I was one of the best artists in the class. I knew it and so did everyone else. It seemed like Professor Moore went out of his way not to praise me too much which made me work harder. When I wasn't in Figure Drawing 101, I was fantasizing about Professor Moore. I had written poems about him in the notebooks that were for my other classes. I spent my free time drawing him and sometimes drawing us together. On my laptop was a whole collection of candid pictures that I had taken of Professor Moore without him knowing. Most were taken in class, but some were from around campus. He was the background on the home screen of my phone!
I had made it a habit of randomly dropping off my panties in his mailbox. It was my guilty pleasure. I usually did it after a super intense masturbation session. One day, when I was going to drop off a pair of black boy shorts, I found that Professor Moore had accidentally left the door to his office ajar. So, naturally, I snuck into his office. I was in heaven! His office smelled like paint, cologne, and leather. Paintings decorated the walls, books and sculptures lined the shelves. There was a large window overlooking the lawn. I could see me and Gemma's tree from here! Beside the window, was a large mahogany desk with a matching leather cushioned office chair. There were papers messily strewn across the desk and an unfinished mug of tea. I sat down behind the desk and picked up the tea. I brought the mug up to my lips and took a sip. It was still warm! He was just here, sitting in this seat, drinking from this mug. I took another sip, trying to figure out how he liked his tea. It was sweet with a little spice in it. Maybe cinnamon? And ginger? My eyes searched the shelves for a box of tea. When I didn't see one, I searched the drawers of the desk and found a box of tea in the bottom drawer, but that's not all I found! In the bottom drawer of his desk were all the panties that I had left in his mailbox! I grinned from ear to hear. I was beyond flattered and a little turned on. I deposited the black boy shorts into the drawer, adding a new pair to his growing collection.
I leaned back in the chair and gazed out the window, wondering what would happen if Professor Moore walked in here right now. I imagined myself sitting here with my legs crossed, fingers teepee atop the desk. "I've been expecting you," I'd say. He'd close the door behind him and begin undressing.
My eyes were now closed as I touched myself to my fantasy. I licked my lips and lifted my leg up onto the desk as I slid my hand under my skirt. I arched my back as I touched myself, moaning softly. Suddenly, the office door opened! I heard someone enter and then the sound of the door close. I opened my eyes and found Professor Moore watching me wearing an expression that I couldn't read. I didn't stop. I continued touching myself while he watched.
"So you're the one who's been leaving panties in my mailbox," he finally said. I nodded and whimpered, biting my bottom lip. His dick was growing in his pants as he watched me. I smiled.
"Come here," I instructed. He obeyed, slowing walking forward as though in a trance. He unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, removing his long hard dick. The whole time, he never took his eyes off me. We just watched each other masturbate. I had never experienced anything like it. I removed my wet hand from between my legs and licked my fingers. Professor Moore moaned as he stroked himself. I was tired of masturbating. I wanted to make my fantasies come true. I removed my jacket and then pulled my shirt off, over my head. Then I unhooked my bra and let it drop onto the floor. He watched my every move and I watched him watch me. I stood up and pulled down my skirt, stepping out of it. Then I slipped out of my sandals. I stood before him, completely naked. His dick was rock hard and pointing straight at me. I sat back down with my legs spread before him like a gift. He took one step towards me, then another. I arched my back and resumed touching myself as I watched him draw nearer. He hesitated, as though debating over whether he should continue.
"I know that you've been sniffing my panties Professor. I know you want to put a taste to a smell," I said as I twirled a long strand of blonde hair around my finger. He licked his lips and dropped down to his knees between my legs, eye level with my pussy. I stopped touching myself and stuck the fingers that had been inside of me, inside of Professor Moore's mouth. He licked and sucked the juices off my fingers, making me even wetter. I took my fingers out of his mouth and he brought his face closer to my pussy. The closer he got, the harder it became to control myself. The anticipation was driving me crazy! When he finally put his lips on me, I shuddered and exclaimed, "oh my goodness, yes!" He ate with enthusiasm, gripping my thighs, pushing his face deeper between them. When I got too loud, he grabbed a pair of my panties from the open drawer and stuffed them into my mouth. I could feel a puddle forming in the seat of the chair, wetting my butt cheeks. My body shook as I came hard. I had been waiting for this moment for so long that there was no holding back. I moaned loudly into the panties as my body went stiff and I came into Professor Moore's waiting mouth.