I made a post before about how I gave my college prof blowjobs in exchange for grades and eventually let him fuck me. Granted that this happened back when I was 20 (27 now) so details are quite hazy.

Back in college for some stupid reason, we had to take college-level English, despite graduating RIGHT AFTER high school. I had classes before and after so it's not like I can skip to sleep in or go home early. I was at the campus already so may as well attend.

The English prof was somewhere in his late 40s, he was balding at the top but was brushing from the side to cover it. He might have been a bit more attractive if he had shaved his head. The class was extremely boring as it basically repeated what I had done in high school. being the big slut that I am, I started to tease him. I'd wear very low cut tops, put my pencil between my cleavage when I made eye contact with him, and do all those "accidental touches". I knew I was turning him on, he didn't have a ring on so it's not like I was a homewrecker.

I made my move around midterm. I stayed after class one day asking for "extra help" since I had been handing in half-assed writings. I didn't beat him around the bush and handed him the panties that I had been wearing that day. I told him that I didn't need As, just enough to pass the class. He hesitated but I knew he wanted me by the hard-on in his pants. I got on my knees and pulled up my shirt and bra to show him my breasts. I said obviously this will be our little secret and put my hands on his crotch. He agreed and unbuckled his belt. He wasn't particularly long or thick, about 4-5 inches. The whole interaction didn't take over 10 minutes, guess he was that excited haha.

Almost every week I went to see him for "extra" help. I'd blow him, let him touch my breasts, and gave him my panties of that day. On the last day, I decided to fuck him, I thought he deserved it after giving me a B-. We met in his private office this time, I told him I had a gift for him. I do my usual routine, gave my panties but this time I added a condom. I think I was wearing a really long t-shirt with leggings that day. He didn't want a blowjob this time and told me to bent over on his desk. I pulled my shirt up and he pulled down my leggings roughly. I remember he spanked me a few times before pushing himself in me. I don't remember how long he was fucking me, he wasn't gentle but not so rough that he was pulling my hair or anything. I remember that I climaxed before him, which I still feel ashamed of. When he was done he sat back in his chair, catching his breaths. I got dressed and left him half-dressed in his chair.

This is where the post "nut" clarity happened. I was walking to my next class which was in a different building. I remember wanting to cry and I wasn't sure why at that time, I knew I needed to talk to someone. I called my therapist to see if she was available, luckily she was. So I skipped my class and went to see her instead. I told her what happened and what I have been doing with my prof, I remember breaking down and crying, like a super ugly cry. She joked that she did similar things when she was in school too, I don't know if that was true or she was just trying to make me feel better. But she helped me realize that my prof was the first man I had full PIV sex with since my ex. We talked more about what happened and how I felt about it, basically, I wasn't as ready as I thought.

There were also the whole dynamics of me being dominant mentally, I'm the one that approached him, seduced him and initiated every encounter, despite him being in a position of power. But that changed when we were in his office, I bending over his desk put me in a more submissive mental space. It was something he wanted, rather than my choice. I like to think I would have reacted differently if I was the one who wanted to be bent over or climb on top of him.

Anyway thanks for reading my monthly submission 😘