The day proceeds in the normal fashion. When the afternoon rolls around, and my office hours are in session, I get a rather cute little visitor.
Laura comes in and perches on the desk, smiling at me.
“Lock the door, Miss Brown,” I tell her.
She reaches over and snaps the latch. We are alone now. She is looking at me with a certain level of expectation.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I smile at her. She wants something, and she’s prepared to be cute in order to get it.
“How safe am I now?”
“Very,” I tell her.
“Does that mean I can take a little trip with my friends? We want to go out for the night. I want to stay around at their place. They room together, and we’re planning on it being kind of a late one…”
Adorable that she is asking me for my permission. Laura is being very good today. I wonder if the fright of being taken has made her more submissive to me. That would be an unintended benefit.
“Depends,” I tell her. “You haven’t done your homework for my class yet, have you?”
“I’m going to get the assignment in on time,” she says.
“I am sure you are. But this time you are going to have to find source material other than a partner.”
“Really?” She gives me a naughty little grin. “You don’t want me to send you an analysis of yourself?”
That would be fascinating and amusing in equal measure, I am sure. Laura has a natural understanding of my personality, and an equally natural complementary character. A woman like her was made for a man like me. She is soft where I am hard, and she is strong in the very few ways I am weak.
“I want you on your knees,” I tell her.
She blushes and looks back over her shoulder at the door behind her. She is worried about being caught even though she knows the door is locked.
“On your knees and you can go out with your friends,” I smile. “Be a good girl for me, and I might even give you a little play money.”
That nervousness remains, but she does as she is told. She gets on her knees and she unzips my pants with a delicious submissiveness I have only dreamed of.
My cock is rock hard from the moment her hand wraps around it. She looks up at me with an adorable innocence, and presses a kiss to the throbbing head of my rod.
I wonder what has made her decide to be such a good girl for me. Is she settling into her submission, or is something else at play? I reach down and run my fingers through her silky hair, pulling her head down on my cock. I throb at the idea of what would happen if anybody were to find us like this.
She would likely be suspended, unless I intervened. A lesser lecturer would be fired, but they wouldn’t dare fire me. There would be a scandal, but nothing would be done. Thinking about that turns what could be a fairly trite little BJ into something far more subversive.
She is trying so hard, putting her mouth to good and eager use, working her lips and tongue along the length of my shaft. The physical sensations are wonderful, but it is the submission that makes my balls tighten. I am going to come down her throat and leave her with a belly full of my cum. I wonder if she is pregnant yet. If she isn’t, she will be soon.
I imagine her swollen with my child, her sweetness and her youth surrendered to me, the entire course of her life forever changed because she spread her legs and took my cock. She is going to be mine forever. Her body will grow my babies. She will nurture and tend to them. And I will make good and thorough use of her.
Her sweet tongue laps along the underside of my dick, and I shudder as climax overtakes me. I pull her head down deep, ensuring that every drop of cum slides down her throat. She doesn’t struggle. She takes my cock as deep as she can. I feel her swallow before I release her, cradling her face in my hands and bending down to drop a sweet kiss on her forehead.
“Run along, sweet girl.”
She beams broadly and stands up slowly.
“Thank you,” she says.
She pauses at the door and looks back at me, as if she wants to say something. There’s definitely something in the room between us. It feels like guilt, but not for something she’s already done. Something she’s going to do, maybe.
I could interrogate her now, but I am inclined to let her do whatever silly thing is going to get her in trouble. Punishing her is half the fun.
A day or two goes by, and Laura does not come back from her little girls’ trip. Her phone, which I would usually use to track her, has been left at the house. At first, I think she’s just going past curfew to test me.
