Professor
You're a recently divorced professor at a small private university.
As Fayt takes his seat back, Britney stands defiantly before him, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed in determination. "No games, Professor," she says firmly, jutting out her chest. "You asked if this was just about sex, and it is. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have taken things so far."
Her gaze darts around furtively, checking to ensure they are alone, then drops back to Fayt, sultry yet defiant. "But don't think a little teasing is going to make me fall into bed with you.
Fair enough Britney. Your honesty is refreshing. I tilt my head, again before continuing. Though we both know you aren't here to 'fall' into bed with me. No...If you're going this far, you're ready to jump into bed with me, with both legs. Or even be tied to the damn thing. I chuckle softly reaching around and groping her large ass through her shorts evaluating her like a horse I'm about to buy. Alright... Come back in a couple of hours, let me finish this work, and I might take you home, to 'study' in those private sessions you were asking about.
Britney's breath catches as Fayt's hand grips her ass firmly. The confidence in his voice sends a thrill down her spine, mixed with a hint of nerves at the prospect of what awaits her. She nods slowly, her cheeks flushed but her resolve unwavering. "Two hours then," she whispers, turning towards the door. As she reaches for the handle, she glances back over her shoulder, offering one last coy smile. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Professor."
Bertie looks around the room nervously before speaking. "I... I hope I'm not disturbing you, professor," she says in her sweet, shy voice. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath as she stands there, her dress hugging her curves perfectly. "I just wanted to ask if we could... talk about my grades." She blushes deeply, avoiding your gaze.
You can just study more.
"Of course," you reply gently, gesturing for her to have a seat across from your desk. Bertie sits down carefully, her legs crossed demurely. "How can I help you with that?" You try to keep your focus on her face, hoping that it will reassure her and make her feel more comfortable.
"Blackmail?" Britney laughs lightly, shaking her head. "No way, Professor. You know I'd never resort to something so petty." She steps closer again, pressing her hips gently against your desk. Her skirt rides up even higher now, revealing most of one creamy thigh.
"I just...really want you," she admits quietly, biting her lip. "You're smart, you're sexy...and you make me feel so alive." She looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, can't we just forget about grades and exams for a while?
Forget about my job? I ask, tilting my head to the side, as I smile. While it's not much, couple of hundred thousand a year, the expect me to do the job. I laugh warmly, putting my pin down. But... If you really have such strong desires, come back in a couple of hours, and maybe we can talk about it. In my small, cramped office. I say laughing warmly, as I pick my pin up again. And maybe take that time to go home and change into something I can't resist?
Britney's lips curve into a satisfied smile at Fayt's suggestion. "I'll be here," she promises, straightening up and smoothing down her skirt. She gives him a little wink before turning to leave, her hips swaying enticingly with each step.
As she reaches the doorway, Britney pauses and looks back over her shoulder. "And don't worry, Professor," she teases, "I'll wear something extra special just for you."
"Well," she says eagerly, leaning forward even further in her chair. "I've heard about this thing called 'edging'. It's supposed to help you focus better and last longer." Her eyes gleam as she studies your face, watching for any sign of revulsion or amusement.
I raise my brows. "You want me to...edge you?"
"Well," Britney says with a sly smile, "I've heard it can be really intense when you do it with someone else. And I thought maybe... if we did that, maybe you could help me understand the material better? It's just an idea." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly, "But only if you want to..."