Office Hours

The building was nearly empty when Julia knocked on Professor Alden’s door. It was after office hours, but his light was still on.

“Come in,” he called. He sounded tired, irritated.

She stepped inside, clutching her folder tighter than she meant to. Professor Alden was the most intimidating professor she had ever had. He was brilliant, never phased by anything, and never let students get by with anything. He always held students to the highest of standards, which were seemingly impossible to reach.

Julia had been to his office multiple times throughout the semester, always at risk of failing and losing her scholarship. She couldn’t let that happen. She had just bombed her latest paper, and she would do anything to pull up that grade.

His office looked like it always did. His books aligned perfectly, papers in neat little stacks, one chair slightly off-center. Alden sat behind his desk, posture impeccable, eyes sharper than she remembered.

“Ms. Ward,” he said. “It’s late.” He placed an expensive-looking pen neatly down on the nearest stack of papers.

She swallowed hard before answering, attempting to move the lump that had lodged itself in her throat. “I need to talk about my grade.”

He sighed quietly and gestured toward the chair. “Then talk.”

She sat and nervously began her plea. She started with logic, citations, but she stammered and couldn’t make any of the points she had rehearsed over and over. He let her speak, quiet as stone. When she finished, he only said, “You followed the instructions, but you didn’t own it. You’re still not owning it.”

Her breath caught. “You mean I didn’t agree with you.”

A flicker of a smile. “That’s not the same thing.”

She bristled, heat creeping up her neck. “Then let me finish my argument.”

He leaned back, studying her. “Go ahead.”

Julia’s heart began to race as the moment she was waiting for was now presenting itself. This grade could make or break her. With resolve, she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, teasing.

He leaned back further in his leather chair, his eyes following her hands as they worked the buttons.

With the last button undone, her blouse slipped to the floor, landing softly on the Persian rug beneath her feet. She reached back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall from her fingertips to join the blouse on the floor. With a sly grin, she reached under her skirt and freed her panties from their warm home between her legs. They fell to the growing pile of clothes.

Julia stepped out of them and walked around his desk, trailing one finger across the wood as she closed the space between them. She now stood between his legs, looking down at him only for a moment before kneeling.

She reached forward and began working at his belt. Professor Alden didn’t say a word. Once he was unbuckled and unzipped, he lifted his hips as she grasped at his slacks, pulling them down.

He still didn’t speak, but his arousal was obvious. Julia licked her lips, making sure they were nice and wet before dipping her head forward, taking him into her mouth. He let out a groan as her lips slipped over his length.

She worked him slowly, loving the control. Julia now had the upper hand. She was going to tease him until he broke.

She pressed her flattened tongue to his balls and licked the underside of his cock. When she got to the tip, she stopped and repeated the process. She was going to drive him insane with need.

She pressed her tongue to his balls again, licking upward slowly. This time, she gently placed her lips on the tip and gently nudged the base of it with the tip of her tongue. He groaned more loudly. This time it was strained, almost a grunt. She almost had him.

She continued to knead her tongue against the base of his tip, stripping him of all control.

He finally broke, attempting to thrust his hips into her. He pressed his cock into her mouth, needing more, needing to be deeper, but she couldn’t let him take his control back. She was in charge here. She quickly pulled her head back, his wet cock standing at full attention. She looked up at him and shook her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth. He was panting, his eyes full of need.

“Naughty boy,” she said. “You don’t get to move. Not yet.”

Julia locked her eyes on his and stood unhurriedly, placing her hands on his shoulders. She didn’t break eye contact as she straddled him, and without a word, reached down and took his dick in her hand. She leisurely ran the tip over her slippery opening. She could feel his bulging cock throbbing in her hand, ready, screaming for release.

She finally lowered herself gradually, her pussy savoring the slow stretch. She felt formidable. Tension radiated between them as though she was siphoning his power and wielding it as her own. When she had every inch of him inside her, she held her position and leaned forward, pressing a nipple to his mouth. He devoured it, suckling, licking, nibbling. The sensations shot through her, her pussy now pulsing with its own needs.

She began sliding up and down, achingly slow. He groaned against her breast but didn’t say a word. She needed him to beg. She kept her pace, hovering a few moments as the tip lay just inside her before slowly sliding back down his length. He grunted loudly against her, his cock hard as steel. She played with his hair as she began to gently grind into him. This was too much. He couln’t take it anymore.

“Please,” he said softly, looking up at her, his intense eyes pleading with her. That was all she needed to hear.

She grabbed his shoulder and began riding up and down on his dick, her perky tits bouncing in his face. He grabbed her ass, lifting her and pressing her back down, pressing into her as deeply as he could get. His grip was tight, as if he were holding on for dear life. His worn leather chair was creaking under the strain.

His breathing began to change as she felt his cock stiffen inside her. He was ready to explode. She couldn’t lose her momentum now.

She bent her head forward, her forehead pressed against his as she continued to work her hips, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. He groaned loudly as he released inside her, his hot breath blowing against her damp skin, his hands pulling her onto him. He grasped at her hips frantically, as though he was unable to get deep enough, desperate to be completely inside of her. After what seemed an eternity, his grip slowly loosened as the throbbing in his cock gradually diminished. He had emptied into her, completely spent.

A sly grin traced her lips as she gently pulled away. She kept her eyes on him as she walked over and began pulling on her clothes. He sat there, motionless, but watching her every move.

“So, how was my argument?” she asked, slowly pulling her panties up her cum-streaked legs.

Her question seemed to pull him out of a trance. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before answering. He stood and pulled his pants back up, buckling his belt before answering.

“You made a very strong argument, Ms. Ward. You’ve mastered the concepts quite well.”

He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. “Your paper will be reevaluated,” he said. “On merit.”

She nodded, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Thank you.”

As she reached the door, he spoke again. His voice was low, more controlled.

“Next time,” he said, “don’t wait so long to challenge me.”

She didn’t look back, but the corner of her mouth curved as she walked away.