2 comments/ 31848 views/ 12 favorites Professor Jacobs is The One By: sweetcheex90 "Vanessa." "Vanessa?" "Vanessa!!" "Oh, yes, Mr. Jacobs?!" I exclaimed. He had apparently been trying for my attention for a while. I, however, was far too deep in thoughts of what he'd be like in bed. Or out of bed for that matter. I wasn't doing so hot in his class. Probably because I spent half of it daydreaming about sucking his cock. "Do you have the final draft of the paper I assigned last Friday?" he questioned, somewhat irritated with my lack of interest. "Oh yes, sir. Of course." I wrestled through my notebook and found the neatly placed, typed up paper about why I chose English as my major. How can someone majoring in English be barely passing, you ask? I wish I had an answer for you. I love English. I guess I love sex more? Or maybe I just love getting lost in my fantasies more. This is somewhat like English, right? I create short stories in my head. Quite creative ones, I might add. They just so happen to be about my professor using me after classes. Not so bad, right? I hand in the paper, and get my things together to leave with the other students, when I become startled by my name on Professor Jacobs' lips. "Vanessa! Can I see you in my office after lunch please?" he asked with a slightly worried look. I replied, embarrassed, "Yes sir." and exited with the others. I ate lunch with my friends, somewhat anticipating going to see Professor Jacobs. I probably appeared zombie-like, but on the inside, I was racing. I knew nothing would happen between us. He was my professor, after all. However, just being around him was enough for me. If I could produce an intelligent conversation and hear him out, I'd go home and masturbate like there was no tomorrow. I knew that in the right moment, the right setting, he could become the one I lived for. I have a submissive nature at heart, but there was something about him, specifically. I'd let guys spank me and pull my hair and all that good stuff, but my professor gave off some sort of energy. If I was to walk through his office door and be asked to kneel before him, I would do so. If I was to be asked to expose myself, I would. I'm not sure why, but it gives me pleasure to have a strong man take control and command me. I swoon at the mere thought of being his play thing. Was I the only one who felt this way about him? The only one sensing that he had that dominant role somewhere hidden inside? It was as if he dominated me from a submissive stand point. Topping from the bottom so to speak. This is what drew me to him. I made my way down the narrow hall to Professor Jacobs' office. I think I grew wetter and wetter with each step. I had on a long purple maxi dress with a jean jacket and nothing underneath. The sway of my hips causing my pussy lips to lightly caress my clit with each step. I trembled a little, knocking on the door with my delicate hand. "Come in." His voice was raspy, deep, and almost out of breath through the thick door. I wondered what he had been doing. The dreamer in me imagined him stroking himself, awaiting my arrival. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" I looked indirectly at him. Not quite at the floor, but not really at him either. Sir. I'd call him that even if he wasn't my professor. "Have a seat, young lady." him calling me young only added to my desire. Stressing our age difference. I would peg him for at least forty or so. Old enough to have fathered my 19 years. I sat. Waiting. "Vanessa, you're barely getting by with Cs in my class. This can't continue. You won't ever be able to teach anyone the English language with these marks on your records. You're one of my favorite students. I was so excited to have you. I will not let you settle for less than you're capable." I listened to his voice. He genuinely cared about me. He hadn't asked me to come here to yell at me. He wanted to help me. Truthfully. I knew this, of course. Professor Jacobs always tried to give me the benefit of the doubt. I felt guilty...Wait, did he say he was excited to have me? Ugh!! "Yes, Sir, I know but..." "No buts, Vanessa. I know you can do better. Your reputation speaks for you. You're brilliant. Why aren't you applying yourself?" he asked deeply concerned. "I just....I just get distracted sometimes." "Yes, I've noticed that also." He stood from his chair, walked around to the front of his desk, and stood in front of me. "What could possibly be distracting you from my fascinating English lectures?" he asked with a chuckle. All I could do was stare at the massive lump in his jeans. He looked down and realized his cock was level with me face, and that I was gazing at it. "Oh, I see. You're distracted by that. Please don't think that I think of you or the other female students in a sexual way. I just.... I'm a guy. You all are half my age, gorgeous, and so toned, and tight, and..." Half way through his rant, trying to make him feel less awkward, I begin, "No, no, professor, it's ok. I think of y..." My eyes grew big, and I realized what I was saying, and stopped. I rushed to gather my bag and get to the door and leave. He grabbed my hand and stopped me before I could even get out of my seat. "What?" "Nothing, Sir. I'm sorry. I should go now." I was so ashamed and embarrassed, and I just wanted to go crawl under a rock. "You were going to say you think of me?" He looked down. " Is THAT what's distracting you?! You're thinking about my cock?" I nearly orgasmed just hearing him say it. I nodded. I couldn't speak or look him directly in the eye. "What exactly do you think?" Almost too low to be audible, I replied, "I wonder how big it is? What it looks like?" Sensing my submissive nature, he responded with the strongest voice I've ever heard him use." So you're a cock whore," he stated so matter-of-factly, and all I could do was agree. "Yes, Sir." "Say it." "I'm a cock whore, Sir." He moved closer to my face. I could smell him. I heard him unzip his pants. "Take my cock out, slut." I moaned at his command and use of the word "slut". "You enjoy being called 'slut'?" "Yes, Sir." "I had noticed before that you call me 'Sir' much more often than your peers. I guess I know why now. You will be fun to have around."He smiled broadly. I took his cock from its confines, and was amazed at how hard he was while the skin still felt so velvety. He was thick. Probably as thick as my wrist, and about 6 1/2 to 7 inches long. I love, love, love a fat cock to stretch my pussy. There is nothing like it. "Well, you've seen it; Now taste it." He placed his right hand on the back of my head almost to assist me, and his other hand on my shoulder. This is exactly where I like to be. I happily engulfed his shaft, coating it generously with my saliva, and letting him slip down my throat. "Wow, you really are a cock whore." I do believe he was impressed. I smiled to myself, and nodded my head with his cock in my mouth. I started to play with just the head, stimulating the sensitive nerves on the underside. His moans told me he was appreciative, but he needed more of me. "Take it all the way down your throat, baby, oh yea, that's a good girl." He held my head down on his thick pole for a little bit, then pulled me off by my hair. This pattern went on for a little while longer, until he pulled me by the hair to the other side of his desk, and held my head firmly to his desk as he lifted my dress up over my big round ass. He landed a hard blow to my right ass check. "What kind of bitch comes to school with no panties on?! It's one thing walking around displaying your giant tits, and letting your erect nipples stay visible to everyone, but no panties? Who are you planning to fuck, slut? I'll bet you took them off just to come and see me. Hoping I'd let you have some of my cock, huh?" I moaned. "You better answer me, bitch!" "No, Sir, I never wear panties. Sometimes, after your class, I go to the bathroom and play with myself. Panties get in the way of that, Sir." "God. You are such a fucking whore." He smacked my ass and pulled my hair tighter, so that I had to arch my back and look back at him. "You won't be doing that anymore. Not without my permission." "Yes, Sir." I was too happy to hear this. It only gave me confirmation that he's planning to use me more. My pussy leaked, forming streaks of fluid down my legs. "I can't even believe how slutty and nasty you are. Look at you! You're bent over your professor's desk, begging to be fucked! You're a disgusting whore. Your fuck hole is dripping wet!" He shoved my face back down to his desk, smacked my ass so hard it burned, and sat down to stroke his cock. "Spread your fat ass you nasty bitch." "Yes, Sir." I reached back and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, spreading myself for him. He could see all my treasures. I was so wet for him. So hot! So ready for his thick meat to stuff me! "Please, Sir." "What?" "Please fuck my pussy, Sir." SMACK! SMACK! "I will use your nasty little hole when I want, if I want. You don't speak unless I tell you to!" SMACK! "Yes, Sir." I responded, thinking to myself: I knew he was the one. He had me stay this way for what felt like a lifetime, but I'm sure was only a few minutes. He stroked himself, looking into my slit. Almost as if he could read my mind, he fingered my asshole. I love anal play. Hell, even if I didn't love it, I wouldn't object if it pleased him. Then, out of nowhere, he jumped out of his chair, grabbed a fist full of my hair, causing me to arch my back again, and shoved himself into my tight hole. God, it was so good. He was so big though, I had to scream. He smacked the side of my face. "You better shut your cocksucker! Someone will hear you and you'll get me fired you little bitch." He growled at me while he plowed hard into my tight, young pussy. I absolutely loved feeling his rock hard cock sawing into me. I cherished every second of this, and praised every inch. He had a perfect cock to match the perfect dominant attitude. I could let him use me forever, but it was short lived. "You're such a tight slut. Oooh, ohhh. Get on your knees. On your KNEES!!" I hurried to my knees as fast as I could, with little feeling left in my legs as I had been on my tippy toes bent over his desk. He grabbed another fist full of hair and pulled my head back as he jerked himself over my face. "Ah, here it comes slut! Here I come. Open up!" He jerked himself violently, and shot a huge, thick load across my face. A few drops went into my mouth, but not much. He used the tip of his cock to scrape it off my face, and shoved it in my mouth. He told me to swallow and finish cleaning him. I was on cloud nine serving him and just couldn't stop thinking how perfect this all was. He was definitely the one. Professor Jacobs is The One Ch. 02 After cleaning up and returning all my clothing to their usual places, I gathered my things and went to leave. I had no idea what to say or do other than just go. I wasn't sure if I should thank him? Complement him? "Vanessa." "Yes, Sir? I'm sorry I didn't want to just leave but I didn't know what to say and I didn't want to just sit here like an idiot either..." I was starting to ramble. He let out a light chuckle and told me I was fine to stay but he'd rather me go back to my apartment and get cleaned and up and meet him for dinner. I was ecstatic! "Really? Dinner sounds great! What time? What should I wear?" I couldn't stop talking! This was going to be awesome. "Well, just calm down. I thoroughly enjoyed what just happened between us. You have no idea how great that felt, especially from one of my own students. My mind is just blown! I just want to talk to you and see how you feel about this. I could care less what we eat or where we go. It's up to you. I'm sure we both agree we want to continue." he said, knowing I wanted this more than life itself. All in one instance, the Mr. Jacobs that had just used me every which way on his desk went away, and the concerned teacher seemed to be flooding back in. I was as intrigued with him as he obviously also was with me. I was excited to see what was to come. I assured him we both wanted this and told him I didn't care where we went either as long as I could get some pasta of some kind. He said he knew the perfect place. He told me the restaurant was about 20 minutes from school and to meet him at his house around 7:00 and he should be about ready by then and he'd drive us out to the restaurant. He said I didn't need an evening gown or anything like that, just something nice. He wrote down his address for me and his cell number in case I got lost or something. We said our temporary goodbyes and I left with a smile. The complete opposite of what I came with. On the drive back to my apartment I was mentally skimming through my closet thinking of what to wear. I couldn't make up my mind and the traffic seemed to be forever long! I was like a kid on Christmas morning. I had been fantasizing about Professor Jacobs for almost a year now, and not only had he just used me the way I had been longing for, but we were going on an actual date! Was I in the twilight zone?! Then I realized the reason we were going somewhere so far away was because he was in fact my teacher. 'No big deal I thought. I can't expect my super-hot English professor to drop his career for...well, whatever this is.' I was content with this, but pondered if we ended up in a serious relationship how we would see each other. 'Shut up, you're over analyzing.' I told myself. I parked my Jeep and almost skipped up the sidewalk to the stairway up to my doorstep, dropped my keys and purse on the entrance table. And taking the smell of cinnamon apples from the Airwick freshener plugged in the wall, "Home sweet Home" I said to no one. I danced my way to the kitchen for a glass of juice and then made my way to the bathroom. Stripped down to my birthday suit, taking a minute to look in the mirror and glance over my body. I'm no Victoria's Secret model but I had to give it myself. I'd fuck me too! I have naturally tanned skin. I think you could literally pick up one of those chewy caramels and hold it up to my skin and it would blend. My dad was a big dark black guy and my mom is a tiny little Mexican. She looks white though so I'm somewhere in the middle. From my mom I get my long dark brown, almost black hair, which I recently dyed a dark auburn color. From my daddy I get my full lips, which I usually accent with red or pink lipsticks. It was only about 4:30 so I took my time in the shower. As I washed each part of my body, my mind went back to moments when professor Jacobs touched there. I wondered if we'd ever actually make love or if we'd only ever have that rough, animalistic sex we had earlier. Either way I was content. I made sure to shave my legs because I am great about forgetting them and sometimes I can't remember the last time I did! I wouldn't want to end up naked with him and not be shaved. They weren't bad but I touched them up anyway. I had gotten a wax the day before, so I didn't need to shave my pussy. However, that didn't keep me from strumming the guitar, as I like to call it. It's a ritual for me in the shower. I almost don't feel clean after if I don't have an orgasm while I'm in the shower. I washed my hair and finished up. After drying off I walked naked to my bedroom. I threw myself on the bed, and took a minute to just recollect today's events. When I woke up this morning I never would've guessed I'd be getting ready for a date this evening, certainly not with Professor Jacobs! I smiled to myself and glanced over at the clock on my night stand. '5:00' I thought. Based on the address he gave me, I was pretty sure his house was only about ten minutes away, even though you never know what traffic is like. It was time to begin the hunt for clothes....you might think an hour and a half is plenty time to get dressed but that's pushing it for me and I really wanted to look good for him. I walked over to my closet, standing in front of it with my hands on my hips ready for battle. I picked out my favorite pair of skinny jeans and tossed them on my bed. I was wearing those for sure! They hugged my ass just right and were the perfect length without me having to alter them. On my 4'11" frame that doesn't happen very often! Stores never seem to have my size in short. It's only ever like 1-2 or 00 or some other anorexic size like that. As a southern girl, I'm proud of my hips, thighs and ass and my size 9! For whatever reason, I kind of bounce back and forth between a 38C and 38D, maybe it's the different brands? I don't know but can any man honestly say he likes to see a woman's bones under her skin? Can you say gross?! I must have gotten 100 different tops out and paired them with the jeans in the mirror before actually deciding. I made a mental note to donate some things to Goodwill and then, finally, I chose a white, loose fitting, sleeveless button down. It was chiffon material and very see-through. I giggled to myself thinking of how Professor Jacobs' face would look if I wore this with nothing under. It was made to hug the bust area and be loose around the waist and came down lower over my ass than it did in, front not touching my thighs. I wore a white cotton spaghetti strap tank with a built in sports bra under the chiffon button down. No bra. I figured he'd enjoy the view better that way. I paired up some red suede like wedges just to give my silhouette that extra lift and add that sway to my walk. I also decided on some red lace boy short panties. I chose that style because my round ass looks great in them and the color was just for fun since my shoes were red too. Now that I was pleased with my clothing choices I added some diamond stud earrings my mom bought for my last birthday and a big gaudy red bangle bracelet. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn't put on too much make up but made sure to have some red lipstick and I put on a little gloss over it. After blow drying my hair, I decided to wear it down because so often I'm told I look better that way. Also, I won't lie; I was hoping he'd be pulling it again later. I sprayed on some D&G light blue, only used for special occasions, and looked at the clock. It was 6:30! I was a little nervous to be out, alone with him, excited still, but nervous. I don't really know why, I mean it wasn't like we just had sex or anything! I grabbed a red clutch purse and threw in the necessities: credit card, ID, phone, red lipstick, travel toothbrush just in-case, and a small tube of anti-bacterial hand gel from Bath & Body. That was it. I was ready to go. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. The drive was about 15 minutes or so. I took the time to calm down and remind myself that I had seen this man four days out of the week for the past eight months or so, with the exception of holidays. It wasn't like he was someone I just met. We knew each other well enough for me to be able to just relax and go with the flow like I would with anyone else. I wondered if he had been anticipating this as much as I had. I pulled up in his driveway, took a deep breath, got out and walked up to the sidewalk noticing that he had nice little spring time flowers planted along the sides. His lawn was also freshly cut. I knocked on the door and a few seconds later he opened it. He was so hot. I honestly wanted to just attack! He wore a black button up long sleeve shirt. The sleeves were cuffed up just below his elbows. So sexy, I thought. He also had on some very nice cologne. I can't say I know the name of it but it went from my nose straight to my pussy! He wore slacks and some nice dressy boots also, which made me question my jeans. Quickly my doubts were put to rest when he greeted me. "Hey! Glad to see you found me with ease and you look good enough to eat!" "Oh yea, you're not very far from my place and thanks," I smiled, "you look great too, very sexy, and you smell so good. Are we ready?" There, I was becoming comfortable with him as a friend, lover, or whatever rather than my professor. Great! "Yea we are actually, um, let me just grab my keys and wallet off the kitchen table I'll be right back." he said leaving before I could nod or respond or anything. "All set! Let's go!" He went to the passenger side first and opened the door for me, "Well, thank you Professor Jacobs." I was surprised people still did that. He said it was his pleasure and walk around to his side and got in. He started up the engine before shifting to face me and said, "Oh and Vanessa, I think it's better you just call me Ryan. You know, being we will be out in public together..." I realized he was right and agreed. "So Ryan Jacobs, huh?" I looked over at him. "Yes, Ryan Jacobs. Vanessa Allen." "I like the name Ryan. If I have a son I want him to be named Ryan or Reid. I like that name too." "Oh yea? You want kids one day?" "Oh yea! I love kids. I can't imagine not having at least one someday. I'm hoping to become an English teacher after school, buy a house, then find a guy and settle down. You know, the American dream." I laughed. "I'm sure all your dreams will come true. From what I see you're a great person and you're gorgeous. Any guy who'd turn down living the American dream with you is nuts!" he smiled. "Thanks. So what is the name of our mystery destination?" "Oh I forgot I didn't tell you! It's called Mauricio's have you heard of it?" "Um yes!? My dad and I went there all the time when I was little. I love it there and their pasta IS great! I never go anymore because it just doesn't feel right without him." I looked out the window missing my dad who'd passed away two years before. "Oh, I'm so sorry I had no idea. Do you want to go back to my house? I can make you some pasta if you like?" There was that concern again. He was such a sweetheart. I wondered if he had been nervous like I was. I threw the thought out of my mind. Not with all the dominance he displayed earlier. "No, no of course not! You planned this and I think it's sweet. I can't think of anyone I'd rather go with." I grabbed his hand and smiled at him for reassurance. "You really miss him don't you? You're dad?" "I really do. I was a complete daddy's girl. We did everything together from the day I was born. We went fishing, hunting, we went to the gym together, he went to all my school stuff, but he won't be at my wedding." I was holding my tears back. We were pulling up to the restaurant and I really just wanted to enjoy this night with him. "Anyway, can we change the subject? I'm really excited to be here with you!" I said with genuine excitement in my voice. "Glad to hear it. I hope I can show you a good time and you enjoy my company tonight." Lord, this man was a sweetheart and a very smooth talker! "I know I will Mr. Jacobs...sorry that's the last time, promise!" I giggled. He pulled into a parking space and unbuckled his seat belt. "Ok, let's go inside and get some chow!" "Let's!" He walked back around to my side and opened the door for me again. "You're quite the gentleman, you know. I like it." I took his hand and we started the walk up to the patio of the restaurant and chose to have dinner there. It was quieter than inside, less people. I think we both knew the conversation would become a little vulgar at some points and it felt great outside. "Glad to have pleased you Madam." "Hmm I recall that being the other way around....?" "What's that?" the waiter came before I could respond and took our drink orders and asked if we were ready to order dinner, so I responded. "Well I know what I want so if he's ready I am." I looked at Ryan who was looking back at me and replied, "Yep, I want the chicken and sun dried tomato pasta with a side salad and a little oil and vinegar and she'd like the Italian pasta salad with grilled shrimp." I just looked at him but had no objections. It was kind of a turn on. I just smiled up at the waiter, handed him my menu, and thanked him. "Well, thanks?!" I said jokingly. "Anytime. You like shrimp I imagine?" "I sure do." I smiled. "Good. So you were saying before?" getting back to the previous subject, almost as if he didn't just do what he just did. I could see his dominant nature even though he was still so sweet in this moment. "I recall being the one interested in fulfilling your pleasure and referring to you as Mister, not you referring to me as Madam." I said this with a little humor in my voice as well as true curiosity as to whether or not his point was to mock that fact. The waiter came back with our drinks and we both thanked him again. "Yes, but it's like you said, I am a gentleman. I prefer to wine and dine a woman and then use her after." He got a good laugh from his own words and proceeded to say "I didn't actually mean that the way it probably came across. Especially since I've used you first and am wining and dining you after! Ha ha! I am a romantic, no doubt, I just also love a submissive woman who is willing to please me and let me be in control in the bedroom ...or elsewhere if I want." I probably looked like I was in a coma. I was just in shock because this was exactly what I wanted in a relationship. I couldn't imagine the odds of finding someone that would want the same thing I wanted in that aspect of life. I certainly couldn't imagine if I did find someone, it'd be my professor. "I can't honestly even believe you just said that...that's exactly what I want in a man. I'm truly shocked." "Don't be shocked. I'm sure there are many men out there that still believe in treating women with the respect they deserve. You know? I mean in public and everything like that, you should know that your man appreciates you. Just because you choose to pleasure him and submit to him the way most men want a woman to, doesn't mean you can't be adored on a daily basis by him." He stated this so matter-of-factually as if it were just everyday life. "Yes, exactly. I mean, like I said I was daddy's girl, so I am accustomed to being treated like a princess but sexually I desire to be controlled and directed. I love a dominant man. I just feel like the men are the rough ones and are meant to be the controlling ones in that aspect of the relationship. I like to not think so much when it comes to sex. I've read about couples who live the lifestyle 24/7,365. That isn't for me and I wasn't really sure if anyone else out there felt like I did or if all the dominant men wanted to be dominant in all situations. I'm truly taken aback by this. Don't get me wrong though, when I'm in a relationship with someone I don't always like that rough sex. The side of me you saw earlier isn't the only side. I do have a passionate, sensual side that likes to be wooed and caressed and slowly fucked on occasion." I had hoped he was making a mental note of this. He nodded while taking a sip of his drink, "Yea I can totally see that in you and I am the same, like I said, I'm a romantic. I can't help it. And I can still be in control when loving a woman slowly and passionately." "I know, I'm just saying sometimes I like the 'I love you' and not the name calling and all that. Even though, it gets me super hot." "Well I'm glad we are on the same page there. So, when you do like that rough sex, how far do you like to take it? Do you like being caned? Whipped?" He glanced over to his left and I followed his gaze. The waiter was coming back with our food. I was glad the food was here because it was a step closer to us being alone again. I couldn't have cared less had that waiter never come back! "Mmm, this looks so good. Thanks. Well, I actually haven't ever had anyone whip my like with a flogger or anything I just read about them. I do not even want to try a cane but a flogger is possible, especially if it's at a time when you're penetrating me. During the actual sex, especially if I am in an orgasm, pain feels blissful." "Yea, I know, a lot of women have told me that. I dated a girl in the past that would only let me use anal toys on her if I was in her because she said then the pain didn't bother her. All she felt was the pleasure." "Yes, I feel the exact same way. So now I have a question for you. Have you slept with any other students? Or even gone to dinner with any others? Or am I special?" I laughed. "You're definitely special. I've never even cared enough to risk my job. Earlier, in my office, it was like I couldn't control it. I had to have you. I'm not sure if it was the fact you are forbidden but so willing or what. I really don't know, but I know I've never been so high off of sexual energy." "Great to know! You can bet I'll be using that to my advantage!" I winked. "Of course you will, bad girl. I will have to punish you, too. And on that note, I think we should get the rest of this to go. Agreed?" He asked but was already calling the waiter over. "Agreed." I was all too happy to oblige. The waiter came back with the bill and our to go boxes. When the waiter came back he paid and tipped him and I thanked him and told him the food was great. I got up to leave and Mr. Jacobs followed behind. He caught up with me and grabbed my hand as we walked back to his truck. He opened the door and as I was getting in he whispered in my ear "Your ass looks amazing in those jeans. I sure hope you're ready for tonight." It was that same voice he had used earlier in his office and I swooned. At the memory and the feeling it gave me before. He got in on his side and started the truck up. I just looked up at him with innocent eyes, biting my bottom lip. "When you use that tone I get so weak. It gets me so wet." It was the truth. My panties were soaked at that point, he could probably smell it. We sat there just looking at each other sensing each other's sexual frustration at this point. "Drive fast please." "Already ahead of you, trust me I probably want this more than you do. You're so hot. So are you looking for an actual committed relationship?" he asked this question to my chest. I just sat there giggling at him and the slight bulge beginning to form in his slacks. I leaned over to gently caress it through the thin material. "Well I actually haven't been looking but this feels so right with you right now, don't you think?" I asked with a little innocence in my tone. As if I was oblivious to the fact I was stroking his cock through his slacks. "Oh god, baby, right is not the word. This feels so good. Take it out for me." I was unbelievably wet at this point and happily leaned over to unzip him and free the big guy. It was so hot and so hard. This time I could admire his size, his shape, the ridges and curves. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "I love your cock, Sir. Can I please have a taste? I'd love some cum for dessert." I had a little smirk on looking up at him with my head in his lap but I was serious. I love the taste of his cum. Professor Jacobs is The One Ch. 02 He didn't respond he just grabbed some hair and impaled me on his cock. If I hadn't had my jeans on his seat would've looked like I just poured water all over it. I loved the feel of his hot cock down my throat. "Oh man. I almost forgot how good you are at that." He moaned. I sucked harder and deeper. Somewhere between the grunts and light moans, the thrusts, and the firm grip he held on my hair, I got my hand in my jeans and was frantically rubbing myself. I was moaning all over his dick. "That's a good girl. Give my balls a little attention but don't take that mouth off my cock." I was a little sad to have to stop touching myself but I'd much rather please him. Before long he was holding my head down on his cock telling me to swallow. He held my head there for a few more seconds as his cock twitched on my tongue and tickled my tonsils. He hit a pothole causing his cock to lodge itself deeper in my throat. Got to love road head! I realized we weren't driving and thought we must be at his house now. "Fix your clothes." he said as he zipped up and got out. He walked around to my side, opened my door and picked me up. He threw me over his shoulder and walked quickly to his front door, unlocking it. He carried me back to his bedroom and put me down on the bed. "Alright now baby, it's time for my dessert." He took my heels off, unzipped my jeans, and slid them and my panties down at the same time. I thought to myself, so much for how good those panties look on me! He dove in between my thighs like a mad man and licked up all the juices I had to offer. He was good at this and I do mean good. He started using his fingers to massage my g-spot while he was teasing my clit. It wasn't long at all before I was moaning in orgasm. My hands were in his hair pulling him into me. He pulled back and licked his lips. I started to calm down and catch my breath. He came up to me and gave me the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced. I loved tasting myself on his lips and hoped for more in the future. Until then, I let my hand roam down his torso and to his cock. He was stiff again. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" I asked in shock at how fast he got hard again. "I did indeed." he said with a mischievous grin. He undid a few of the buttons on my top. And pulled it up over my head. Then he pulled of the undershirt, kissed my neck and growled. "Now turn over." I bit my bottom lip and turned over. He made me feel so small as he towered over my body. He unclasped my bra and slid his hands under the strap slowly almost just to caress my back and shoulders there. He brought his hands to the front of my body, gripping each breast as he slowly freed them of there confines. He ran his big hand up my spine and to my neck stopping at the base of my hair line. He grabbed a handful at the root and tilted my head to the side. He growled in my ear "Are you ready for more?" "Yessss." I hissed back as he entered me slow and deep. He stretched me perfectly and stopped when he was all the way in pressing right up against my button. Still, holding on to my hair he continued the slow, deep strokes and before I knew it, I was writhing in ecstasy, clutching his pillows, covers, anything I could get my hands on. "I love this." I gasped between thrusts. It was the perfect balance between him being in control and us still being passionate with each other. He didn't have to beat me to be in control he just used the tone he knew my body would respond to. He growled in my ear again sending sparks down my spine. It was like every touch, every thrust was magnified and felt ten times stronger, ten times better. He sat up on his knees and began kneading my ass cheeks. He'd pull them apart, push on them, mash them together, and over again. He put his big hands right at the base off my ass cheeks where they meet the back of my thighs and pulled the skin out with his thumbs, opening me up more. His thrusts became more aggressive and I screamed in orgasm. This man definitely knew what he was doing. He was getting so deep in me. Banging up against my g-spot with every stroke. It was amazing! He slowed down a bit and eventually pulled out completely. I knew his cock was covered in my juices and imagined him making me clean it off. Just the thought made me tingle. He put a hand on each of my hips and pulled me up into a doggy-style position. Then he went back in as far has he could and stayed there. "You're amazing. You're body looks perfect like this. My cock buried balls deep in your little pussy..." He then put his right hand in between my shoulder blades and pushed down so I'd have my head on the bed but ass still up. "...ass up in the air on display for me. This is the perfect view." He ran his hand down the center of my back. And his cock twitched as he just stayed there looking at me from behind. I could hear the lust in his voice. I took a deep breath just making a memory of this moment, feeling this peace. Being here with him, his cock buried in me, in his house, in his bed. It was all so perfect to me. And then, almost as to shock me out of my serenity, he smacked my right ass cheek so hard I jumped up and let out a scream. " Head back down!" he smacked me again, this time on the left cheek. I put me head back down. Left cheek pressed up against his black covers. There he was, I thought. There was dominant Professor Jacobs. Heat rushed over my body, and I started to pant. My pussy flooded and my arousal dripped down my thighs. He begin using his thumb to put pressure up against my other hole. My eyes got wide. I had no idea what he was going to do with it. Would he just suck me there? Would he just tease me a little? My body tensed. I'd only ever tried anal once before. Neither of us knew what we were doing and we didn't use any lube with the exception of my juices on his cock. After I few strokes I had him take it out and never tried again. "Have you had your ass fucked before, slut?" Not that he cared. He would fuck my ass regardless, I am sure. "No, sir, not really. I've let someone try before but I couldn't take it." He probably sensed my nervousness. "Before you leave my house I will have your ass. I w ill go slow but I will have your ass. Understand?" "Yes, sir." I took a deep breath. At least he wasn't doing it at the very second. Technically, if I just never left his house, I might not have to. Of course, not ever leaving his house in unrealistic and even then he'd probably still fuck my ass. These thoughts ran through my head as he played with my asshole, cock still buried in my pussy. His cock twitched here and there as he played with my hole causing me to tighten around it. I felt like a toy to him. He seemed so intrigued with my ass. I'd willingly give myself to him out of desire to keep him pleased with me. I'm know it was the compassionate side that wanted to go slow with me. The side that he left back at the restaurant. I could feel his cock getting even harder, which I thought was impossible. I was truly amazed at how much he wanted to fuck me there. I almost think it was a necessity to him. It seemed like forever that he played there, fingering my hole and pulling my cheeks apart. Meanwhile, I'm under him yearning for him to at least give me a few short strokes. I knew for sure his bed was soaked. After that short lifetime passed, he pulled out again, flipped me over. He brought his head in towards my chest, lightly biting at it. He made his way down to my nipples and with his left hand holding myself up over me on the bed, he used his right to tug and twist my left nipple. I arched my back and moaned. It brought me only pleasure and he knew that. He dipped his head down to bit my right nipple pulling it up off my chest. I became a little more audible. Not quite a scream but louder than a moan. He was loving teasing me knowing this would only make me want him more. I hadn't even noticed he was shifting himself so he could slip back in my pussy. It was so slick with all my juices flowing everywhere. I could feel them sliding down between my ass cheeks. He put a hand in each of mine, intertwining our fingers, and slowly pulled them above my head. Taking his hands out of mine, he clasped both my hands together and held them there with only one of his strong hands. He brought his right hand down and slapped my left tit causing me to moan in delight. Then he moved his hand up towards my neck; with his thumb to the right side of my neck and his other four fingers wrapped around the left side of my neck, he lightly gripped it. He brought his face to mine and kissed me with so much force and so much passion. I kissed back moaning on his lips. My breathing heavy with desire for him. "You're my slut. Only my slut. Do hear that? MY slut." I moaned at his words, my poor little pussy still yearning for him. I nodded my head as best I could with his hand around my neck , and let out a tiny whimper. He went back to that spot at the base of my neck and grabbed a hand full of my hair from the root, yanking it back. With me in this position, arms pinned to his bed and above my head, head tilted back, he latched on to my neck. I breathed heavily and moaned not only at the sensation but at the thought of how I must look. "Spread your legs out as wide as possible." I loved spreading my legs out like this. Pussy on display, exposed to anyone around. He lifted his lower body up a little and aimed his cock at my opening. He didn't need any hands. He was impossibly hard and I was so wet from all his teasing. I thrust in and didn't stop. He immediately started to pound me. With my legs spread like they were he had an all access pass to my body and used to full capacity. "oh....my...god!!! so good.. so good.. so good.." I just keep repeating this over and over again as he was pounding into me relentlessly. Over and over again hitting my spot causing a non stop orgasm on my end. My legs shook uncontrollably. He used his tongue to flick my nipples, occasionally biting them. He was turning me on in so many ways. Teasing my nipples, holding me in this position, and the occasional growl in my ear. I wasn't sure I could take much more. My body was giving all it could give. I thought, between screams and moans, that he'd drain me of all fluids. I'd probably never cum, never self lubricate again. He was destroying me for sure. "Aaaahhh, you're such a little slut. Your little cunt is so wet for your teacher, whore. You love fucking you professor don't you you little bitch." This was more of a statement rather than a question but I still whimpered and breathlessly responded with "Yes, professor Jacobs..... your cock feels so....so amazing!" "You're such a little cock hungry whore. Letting anyone fuck your little holes. How bad do you want my cum? Hmm? Want it down your hot little slut throat?" I screamed uncontrollably, my orgasm taking over me. "Yes professor Jacobs! Yes! Please! I need your cum in my throat!! Please can I have it? Please?! Can I please have your cock in my throat? Please fuck my throat professor Jacobs!!" I would've said anything and everything possible to have his cum. I was such a slave to him and the cum he produced. Such a tasty, creamy, white substance it was. He pulled out abruptly and I whimpered. I knew he'd have to stop fucking my pussy to throat fuck me but I really missed his cock in my pussy. He told me to turn my body so that my head would hang over the edge of his bed. This excited me so much. Not only do I love being throat fucked but I love it in this position. Especially if he has me spread my legs like before, showing myself to him completely. "Open your throat for me." he said with a firm grip around my neck. I almost came just from his words. I opened my mouth and he slid all the way in to the back, resting there savoring this moment. As he fucked my throat he leaned over and told me to spread my legs so he could have another taste. I did, of course, and he latched on once more, tucking his elbows up under the back of my knees to hold me open. I was moaning with his cock lodged in my throat. He wasn't really fucking my throat much just kind of holding himself there enjoying the feel of my hot wet throat and the vibrations of my moans. Soon enough his handy-work caused another shuttering orgasm for me. After that one, he was ready and stood all the way up to get his cock as deep as he could. I wished someone else could be fucking my pussy as he did this. That would be heaven. His heavy balls swayed back and forth hitting my forehead here and there. I loved this. He mauled my tits and pounded away at my throat vigorously until he shot his third load of the day in me. I gulped shot after shot down. Savoring this moment with him buried deep in my throat. Taking note of the taste and smell of my pussy on him mixed with his cum, his breathing, his hands on my tits, the position I was in. Just making the perfect memory of us, certain that there would be more, but reveling in this one for now. He stayed with his cock in my mouth for a few moments, allowing himself the time to calm down and his cock it's time to shrink back down. He collapsed on his bed to my left. He found his breath and sat up to pull me up to him, laying me down with my back to his chest. I was so content there with him. Slightly sad that the night was ending for us. Pleasured no doubt, but still wanting his cock. My body probably wouldn't have been able to go for much longer anyhow but somewhere inside is till wanted more of him. I fell asleep content with the fact there would be more time later and wondering what more was in store for me with him. The next morning I woke up to Professor Jacobs slowly rubbing his hard cock up against my ass cheeks. I smiled, stretched and turn around to face him. "Good morning to you both!" I said with a giggle. I was excited to see him ready to go first thing in the morning. "Good morning babe." He kissed my forehead. "We've been waiting for you to wake up and join us. We both need a little attention from you. Do you want to go shower?" I nodded with excitement. Remembering all the times alone in my own shower I fantasied about him being there with me. He got up off the bed and stood there watching me rise up out of his bed. "I never thought I'd see the day such a sexy girl would be getting out of bed to go shower with me. I certainly never thought it'd be you, my student. This is so hot . You're so hot. And you were so great last night. You felt so good. Thank you." I blushed and looked down at the floor. "Ryan, there's no need to thank me. If anything I should be thanking you. You took me out for a beautiful night and provided so much pleasure. Really, you're the one who's amazing. I don't even think you know how long I've wanted this. I'd stay up at night thinking of you. I never thought I'd be acting those fantasies out. You've exceeded them though." I stood up, pushed up on my tippy toes and gave him a light little kiss. "hey can you just give me a sec? I need to grab my toothbrush." He looked at me a little weird, "um sure sweetie....you brought a toothbrush?" When he said it it just sounded creepy. "yes, I bring one everywhere. To work, to lunch, everywhere. You never know who you'll see or what you're guna eat and you don't want breakfast, lunch, or dinner being all the people around you remember. So yes! I brought a toothbrush, ok. Don't judge me!" we both just about died laughing but he said ok and to meet him in the shower when I was done. I grabbed my toothbrush and went into the kitchen to get some juice. I stood there drinking my juice trying to reassure myself I wasn't dreaming. This was real. We were here, together, enjoying each other fully. I smiled to myself and skipped to his bathroom. I brushed my teeth and slipped in the shower behind him. "Miss me?" I smiled. "Yes!" His face expressed so much joy. It was nice to know he was as content with me as I was with him. He turned his back to the shower head and turned to face me, then wrapped his arms around my body and kissed me. I felt like we were floating together, lost in each other. I was high on him and no one could take away that feeling. We could have stayed that way for a lifetime. It actually almost felt that way as time seemed to stand still when we were together. He turned me around so that my back was to him. His big hands came to the front of my body, slowly rubbing the skin of my abdomen. His palms were flat up against my skin and he rested his chin on my right shoulder. "You're body feels so good up against mine. I almost didn't want to wake up and get out of bed out of fear of you leaving." He embraced me tightly. I could tell he was sincere. His embrace showed he didn't want me to go anywhere. Not that I would anyway. "Mmmm, well I didn't want last night to end honestly, but then we wouldn't be here now would we?" I turned back around to face him bringing my hands to his strong face. For the first time really looking into his hazel eyes and his brown scruffy facial hair. He looked back into my eyes almost reaching into my soul through them. I bit my bottom lip. His stare made me blush. It gave me that feeling you get when you're embarrassed and you feel naked in a crowd, completely vulnerable to the people around you. I was obviously naked but still felt as though there was something shielding me from him and when he looked into my eyes he took the shield away. I looked down at our two bodies molded together. He put his right index finger right up under my chin and lifted my face up to his, bringing me in for another one of those mind blowing kisses. I slowly wrapped both arms around his neck and felt him move his hands down by my hips. He kept letting them travel down closer to my thighs eventually resulting in his picking me up by my thighs and turning so that my back was up against the shower wall, his lips never leaving mine. Slowly he began running his hands back and forth the length of my thighs sending little tingly sensations through my body. I couldn't take it anymore. "Will you make love to me please?" "I thought you'd never ask." He breathed into my neck, lifting my body so he could get hold of his thick cock and line it up with me. He slowly pushed himself in. I felt like it had been ages since I'd felt him inside me. I let out a breathless moan and hugged him tighter. He thrust into me slow and deep over and over. He'd make a trail of little kisses from my neck, to my collar, bone, down to be chest, and back up, and over again. As much as I loved last night, the feeling he was giving me now was indescribable. He'd grip my ass in both his hands slowly picking up the pace making faster, shorter strokes. I'd almost always orgasm on the faster strokes. The stimulation was overwhelming my body. Then, he'd slow back down giving me slow deep thrusts. No other guy in my entire life had ever made me feel the way he made me feel in the past 24 hours. I adored him for his ability to do so much to my body, cause it so many emotions and sensations without much effort at all. He started to get to a faster rhythm and kind of stopped with those slower strokes from before. Pretty soon, his breathing quickened noticeably. "Are you guna cum for me babe?" I asked him sensing that he was close. "uh huh." he grunted back at me. "Mmmm this feels so good babe. I want you to fill me up ok? Fill my little pussy with all your cum. Just empty yourself right into me." and then he did. He squeezed my ass tighter than he had since we started and he let loose in me. I love the feeling of a cock twitching inside me. Shooting a forceful load in my body. Thank sweet baby Jesus for birth control, huh!? He had a few last, slow strokes in as most guys do during orgasm. Then he just stood there holding me, kissing me. Slowly he put me back down on the floor of the shower but not letting my body out of his arms. We stood there like that for a little bit, kissing and caressing each others bodies in post orgasmic bliss. Eventually, we agreed we couldn't stay in the shower forever. So we decided to washed each other and then toweled each other off. Professor Jacobs is The One Ch. 02 We went to the kitchen in our towels and ate some breakfast. We sat there at his kitchen table enjoying each others company without a clue of where the weekend would take us or even what "us" was. We were just in the moment and that was all either one of us could ask for.