TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(130)

“Well this column to the right tells us the class size,” he says pointing to the far edge of the binder page on his desk.

I use the opportunity to move closer, pressing my thigh against his forearm and as I lean over him my left tit pushes against his upper arm. He makes no move to escape me. In this position, I can see his stiff cock tenting his loose dress pants. So I pull out all the stops and flatten my tit against him and ask him if he is sure the classes all meet on Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s. I am surprised he is calm enough to verify that they do.

“So what would you like me to do for you, young lady,” he asks, totally red in the face.

“I would be very grateful if you can somehow get me into his 9:00 a.m. class,” I say as I press my body into his side.

I can tell he wants to ask me exactly how grateful I would be. But he does not ask. Instead, he slides the palm of hand across my ass cheeks, cups one and gives it a firm squeeze. He already knows I am not wearing a bra. Now he knows I am wearing the tiniest pair of thong panties. And I can tell I have him very turned on. If he were younger … and if he was not afraid that his secretary might walk in at any moment … I would have slid into his lap, ground my pussy into his stiff cock, put my arms around his neck and given him a deep, sloppy thank you kiss.

“What is your name, young lady?” he finally asks me.

“Natalya Ivanov,” I answer.

“You must be a new exchange student,” he says trying to catch his breath. “I’m sure I would have noticed you if you had been on campus before now.”

“Well I am brand new,” I answer with my sweetest smile. “Perhaps you can show me around campus sometime soon.”

“Oh, I would like that very much,” he cooed. “In fact, I can walk you to Professor Greene’s 9:00 a.m. class right now and introduce him to his newest student.”

I do not bother to tell him that I already know the professor. I cannot wait to see Thomas’ face when Dean Radcliff ushers me into his class and introduces me. Moments later, it happens. The dean is careful not to seem too comfortable with me as he opens the door to Thomas’ class and lets me enter first. I see the look of surprise and approval on Thomas’ face when he sees me … and my big, bouncing braless tits come through the door. Dean Radcliff introduces me and gives me a quick, unseen pat on my right ass cheek as he whispers good bye and leaves. I guess he is thinking this is the safest time to do this and he does not know if he will have another chance. If it is up to me, he will.

I take a seat at the rear of the room and Thomas resumes his lecture. From this seat, I can look him over very well. He is dressed very nice. I will bet he also smells very nice. I wish I could be close enough to know, but that will have to wait. The wait will be worth it because I know he is aware that I want him. Why else would I go to all the trouble of finding a way to be in his class? He keeps looking at me every few minutes. I open my legs wide so that he can see into the opening of my very loose-fitting, very short short-shorts. I make sure he can see the crotch of my thong panties. I wish he knew my crotch is soaking wet! When he looks at me again, I drop my pen and bend over to pick it up. As I do, he sees my big, bare tits practically fall out of the low-cut neckline of my blouse. I pause before picking up the pen and lock eyes with him to be sure he knows that I know what I am doing to him … and that I am enjoying doing it. The message I am sending him could not be clearer. I want to taste his cock and have it deep inside of me for at least an hour before I finally swallow his cum. By the look in his eyes I know that he knows what I know. This embarrasses him and he hides his stiff cock behind his podium for the rest of the class. After class he rushes out the door to the faculty lounge where I am sure he found a private toilet stall and stroked his cock thinking about how much he wants to fuck my pussy and my mouth … and maybe even my asshole.

Valerie told me last night that although most of the girls on campus want to fuck Thomas, he has managed to avoid them all. That’s when I made it my goal to be the first student he cannot resist. How special it will be to see the look on his face when his beautiful green eyes roll back in his head and he shoots buckets of cum into my hungry, wet pussy … and perhaps my hungry, tight asshole! He must have an exceptional amount of willpower to resist the young, tight pussies that have been available to him thus far in his teaching career. But I have an exceptional sex drive and a very exceptional body that I am sure I will eventually break down his willpower. I came to America to fuck all the cocks I want and I do not intend to be denied.

Wednesday and Friday morning that week, I arrive early in Thomas’ classroom and sit in a front row seat and do not wear panties. I want to fuck him. I want to suck his cock. I plan to make it impossible for him to ignore me, and I will have his cock if it is the last thing I do. On Friday, I can see that he is very upset with my efforts to seduce him. I hope he will keep ask me to stay after class and will reprimand me. Maybe he will literally put me over his knee, yank my skirt up and smack my bare ass with his hand until we both cannot stand it anymore. Then, I hope he will lift me in his muscular arms and stretch my horny body out across his desk and fuck me until we are both exhausted. Instead, he rushes out of the classroom again and leaves me sitting here in my seat with a wet pussy that is twitching with anticipation. I do not get it. He is clearly attracted to me. He is not married. He cannot possibly be ashamed of that magnificent body he has … and he sure as hell is not ashamed of staring at mine. I cannot possibly make it clearer to him that I want to fuck his ever-loving brains out. But after a week of doing everything but beg him to fuck me, he continues to resist. I do not care what his principles might be. I do not care if he has some religious hang-up about not having sex before marriage. I do not even care if he is secretly engaged to be married to some luck young woman. I want his cock and his efforts to avoid me must not continue!

In the meantime, Dean Radcliff is crossing my mind more and more. I am beginning to think that perhaps I was a bit hasty thinking that he is older than the men I should be involved with. He clearly is aroused by my body. He met my efforts to tease him by putting his hands on me. He asked me if there is anything else he can do for me. He knows that I know what he is offering. He’s a middle-aged man and has probably been married for 20 years or more to the same woman who no doubt is bored with him. It might be extremely exciting to see just how excited I can get him. It looks to me like he has a nice, long cock. I could not tell how thick it is in those loose trousers that day in his office last week. But it just might be fun to find out. And if all that is not arousing enough, I think it just might be the biggest rush yet to surprise him in his office with another early-morning visit with only a short time available before his secretary arrives. I wonder what he will do if I wear the same outfit he last saw me in and I sit on his desk with my legs spread and challenge him to do to me all that he has no doubt been dreaming about. One way or another, next week could be my most interesting week in America so far!





Chapter 3

Valerie worked all weekend. So I was very bored. But as I had hoped, the new week began with a bang! Of course, I began Monday morning in the front row of Thomas’ class. I have a writing pad under a small textbook on my lap. On the pad, I have written, “FUCK ME!” Every 10 minutes or so, I would lift the pad off of my lap and show him my sign. No one else could read it and I had a ball distracting him … and arousing him … so effectively. I give him my sexiest smile the whole time. This probably confuses him a bit because I am being so much more open with him than I was on the day we first met. That is half the fun!

Finally! As Thomas brings the class to an end, he shouts out the reading assignment for Wednesday’s class. Then he turns to me with a serious face and tells me he wants to speak to me in his office. The whole way there, I make a point of walking in my special way that makes my big, braless tits role and bounce under my thin top. Hoping for the best, I did not wear panties today. If my efforts are about to pay off, we will be glad not to be slowed down by underwear.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Natalya?!” he almost shouts at me.

“What do you mean?” I ask him as innocently as I can.

“You know what the hell I mean! I have a class to teach and you’re doing everything possible to distract me,” he said just as loudly.

“Calm down, Professor Greene,” I say calmly. “You know very well that I am not doing everything I possibly can to distract you. I could do much more. Do you want to see?”

“Stop it, Natalya,” he says a bit more calmly. “I need you to stop what you are doing while I’m trying to teach. It’s inappropriate. You cannot behave like that in the classroom. It might be flattering to me if you do it at a party or somewhere private. But not in my classroom.”

“This office is pretty private, Professor Greene,” I say. “Does your door have a lock on it?”

“Natalya, I’m warning you,” he says quietly, but he sounds like he is losing control.

“I asked you a question,” I say to him deliberately as he steps so close behind me that I can again smell his cologne.