Day 19 – Seducing my Professor
“Professor Hawthorne!” I called out as I walked across the nearly empty campus. He turned at the sound of his name and smiled at me.
“Well, hello, Katie. What are you still doing on campus? Aren’t you leaving for winter break?” He asked as I caught up with him, chest slightly heaving from the exertion.
“No, my parents are divorced, and they decided to get into a huge fight on who gets to see me this year. So, I told them since they can’t share, neither of them gets to see me this year. They live three blocks apart and can’t figure out a way for me to spend time with both of them on a two-week stay.” I said. The story I told him was true, what I didn’t tell him was that it was a convenient excuse to stay on campus.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s Christmas Eve, do you have any plans for tonight?” He asked.
“No,” I said as I frowned slightly, my voice going distant. “I’ll be all alone for Christmas for the first time in my life.” He put his arm on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could tell he was genuinely concerned about how upset I was. Or, about how upset he thought I was.
“If you’d like, you can come over to my house this evening. I’ve got no plans.” He replied, smiling down at me.
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be imposing?” I asked, looking hopefully into his eyes.
“Not at all, why don’t you come by around 7:00 for dinner? I’ll order something, and we can watch Christmas movies.”
“That would be wonderful, Professor Hawthorne! Thank you so much, you’re the best.” I reached to hug him and give him a peck on the cheek. “See you at 7:00,” I said as I turned and skipped away.
I almost felt bad at how easy it was to trick Professor Hawthorne into inviting me over. He was a genuinely nice man. His wife had died when he was 40, and he had remained a widower ever since. At 60, he spent all of his time devoted to his school and students. As a department chair, he felt it was his obligation to oversee the happiness and well-being of every student in his program.
Last Christmas, another student had to stay on campus, I don’t recall the reason why, but the professor had invited him over on Christmas Eve as well. He had done the same thing for several students at Thanksgiving too. I knew if I gave him a sad story, he’d invite me over. My only worry was, he might run into another student and invite them over as well. The last thing I needed was an audience for what I had planned.
Now, the easy part was done, the hard part would be tonight. If all went well, I’d still be there tomorrow morning.
I arrived at 7:05, no point in appearing desperate. When Professor Hawthorne opened the door, I smiled. He wore his customary brown tweed suit, white shirt, and a tie featuring Snoopy and Woodstock dancing around Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree. He might be 60, but he took care of himself, his face was neatly shaved, and his balding hair was neatly combed. As he opened the door, I held out the bottle I brought, bubbles sticking to the glass.
“Merry Christmas, Katie! Please, come in!” He paused, looking at the bottle in my hand. “If I recall correctly, you’re only 19 and too young for champaign.” I smiled as I turned the bottle; the words ‘Welch’s Sparkling White Grape’ were clearly printed. He laughed as he took the bottle from my hand and stepped aside. I followed him into the kitchen, where he put the bottle of juice into the refrigerator.
“Can I take your coat?” He asked as he turned back to face me. I saw his eyes go wide as I slipped out of my knee-length wool coat. The little red dress I wore came to mid-thigh, definitely too short for a casual dinner, the plunging neckline gave a nice view of the curve of my breasts. My mother used the term well-endowed if you get my drift. He stared for just a moment before recovering and taking the coat from me and hanging it in the hall closet.
When he came back, he had regained his composure. “Would you like some hors d’oeuvres?” he asked as he lea me into the dining room. There was a full spread set up on the table. Pigs in a blanket, Sausage balls, hot wings, a cheese tray, and mounds of cookies.
“Gifts from faculty and students.” He said at the questioning look in my eyes. “several of the faculty fear I might starve if they don’t personally provide me with food on Christmas.”
We piled plates full of finger foods and carried them into the living room. Professor Hawthorne was a technophile, and we enjoyed watching Jim Carrey act the part of The Grinch on his 75” 4K TV with surround sound. After dinner, I excused myself to the restroom. I pulled out a roll of ribbon from my purse and tied a big golden bow around my waist. It was time to take the next step; in the next two minutes, I would either seduce my professor or embarrass myself to the point I would be changing universities. I walked back out of the bathroom and stood by the edge of the couch where he sat.
“Professor, I brought you a Christmas present, would you like to unwrap it now?” He paused the movie and turned to me, noticing the golden bow wrapped around my small waist. Before he could reply, I walked around the front of the couch and climbed onto his lap. His breath caught as I straddled his legs, my dress sliding up to my waist and giving him a great view of my well-tanned thighs.
“Katie, I-“ I kissed him, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
“Professor, I’m not a child, you didn’t come on to me, you’re lonely, and I’m lonely. I’m already acing all my classes, this isn’t for extra credit. Let me be your present tonight.” I put the ends of the ribbon in his hand as I continued to rock my hips back and forth slowly, feeling his erection through his suit pants.
As if in a trance, he began to pull on the ribbon, slowly dismantling the ribbon I had wrapped around myself. When I was free of the ribbon, I grabbed the edges of my dress and slowly pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the floor. Beneath the dress, I wore a red lace bra and matching thong. His eyes popped as he stared at my breasts, which were at eye level to him.
“Are you going to finish unwrapping me, Professor?” I asked, rubbing my breasts through the bra. His face flushed red with excitement as his hands moved around me to unhook my bra. I slipped it off, letting my large breasts fall free. I leaned closer, brushing my erect nipples over his face. When one nipple slipped between his lips, he closed his mouth around it and began to suck.
I moaned with pleasure as I wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him tighter against my breast. I felt his tongue flicking out, tasting me as he continued to suck greedily. I began to rock faster, pressing hard against his erection as he began to let out moans of pleasure.
“Take me to your bedroom,” I demanded as I climbed off of him. He didn’t argue as I took his hand. I followed him in and closed the door. I pushed his suit jacket off and dropped to my knees. My hands worked quickly on his pants to pull them down to his ankles. His cock strained against the thin cotton of his boxers as I kissed the tip.
I pulled the boxers down, watching his stiff cock pop free of the elastic waistband. He tried once more to protest, but his words were cut off with another moan as I took him into my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft, moving my head back and forth over his length as I teased my tongue around the tip. His protests forgotten, Professor Hawthorne began running his fingers through my thick auburn hair. He grabbed fistfuls of my hair, holding my head in place as he began to thrust.
I looked up, holding his gaze as he pumped his cock into me, over and over, pushing the length of his shaft all the way in. He was about six inches long, and the feel of his shaft plunging into me felt amazing. I began to moan with pleasure as I felt a wet spot spreading across my thong.
I reached up, cupping his balls, and lightly squeezing as he continued to fuck my mouth. He pumped faster, and I felt his cock swell with the first of (I hoped) many orgasms. I felt his load explode into my mouth, each pulse of his cock shooting hot, sticky ropes of cum down my throat. I eagerly swallowed, sucking every last bit of cum from his cock as he let out an almost animal sound of pleasure.
When I looked back into his eyes, I could see lust burning there; he came but was by no means done for the night. I pulled me to my feet and, much to my surprise, lifted me onto his king-size bed. He pushed me back and lifted my legs up into the air. He peeled my now soaking thong off, slipping off and tossing it to the floor, He spread my legs apart, as he looked down at my freshly waxed, completely smooth pussy. I reached down with one hand and spread the lips of my pussy open, giving him a good look. He leaned forward, still holding my legs apart as he buried his face between my legs.
His tongue slowly traced along the edges of my pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through me. He took his time, didn’t rush straight to my clit like the college guys always did. When his tongue finally slipped inside, he slowly licked, running his tongue up the length of my slit before flicking over my clit.
I let out a whimper of pleasure, my body trembling as he continued to tease me. Holy shit, there’s something to be said for experience. After a few minutes, I realized he was teasing me, prolonging the pleasure before letting me have my first orgasm. Finally, he began to focus on my clit, running the tip of his tongue up and down, then sucking it between his lips.
I squealed, bucking my hips up against his face when the first orgasm hit. His strong arms still holding me, exposed to him, pulled me closer to his mouth, lifting my ass up off the bed as I continued to squirm. I panted, muscles straining against the overwhelming pleasure that was running through me. Finally, he lowered me back to the bed, small shocks of pleasure still coursing through my body.
“Oh my god, that was the best orgasm of my life!” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “You’re incredible! He smiled down at me and winked. I could see he was already hard again, I was impressed at his stamina.
“Are you ready to go again?” I asked as I scooted up the bed, giving him room.
“Yes, are you on birth control?” He asked, smiling down at me as he removed the rest of his clothing.
“Definitely, you can fill my tight pussy up with your cum!” I said as he climbed on top of me. When he slid in, I moaned with pleasure. He slowly slid himself inside, pushing deep inside my pussy. I’d blown my share of guys, and let lots of guys eat my pussy, but I was very selective about which cocks I let get inside me. Professor Hawthorne’s felt great.
Once he was positioned, he began to pump his cock into me, slowly at first, making sure I was wet enough that he didn’t hurt me before he began pounding himself into me. He lifted himself up, getting the extra leverage to thrust deeper into me. I squeezed my muscles tight around him. Felling him force himself into me over and over was amazing. When I came, I began to scream in pleasure, but his hand clamped over my mouth. The domination pushed me further over the edge as my body writhed underneath him.
I rolled over, pinning him beneath me as I began to ride his cock. As I rocked my hips back and forth, he reached up and grabbed my tits, squeezing hard as he pinched my nipples. The slight pain sent shocks of pleasure through my body as I gasped in shock.
“Oh yes, fuck me, Professor!” I screamed as he began to thrust his hips up as I continued to rock. He seemed to like being called professor in bed, and I felt him begin to thrust faster. I closed my eyes, listening to the slap, slap, slap as he pounded into me, his hands pinching and twisting my nipples. His cock stiffened, and I knew he was about to fill me up. I moaned, throwing my head back as I felt the first hot rope of cum spurt into my pussy. Each spasm pumped more of his hot load into me. He grunted, bucking his hips up over and over as he emptied himself into me.
When he was finished, I climbed off, the professor slid three fingers into my pussy, scooping up some of his cum and holding it up to my lips. I sucked each finger, enjoying the taste as I cleaned them off. He pulled me down next to him and continued to play with my large breasts as I curled up with his arm around me.
I woke up to the feeling of his fingers pushing against my ass. At some point, I had fallen asleep and turned away from him. One hand was under me, still playing with my breasts while the other one, slick from my pussy, was probing my tight asshole.
“I’ve never done that before,” I mumbled as I continued to wake up.
“Well, I am a professor, would you like to learn something new?” His voice was barely a whisper in my ear as he kissed my neck.
“Teach me, Professor.” I moaned as his lips sent jolts of pleasure through my body. His finger slipped inside, I clenched up at first, but after a few more kisses I relaxed, I felt him push slowly into me, gently stretching me out as he began to pump his finger in and out.
I moaned with pleasure, overwhelmed by the feeling of something in my ass. After a few minutes, a second finger joined the first, stretching me out more as his fingers worked deeper into me. I lifted one leg and began to stroke my clit.
“Are you ready?” He asked as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, making me gasp.
“I’ll do anything for you, Professor,” I replied, loving the way his breathing went ragged every time I called him Professor. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. I tried to relax, but it was still a tight fit. It hurt when he entered me. I gasped, almost told him to stop, but I clenched my teeth and endured as he slowly pushed inside. Once the tip was inside, he began to slowly thrust, each time pushing his cock a little bit deeper inside me. The feeling was overwhelming as he stretched me out. I hadn’t thought his cock was overly large, but in my ass, It felt monstrous.
Finally, he was all the way in, my whimpers of pain seemed to excite him as he began to speed up, building speed with each thrust. After a few minutes, the pain mostly passed, and I began to gasp with the pleasure of my first anal experience.
I slid a finger inside me, loving the feeling of both my holes being filled at the same time. As he thrust into my ass, I fingered myself, wanting to climax with him. The Professor’s breath was ragged in my ear, like a horse running an endurance race. I felt him stiffen, heard his grunts get louder as he neared climax.
I screamed as I began to buck against him, the orgasm tore through me like a bolt of lightning. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him as he slammed into me one last time before blowing his load in my ass. I twitched, clenching my ass tight around his cock as my own orgasm continued to roll through me.
I lay there, exhausted and panting as the professor pulled out. I felt his hot load dripping out of me as I rolled onto my back. From the nightstand, I heard the professor’s phone ring. He reached over to answer it. I glanced at the clock; it was 9:45 PM on Christmas Eve who could be calling him? He listened for a while before getting out of bed and stepping into the bathroom. When he returned, there was a grave expression on his face.
“Katie, I’m sorry, but I’ve just received terrible news. An old friend had a heart attack and is in the hospital, he has no family, and I need to be there with him. I’m terribly sorry, but I need to ask you to leave.” His looked devastated, I ran over and gave him a hug.
“I’m so sorry about your friend,” I said as I hunted for my thong. I couldn’t find it and decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. I went downstairs naked and slipped on my bra and dress. I gave the professor one last kiss before grabbing my coat and walking out the door.
I felt bad for seducing such a sweet old man. But after having him for almost a year, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. And, it wasn’t like I was going to blackmail him or anything, I just wanted to have him fuck me. That’s not so bad, right?
Edwin Hawthorne watched from the window of his front door as Katie walked back to her car. When she was gone, he locked the door and engaged the security system. He wouldn’t be leaving for the rest of the night. Edwin walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of grape juice out of the fridge and carried it to his second bedroom.
All the camera feeds were still recording. One by one, he stopped them and saved the files. Some of them were unnecessary, but others had great shots of Katie as she had stripped for him in the living room, and of course, there were several in the bedroom. He was sad that he didn’t have any in the guest bathroom downstairs, watching her tie the bow around herself would have been hot, but he had lots of great footage of her stripping off that little red dress.
He reviewed the two camera feeds that had the best views of her sucking his cock. He wanted to give her a facial, but watching her suck him dry was almost just as good. He spliced out the best shots and discarded the rest.
When he had put her on the bed, it had been easy to make sure the overhead camera had a perfect view of her nubile body, she hadn’t even noticed him step to the side, letting the camera behind him get a perfect shot of her spreading her smooth pussy for him. He watched her cum on film, watched the way her body writhed when he lifted her up towards his mouth to continue pleasuring her.
Edwin began to stroke his already hardening cock as he continued to cut and splice the camera feeds into one seamless video. The extra money he had spent on the new cameras was totally worth it as he zoomed in on her bouncing breasts as he mounted and fucked her. Her screams of pleasure, the way he called him Professor were already driving him wild again.
The best part had been her falling asleep. When he first invited her over for Christmas Eve, knowing that she had planned to seduce him, He didn’t think he would be able to get to fuck that tight ass. He was delighted when he found out it was a virgin ass. While she slept, he had positioned her so that one camera focused on her face; the other would have a great view of her body. The footage was perfect, her stroking her clit was an extra, unexpected bonus.
Edwin grabbed tissues from his desk and stroked fast, blowing a fourth load for the night into them before tossing them into the trash can. The Viagra he popped right before Katie arrived had worked perfectly.
He reviewed the file one last time, making sure he got all the best shots seamlessly cut into one perfect video. He uploaded his file and sent out a text message letting the rest of the group know he had uploaded a new video.
Professor Hawthorne: New video up! Filled all 3 holes, anal virgin!
Professor Smith: Damn, you old bastard, how did you manage that?
Professor Johnson: You know how, Smith. Kindly old Hawthorne never seduces anyone, they come to him.
Professor Canteau: Lucky son of a bitch.
Professor Smith: How many is that this year? Three?
Professor Hawthorne: Four, the second video was twins, remember?
Professor Johnson: He didn’t forget, he just too jealous to admit it.
Professor Smith: Fuck you!
Professor Hawthorne: Her name is Katie. Enjoy the video and Merry Christmas. If I’m lucky, someone will be lonely New Year’s Eve.
The professor signed off and permanently deleted all the files from his local machine. The uploaded video was now all the proof that Katie had ever been there. Well, that and his keepsake. He lightly fingered the red lace thong before bringing it to his lips and tasting her sweetness one last time.
Carefully, he wrote out a tag with Katie’s name and today’s date and pinned it to the thong. He opened his floor safe and laid it on top of the pile of similarly tagged panties that he had collected over the last fifteen years. Locking the safe, he smiled as he walked out of the room and turned off the light.