Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Submitting To Professor Kent Ch. 02

... neared the edge. I mash my lips together to keep from moaning out loud and close my eyes for the briefest of moments. When I opened them, he was gone.

Where is he? Where’s the Professor?

I realized too late that the older man was walking a circle around the room. He was directly behind me.

“Stephanie,” Professor Kent’s gravel voice boomed behind me. “Why don’t you read the paragraph at the bottom of the page.”

Stephanie, the girl who sat immediately to my right, cleared her throat and started to read as the orgasm rocked a tremor through my body. I leaned forward, feeling Professor Kent’s body heat and presence looming behind me, looking down on me. My hair fell forward, draping my face, and I allowed it to hide my bright red cheeks and pained face as the orgasm wouldn’t stop.

Between Stephanie’s words, as she read, I heard a muted sound of fabric rubbing together. It was the sound of me squirting in my jeans.

Oh god!

Parting my lips, my face hung inches off my open curriculum book as I screamed in silence, and a drop of drool ran over my lips and fell to my page.

“Good,” Professor Kent said when Stephanie had finished, and I started to breathe again.

Looking up from my book, I felt a swell of heat flood my face as I saw Stephanie to my side, shooting suspicious glances my way. She looked at me like I was a freak.

Because you are! You are a horny slut who can’t control herself even in the middle of class!

The rest of the students in the ...

... classroom seemed none the wiser, but Stephanie’s stare persisted. One person looking at me was one too many. I couldn’t take it. Squirming and turning away from the girl, I tried to free myself of her eyes grasp but only felt the burn of her stare on my back. It didn’t help that the squirt of juices that had left my vagina was dampening the clothes that covered my sex.

Hyperventilating in silence, I tried to paw through my book bag but I couldn’t find my inhaler. In a sudden outburst of panic, I snatched my bag and bolted for the door. Like rifles aiming at me, I could feel all the eyes turn on me as I shoved through the door, including his. My backpack squeezed into my chest like a life preserver as I floated down the hall in a lost haze; I ran without thought or direction but just away from my life.

I was pathetic. This restrained, repressed mess of a teenage girl who couldn’t stand to be in public without panicking and yet, was a filth of repressed horniness that leaked from me like an over-shaken soda can. And no one shook me up like he did.

Professor Kent. The looming shadow cast over me was terrifying and intoxicatingly arousing at the same time.How did he know I was like this? How did he find me out of all of his students? It was like he could smell the whore inside me oozing from my skin.

It didn’t matter anymore. I wasn’t going to return to his class. I couldn’t face the students ever again, that was for sure. And I would email the Professor, respectfully, and… ...