Thursday, September 16, 2010

Softcore kelly


  Professor Lurig kept regular office hours, so Kelly stopped by his office once she got her grades for the semester. She knocked on the hardwood door, and hearing his deep bellow “come” she opened the door and went inside.

  The office was paneled wood in a deep mahogany, a set of deep green wingbacks faced away from the door flanking the front of a gigantic wood desk, and behind that was a mountain of a man, her English professor.

 “Professor Lurig,” Kelly began in her rehearsed speech as she walked confidently into the room and took a seat primly on the end of one of the leather wingbacks. “I would like to talk to you about last semesters grade that I received in your Literature class?”

  The bearded professor scrubbed at his jaw line, never looking up from the pile of papers in front of him. He removed his glasses with one huge primitive knuckled paw and kneaded his forehead with the other. “What, what about your grades” he paused a second looking at her and then as if finally remembering her “Ms. Nesler?”

 Kelly was only mildly annoyed that he didn’t seem to recognize her. She put her book back into her bag, which she dropped beside her feet casually, and then tucked back her hair and dove back into her rehearsed monologue while the professor replaced his glasses and began to pour himself some more coffee from a steaming thermos.

  “I got a B, and while many students here on campus would graciously accept a B as being a acceptable grade, I strive for perfection and think that my work shows that level of commitment. I believe I have earned a A.” She paused to breath and he interrupted “You, do- do you?”

  It had broken her train of thought, she stammered… “Well yes I do.” He then proceeded to stand, crack his back noisily and made his lumbering way around his desk and he closed the curtain that separated the back part of his office and closed the door to the hallway solidly. There was a distinct click. Kelly suddenly felt slightly nervous, but he came around the side of the chair then, startling her slightly which she tried not to let show.

 “Why do you feel you earn that distinction Ms. Nesler? I almost never give A’s in my advanced literature class, as I am sure you have heard. I give A’s only in the case of truly outstanding work. When the rare gifted writer chooses to grace my class… then Ms. Nesler I give a A. You Ms Nestler do not seem to have this gift. You Ms Nesler- deserve a B.” He concluded, his back now to the desk, he leaned back on his fingertips which were splayed on the desk edge.

Kelly gulped and leaned forward slightly. She needed this grade and wasn’t going to take no for a answer. “Professor, I really strive to keep a perfect GPA, I have managed thus far in my university career..”

  “I don’t care what grades other teachers have given you in the past Ms. Nesler.” He almost growled at her with his deep baritone voice. “Your grades in my class reflect the level of competence you have shown me. Not what you’ve given to your other teachers.”

Kelly decided to change tactic. He wanted to close his door, and seemed to like making her nervous? Well fine she would see how he liked it. She ran her hand up her neck into her hair line, ran it back down, pulling slightly at the collar of her shirt. It was subtle, not obvious, she looked up at him, her eyes slightly askew through her hair she kept her expression some what innocent, and asked. “Surely there is some make up assignment I could do to earn extra consideration?”

“What kind of assignment exactly Ms. Nesler?” He asked. Simple question, but it hung in the air like it was dangerous. She didn’t know what to say to proceed, so she reached into her bag again and got her pen out. The whole time she made sure that her body was slanted provocatively to afford the professor a descent view of her assets, her legs and her cleavage. She came up with the pen in her mouth and smiled at him while she continued to dig through her bag for her notepad which she flipped to the correct day.

  “Maybe there is a paper I could write?” She began, and he shook his head with a smirk.
“The days for essays are long past Ms. Nesler.”
She was taken aback, “A make up test?”
He smiled, “I don’t think so.”
She lowered the pen from her lips. “what then? Do you have any errands to run?”

He rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “Errands?” he mumbled.

“Yes!” she latched onto the hesitation as a possible maybe. “Maybe you need me to help you with filing papers, or library research or something!” She smiled relieved at the idea.

“No, Ms. Nesler. I Have a research assistant for that sort of thing. Of course you’ve seen Brian at your classes. The one taking notes and passing things out for me? He runs my errands Ms. Nesler. I’m sorry, but this time I cant help you, your going to have to help yourself.”

“Help myself?” She asked, frustrated. “I thought I was helping myself.. I mean I’m trying, tell me what I haven’t suggested? What exactly is it that you want from me?”

The Professor grumbled, and looked at her with a mixture of irritation at her stupidity, and humor at the cat and mouse game he was playing. He then looked down at Kelly’s sensible shoes, her ankle socks, her knees tightly clenched, her mid thigh pleated skirt, her button up white shirt, and into her pretty green eyes.

“A smart girl like you should be able to think of something.”

With a electric shock she suddenly figured out what he meant. She blushed pink while she contemplated it. Her mind going through several stages of response. Flattered. Outraged. Intimidated. Then she really considered it.

A part of her always wondered.
A part of her thought that there had to be more than the boys she had dated so far.
She wanted adventure, and she wanted someone to take her and make her into a sexual being, to teach her to loose what inhibitions she held, she wanted to be both the user, and the used. To feel like she was a dirty little slut for one time in her life. She wanted to show him who was really in control too, to make him crazy with longing for her, to make him suffer with need, And so she consented.

She leaned forward slightly, tucking her notepad back into her bag, tucked the pen behind her ear, and ran her hands up to the buttons of her shirt. Undid the top button. “What do you mean Professor… Do you mean you want sexual favors in exchange for raising my grade?” The professors eyes went up from her hands tugging down on her shirt front exposing the edge of her bra. His eyes locked with Kelly’s, a solid, calm look. Very austere. She gulped and undid another button, which got him to again glance down. This time to see her hands brush the shirt back from the center of the blue cotton bra to the cups.

 Small but perky her breasts were a source of childhood longing and teen angst, as a woman she grew to appreciate their compact firmness and she felt more comfortable sharing them. She slipped one out of its cup slightly, cupping her fingertips under it, she pinched the nipple, and watched the slight intake of breath pucker her professors lips under his mustache. He leaned forward slightly and whispered. “Hold that thought and position one moment.”

 He then went behind her chair again and slid the curtain back, to reveal Brian the young lanky awkward boy she remembered from her class. She gasped, realizing that Brian was privy to the whole conversation between the Professor and herself, not to mention that he was staring at her exposed nipple with a obviously delighted mix of desire and nerves.

“Brian why don’t you come in, Ms. Nesler was just showing me what she would be willing to do to improve her grade in the advanced Literature class. Brian, since you are the one who has been grading the papers lately as my grad student, Perhaps you would like to assist Ms. Nesler with her extra curricular studies.”

Kelly was thunderstruck, and frozen in horror with her right nipple exposed, but Brian knew just what to do. He moved swiftly into the room, and leaned over to whisper in her ear “Want to earn a A+?”

Brian stood over the wingback chair and unzipped his fly, exposing himself to her. She was taken back for a moment, as he reached forward to run his hand through her hair and then he jerked her head forward slightly as Kelly locked her eyes with the Professor who was watching with amusement.

 She kept her eyes locked with his, while the boy used her face to satisfy himself, or at least to excite himself as he seemed to be getting more and more excited and exuberant with his hands. He was rough with her skin, squeezing scraping, kneading it with his hands. He pinched her cheek with one hand strangely coarse and calloused and the other hand was cupped around the base of her skull pulling her ever forward insistently.  He somewhat dragged her out of the chair until she ended up on knees before him, her back to the professor who had evidently come forward because she could feel his hands cupping her bottom underneath her skirt. His hand encircled her waist and pulled her to her feet while Brian’s hand kept her from standing up, so that she was bent forward awkwardly. She felt one hand under her stomach supporting her as another deftly removed her cotton panties and came back to stroke up her inner thigh. She struggled somewhat feeling strangled by Brian, but she froze when a finger slipped inside of her, and she felt the finger slide in and out, firmly but slowly.

She couldn’t help but notice how her body responded. It was fantastic, and she relaxed into it allowing herself to enjoy this experience which was certainly new to her. Both men were filling her, Brian was so deep inside of her she could feel his nervous energy and then taste his pleasure in the slightly sweet pearls of precum he was spreading on her lips every time he withdrew.

The professors fingers were everywhere at once, inside of her, flicking and rotating her clit, stroking her ass as well as supporting her with his hand on her waist. She felt like she was being finger banged by either a Hindu god or a very horny octopus. Suddenly she felt him shift and she was penetrated by a wider and longer appendage. He filled her, and both he and Brian took turns surging forward to push her back and forth between them. Then they both pushed forward together slowly and it was intense, she felt like she was going to burst, but it wasn’t painful, just extreme.

They both pulled back, using hands to both support her and push away from her, and then they surged slowly forward filling her again and she writhed in pleasure between them, her hands darting first towards Brian, to flutter at his side, and then as they pulled back again she found them clutching at the professors tweed trousers.

Finally she let a hand slip between her burning thighs, and she touched her enflamed need, and began to rub herself into climax. First she was flicking and squeezing her fingers on either side of the clit forcing it to pop in and out of the thin layer of hood which protected it. Then she began to rub in a circle, and finally she began to rub back and forth over it at higher speeds as she felt the two men coming close to completion. They bucked inside of her, and she felt them both come to a pulsating thrusting end. And they sagged, Brian assisting her back to the chair in a somewhat chivalrous though exhausted manner.

She felt somewhat bruised, but in a good way, and pleased with herself as though she had accomplished something. She grinned at Brian, who winked and went back to the room beyond the curtain.

“I hope to see you again next semester Ms. Nesler… If you would excuse me, I really should get back to work.” With that he zipped up, and returned to his seat and the stack of papers as though she didn’t exist. Kelly straitened up hurriedly, and as she left she was both shocked and amused to see two girls waiting on the bench outside the office to speak to Professor Lurig.

Image from one of my favorite sculptors Ernesto Montenegro

1 comment:

  1. Damn. This is the first i have read from you, and i hope there is more to "come" from you. Love your imagination... very ... hot. ;)