College Pleasures Pt 2- Professor Grant's Office

It was very quiet in Professor Grant's office. The taunting tick of the clock on the wall was teasing me, making every minute feel longer than the last. I sat on the edge of the leather chair; my hands folded so tightly in my lap that my knuckles had turned a white. I didn't dare try to leave. I wanted to, but I knew if I did, I would have to face it first thing tomorrow morning.

How did we let this happen?

We had been so careful. We'd mapped out every shift, every blind spot in the department, every hallway that stayed empty after five o'clock. We were ghosts. We were invisible. So why, out of all the days, was today the one where our luck had finally ran out?

The door opened. It was time to see my fate. Closing the door behind him and in that moment, the click of the latch was the loudest sound I had ever heard.

Professor Grant walked in and sat down behind his massive desk. He looked at me, his expression entirely unreadable. Under that clinical, probing gaze, I felt like I was nothing - just a specimen being studied under a microscope.

He leaned back, his chair creaking in the stillness. "So, how long has it been going on with Professor Sullivan?"

My heart fell into my stomach. How much does he know? Had Robert already confessed? Was Grant just fishing for answers to use against us? If I admitted it, I was digging my own grave, but if I lied, I might be contradicting something Robert had already told him.

I couldn't breathe. I offered a small shrug, trying to keep my face as blank as I could. It was safer to say nothing, until he revealed what he knew first.

"I have no option here, Ms. Donovan. I must report it."

"No, please, sir," I blurted out, my voice cracking. I leaned forward, my hands shaking. "Please don't. It's not his fault. It's all mine."

"Yours?" he echoed, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. "You're taking full responsibility, Ms. Donovan? That's a very heavy burden for a student to carry for a tenured professor."

Grant didn't say another word. He pushed his chair back with a soft scrape against the floor and stood up. His movements were deliberately slow. He leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms and looking down at me.

He was towering over me then, making me feel smaller, more exposed than ever.

"Why would you do such a thing like that?" he asked. His voice was quiet, yet curious.

"Because it is my fault," I whispered, I could barely get the words out. "I took advantage... I manipulated things. I caused him to cross the line. Please, sir. Don't report him. It's not his fault."

I looked at him, desperately searching for any flicker of mercy. "I'll do anything. I'll drop out of his class; I'll drop out of college altogether if I have to. Anything. Just please, don't report him."

Grant looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "You would do anything?"

The way he said it felt like a challenge of my loyalty. I would do anything to save Robert's job. I knew what I had to do. I stood up, my legs trembling, and closed the gap between us. I unhooked the clip of his trousers and began to slide the zip down. He didn't stop me; instead, his eyes focused on me. Was he really going to let me do this?

As my hand brushed against his boxers, I could feel his semi-hard cock; my hands trembling with what I was about to do. As I placed my hand around him, I gently began to slide my it up and down feeling him harden fully. His breath escalated slightly. He didn't pull away; instead, he leaned into me.

"And what makes you think that is what it will take, Donovan?" he murmured.

I froze. Had I completely mis-read the signals? Was this not what he meant? As I started to release my grip to pull away, he clamped his hand over mine.

"I didn't say stop, Ms Donovan, I just simply asked you, what makes you think this is all it will take?"

A simple hand job was not going to be all it took. I would have to go further. My begging didn't work, but at that moment, if it was what I had to do, then I would do it. He was amused with the position I had become deeper involved with.

"You would let me fuck you, to save Robert Sullivan's job?" he asked me.

I couldn't speak; my throat dry, I was lost for words. I nodded. I could see him studying me to see if I would turn away. He had me right where he wanted me - there was no going back at risk of getting myself further into trouble.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

Removing my hands from him, I slowly began to back away slightly to undress; the air in the room felt thick, suffocating even.

He stood in front of me and watched me undress. I left my underwear on, not ready to remove it yet. As he stood up, he adjusted his hard cock and walked towards me. The fear was rising with every step he took; I was in a very dangerous situation right then, but I had to push past that feeling.

He stood in front of me. His eyes tracing my body.

"Take it off." he told me.

My fingers trembled, feeling clumsy, as I reached behind my back. With a sharp click, the bra came undone, and I let it fall to the floor. Standing there, I was exposed and vulnerable before him. The chill in the room sent a shiver down my spine, causing my nipples to harden instantly. As my breathing settled, his hand reached out, gently cupping my breast. His soft touch, gliding over my chilled skin, triggered an unexpected response - a deep, pulsing arousal between my legs.

"Have you ever used those gorgeous breasts against a man's hard, throbbing cock before, Donovan?"

My voice trembled, as I whispered, "No, sir."

He moved toward the small sofa in his office. He stood beside it, pulling down his trousers to expose his hard cock, before sitting back and spreading his legs wide.

I knew what he wanted me to do next. I walked over to him, gently dropping to my knees. I looked up at him.

"Make me believe you want to save his job," he whispered. I watched as he adjusted his grip on his length, holding it out as a silent invitation to perform his request.

I leaned forward, taking him in between my breasts and started to move at a steady pace. I could see how much he was enjoying this power play. He let his head fall back against the sofa. His hands moved to my breasts, gripping them firmly, pulling me tighter against him.

I became more aroused. I could feel my juice soaking my panties.

In the heat of the moment, I slid my hand between my legs covering my fingers with my own scent before taking my hand and coating the tip of his penis. I looked up at him to find his heavy stare already fixed on me. His lips curved into a dark, dangerous smile of approval. I parted my lips, opening my mouth wide enough to draw the sensitive tip of him inside. Grant's moans deepened, the sensation clearly affecting him as much as it was starting to affect me.

His hand shifted from my chest to the back of my head, guiding me. He began to thrust into my mouth, his rhythm growing quicker. "Mm, a nice, sweet mouth to fuck," he gasped, his movements becoming deeper and more forceful.

As his fingers tangled into my hair, his thrusts were becoming quicker. I could feel he was close to climax. But then he stopped, forcing himself to regain power over me.

"Not yet, Donovan," he murmured. "Get up here. Sit on my face."

I stood up, my legs trembling. As I removed my underwear, I was very wet, I couldn't help but feel excited with his command. I watched him shift on the sofa allowing me space to position myself over him. His grip strong on my thighs kept me in place as he pulled me down onto him.

His tongue wasted no time, sliding between my wet lips as he found my clit. I gasped as the sensation took over me. My hips began to rock, finding a steady pace, falling into a natural sync with his movements, his tongue gliding over my throbbing wet clit. As my arousal grew, my moans began escaping my throat.

"Oh... yes..." I whispered, my voice thick as the pressure built. "Fuck... that feels good...oh, sir," I whimpered, completely relaxing into Professor Grant's surprising talent.

I would have never imagined he would be so skilled, but he moved with confidence, knowing exactly what spots to touch. He was balancing the pressure, lightly sucking my clitoris before swirling his tongue back and forth.

"God yes... don't stop, sir," I pleaded, my body surrendering entirely to the sensation.

I was close to climaxing, my knuckles white from gripping the fabric of the sofa, grinding against his face. I felt him pull me tighter into him, his tongue sliding in and out of my slick wet pussy. "Fuck, sir... God, you're good..." I confessed, the words whimpering out of me. "Make me cum... please... please, sir," I begged and pleaded.

His grip loosened just enough to allow me to rise slightly, and he finished me off, his sucking and gliding movements accelerating into a deliberately faster, more punishing pace.

"Ah... fuck... Grant... yes... more. Ah!" I moaned into the cushions. My body shuddered as it gave in to the overwhelming orgasm.

I was completely satisfied; shocked at how much I had actually enjoyed having my pussy being licked by Professor Grant. He knew how to please a woman. I felt his soft kisses tracing patterns along my inner thighs.

"Get back down here and finish me off, Ms Donovan," he commanded.

I was only too eager to please him just as much as he had pleased me. I was in full control of my actions as I repositioned myself. His hard throbbing, cock sliding between my wet lips brought a new sensation between us. I felt bold and daring, wanting to prove to him I would do anything he asked of me.

As I covered him with my cum, I moved up, pressing close to his ear, my voice a breathy whisper. "Only if you fuck my mouth and fill it, sir," I told him, the boldness of my own words surprising me.

He was shocked, stunned that I was no longer the vulnerable student, who had pleaded with him earlier. I had stunned myself, but I wanted to see what else he was capable of.

His eyes were dark and full of lust. "Get you gums around me now, Donovan," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate this time. Professor Grant shifted on the sofa again, getting comfortable as I opened my mouth over his hard cock. I could taste my own juices as I took every inch of him deep inside until my lips locked at the base.

His groans were instant, his hands moving back to the back of my head to hold me firmly in place. "Fuck, Donovan, swallow it," he urged.

I paced myself, at first, listening to his moans of approval, as I used my tongue and licked his sweet tasting pre-cum before sliding right back down. His hands gripping my hair as his hips thrust upwards into me. I kept my head still, and opened my mouth fully, allowing him to take full control of me. His speed was increasing as he was about to cum.

"Fuck..." he groaned. "Swallow it," he ordered. His movements were fast and quick as his hands gripped onto me before gasping, as he released his hot, thick cum into my mouth.

I swallowed every drop that pulsed into the back of my throat. As his hand began to loosen from my hair, I could hear him breathing heavily.

"Good girl," he said.

I wasn't sure if this was all it would take to save Robert's job, or my place in the course, but I was open to seeing what else Grant, possibly, demanded from me. How far would he go? How far would I?