Seduced By A Student - Part I - Sex Stories

Seduced By A Student - Part I

... dumbfounded.

“Monica…I…” I didn’t even know how to finish my sentence.

All of the nervousness and anxiety that I sensed in Monica was gone. She looked at ease with herself and was now smiling confidently at me. Getting that off her chest changed her whole demeanor. She stood beside my chair, looking down at me with a proud look on her face.

“Well?” she said still grinning.

“Monica, I mean…I don’t…” All I could do was stammer.

She walked to the door, popped her head out, and looked both ways down the hallway. “Hello?” she called out. “Anyone here?” She shouted more loudly, then waited for a reply. None came. Monica closed my office door and turned to face me. “We’re all alone Professor Stevens.”

Monica walked to my desk and sat on it, almost in front of me, just off to my side. I still couldn’t speak, and I think she knew it.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. I know you have. I’ve thought about you…a lot. I’ve wanted this for years but I was too afraid to do anything about it. With just three weeks left, I’m more afraid of not doing it. I need this. Once graduation is over, I’ll be back living on the other side of the country. We’ll never see each other again. But I can’t leave here without knowing what it feels like to have your cock inside of me.”

I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d been staring straight ahead while she spoke, but when she stopped, I turned my head and looked up at her. She was enjoying this. She was ...

... serious, and I knew it.

Monica reached down with both of her hands and lifted my right hand to her breast, holding my hand against her chest.

“It’s ok if you want them. They’re yours.” She began moving my hand using it to fondle her breasts. After a moment she pulled her own hands away and my hand kept working over the young co-ed's tits. “That’s it, Professor Stevens. That feels good, doesn’t it? It feels good to me.” Her smile faded and her face took on a much more serious look. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Give me your cock. I want it so badly. I need it deep inside of me. I need to get fucked. Right here, right now.”

I pulled my hand away and stood up, not entirely sure why. Monica was still seated on my desk and we were closer to being at eye level. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I had to kick her out of my office or go through with what she wanted. I knew what wanted to do, but didn’t know if I could do it.

“Get on your knees.” The words just fell out of my mouth. The decision had been made.

A sly expression crossed Monica’s face as she edged her way off my desk and then lowered herself down to her knees in front of me. Neither one of us spoke. She knew what to do. Her hands reached up and undid my belt, then the button on my pants, and finally the zipper. She lowered my pants slightly exposing the shape of my hardening cock through my underwear. She gently rubbed her hand over it, licking her lips in anticipation as she did so, then reached up to the ...