TABOO 18+

I Did It With My Professor

Every girl wants to f**k Professor Hamilton. Including me.

He was the new substitute lecturer for advanced s****l relations. For a man who teaches s*x for a living, he definitely would know how to f**k.

He's what you call pure s*x. With his tight slacks that show off his toned legs and even the outline of his d**k, to his tight custom made dress shirts that are well ironed and fit perfectly against his hard, toned, and muscular body. He was tall, sexy, and handsome. He was everything good looking. And he was pretty young too. Found out he was 30 years old.

The first day I met him, I was late to his class. The class was rescheduled that day. Instead of 10:am in the morning, it was scheduled to be 8am that morning. When I pushed open the big double doors to the classroom, our eyes met and I almost creamed my panties. He scolded me about how he hated tardiness and lateness and asked me to go to my seat. His beautiful blue eyes followed me to my seat that day.

And since that very day, I've tried to get him out of my head and I couldn't. I always stared at his lips each time he lectured and I imagined those beautiful lips in between my legs, sucking all of my juices. He was so hot.

After our first encounter, the following weeks I noticed Mr Hamilton always staring at me. His eyes would discreetly find me in his classroom amongst other students before he began his lectures every morning. At first I thought he despised me and then I discovered maybe he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was probably considering the teaching ethics and the rules against s****l relationship between a teacher and his student. He could lose his job. And I knew that for sure, but that couldn't stop me or talk me out of all the bad things I wanted to do to him.

Today, he wore a dark blue dress shirt tucked into his black slacks. For some reason, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up his arm as he talked and demonstrated. He always used hand gestures each time he teaches which I found super sexy. I watched his lips, down to his chest and his toned arm. God he was so strong.

"Ms. Gabriel." A voice called my last name. I blinked my eyes, surprised to see my professor in front of me.

How the hell did he get here so fast?

" Sir. Yes, professor." I cleared my throat and sat straight on my chair. I didn't miss his discreet stare on my boobs through my polo shirt that I forgot to button.

" Did you hear what I said?" He asked. His hands were thrusted in his pants as he stood tall in front of me.

" Uh…"

" I said 'did you hear what I said?' I asked a question earlier and it seemed you were the only one not paying attention."

" I'm sorry sir. I uh…" I cleared my throat as I stared into his ocean blue eyes.

How the hell was I supposed to concentrate when he was this hot? Every other day since I came to understand he was the substitute teacher, I barely paid attention to what he teaches. I only stare at him. And if I keep that up, I will definitely fail this course.

" What are you thinking?" He asked.

You…

" Nothing. I'm sorry. I promised I will pay attention henceforth."

" You didn't submit the assignment I gave the class last week. Why?"

" Assignment?" I muttered and looked around the class. Everyone was staring at us and I was embarrassed. Why did I have this feeling he was being this annoying just to annoy me?

I sighed and looked down at my book.

" You'll wait for me after class." He said, mostly for my ears only as he walked back to the podium.

After class, I waited for the other students to leave before I approached professor Hamilton. He was getting ready to leave too. I cleared my throat and he stopped doing what he was doing to look at me. His gaze fell on my chest again as he looked away. He sighed and sat on his desk. Same desk I've imagined him f**k me against it.

" So you ready to tell me what you were thinking about or do I have to f**k it out of you?"

Um hello? Is my professor flirting with me or did I just hear something else? I stared at him with an open mouth. Who knew he was this vulgar?

" Sir?"

" I said, are you ready to tell me what you were thinking about or do I have to force it out of you?"

Force? Was it f**k or forced he said? Damn, now I was hearing things?

" What did you think I said?" Professor Hamilton asked with raised eyebrows.

" f**k?" The word rolled out of his tongue with perfection.

Fuck...

When I didn't answer, he smirked. Satisfied he already knew what I thought, he said.

" What were you thinking Sydney?" He asked. I was surprised he addressed me by my first name.

" Nothing."

" And you want me to believe that?" He asked. " Mere look at you, anyone can see whatever thing you were thinking about there was clearly pleasure involved in it."

" What?" I choked out.

" You're not a child, Syd, don't act like one." He said and stood up. I moved back.

" It was nothing really. I promise."

" Hmm." His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and then he smirked.

" Okay. I guess I'm a little disappointed I wasn't behind that nasty thought of yours." He said to me and turned to grab his bag.

" What?" I stuttered. Professor Hamilton picked up his bag and turned to look at me, with that same smirk on his lips.

" I have been watching you, Syd. And I can clearly tell when a woman wants to be f****d real hard by her professor." He whispered, his thumb brushing on my lower lip. I was dumbstruck.

My professor wants to f**k me as much as I wanted to f**k him. Yay!

" And I think the reason you weren't paying attention to what I was saying is because you were thinking about me f*****g you right against my desk." He whispered as he stepped closer to me, still smirking.

" Am I correct?" He whispered. I gulped.

He leaned in to whisper something against my neck. I gulp at our proximity. Someone might walk in and that can end both our careers. Me, bye bye to school, and him bye bye to 'dream' job.

" One of these days, we will make those wishes come true. And you'll be screaming my name while I make you c*m countless times around my d**k. Sydney."