A note from me :

Some of you may give read my 6 portion serial which inside information my relationship with my married man and his protagonist. While that serial publication focuses on true events from my life, I had such a fun time writing about it that I wish to continue writing to a greater extent short stories, but this clock time with component of both truth and fiction. I will use myself as the key fictitious character in these tarradiddle and put to give-and-take the scenarios that I think and fantasize about. I hope you enjoy.

In the future, I will keep on to write lawful stories as well about my encounters with the boys.

- Nina

My public figure is Nina and I am 20 long time old. I am a second year student at Western University in Ontario, Canada majoring in business governing. I am born and raised in Canada, but my mob is of middle eastern root, Lebanese to be specific. I am 5 foot 1 in, with straight dark hair and dark oculus and fire up tegument. My family lives in Toronto but I decided to pursue my business concern degree a bit further from home. western University is a great schooltime with a grand history and a repute for partying, which certainly does n't hurt.

This story took place in the second semester of my first class, during early April. Mid-terms were completed and exam season was fast approaching as my years and Night were spent in the library and in my dorm, constantly studying to keep my grades up. The school is very competitive and I needed to ensure that I was staying on top of everything. So far, I had done a fairly good job at this. I was in the 70 and 60 percentage orbit for to the highest degree classes.

But, there was one form I was failing : economic science. My grade was in the 40s ; I had done poorly on all the tests and midterms and the assignments were not enough to dislodge my class up. Over the get along calendar week, I focused nigh of my attending on this subject, studying day and night and constantly revising. My beau, Jake, had been a vast support to me during this time. Jake was majoring in biochem, and so he was n't able to help excuse the content to me, but his moral backing was something I needed.

The economics class was taught by professor Ken Miller, a tall, Andrew Dickson White, highly levelheaded ( and slightly intimidating ) man in his betimes 40 's. I would advert all of Professor miller 's lectures, always sitting at the front, as I listened attentively to every word, while viciously typing Federal Reserve note on my laptop computer. Despite my best exploit however, I was still flunking his class.

nonstarter was not an choice for me. My parents always told me stories about their spirit back abode and what they had to give to come to Canada where my two pal and I could grow up condom and follow high levels of education.

I realized that my traditional study methods were not working with this family. I had to try something different. Maybe if I went to go see prof Miller ? Perhaps he could proffer me some spare help ? I emailed the professor and made an appointment with him for early the next morning.

I woke up the next morning, showered, had my breakfast and got dressed. The warmer atmospheric condition had started to get back. I 'm not a fan of wearing jean or sweatpants and always opt short pants, skirt or dresses. Even in the wintertime fourth dimension, unless it is extremely cold, I would hold out a skirt or dress and duo it with leg warmers or knee high drogue. I just felt more feminine and sexier in them and much to a greater extent comfortable.

I put on a short black dress that rested a few inches above my knees and paired it with a pair of blanched snitcher and a fatal thong. The dress had little sleeves, and was tight from the top, but became loose and pleated and flowy at the hem. As always, I decided to ditch the bra. My breasts are on the smaller side, but they 're very perky and I always felt uncomfortable constraining them underneath a bra.

I started to walk towards the professor 's power and decided to pick up a cup of deep brown for him and myself, with some milk and sugar on the side for him. I got to the prof 's office staff a few min early for our 7 am meeting. I knocked on his door and I heard him say, `` Come in. ``

I walked in slowly as I saw the professor sitting at his desk. He was always well dressed, even when he decided to go with a more casual spirit. Today he was wearing a pair of blue jean and a dark coloured polo.

'' safe morning, professor Miller, '' I started as I handed him the coffee, Milk and sugar. `` Thank you so much for taking the time. ``

'' Oh, you did n't need to bring me coffee. How decent of you, '' he said. He set the milk and sugar aside and took a sip of the black coffee. The prof was an attractive man, with sharp feature film, dour pilus and clear eyes. He was n't 'good looking'in the traditional sentience, but I thought he was attractive with his deep spokesperson and his intelligence information. He always had a tail end look on his nerve and rarely ever smiled. Perhaps that was parting of what made him so intimidating. `` So, what can I help you with ? '' he asked.

'' Professor Miller, you know that I come to each and every lecturing of yours. I 'm always handing everything on metre and I 've been working extremely severe, '' I started. `` I 've had a hard clock time with the midterm exam and mental test. I study the material and feel like I know it well, but when it comes to the test, I just blank out and ca n't seem to properly resolve any of the questions. ``

'' First of all, you can fall behind the Professor Miller. I ask all my scholarly person to squall me Ken, '' he said. I smiled and nodded in reception. `` Secondly, which sections are you having most trouble with ? ``

I told the professor about my struggles with understanding central Banks, monetary and fiscal policy, aggregate supply and demand, exchange rates and so lots more.

'' That 's a long lean, '' he said with a svelte smile on his face. `` Wo n't be easygoing, but I 'll do my undecomposed. Bring your death chair around. ``

I stood up and put my chairman beside his and proceeded to sit down as I adjusted the hem of my dress to keep the plait nice and tidy. Ken started to go through the conception, providing examples of how they are relevant in the real world. I listened intently, occasionally looking up at him from the paper he was writing on and nodding.

I leaned closer trying to understand, my legs pointing towards him. Suddenly, I felt his human knee graze my leg. I reacted by immediately jerking my leg away. But something happened when my bare leg made contact with his. I felt a boot, something that I could not describe. I decided to inch my leg back towards his knee. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. Our legs touched. This clip, I kept my leg still, letting it stay against his knee. He did n't bother moving his leg either. I was lost in my thoughts as the incredible rush returned and excited me.

Suddenly, the professor asked me a inquiry. `` So Nina, based on this, can you explain the master mandatory that primal banks have and the tools at their disposal to fulfil these mandate ? ``

It was almost like he was speaking in a different language. I had blanked out and was caught by surprise as I looked back at him with dead eyes. He suddenly put his hand on my bare leg and said, `` Nina, you need to focalize. You 've only got one more shot at this in the final exam. ``

I nodded back but his wrangle were not my master centering. I was too occupied with the fact that his hands were on my naked leg. I tried not to react and stick normal. But I felt myself blushing, my ears getting hot and my oral cavity salivating as I felt his warm, strong finger firmly holding my thigh. The professor continued with his lecture, occasionally asking me questions and I did my best to answer him. He kept his hand on my leg as I proceeded to lean closer to him, sitting side by incline, shoulder to shoulder. I felt my pussy getting wet and juicy and my nipple getting hard as I was turned on by his intimate touch.

The appointment finally ended, as my dead body burned and my kitty wet from the excitement. Ken and I decided to cope with again tomorrow aurora, Same time, Lapplander place. I went back to my student residence and asked my beau to meet me there. Jake arrived within mo. As soon as he walked into my room, I locked the doorway and pushed him on to the bed, kissing him intemperately and grinding my pussy on his cock. He had no idea what was going on but went with it, as he grabbed my creamy ass cheeks.

I took off my lash and unzipped his trouser as I proceeded to taunt his putz, hard and fast. I closed my eyes as Jake 's cock penetrated my pussy, as my judgment went towards how the prof touched my legs, thinking about how it would experience to kiss him, to be touched by him, to have him inside me. I screamed as my organic structure came to orgasm. Jake came and busted inside me, his cum lathering my pissed pussy. I had decided to go on parturition control after I met Jake. Both of us hated the feeling of rubber and thought that this would be the loose and dependable solution. I laid back down beside Jake, my center closed, thinking about what tomorrow might bring with my coming together with Ken. I felt Jake 's cum slowly ooze out of me as I drifted off to sleep.

The adjacent morning came around. I woke up early than common to get ready, putting extra concern and endeavour into my makeup. I decided to wear upon something sexier today. I put on my brusque wench, a compressed jean miniskirt that rode up with every step I took and a Edward White bralette top that kept my articulatio humeri, back and breadbasket raw. I wore a neon garden pink thong underneath and inkiness sub for shoes. I picked up Ken 's umber and went to his office.

I knocked and he beckoned me to make out in. When he saw me, he looked at me up and down as he said, `` Has summer arrived early, Nina ? '' I smiled and handed him his java. Ken was seated on the couch in his office this time with a pen and notepad on his lap. I walked over to him and sat down beside him. My annulus rode up as soon as my tush touched the couch, showing the edges of my thong. I turned my body towards his, my branch together and pointing towards his. He now had a sort out view of my neon G-string. I saw his eyes look down at my ramification and hit their way up towards the hem of my doll where he could just embark on to see the shocking garden pink G-string. His eyes made his way up my body, scanning and studying me as his gaze pierced my stomach, my chest and my bare shoulders.

I inched my body closer to his, my nude ramification touching him. He turned to his notepad and started to suck a diagram as I looked at him, my body hot and featherbrained with fervor, my throb racing and my pussy starting to moisten. Moments passed when he finally rested his hired hand on my defenseless leg.

He wants me. I just know it. He wo n't broach it but he wants me so bad. And I want him too. I moved my leg forward in an attempt to guide his hired hand further up my leg. He noticed this and kept his hired hand where it was, this prison term resting just before the hem of my dame. I bit my lip as he started to gently strike his paw on my leg, gently stroking, occasionally moving towards my inner thighs.

I could n't stand firm any longer. I put both feet on the couch and leaned back towards the arm eternal rest. Ken got startled and looked at me. I bit my lip, looking back into his eye, his intimidating regard scaring me to death. I opened my leg to evince him a clear opinion of my thong.

He sat there still for a second. Then he got up and started walking towards the doorway. A sinking feeling overcame me. What the fuck was I doing ? Did I misread his signaling completely ? Is he going to complain to the faculty about this ? I 'm half his age for God 's sake ! What if he 's splice, has kids ? I fucked up. This is it. My parents are going to disown me when they find out.

But I did n't misread his signals. When he got to the doorway, he locked it and walked back to the couch. I breathed a sigh of alleviation and put my hands on my clit. I moved my thong out of the way to give way him a clean-cut thought of my tight little puss. I put two digit on my clit and started to spread out counterclockwise, letting out a midget moan when I did so. Ken sat back, his regard piercing my exposed pussycat as he watched me pleasance myself in front of him.

I was getting wetter and bedwetter watching him. I was scared of him and wanted to do whatever I could to delight and ingrain him. My clitoris started to force out as green of my pussy juice shaft towards the sofa and my leg. I saw a big tent in Ken 's drawers, as he was gently stroking his protrusion. I decided it was metre to establish him a hand. I got up and went on my articulatio genus in front of him as I started to unzip his pants. He did n't block me as he started to stroke my hair.

Then I saw it. His monstrous turncock looking at me, glistening at the tip, veins pulsing as it called to me, beckoned me to come closer. It was by far the biggest and dense cock I had ever seen in my life. I grabbed his pecker with my hands and leaned my brass closer as I gently licked the precum off, sliding my tongue into the hole it came out from. I wrapped my sassing around it, taking it mystifying and warming it with the wet blanket that was my mouth. I moved my head up and down, slurping on his long pole, as his impregnable hands held my head.

I looked up at him and said, `` Your cock 's so decent, professor Glenn Miller. It 's so screw big for my itty bitty mouth ! I fucking love a dainty dick in my rima oris, sir ! '' I heard a cold-shoulder groan get by his mouth as he closed his eyes and rested his headspring back, taking in and enjoying every moment of the pleasure I was giving him. I could feel the geezerhood of accent leave his body as a resultant of my action mechanism as I kept sucking and slurping, harder and faster.

'' Do you want to fuck me, sir ? Do you want to do it my dirty little slit ? Do you need to bang my slutty little pussy ? DO YOU ? ``

He did n't say anything. He just grabbed my hired hand and pulled me towards his desk. He picked me up and put me on the edge of the desk and then proceeded to pull my thong down. I opened my legs wide, the heat from my pussy radiating towards him. He pulled his pants all the way down and grabbed me by my raw back. I wrapped my legs around him as our lips met. He pulled my face close to his and buried his knife in my mouth. Our mouths were full overt, wet with agitation as we exchanged animal like kisses.

Then it happened. He stabbed my kitty-cat with his devilish peter. My optic went wide-eyed and my mouth opened but no strait came out. I was shocked at how big it was. My pussy could not necessitate his length and his cinch. Then, he pushed it profoundly. All the way in. My mouth remained open as my nails dug deep into his back through his shirt. He took my bralette off to reveal my tiny tits, pointing directly at him as if welcoming him to my body.

He started to move his cock in and out of my snatch, slowly at number one and harder after that. I started moaning. `` OHHH YESS professor ... YESSS ... DO N'T arrest. PLEASE DO N'T STOP. ``

His thrusting got tearing and more violent as his shaft continued to rip through my slopped kitty. He moved his hands up to my chest, squeezing them hard and twisting and tugging at my petite pap, as if he wanted them to push milk out.

'' FUCK ME, PROFESSOR Alton Glenn Miller. FUCK YOUR SLUT, SIR ! '' I moaned in a loud, innocent voicelessness. `` I 'm your pet student, right ? severalise me I 'm your favourite student ! Tell me, sir ... ''

'' You 're my favourite student, '' he replied through clenched dentition. He picked me up off of the desk and leaned me over, my creamy, meaty ass cheeks facing towards him. I spread my wooden leg across-the-board as he said, `` exposed wide. '' He pushed his cock deep into my vagina again, as I dug my nails into the desk. This was the most pleasure I had ever felt. He was so strong-growing and assertive with me. The thought of being with an honest-to-goodness, sophisticated man that I was scared of elevated my pleasure as my professor continued to hammer my soul out of me.

Ken slapped my ass with one deal while holding one of my breasts with the other, tugging and pulling at my nipples. I felt myself cumming as the painfulness laced pleasure swam through my body. I let out a shriek as I felt my inside tightening, as he brought me to orgasm. Then it was his round. His breathing got faster and he started roaring, softly at first, then louder and louder. He was faithful. I knew it.

'' Inside me, sir. I want you to break inside my milky snatch. Will you do that for me, sir ? Pretty please ? ? ? ``

His roars got louder and his grasp on my nipple firmer. Then I felt it. The waves of his cum crashed against my insides as I felt his burning hot liquid coat the walls of my slit. There was no end to it. He just kept cumming, his white liquid going deep into my slit and into my womb. We stood still for a few moments. Then he pulled out, drops of his cum falling out, while the rest remained in, slowly oozing out as gravity did its work.

I turned around to face him as he said, `` I have another assignment. ``

'' Oh ... okeh, '' I said, confused and shocked.

I pulled my annulus down and put my top back on. I grabbed my thong off of the floor and started to put it on until he said, `` No. go out that here with me. '' I handed him the thong and grabbed my bag as I started to take the air towards the door, feeling the cum ooze out of my cunt and down my legs.

'' Thanks for the chocolate, '' he said. I did n't say anything and kept walking towards the room access slowly, clenching my pussy lips with each stride. `` Nina, '' he said. `` Do n't bother studying for the exam. Focus on your other row. ``

I was confused in that mo. He had fucked me and given me something back in return. Like payment. Something that you would do to a bawd. An exchange of goods and avail for payment. One of the more simpler economics concepts that I clearly understood. I walked back to my dorm as my opinion overcame me. I had cheated on my boyfriend. Granted, we had n't been dating long, but I still cheated. I got pounded by my prof, a man who was twice my age, and he repaid me by implying that he would give me a passing grade. I felt dirty and filthy and hated myself.

Weeks went by and I decided to focus on my other form. When my scratch came out, I learned I had passed everything. As expected, I got a pass grade in political economy of 51 percent. I was happy with the results as I started to pack up my belongings, getting set up for the summer holidays.

But, I could n't get the professor out of my head. I wanted to see him one more time. I wanted to experience him again, find him inside my backtalk and my pussy. Nothing compared to him and it became a need for me. Despite everything and how bad I felt about giving my physical structure up, I was craving him. And I had to see him. I walked over to his office to see if he was there. I knocked as I heard him say, `` Come in. ``

He looked at me and said, `` Nina. You 're back ? Is there a problem ? You passed my course. What 's the topic ? ``

'' I 'm not here about the course, '' I replied. `` I wanted to ... I wanted to see if you ... ''

I could n't finish my sentence, but I did n't have to. `` Lock the door, '' he said. I did as I was told. `` ejaculate here, '' he commanded. I walked over to him. He opened one of the drawers in his desk and asked me to look inside. I did and saw my neon pink thong in there. I looked back at him, confused. He said, `` What colour are you wearing today ? I want another one. ``

I smiled and bit my lip as I felt my consistence get hot and my puss wet with excitement. `` Why do n't you happen out, sir ? '' I said as I sat on his desk and opened my legs, begging him to make out me one conclusion time before the summer faulting .