Seduced By A Student - Part III - Sex Stories

Seduced By A Student - Part III

... room, whatever you want to call it. And over there,” I said as I pointed, “that’s the kitchen.”

I took a few steps and pointed down a short hall. “The washroom is down there. There’s another one ensuite.”

“And the bedroom?” she asked with a bit of mischief.

“Also, down there,” I said with a hard swallow.

“Are you nervous, Professor Stevens?”

“I...I am, yes. A little.”

“I see some wine on the table, that’s for us? I think it will help.”

“Yes, of course, the wine. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll put your suitcase in the…ah…bedroom…and I’ll um…grab us some wine.”

Monica gave me a sly smile. She enjoyed seeing me nervous. I don’t know how she remained so in control and serene, while I was completely unravelling. I needed to get it together.

I carried Monica’s suitcase into my bedroom and took a few moments to compose myself. I looked in the mirror and began to take some deep breaths. “Don’t fuck this up,” I said to myself. Feeling a bit better, I turned to head back to the living room and was surprised to see Monica standing in the doorway of my bedroom.

“I know this must be weird, having a student in your place. It’s pretty fucked up for me too. But let’s not overthink it. Let’s just go with it, ok?”

Somehow her words put me more at ease. “You’re wise beyond your years, Monica. Let’s get some wine.”

We made our way back to the living room, Monica sat on my couch while I grabbed each of us a glass of wine before joining her. We ...

... snuggled up to each other, drank our wine, and just chatted with each other. It was our first attempt to get to know each other as something other than student and professor. There was some back and forth for a bit but at some point, it felt like I was taking over the conversation - an almost unavoidable consequence of lecturing for a living.

“Professor Stevens…” she said interrupting whatever it was I was saying.

“Yes?” I replied with a bit of concern.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course, absolutely.”

“It’s not that I’m not interested, because I am,” she reassured me, “but I’m having a hard time following our conversation because as I’m sitting here next to you all I can think about is how much I want to suck your cock.”

Just hearing her say those words almost had me completely hard in seconds. I’d never met any woman who was as forward as Monica was. She pulled herself away from me slightly to reposition herself on the couch. She placed one of her hands on my lap and began feeling around for my cock. It didn’t take her long to find it.

“Please, sir,” she looked up at me with doe eyes. “Can I suck it?”

“Yes, of course,” I said as if I was casually giving her permission when in reality my whole body was screaming out for it.

Monica continued to knead my cock through my pants as she slipped down on her knees to the floor in front of me. I used my right leg to push my coffee table away, giving her more room. She tugged at my belt until it came loose, ...