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Extra Credit*My first attempt at a story. Somewhat based on real-life.*After working in a major technological field for over 4 years, I unexpectedly was laid off. After hammering the pavement for weeks without any leads, things were getting a bit tight financially; I was getting worried. As luck would have it, I ran into an old co-worker of mine, Bill, at a birthday party one night. He talked up his position at the local community college as a Professor. He detailed to me that they always needed Lecturers and that he might be able to pull a few strings to get me an interview. I dismissed it as the 4 glasses of wine he had, and forgot about it. 3 days later, I got a call from the Personnel department to set up an interview! To my genuine surprise, I aced the interview and was offered a job as Lecturer. While it didn’t have the same perks as being a fully tenured professor, it did allow me to have my own office on campus, and I was responsible for teaching 4 entry-level Communications classes. Things were looking up, for sure.As they do in most places, the new guy gets the shit schedule. In my case, it was 3 days of early 8am/9am/10am classes per week, and then one class in the evenings on Thursday night at 7-9pm. The new guy designation also relegated me to one of the smallest offices, which I had to share with another lecturer. It was very small, but since the other Lecturer only taught on Fridays, I would have the office completely to myself, and we both agreed that I could set it up as I pleased, provided I left him some space (which I did). One feature of the older office was that it was set back amongst a smaller hallway in the Communications department, and didn’t see much foot traffic. It was nice and quiet, which was great during the first few days of getting my lesson plans together. It also had an amazing built-in bookshelf, which I gladly stocked with all sorts of reading materials, as well as some must-have books from my own time in College. Add one large palm plant and some standard desk accoutrements, including my large autographed photo of Bill Nye, and my office was starting to feel like home. I had office hours for 30 minutes after classes concluded on M/Tu/W, and then for a 1 hour after class on Thursday, and was eager to get into the routine.My first two weeks of teaching were exactly as I expected them: Boring. I had multiple first year students that had a hard time making it to the early classes and would often come in smelling like their late-night bar escapades, or some as their early-morning bong endeavors. To each their own, I had to remind myself (Hey I was a student once too). I had very few office visitors after my classes, and spent my time in office hours surfing the web to add to my newly growing vinyl collection. The night class was different though; There were many non-traditional students that were either working on degrees to better their situation, or students that worked full-time during the day and then took classes late. I tried to do more with this class by engaging them with more varied lessons; all the while trying to keep it fresh through less book-work. I related more to their time struggles and older ages, and it seemed to be an approach that they all appreciated. I was going to get more than I bargained for with this class however, in a way that I had yet to realize.The second week that I was teaching my Thursday night class, I was late getting to class. In my hurry, I literally ran into a woman as we both came around the corner at the same moment, spilling the contents of my briefcase all over the floor, and causing her to topple backwards with a gentle thud on her backside. “Oooooh!” she proclaimed, followed by a gentle laugh that gained intensity the longer it lasted. From my prone position, I looked up to see her smiling: A Latina woman in her middle 30’s, 5ft 7, long dark curly hair, fair caramel skin, impeccable clothing, soft makeup, and sparkling brown eyes. Wow. She was gorgeous: With ample breasts, small waist, thick hips, soft features, and large soft-looking lips… “Anyone get the number of that truck?” she exclaimed with a smile that seemed to instantly make me almost melt into a puddle in my shoes. We shared this smile and laughter as I helped her up. She then helped me gather a few of my papers, which I unceremoniously stuffed back into my briefcase while I profusely apologized. She told me that she didn’t mind and asked if I knew where room 13A was? I instantly realized that she was in my class for the evening, and stammered out that I was the Lecturer and that I would be happy to show her where it was. I introduced myself, and in turn, she introduced herself as Miss Lopez, but added with a smile and a wink that I could call her Lika. Her delicate handshake featured one of the softest hands I had ever touched, and the smile and wink took my breath away. I’m quite sure I was blushing. I quickly turned and started towards the classroom, with her in tow.On the way there, we small-talk chatted about what the class was about, textbooks, and other small-talk that professors and students engage in. I was, however, completely surprised by how often she was laughing/smiling, all the while walking very close to me. She seemed to have electricity about her that took me off guard: There was an instant attraction. However, since I was trying to be professional, I put all those thoughts out of my mind, escorted her to the classroom, and started my lecture. The rest of the evening went without note, and after exchanging a small apology, I retreated to my office to reflect on this new development. For the next few months, my thoughts more than often wandered to my Thursday night class, and specifically, Miss Lopez; I looked forward to those class periods. She was vivacious, personable, and many times, quite sexy in her manner of dress. Outfitted in long flowing sundresses that displayed her perky, yet supple looking breasts, with a flitting manner that almost saw her float in and out of my class balanced with times of boots, skin-tight leggings/jeans and sweaters/t-shirts that always allowed her curves to be on display, she was the best part of my week. It was very difficult not to be entranced by her and I had to redouble my efforts to keep my eyes from lingering too long. I sometimes thought that I noticed her absentmindedly staring at me (as if lost in thought), but chalked it up to her just paying attention to the teacher (as well she should, right?) There was also a brief moment right after midterms when I could have sworn that I caught her staring almost longingly at my crotch while her pencil was wedged against her ruby red lips, followed by a quick blush and seat wriggle… I thought afterwards though that I had just imagined it. Despite the sexy appearance, she was not as vapid as some might suppose her to be: She asked meaningful and insightful questions that made teaching my class easier and was a stellar pupil. It was almost as if she was on the same wavelength as I was, and she was quickly becoming one of my favorite students. Her work was amongst the best of the entire class, securing a solid ‘A’ on her midterm, and all assignments given were well-done and on time.Four weeks before finals, she was mysteriously absent from class. No one in the class knew her whereabouts, and after checking my email, I disappointedly buca escort discovered that she was having “family issues” and wouldn’t be in class for 2 weeks. I reminded her that per the Community College standards, three unexcused absences lowered her grade by one half letter (which would cause her to lose her current A). I also reminded her that she was doing so well I’d hate to see her lose the high mark that she more than earned. Her reply assured me that she would not miss more than another week, and that she would communicate with me if the situation changed. She elaborated no further.Fast forward two more weeks (the week before finals), and still, no word from Miss Lopez. I was a bit resentful that I had been put in the position of having to give a student a lower grade than they deserved, especially for one such as her; a student I liked and had obviously earned the higher grade. But rules were rules, I supposed. As I was about to finish up for the nightly office hour, an email came in on the University system. It was from Miss Lopez, asking if I could please wait for her: She wanted to meet with me and discuss the recent situation and see if there was any way to avoid the loss of her A in the class. I responded in affirmation and awaited her arrival in the now almost deserted Communications building. After waiting for nearly an hour longer, I decided that I would wait 10 minutes more and then call it a night. I quickly ducked out of the office for a visit to the little professor’s room before the intention of locking up and going home.When I returned, the sight that greeted me was unexpected, but welcome; Miss Lopez was in my office. I actually smelled her before I saw her: The wonderful flowery scent of her perfume permeated the entire hallway (as well as my office). Peeking in a bit, I was greeted with the sight of her in one of the shortest and tightest skirts I had ever seen her in, matched up with a flowing top that I soon would discover offered a fantastic view of her amazing cleavage. To make it even better, she was leaning over reading the titles on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, displaying a full view of her from the rear. My eyes traced languidly up the back of her 4 inch black heels and continued up her taught caramel legs, past her supple thighs, and then up to her amazing round perfect ass, which had slightly shifted the black fabric upwards exposing even more of her to my widening eyes. A slight triangle of a black silky thong was peeking out from between her thigh gap, along with the very bottom of her bare ass cheeks. It made my cock inadvertently tingle and jump in my pants; they suddenly seemed a bit smaller than when I had left the office. Still unaware of my presence, she moved her gaze upward on the shelves, and with one fluid motion, adjusted the painted-on skirt so as to cover herself again. I found myself licking my lips, as my mouth had inexplicably gone a bit dry.I cleared my throat, and she turned and smiled. My knees almost wobbled as I took her all in: What a stunner she was! For a moment, I forgot my own name and just was lost in her big brown eyes. As I regained my composure, she spoke…”Hi Professor. I thought you might have left, but then I saw your stuff”, she explained and smiled. “I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience to have you wait for me”. She looked a bit nervous, surprisingly.”No, not really”, I responded. “I just wanted to give you an opportunity to explain what was going on. I don’t often have one of my favorite students just vanish”. I almost regretted saying that until I saw the distinct redness of a blush on her cheeks. “You’re too sweet”, she murmured as she moved closer to me. “That’s why I like you so much…” She added quickly: “As a teacher, I mean. You just are so nice”. She was now only a few feet away from me, and her perfume filled my nostrils, intoxicating me with the amazing scent. After lingering for a moment in her eyes that seemed to take an hour, I took a deep breath, offered her a seat, and closed the office door. As best I could, I casually sat down behind my desk and smiled at her. She waited for me to sit down before she slowly lowered herself into the seat across from me, demurely crossed those amazing legs, and lingered the final few inches – as if she wanted me to look right up her skirt. I noted to myself to have maintenance check out that air conditioner…It suddenly seemed much hotter in here.She started off by apologizing for not being in class. A close family member of hers was recently ill, and she had to travel to Puerto Rico to take care of her. Despite her best intentions, she just couldn’t have come back any sooner. I nodded, and agreed that family took precedence, but hastily reiterated the College’s policy on absences. “While I understand about your situation, there is that small thing, and even though I want to let you slide, the College won’t. What should we do about this?” I asked her. She cocked her head slightly as if in thought and replied: “How about some extra credit? I mean, it is your class right?” She shyly smiled. “We both know that I earned an A. That way you have yourself covered, but I can still get the grade I deserve.” I nodded in agreement. “Was there anything you had in mind?” I asked, innocently. She suddenly blushed and looked a bit flustered. As almost an afterthought she pointed towards my bookshelves and asked, “How about I read one of those? I was looking earlier and there were a few that looked really…interesting.” I suggested a title and was about to get up to grab it for her, but she was already moving towards the shelf. I then realized my unintentional brilliance, as the book I suggested was on the lowest shelf, and it would afford me another opportunity to stare at her amazing ass when she bent over to retrieve it. The thought of it made my cock start to tingle. “Which one again?” she asked coyly. She flipped her hair as she looked back at me, giving me an almost pornographic view of her on display for my eyes. “The white one on the bottom shelf”, I half-choked out in reply. As she bent over even further, the short skirt shifted more and more upwards, inch by inch. “Oh, there are so many here. I can’t find it” She mimed a frustrated look, complete with a lip bite that almost made me lose my shit completely. At that moment I just pointed, as I had lost motor control to my mouth… I couldn’t find any words as the scene of those eyes and that ass before me literally short-circuited my ability to construct a evenly mildly rational response. “Why don’t you come over here and show me which one?” My fingers were tingling with the headiness of it all and my almost hard cock was starting to pulse in its cotton prison. Still, I found the strength to will myself out of that chair…As if in slow-motion, I got up, stepped across the small office, and moved slightly behind her. Her almost exposed round ass was just there, staring me in the face – begging me to touch it; to caress and lick it. I fought that desire for several seconds, then moved to her side and started to reach for the book. However, she was blocking my only access to its location: I had to put my hand on the small of her back to reach it – Her back involuntarily arched a bit at my touch, and judging by the sound of her exhale, her breath quickened slightly. I could feel heat rising buca escort bayan from her body, although at the time I was unsure if that was her, or my own hand. “This one”, I said, and handed it to her, while staring into those limitless brown eyes. “Just make sure to read it and hand in a brief synopsis, and we’ll make sure you get that A”. Her face suddenly flushed, as if she realized something and said: “We could do that”. She met my gaze, smirked apparently at her own thought, and followed it with a soft purring voice: “Or you could just fuck me hard right here in your office, and we can forget all this book nonsense”. I was almost shocked at her directness, and before I could even form a rebuttal, her lips were against mine and we were embracing passionately. Those red lips were so much softer than I ever could imagine, and those soft first kisses sent that familiar electricity of our first meeting up and down my spine. While her kisses started with an initial softness of intensity, a forcefulness emerged as the rising passion increased, our tongues snaking and darting into each other’s mouths as we pressed against each other. The book dropped on the floor with a smack, long forgotten. I felt her hands caress my back as mine immediately started to slide her skirt upwards while cupping her magnificent ass; Rolling and kneading it between my fingers I could feel the goose bumps of her supple skin in response. Combined with her soft moan that stole my own breath, it was quite apparent that she liked it even more than I did. Before I knew it, both of our shirts were off, her amazing tan nipples against my chest; our skin to skin contact only seemed to fuel our explorations further. I ran my tongue up and down the nape of her kneck and ears, her leg slightly wrapping around my own as she grinded into my stiffness as we stood there, lost in the moment of desire.She whispered and moaned into my ear breathlessly: “I wanted you the moment I saw you. God, you are so sexy.” With my tongue gliding over her kneck still, I pinched and rolled her rock-hard nipples between my fingers, she continued: “I would stare at you in class and imagine your tongue on my nipples, or flicking my clit. Sometimes, I’d imagine your cock in my throat, and you fucking me in every position until I creamed all over you… For a while, I couldn’t even leave the parking lot after class without making myself cum with my fingers. You always turned me on so much that I would have to play with myself again when I got home to even focus.” With those words, her hand reached down between her own legs as she started to rub her slit through the black satin fabric of her panties. My fingers joined hers, as we slowly moved against the shiny fabric and she moaned again when we reached her clit, together; the moist heat rising up against our entwined probing fingers. I moved my mouth upwards towards her ear and whispered back: “Show me”. Her legs started to almost wobble at the very suggestion and with a sexy little smile; she took a step away from me, turned around, bent over, moved her skirt up around her waist, and slowly slid her string thong down around her ankles. The view of her bent over was divine: Her shaved pussy lips were dripping with juice, and her delicate puckered asshole made my mouth water with anticipation.With graceful purpose, she stepped out of her panties, turned and sat down, keeping her exposed, and glistening pussy towards me. Pulling her legs up to afford me a better view, she took two fingers and immediately started to slide them in and out with a wet squishing noise. “Ah ah ah”, I mock scolded her. “Not so fast, Miss Lopez. Start by teasing your outer lips…We don’t want you to cum just yet. You’re not allowed.” Her chest heaved as her fingers left shiny trails of juices on her outer lips as she complied. “No fair”, she breathlessly whimpered. “This is MY class, Miss Lopez. I decide what is fair”, and then smiled at her. I could almost feel her tension rise as she started rubbing her vulva firmly. “Slower. Now show me how wet you are.” She spread herself open for me, and not surprisingly she was soaked; the juices were welling up and small rivulets of her honey dripped off her lips. “Now focus with just one finger on your clit and go slowly,” I reminded her, “Or else we’ll have to start from the beginning again”. She looked up at me and smiled back as if to say “You are terrible, but I love it”. As her finger centered on her button she jumped, and her hips were u*********sly grinding against it with every small circle of that delicate fingertip; soft moans of pleasure escaped her clenched jaw. “Almost time Miss Lopez”, I teased, relishing this moment with this gorgeous woman obeying my every command. After a minute of her whimpering in desire, I finally decided it was time. “Ok Miss Lopez. Now take one finger and slide it in, but slowly or else I’ll take points off.” I winked at her and she complied – With a low groan she effortlessly slid her index finger into her slick hole. “Good”, I said. I moved closer to her and whispered into her ear “I love watching you fuck yourself. Slide two fingers in.” She moaned again and complied; moving her hips now with every thrust. “Is this how you did it in your car after class?”, I whispered. She shook her head in affirmation. “Good. Now show me three, but you aren’t allowed to cum just yet.” Her frustrated mewls of pleasure were driving me crazy, but I wanted to make this orgasm intense for her, so I denied her. “I’m so close…” She moaned. “Slow down then” I firmly whispered, as my tongue danced in her ear. Her whole body started to almost vibrate as her fingers started going slower almost against her wishes, my tongue suckling her earlobe, leaving slick trails of saliva on her. “Let me get a closer look”, I said evilly.Kneeling down in front of her, I centered my face about three inches away from her fingers working her magical pussy – I say it was magic because although she hadn’t yet come, the heat coming off of it was intense. “Remember, you aren’t allowed to come yet”. I sense she was close as her fingers were moving so slowly now, prolonging the agony of this moment. It seemed I had had enough, as I buried my face in her warmth. The suddenness of it took her by surprise, and she moaned loudly as my tongue slid in between her shiny fingers and straight for her clit. As I did one circle around it, she started to shake. My hands moved upwards and took a hard nipple in each index and forefinger, and squeezed, hard. It was too much as her whole body convulsed and she started breathing and moaning uncontrollably. “Oh my god…I’m going to c-c-c-ome”, she stuttered. My eyes flicked upwards for just a tick, which was all the encouragement she needed, as her cream flooded my mouth and starting dripping down my face; her orgasm was long and protracted, and absolutely delicious. Her juices were sweet, like sugar, but with a consistency of honey. After a several minutes of her shaking and contracting, she pulled my face up to hers and she began to both kiss my mouth, as well as lick her juices off my chin. “That was so fucking g-g-g-good. Oh my fucking god that was good.” “That was only one part of the oral exam portion of this evening, Miss Lopez”, I grinned at her, as I stood up in front of her and started to unbutton my pants. Another flash escort burca of desire showed in her eyes as she started to u*********sly lick her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Her hands reached up and with one swift tug, had pulled both my pants and my boxer briefs to around mid-thigh level, as my very hard cock sprang free from their confines. Her eyes hungrily gazed upon it. “It’s so perfect”, she sighed, and “I can’t wait for you to fuck my mouth with it.” That made my knees wobble a bit, as it was a bit dirtier that I had expected, but I loved it. She started to softly kiss the tip, and using her tongue, she snaked up the little sticky bit of pre-cum. “Mmmmm, yummy” Taking the base with her hand, she slowly slid the entire length of it down into her throat in one delicious movement. Now I was the one groaning in pleasure, as her throat muscles massaged the tip, and her tongue swirled around the shaft. “Yes Miss Lopez, FUCK that’s so GOOD.” Immediately, she was alternately both sucking, deep throating, and stroking me and making soft slurping sounds. It was when she started to softly moan that I realized that her fingers were back in her hot little pussy again, causing me to firmly, but not roughly grab the sides of her head and push my cock into her throat so that her nose touched my stomach. I could feel her gagging slightly as it tickled the back of her throat, and relented. She gasped, smiled up at me with those amazing eyes, and then pushed it into her throat again, this time of her own volition, as her slick fingers made soft squishing noises as they went in and out. This was really starting to turn me on: An amazing woman sucking my rock-hard throbbing cock while she played with her hot pussy was almost too much to bear. I looked down at her and asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Miss Lopez?”. Her whole body shook with the words, and I took that response as a resounding yes.Taking my hands under her arms, I gently lifted her to her feet, turning her body slightly and then guiding her to my desk. I turned her around, and she spread out her legs as if I were about to frisk her. Pushing her upper torso down towards the desk a bit more roughly that I had intended, I asked in a low tone: “Are you ready for me?” She started shaking again as I heard “Y-y-y-es, Fuck me hard. Fuck me now”. “Not quite yet”. “You have to take some discipline for missing my class.” She looked back to me a bit puzzled, but quickly gathered what I had in mind when my outstretched palm connected with her caramel ass cheek with a smack. She softly moaned in response. “Do you need to be disciplined, Miss Lopez?” I patronizingly asked with a bit of an evil grin on my face. She stammered “Y-y-yes S-s-s-ir” as my hand came down again, this time harder. And then again. And again; each time gaining intensity as she softly moaned and squirmed beneath me. My palms were leaving small red handprints on her skin, and each time, I would rub the delicious ass cheek a bit to lessen the sting. It was really working her up into quite a state, as her juices had visibly started to drip down her thighs, and she was begging me with each slap, “Please fuck me now, I won’t miss class again, I promise. Just fuck me good. Please, sir.” It was all I could take. “Ok Miss Lopez. Time to fuck.” Her legs started to quiver at the words. I wet the tip of my cock with saliva and with a slow movement; I slid the tip in, feeling her slick pussy almost hungrily gripping for more. “MORE”, she begged. “Oh god, give me more of your cock”. Teasing her a bit, I slowly inched in more and more with every excruciating slow thrust until finally, I slid it all the way in, and she gasped. Slowly, I started to move it in and out as she was softly moaning and pushing her hips back to meet each slow, deep thrust. “Oh fuck that feels so g-g-goood”, she moaned. “Your cock feels so good inside me mmmmmmmmmmmh”. I picked up the pace slightly. Her hips never stopped pushing back to me as I started to make soft slapping noises as my thighs hit her ass cheeks. The whole time she was moaning and grinding against me. Picking up the pace, I turned almost a****l: I lost myself in her for at least 10 minutes of pounding her like a fucktoy, changing the angle and the pace, trying to hit her g-spot. When she started to speak in Spanish that I knew I had really found it. “Ai papi, Ai que rico, no te detengas, estoy bien mojadita, si, FUCK, MAS MAS MAS!” She was moaning uncontrollably and then moaned “Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai, Y-y-y-y-a-a-a me vengo!”, and started to shake again uncontrollably as she reached another climax. A sharp groan escaped her lips, and she all but collapsed on the desk. Aside from the gush of her sexy honey that dripped down both of our legs, her pussy was so tight around me that I almost couldn’t even move it inside her, nor could I pull it out; It just gripped me, throbbing and convulsing; I loved every second of it. It took her a few minutes to catch her breath; the whole time she had a huge satisfied smile on her face.She looked back at me and said: “Ai, that was so fucking good. Your cock made me cum so fucking hard. Now I want to suck all the tasty sperm out of that perfect dick”. With those words, my balls started to tingle; I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to extract her sweet reward. “But”, she continued, “You have to fuck my mouth as hard as you fucked my pussy. Fair is fair.”She kneeled once more in front of me and slid my still rock hard cock down her tight, wet throat. I gripped the sides of her head and wrapped my hands in her hair, turning her beautiful face into my main source of release. I started pumping, her mouth making wet noises. As I picked up the pace, the noises increased in volume, and she started to both gag and choke. I slowed a bit. As if sensing my concern, her hands latched on to my ass cheeks as if to say “Yes, I want it this way”; guiding my rhythm and pace even faster. Harder and faster I fucked that sweet mouth and throat just like it was her tight little pussy. I started to moan, loudly with each thrust. After a few minutes of this, I noticed again that she had removed one hand from my ass cheek and was once again finger fucking her hot little box; between the thrusts and small chokes and gags, she was moaning contentedly. “Are you ready Miss Lopez?” She mumbled and shoved an extra finger in, stretching herself even further. It was too much to take and with one heave and and a thrust, I shot a huge load right down her throat as I exclaimed my love for her mouth, while her whole body shook and convulsed, starved for breath, but hungry for my hot load. She continued sucking it after I came, but with a tenderness that while still keeping it hard, felt so amazing that my whole body was tingling. I can only imagine that she felt the same way.We cleaned up a bit and put our clothes back on. She took a few drinks from her water bottle, and clearing her throat said “That was fucking amazing. Your cum tasted so sweet and you fucked me so good that I might just get addicted to you.” I smiled in response, knowing that we would fuck again, soon, and that I would have my way with her then too. Maybe I would even slide my cock into her tight ass? The future was wide open, indeed. We embraced and kissed for a few moments, and then parted ways. As she was leaving the office, she looked back and asked: “Soooo…. We’re good on this whole grade thing?” I winked and replied: “Yes, Miss Lopez. But you may need some private tutoring, just to be safe.” She smiled and I watched her float out of the door and into the hallway.

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