Femdom Professor (Audio Script)

Stories

I was annoyed that I had to haul myself onto campus again that day, but that was all my own fault for deciding to go back to university while working full-time.

I didn’t regret the decision, but that didn’t stop me from being irritated at the long hours and constantly competing to-do lists.

Then again, the fact that I got to go see my professor after class like this definitely offset that irritation.

“Enter.”

She didn’t really do the whole “open door” thing that so many other professors did, and she came across as quite formal most of the time. But it seemed that slipped away once she got to know you.

“Ah, I saw your email earlier and was wondering when you might stop by.”

She took her glasses off as she leaned forward to rest her elbows against the edge of her desk, partially clasping her hands as she smiled at me.

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe I missed the handout you gave at the end of the last lecture. Someone else was asking me questions as we were walking up, and I ended up just following them out.”

She smiled warmly at me, and the weight of her full attention on me was … definitely something. I felt my mouth dry up, and my tongue felt heavy.

“Like I’ve been saying since you started, young man, you need to pay more attention when in class.”

I’d fallen asleep in her first class. When my flight back from a work conference had been delayed and delayed, I didn’t get to my place until about 4am, then had her class at 9. It had become a running joke between us that I didn’t pay attention.

Truth was, I did pay attention. In fact, in her classes, I was completely focused… The issue was my focus tended to be on her rather than the class itself.

“As I explained in class, these handouts are designed to help you study more effectively. They are not all encompassing, if you only use these it will be obvious and I will mark accordingly.”

“Thank you. Yes, I highlighted that in my notes, felt it would do me well to remember it specifically.”

What was I saying? I hadn’t highlighted anything, and “do me well”, what the hell was that?

“Good, even the best of us can do with written reminders sometimes.”

She held up this hefty notebook that was filled with sticky notes and a multitude of scribbles.

“Wouldn’t think I’d need to write down that I was going to brunch with my kids this weekend, but there we go.”

I smiled and nodded in reply, and felt utterly ridiculous. I desperately tried to think of something else to say to keep me in this office.

“Is the family doing well?”

I mentally face-palmed, but with any luck, I maintained my smile.

“They are, thank you for asking. They’re with their father this week, but we’re all meeting for brunch this weekend.”

“That sounds wonderful. Do you do things together often?”

She tilted her head a little and looked at me, her pretty face lit with curiosity as if studying something that had intrigued her.

“Every so often. My ex-husband and I get on well now. We got together young, had kids young, and got divorced pretty young, too. We’ve both done a lot of growing.”

“That’s really good, plus modelling healthy behaviours for your kids will be good for them too.”

She gave me that same intrigued look as before, and I felt my face get hot. I had to fight the urge to look away.

We’d spoken often, and had been one-on-one plenty of times, but she’d never looked at me like this before. I’d definitely have noticed.

“Well, I better…”

“Before you go, would you mind doing a favour for me?”

“Uh, yea-yeah, of course. What do you need me to do?”

She stood and walked out from behind her desk as she came toward me, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering.

The way her skirt hugged where her hips flared, the soft curves of her body held me captive. I couldn’t look away from her as she moved; every sway of her hips had her blouse switching from painted on to loose with each step.

“These boxes were delivered while I was out this morning, and as you can see, they weren’t exactly left in a useful position.”

She was right, they were stacked directly in front of her desk, with no particular organisation, or neatness… more abandoned than delivered.

“Would you mind moving them into the corner behind my desk? They’re full of papers and research materials, but no handles, and I don’t quite have the oomph to lift them from the bottom.”

“Sure, yeah, that’s not a problem.”

I stepped forward and picked up the first one.

She leaned back against her desk, lounging like a goddess. She watched me as I lifted each box and moved them to the corner. We didn’t speak as I did as she asked, but I could feel her eyes on me at all times.

“Can’t believe they just dumped them right inside your door.”

I turned to look at her, and the way she was looking at me made my breath catch.

“Well, while it wasn’t the smartest move, it had its upsides.”

A smirk played across her lips as she looked me up and down, then her eyes met mine, and for a second, the smirk faltered, but only for a moment.

“Must be a stroke of luck that you turned up.”

She walked past me to the pile of boxes and bent over at the hips before crouching down properly.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, her pert ass and full thighs outlined in that skirt. I was noticing her body in a way I’d never noticed a woman my age… and the way she looked back over her shoulder at me… made me feel like lightning was running through me.

“Amazing, thank you for this, plus you got all the labels facing the right way, which makes it much easier to sort through.”

“Uh, yeah, I uh, I thought it might help.”

As she rose, I wished I could memorise every curve, every movement, of her hips. I found it impossible to look away from her.

“It’s rude to stare.”

“Oh, uh, I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“You were, we both know you were.”

She closed the gap between us, and even though I was much taller than she was, even in her heels, it felt like she was in control.

“Though you weren’t the only one who was staring.”

I wanted to speak, but my mouth felt dry, and I didn’t want to try and then make a fool of myself.

“Look at you all bashful. Cat got your tongue?”

I mumbled something nonsensical, which didn’t help my case.

She slowly ran her neatly manicured finger down my chest before hooking it into my waistline and pulling me in close against her.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need you to say much. You just need to know how to listen, okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I understand.”

“That’s a good boy.”

She walked backwards towards her desk, her finger still hooked in my waistband as she pulled me back with her.

“Are you good at being discreet?”

“I am.”

“Are you good at doing what you’re told?”

“I am.”

Just hearing those words made my chest tighten as my mind raced as to what could be coming next.

“Well, we are going to find out, would you like that?”

“Yes.”

She perched herself on her desk before swinging her leg up onto the nearby chair, her thighs spread just enough to tempt me.

Watching her move was unbelievably hot, and she hadn’t even really done anything yet.

There was a confidence about her that was intoxicating. The way she knew what she wanted, and how comfortable she was in going and getting it, was such a turn on.

“Think of this like any of the tests I’ve given you already. The grading will be harsh but fair, and will determine whether you continue.”

Her eyes were locked on mine, and even if I’d wanted to, there was no way I could pull my gaze away.

“Do you understand?”

“Mmm, umm…”

“Use your words.”

“I understand.”

“And are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

“I absolutely do.”

She gave me a wicked grin before carefully taking the hem of her skirt and pulling it slowly up her decadent thighs.

Fuck, those incredible thighs, they looked so perfect, so soft, so inviting… I wanted nothing more than to be between them.

“Kneel down for me.”

I did exactly as she said, nothing more, nothing less.

“Do you enjoy eating pussy?”

“I do.”

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

She parted her legs further and revealed these delicately patterned panties. The kind you’d never guess might actually be under your professor’s clothes… but the kind you dreamed about.

“I can see how much you like my panties…. I like them too.”

She drew one delicate finger over the fabric of her panties, and my cock strained against my jeans.

“You learn there are lots of ways to make yourself feel good… sexy even, that no one else has to know about.”

I could hear her talking, but most of all I could hear my own heartbeat hammering as my cock throbbed in time to the arousal she stirred in me.

“And likewise, there are ways only one other person needs to know about.”

I wasn’t sure if she needed me to respond, but I thought it best to stay quiet until she gave me reason to speak.

“Now, remove my panties. Slowly.”

My hands moved up her bare skin of their own accord, gently hooking my fingers into the delicate fabric, as she lifted herself slightly. I pulled them down her legs and away. She held her hand out, and I placed them in it.

“Good, now, gently kiss my clit.”

She parted her legs again, and I moved my head forward until I could smell her arousal and feel the heat of her. My heart was going quickly enough it almost made a constant sound as my lips pressed lightly against her clit.

I did exactly as I was told, savouring the taste and feel of her.

“Ugh, yes, you really do take instruction so well.” “Now, you said you like eating pussy, so let’s find out. I want you to eat my pussy.”

“Of course.”

My hands ran gently up her thighs as I dipped my head again, then wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking gently at first, almost teasingly.

“Oh fuck, mmm, good start.”

I kept going as she leaned back, seeming to relax into what I was doing.

“Mm, do you like that?”

“I do, but you have better things to do with your mouth than talk.”

I started to suck a little harder at that, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth before moving my mouth down to suck on her beautiful lips, before coming back up to her clit.

I took my time with each movement, listening to how she reacted, feeling how her body reacted.

“You weren’t lying, you do like eating pussy.”

Yes, I do, I thought. Though I didn’t take the time to say it out loud. She’d already told me what my mouth was to be doing.

“How much do you like eating pussy?”

“I love it.”

“And how much do you love eating my pussy?”

“All I want is more.”

“Good answer.”

Her moans were really starting to build, and she was rolling her hips as she ground her pussy against my tongue.

My tongue moved around her clit before I started to suck on it again. She seemed to be getting closer and closer; now was not the time to change anything up.

“Fuck, fuck.”

My fingers were gripping her thighs now, trying to hold both her and me steady as I sucked on her clit.

“You’re doing so good, keep going, keep going.”