Professor Phone Sex Fantasy: Extra Credit After Hours

First, let me say it plainly so nobody gets confused. I am a grown woman. I am in college, I pay my own tuition, I have my own apartment and a part time job and a car that barely runs. I am an adult with adult bills and adult problems. One of those problems was that I was failing Professor Hale's class, and I decided to handle it like a grown woman. By being very, very bad.

Professor Hale is the kind of man who makes lecture halls go quiet. Tall, gray at the temples, voice like gravel and honey. I had been fantasizing about him since September, sitting in the back row getting wet while he talked about economics or whatever. So when I saw his office hours posted, Tuesdays four to six, I made a plan. I wore my shortest skirt, the one that makes my legs look endless, and a top that I knew he would try not to stare at.

His office was all books and lamplight when I knocked. He looked up, surprised, and said, Miss Candy, what can I do for you. I closed the door behind me. All the way. His eyebrows went up. I sat in the chair across from his desk, crossed my legs very slowly, and said, Professor, I am worried about my grade. He started talking about tutoring, extra assignments, all very proper. I stood up, walked around his desk, and perched on the edge of it right next to him. I said, I was hoping for something more personal.

He told me I should leave. He did not move. I slid off the desk and knelt between his knees, looking up at him, and said, please, daddy, I will do anything for extra credit. The word daddy out of my mouth in that office did something to him. His whole body went still, and then his hand was in my hair, not pushing me away, just holding. He groaned, God help me, and I smiled and unbuckled his belt.

I took his thick hard cock in my mouth right there on his office floor, swirling my tongue, taking him deep while he gripped my hair and tried so hard to stay quiet. The thought of someone walking past that door made me wetter than I had ever been. I am his dirty little secret, I thought, sucking him deeper, his forbidden student who calls him daddy.

He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over his desk, scattering papers everywhere. My skirt flipped up, my panties yanked down, and then he was inside me, filling me so deep I cried out. He covered my mouth with his hand and fucked me hard on that desk, his other hand pinching my nipples through my top, calling me his bad little girl, his slutty student. I kept whimpering, yes daddy, yes, please, harder, and he gave it to me until the desk was shaking.

He finished inside me with a groan he could not hold back, and we just stayed like that, breathing hard, my cheek on his grade book. Then he laughed, this disbelieving wonderful laugh, and said, your grade just improved dramatically. I giggled and fixed my skirt and said, I am counting on it, daddy.

I got an A minus. Worth it. Completely worth it.

Come be my daddy professor, baby. Tell me what you would make me do for extra credit. I am already getting wet thinking about it.