let her hands grip at his shoulders, holding onto him.

"You didn't wear panties Miss Simmons… do you do that often, or was this a special occasion?" He let his hand run up her inner thigh as he spoke to her, gliding ever closer to her center. When she started to speak he silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shhh, don't tell me. Let me think it's special," he chuckled.

He let his lips crush against hers, just as his fingers found her wet core. She gasped as he slid two fingers into her, thrusting without thought. She moaned against his lips, savoring the way he felt fingering her at a steady pace, touching her innermost parts. She felt him spread his fingers within her and move them deeply. Her moans fell from her like rain fell from the sky

"You have to be quiet, you don't want this to stop, do you?" She shook her head no and bit her lip. "That's a good girl," he chuckled as his free hand gripped her breast beneath her shirt. He squeezed the mound in his hand, pinching at her nipples. He loved the way that they hardened with his attention.

Her body was on fire and she moved with his fingers, softly moaning. She wondered if he often seduced his students, lured them to this office to defile their bodies. Instantly she knew that she didn't care at all, she just wanted to feel this, experience him. Her grade be damned she just wanted to feel him work her body.

"Oh jesus that feels so good Professor Halstead."

His hands pushed at her shirt, lifting it and her bra at once. His lips found her hard nipple and he took it between his teeth, letting his tongue flick over it. He moaned when her back arched, bringing her more into his mouth. Her body rocked against his hand, encouraging his motions. He hard cock strained at his jeans and he groaned.

She heard his belt as he unhooked it, moaned as she felt him lower his pants with his free hand. She wanted to see him, to see if his cock was as perfect as the rest of him, but with him suckling at her breast she couldn't. When she felt him start to jerk at himself she moaned. Every fantasy that she had was coming to realization right now in this office.

Her inner walls began to clench and tighten around his fingers and he upped his pace. The friction that he was creating had her panting at his touch. She knew she would cum soon, and she only hoped that it would lead to him inside of her. She gripped at his back, her body arching and her breath coming in short gasps. Her toes were curling in her shoes and she felt herself soak his fingers with her orgasm. Burying her head in his shoulder she moaned out his name.

"Such a good girl Macy Simmons. So good. But I think it's time to find out just how good you are..." he said pulling his fingers from her. "Open your mouth and suck your juices from my fingers, gorgeous."

He set his fingers at her lips and moaned deep in the back of throat when she took them into her mouth, letting her tongue circle back and forth between the two fingers he fed her, sucking herself from him. His other hand continued to jerk at his hard shaft.

"Professor, I want you to be inside me, please!"

He rubbed the head of his cock on her clit and then up and down the length of her, wetting himself with her desire. He pressed into her as he pulled her to the edge of his desk. As he entered her tight pussy he muttered a low "Fuck." His right hand braced on her lower stomach as he started to slowly pump himself in and out of her, getting faster every thrust. She felt so damn good around him and he let himself give in to the feeling.

She felt him fill her body up with his huge shaft, felt her body stretching to take him in. She moaned, biting her lip trying not to be so loud. Her legs went around his waist, her body moving with his.

"Professor! Oh my god! YES!" She felt her nails scratching at his back through his shirt. Her head was falling back her eyes were rolling in her head and the pleasure that he was giving her she had never known before.

He pounded into her. Her nails on his back urged him deeper into her tight cunt. "Fuck Macy. You're so tight. You feel so damn good!" His hands gripped at her hips, holding her in place as he roughly took her.

She felt herself throbbing around him. Her breath was shallow, pants escaping her lips. Her thighs began to tremble and she tightened around him, hugging his cock tighter than she had been. She heard him grit his teeth, uttering a curse in pleasure.

She was panting and felt herself peaking, her core tightening, burning. Her orgasm bursting through her body like an ocean of fire.

"Damn that's it, wet my cock Miss Simmons. FUCK!"

He gave her a few more hard and powerful thrusts and jerked himself from her center, stroking himself. He sat back in his chair, and pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees and suck me off pretty girl."

She smiled and sank to her knees, taking him in her hand. "Yes Professor." She smiled at him as she licked at his tip, tasting his salty yet sweet precum. His eyes were blown fully with arousal, she looked up at him through her lashes and took him in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged. "Mmmm" she hummed against his tip and felt him twitch in her mouth. She couldn't take him all in her mouth so she let her hand stroke him as she sucked. Her lips gripped him, and she pumped him into her mouth. She was still so wet and she pressed her thighs together. When she let her teeth graze his length she heard his breath hiss from between his teeth.

His hand tangled in her hair and he held her head in place, thrusting into her mouth. "That mouth feels so damn good. Suck it baby! Fuck! I'm gonna shoot in your mouth is that okay?"

She nods looking up at him as she let her tongue and teeth work at him. When he started to get frantic with his thrusts, holding her head in place and hitting her throat with short staccato pumps she knew he was about to cum. She tightened her lips around him and gripped his base more firmly with her hand, pumping him in time with his thrusts.

"Jesus," He hissed. "Fuck!" He let go, his thick load shooting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she felt it slide down.

"Mmm" she moaned still milking him with her mouth.

"Miss Simmons? Macy! Are you paying attention at all?" Professor Halstead said from his side of the desk. "Are you okay? Do I need to call the nurse? You've zoned out pretty good there."

She blinked and she was still in her seat, on her side of the desk. She felt her face flush with color and she looked down at her hands. "I apologize, Professor. I was um, well I was just thinking about um, about the paper and how you're right, sir. I didn't follow the prompt."

"I would say that it isn't so much as you didn't follow it, rather that you took liberties with it in a way that didn't meet my class standards. You have three days to get me the assignment for full credit. After those three days, I will deduct points from the grade as I see fit. Let's not do this again, okay? You're a good student."

She nodded again, feeling the wetness between her legs. "Yes, I understand. I'll get that to you soon." She stood and said goodbye, walking out of his office, her face still flushed from her fantasy about the man in that office.