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I had to make my move now — a move that neither of us could back down from. I either needed to get fucked right here and right now, or I needed to end this and go home and get off with a vibrator. While he continued to examine my answers and studiously avoid looking at me, I half-undid the button on my shirt — the one button that was holding everything in place.

“It looks like you’re getting this,” he said. His voice quivered a bit — god, he needed this as bad as I did, he just had to act on it. He finally turned toward me again and looked me in the eye. I watched as a bead of sweat gathered at his hairline and rolled down his temple. This boy had it bad. “I think you could do this step a little cleaner,” he added, pointing at a problem I deliberately messed up on, just to give us something to talk about.

“Oh?” I asked. I turned my upper body toward him and, just as I’d hoped, that crucial button popped free and my breasts fell out. “Oh my God!” I said in an urgent whisper. “I’m so sorry!”

I scooped up my breasts and put them back in my shirt. But I had won — his eyes locked onto my boobs and focussed on my nipples. His face went beet red when he realized I’d caught him staring.

“Maybe we should, uh,” John said, fumbling for words. He shoved my papers back in front of me and reached below the table for his backpack.

I put my hand on his hairy thigh and he froze. “Don’t leave,” I begged. I leaned toward him, to the point where my breasts almost fell out of my shirt again — and, fuck yes, his eyes were locked on my cleavage. “I still need some ... one on one with you ... we need to penetrate this homework assignment, really go deep...” I moved my hand further up his thigh, the hair beneath my fingers becoming coarse and thick. “I need you to help me...”

He looked around nervously, eyes scanning the room. “I, uh, I...”

I didn’t bother looking around, ensuring we were alone; it didn’t matter to me. Besides, if he’d spotted someone, I would’ve seen the panic in his eyes. I leaned in closer, bringing my lips to his ear, and slipped my fingers up the leg of his shorts, to the warm bulge that lay just a few inches away. My fingertips brushed against his long, hard cock, contained by a thin layer of cotton, and he jolted. Heat rose within me at that briefest of touches — John was much thicker and longer than I had thought he’d be.

“Stop hesitating,” I whispered into his ear, hot and heavy. “Touch me.”

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I set my backpack and purse down on the floor and I sat in the chair facing him. “I’ve got my paper in here,” I said, leaning forward to dig it out of my bag. My breasts nearly popped out of my shirt. I resisted the temptation to look up at Dr. Barnes, but I was sure he was staring down my shirt.

When I grabbed my paper and sat upright again, I saw the guilty shift in Dr. Barnes’s eyes. Yeah, he’d been staring. I edged forward in my chair, so just the edge of my ass was on it, and crossed my legs, letting my skirt rise even higher. I’d gone without panties today and I hoped it was noticeable from where he sat. I would’ve gone without a bra, too, but this one does amazing things to my rack.

I looked Dr. Barnes over as I handed him my paper and he quickly scanned through it. Could I fuck him? He was maybe in his forties, quite fit, had a full head of hair without a single gray. He was a hot daddy-type. I felt my pussy suddenly become a bit wet — maybe I wanted this more than I realized. When planning this, I’d expected to have to put up with it, but if the heat building in me was any indication, I might actually want this as much as him.

“Ah, yes,” he said. “I remember your paper. You had a great opening argument, but your supporting evidence was a bit forced and your conclusion more or less fell flat.” He looked up at me, his eyes never rising higher than my chest.

“Is there ... anything I can do ... to improve my grade?” I asked, pausing every few words, doing my best to sound seductive.

“We might ... we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement.” He finally looked up at my eyes. “Depends how much work you put into it. You could ... rewrite it this weekend and send it to me on Monday morning.” By the offhand manner in which he said that, and the way he waved his hand dismissively, I could tell he didn’t want us to take that option. No, he wanted a different kind of arrangement, but I could also sense some nervousness in him, like he wanted to be sure we were on the same page before he made his move.

“I was,” I said, pausing and running my fingers down the V of my shirt, stopping where it dove between my breasts, “hoping for an alternate arrangement.”

Dr. Barnes sat back in his chair and spread his legs. His bulge was noticeable — huge and hard. “What kind of arrangements did you have in mind.”

I let my hand fall from my shirt to the hem of my skirt. I nudged it up my thigh even more as I uncrossed my legs. The cool air of the office brushed between my legs, kissing me tenderly. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

He groped himself. “The final question, is how high do you want your grade to jump? Because if you want an A or an A+, we’re going to have to come to some sort of ... deep understanding.”

I groaned seductively and let my head fall back a bit, exposing my neck to him, as I ran my fingers across my mound. “I need an A ... and I’m willing to do anything to get it...”

When I heard the zip of Dr. Barnes’s fly, I brought my head back up and watched as he reached into his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. It was so much bigger than my ex-boyfriend’s.

I licked my lips as I stood up and came around to his side of the desk. I fell to my knees in front of him and wrapped my fingers around his shaft — it was hard and very warm, throbbing in my grip. I looked up at him and bit my lower lip, a look I’ve seduced men with before.

“I want that A,” I said, gently stroking up and down his shaft.

“Then you better start sucking,” he said.

I opened my mouth and took the crown of his dick in me. It tasted clean and his skin was velvety-soft. Slowly, I sunk my face down on it, taking it deeper in my mouth, until it brushed against the back of my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, moaning into his dick.

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On the second floor, I made my way down the hall to the end, to where Josh’s room was. My heart pounded harder and harder as I got closer. Josh wasn’t in there, I had to keep telling myself. He was at the football game with the rest of the assholes in this house.

Maybe ... maybe stealing his jockstrap would feel slightly cathartic. Perhaps trashing his room would feel even better. My nervousness seemed to dissipate as I contemplated how furious I might make him by invading his privacy like this. I could come to enjoy this.

I flicked off my light and put my cell in my pocket — there would be enough moonlight coming in the window to see my way.

Still not knowing why I strove to be so quiet, I gently laid my hand on the doorknob and entered, closing the door behind me without even the softest click. On the left was Josh’s bed and on the right was his desk and dresser. I crossed the room to his dresser and slid open the top drawer, where I knew he stored his socks and underwear. A bit of a funk wafted up and hit my nose — not everything in here was clean.

I grimaced as I reached in, vowing to slather my hands with sanitizer as soon as I got back to the sorority house. I pulled a few things out, holding them up to the moonlight to see if it was a jockstrap. Nope — these were briefs. I rifled through the contents of the drawer, hoping he had more than one jockstrap and that this wasn’t futile effort. If he was wearing his jock at the game right now, I’d have to settle for some briefs or something.

“Jessica?” a masculine voice said. My heart stopped and it felt like my stomach fell. Josh was here?

I turned around, slowly, still holding briefs in my hand. Josh was lying in bed, shirtless and under his blanket. Somehow I’d missed him when I came in — but I hadn’t expected to find him, anyway. And, dammit, I felt a warmth growing between my thighs. Despite his whorish ways, the mere sight of him still turned me on.

“Jessica ... what are you doing?” he asked. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, like he still wasn’t sure if he was actually seeing me.

“Why aren’t you at the game?” I asked, words tumbling out in a rush. I suddenly realized I still had his briefs in my hand — I quickly put them back in the drawer and slid it closed.

“I’m on suspension from the team until my grades improve,” he said. “What are you doing here?” he asked again.

I struggled to come up with some excuse, some explanation. “I don’t know,” I finally said.

He pushed aside his blanket and stood up — oh, God, he was wearing only a tight pair of briefs. His muscles shone in the moonlight, making him seem like an Adonis, and his bulge stood out prominently. And I knew that bulge intimately — I knew that even though it was large, he was still soft. Josh had a massive dick and managed to do things to me that no other guy was even capable of.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked. The anger I’d expected to hear in his voice wasn’t there; he didn’t seem to mind that he’d found me in his bedroom, uninvited.

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She sighed with what seemed to be true exasperation. “If you don’t pay your fees, then how are you going to learn your lesson and start returning books on time?” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Like I said before — email or text me with what’s due next week and I’ll bring it on Friday. You’ve got my info in my file.” I picked up my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Our flirty conversation had pretty much died down; I needed to go find a couple books for my psych paper.

“I have another suggestion,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Follow me,” she said, then turned and walked away from the counter. “Mark, watch the desk for a bit,” she said to her colleague, not waiting for a reply from him.

I quickly darted around the edge of the counter and followed her. I’d never been on this side of the counter, so I didn’t know what lay in the hallway Stephanie was headed toward. I caught up with her; she had her hand on a doorknob and watched me approach. There was a look in her eye that I couldn’t quite read. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen — was she going to give me a dressing down? Was she going to come up with some sort of bullshit academic plan that focused on returning books on time? Or was my wild university boy libido correct and she truly had the hots for me? Fuck, I wish. It was probably a conversation about responsibility.

She opened the door and pushed it open. “Go on in,” she said.

I entered the room to find a small office with a couple chairs, a desk, and a pile of books and papers. The plaque on the door read, “Stephanie Loewen, Head Librarian.” So this was her private office. As I sat in the chair facing the desk, I did a quick visual scan of the room, looking for photos of a boyfriend or husband — but the only photo I could find was of a St. Bernard dog. Good sign, I thought. If my wildest fantasy would ever come true, it didn’t seem she was tied down with another guy.

She closed the door, but a second click sound caught my attention and I turned to see her locking the door. I couldn’t fight the swelling of my cock — my erection was returning full-force as my horny imagination ran wild. If this was just a conversation, then why was she locking the door?

She crossed the small space to sit in the big leather chair on the opposite side of the desk. She leaned back and crossed her legs, her skirt riding high on her thigh.

“We need to do something about your bad habit of returning books late,” she said. The playful flirty tone to her voice was gone — what was left sounded stern and strict. That didn’t kill my hard-on, though, as it only seemed to intensify the naughty librarian fantasy I had of her.

“Maybe I need a stern talking-to,” I said, slipping back into the flirty mode we had going on back at the counter.

Stephanie shook her head. “You need something a little more ... impactful,” she said.

I cocked my head, confused about where this was actually going. “Huh?”

She rolled her chair back several inches and sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. She patted her thigh. “Come here,” she said.

I blinked several times. What the fuck? Was my wildest fantasy coming true? “Uh...” was all I could manage to say. I was in shock over the sudden turn of events from fantasy to reality.

“Come here!” she snapped at me.

My eyes widened — maybe this wasn’t the fantasy I’d hoped for. But there was no mistaking the authority in her voice, so I stood up and came around her desk. I started to sit down in her lap.

“No,” she said. “You’re not sitting in my lap — you’re getting a good, solid spanking. Bend over my lap.”

My heart raced with a resurgence of lust. Fuck yes! Fantasy come true! She was going to give me a little paddling on my ass and then for sure we’d end up making out or something. I couldn’t stop grinning as I bent over her lap, ass-up.

She pulled my sweats and briefs down to mid thigh, the cool air of the office caressing my ass and my dick hanging free, resting against her skirt. Oh my fucking God — I was in sex heaven! I couldn’t believe the turn in my luck! Months of flirting and teasing and finally this is happening!

Whap!

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Kevin reached out and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Professor Cameron called. Her honey voice, with just a bit of a husky edge, always went straight to his groin. He nudged the door open so she could see him. She leaned back in her chair, her short skirt riding up her crossed legs. “Ah, Kevin, nice to see you. What can I do for you?”

“I’m having a little trouble with yesterday’s assignment. I was hoping to get a little help,” he said. He tried not to stare at her milky thigh. She pointed at the only other chair in her cramped office and he sat down opposite her.

She looked at him over her thick-rimmed glasses. Kevin couldn’t quash the fantasy that she looked like a naughty librarian, especially with those glasses, that skirt, and the tight white blouse she wore that barely contained her large breasts.

“That’s what I’m here for, Kevin.” She bit her lower lip. “I’d love to help you with anything you need.”

Is she coming on to me? No...fuck...why would she want a stupid first year student like me? Fantasies of Professor Cameron had fuelled many masturbation sessions over the past few weeks; and every time she so much as looked in his direction, his first thought was always that she was hitting on him.

But his runaway imagination didn’t explain why she squeezed her arms together just slightly, pushing her chest out. Her heavy, melon-sized tits strained at the fabric, the buttons holding her blouse closed nearly snapping off.

Kevin watched the gap at the center of her blouse—there was no sign of a bra underneath. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, then forced himself to look up, to make eye contact.

“I’m glad you came in, Kevin. Your last quiz didn’t go so well, and it was basic anatomy.” She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, her dark skirt rising just a little higher. The skin of her inner thighs was smooth and shiny, drawing his eye up toward her crotch.

“Yeah, I just—I just don’t seem to get it that easily,” he said, voice cracking a couple times. It was difficult enough to concentrate on the subject matter when he was in Professor Cameron’s classroom, along with a hundred other people. But in the warm, cramped space of Cameron’s tiny office, concentration was just damn near impossible. Professor Cameron was like a wet dream come true. God knows how many times he’d jacked off to fantasies of her.

“What area are you struggling with right now?” she asked.

Kevin couldn’t stop the blush that heated his cheeks. He looked down at the papers clutched in his hand and then up at her again. “Um, the, uh...sex organs.” He put his papers down on the desk, to show her the diagram of a cross-section of the female reproductive system. “I’m, uh...unfamiliar with it and I’m struggling with memorizing it.”

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