0 comments/ 47452 views/ 5 favorites My Student Pat Ch. 01 By: casquetero I am a Math professor in a community college. One of my students was Pat. With 20 years, she already was a divorced single mom. She was one of those pretty girls that could have been a model, but her hormones won the game and she got pregnant at 16. After four years, she decided to redo her life and enrolled in college, and there she was in my class. She was an attractive woman. Slightly tanned, with straight long black hair reaching her waist and a pair of the most piercing green eyes that I had seen in my life. I saw her potential to continue studies on a four year college, so I started to motivate her. Within two months, she began to sit at the first row of the class, participating, and later she began to stay a few more minutes after class to ask about the day's material or simply talk about her son. The reality was that I didn't bother – she had beautiful rounded C-cups breasts, a thin waist culminating in a pair of hard as stone ass cheeks and two well toned legs – as said before, a model. I often wondered if she was lesbian because although always using tight clothes that show her big assets, in four months that I knew her she had never accepted an invitation from any of the guys in class – and she received a few every day. One day she came to class with a skirt above her knees. She always sat down with her legs a little bit opened, and it did not distract me at all, since she normally wore pants. But that day she sat down as usual, allowing me to have an open look of her tiny panties. Her black skirt made a sharp contrast with the beige thong she was wearing. The thong was so thin that her labia was basically exposed – and the material was almost translucent, so I could see her whole pussy from the front of the classroom. Having a young attractive woman showing her pussy for 45 minutes have an effect even in the most professional man. During most of the lecture, I had to sit at my desk to hide the massive erection Pat provoked in me. As usual, she stayed a few minutes after class and asked me if I felt alright. I told her that I was OK, and I tried to concentrate on answering her questions while trying to avoid showing my still engorged penis. A few weeks passed and I forgot what happened with Pat – until she came again to class in a short skirt during the final exam. Again she sat with her legs open, allowing me to see her fat, shaven pussy. My penis reacted as expected, growing to full length. Because it was the final exam, I decided to stay seated through the whole period. I kept looking at Pat's pussy allowing my dick to grow maximum length – about 8 inches long and 6.5 inches thick. I could feel the tip getting moist, just thinking of fucking that young pussy. During the test, Pat rose to ask me a question about the test. I decided to let her know the effect of her actions on me – after all I would not see her again after the following day. I had nothing to loose, and being divorced about two years before this happened, my sex life was very limited to occasional one night stands and my hand. A young 20 years pussy would make a good difference. When Pat was close, I separated from the desk and turned to face her. She could notice the length and girth of my dick through my jeans. I knew she saw it because she blushed and stuttered when asking. I answered her question and kept looking at her opened legs through the rest of the examination. One by one the students finished their exams. Pat always was the last one to finish her exams and that day was no exception. During the exam I stood up to close and lock the door – it had a small curtain to avoid distractions, so I told Pat that I was closing the curtain so she did not get distracted. That was a routine during my exams, so she did not suspect anything – but I noticed she was glancing at my erection. My erection was still wanting to escape from my pants – giving the teasing bitch a taste of her own medicine. I allowed her to have a good look at the outline of my dick, as they stretched the material of my jeans. I even adjusted the monster so it rested over my right thigh. When I sat back on my seat, I went to look back at her fat pussy – and noticed that the material on her thong was wet. The bitch was horny from seeing the outline of my erection! One hour after the last student had finished his exam, Pat finally stood from her seat and delivered her exam. I also stood and before she reached the door, I grabbed her from her shoulders, turned her to face me, and kissed her on her lips. She was surprised, but the second time she kissed me back. I grabbed her left hand and placed it on my package. "This is your fault Pat. You, showing that pussy during the whole class got me like this. What are you going to do about it?" I said this in a playful tone, but an octave lower than my regular voice. She squeezed lightly, but did not answer. "Well, I have an idea..." I said and immediately turned her around so her ass faced me. I bent her on top of my desk and raised her tight skirt, allowing me to see her nice ass. After caressing them and giving that hard ass a few slaps, I put her thong down and passed my finger across her vagina. Pat was dripping wet and I tasted a little bit of her juices. Without hesitation, I pulled out my dick which was already dripping pre-cum and began rubbing it on her pussy while telling her "Oh Pat I'm going to fuck you hard, as hard as you had ever been fucked." I impaled her in two strokes. Pat let out a short scream that excited me even more. I began a rhythmic in-and-out, grabbing her waist , grabbing her breasts through the fabric of her blouse, pinching her erected nipples that already were pressing the fabric. I was fucking her hard, without regard that she was half my age and my student. The only thing in my head was the pleasure her young and surprisingly tight pussy was giving me. I increased my pace, burying my whole length in her moist pussy while slapping her hard ass. What an ass! But I was not the only one enjoying this. Pat started to moan loudly, surprising me when between moans she began to say "Yes Professor, thank you Professor" every time my balls hit her ass. I exited her and turned her around. I wanted to see her face while she climaxed. She opened her eyes wide when she saw my erect dick glistening with our juices. "Oh God, please keep fucking me, PLEASE". I ain't God, but who was I to say no to that request? I opened her legs and entered again, this time fucking her even harder, without restraints, rocking the solid wood desk where I was fucking my dear Pat every time I pushed the whole 8 inches inside that young pussy and almost retrieving it before pushing it back with all my might. After a few minutes, Pat was howling "I'M CUMMMMMMIIIIIIINGGGG..... GGGGOOOOOD! She climaxed violently, almost throwing me away from her. It was too much for me and I let her know. She told me to cum inside her – she had surgery to avoid kids after having her baby. I did, cumming buckets of man juice inside her. Recovering after the fuck of the century, I removed my slowly shrinking dick from Pat. She knelled in front of me and without words, she started to clean it with her mouth. The she stood up and said "Thank you Professor. Thank you, thank you" she repeated, while she hugged and kissed me. "You are welcomed. We can repeat it whenever you want." My Student Pat Ch. 02 After fucking Pat in the classroom, the reality of the situation sank on me. She was a student -- if she decided to present a complaint, I would loose my job. If anyone heard or saw something, even with the locked door, I still could loose my job. FUCK! I shouldn't had sex with her, but that pussy... and that ass! Hard, round, young,... so good to the touch, so nice to slap again and again! Damn, I was already so hard when I got home that evening that I had to masturbate to be able to concentrate on grading. I graded all the exams and to no surprise, Pat did well on it. She was a bright student -- and a hot one too. Why was she thanking me so much after I fucked her so hard? I knew she was a single mom, but I did not think that such a hot woman could be celibate -- lesbian or straight. Did she seduced me on purpose as an insurance to receive a good grade? All those questions would be answered the next day -- the last day of the semester. Next day, I was nervous. The students would come to my office to receive the final grade for the course, and I had to wait the whole day in my office for their arrival. I did not know what to say to Pat, and I was afraid of how she would react when alone with me in the office. I was afraid of a scene -- she claiming that I raped her or something like that. In the first time of my 40 years, I was both excited and scared to death. The students arrived as expected to receive their grades. Throughout the day, I was buried with student conferences but the thoughts about Pat came back every time I was alone waiting for the next group of students. Most of the other professors already finished with their conferences by noon. They asked me to go out with them, but I still had a dozen students that haven't show up -- including Pat. By 5 of the afternoon, the campus was basically deserted, as usual on a last day of classes. I was almost ready to pack my stuff when a knock on the door stopped me on my tracks. It was Pat. She looked stunning, even using an old t-shirt and her regular tight jeans. She had her hair done in a long braid that made her look even younger than her 20 years. "Professor" she asked shyly at the open door "can I come in?" "Sure Pat. Please sit down" I answered, without knowing what to expect. She came into the office and closed the door as was normal when students were conferencing with their professors. She sat down at the chair next to my desk and waited for me to sit on my chair and get her papers. "Pat, before I give your grades, we need to talk about yesterday..." "Professor, don't worry about it." She said that looking at me with those green eyes and blushing deeply. "I wanted it, really, I needed it. You know, when I noticed your erection yesterday, I did not know what to do. I have never saw a penis of that size before, and honestly, I haven't had any sex besides my vibrator for three years. I realized that I caused your erection when I remembered that I was wearing a short skirt -- and that you could see my underwear because I kept my legs open. That thought made me hotter and hotter during the exam -- that's why it took me so long to finish it, I couldn't concentrate..." While she was talking, she looked at the floor, partly excited and partly ashamed of what she was saying. That mix of emotions, her looks, her admission that she wanted the sex, and the memories of the previous day events started to make my dick hard again. God, I needed to fuck this girl again soon! "Professor, I have to tell you something... I really liked what you did to me yesterday. You made me feel things that no one made me feel. I believed that men were dead for me after my relationship with my kid's dad, but after yesterday... I couldn't stop thinking about you and your cock..." Hearing Pat saying "cock" surprised me. She had never used street language in my presence -- I liked that she was not a prude and I wanted to tell her that it was not my intention to scare her or anything, but that, like her, I had been without sex for too long and her little show brought back my instincts. Before I could start telling her, I noticed that she was knelt before me, looking straight at my face. "Professor, please let me suck your cock, please let me..." I had heard about women addicted to cock, but this was new for me. Right in front of me, I had one of the most beautiful women I knew, begging me to allow her to suck me! My dick was full, showing a tent on my trousers. The thought was too much to resist... "Please Professor... PLEEAAASSEE..." Her face was the face of an addict waiting for the dose. Her eyes were opened, her lower lip was trembling, and her cheeks were blushed. This girl was an apparent submissive -- and I would try to take an advantage of this situation. "OK, Pat, but with one condition" I said as I turned so my erection faced her "You will do as exactly as I tell you. Every time we are together, you will follow my instructions without questioning or doubting them." Her face lighten up like a kid receiving a long awaited Christmas gift. "By the way, you are not going to take any other class with me. If this is going to work, I can't be worrying about my job." "Yes, Professor, I accept..." she said almost in trance, looking at me while I freed my erection from my pants. "You can start whenever you want..." I haven't finished saying the sentence when she started licking my head and my shaft. She rapidly wrapped her lips on my dick's engorged head and started sucking it noisily. I could feel her moans making my dick vibrate inside her mouth. Slowly, she introduced inch after inch of my monster into her mouth, using her tongue under my shaft, under my head, moaning constantly as if eating a candy. She was not using her hands at all. She had them on my tights, bobbing her head, swirling it to accommodate more and more of my cock inside her mouth. She was sucking it as if her life depended on it -- and I loved every second of it. I was getting an expert blow job from my personal sex slave and the power I felt was incredible. I began to feel the familiar sense before cumming and forgetting that pat was my newly acquired sex slave I told her I was ready to cum. To my surprise, she buried more of my dick inside her mouth, looked straight to my eyes, and started to suck harder and move her tongue faster than ever. I couldn't hold anymore and exploded hard and deep inside her mouth. She swallowed every single drop while looking at me and continued until no more came out of my spent balls. Pat finally released the vise grip her mouth had my cock and stroke it a few times with a big smile on her face before putting it back into my trousers. She zipped my pants and placing her head on my lap, she started to thank me again for allowing her to suck my cock. "Pat, what plans do you have for the weekend?" I asked , caressing her black hair and thinking if I was dreaming.