Senior Lecturer

Senior Lecturer

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Remembering a lecturer coming back to my student halls...

Summary

Remembering a lecturer coming back to my student halls...

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Submitted: March 16, 2016

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Submitted: March 16, 2016

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He looked at you as he spoke. You know. Not just eyes in your direction. Really looked as if he was interested in what you said, what you were thinking. He held the room, well he was the head lecturer. We were in awe of him. Yearned for praise, went that little bit further in our work for him.

It’s not that he was classically attractive. But I think we just hankered after that attentive gaze. He was my dissertation tutor and we needed to go over my latest findings but building work on the humanities wing meant there were workmen everywhere and the dull thud of a hammer as we spoke in his office sent us out looking for another venue. The Students union was too noisy, and I don’t think there were any free tables anyway.

Reluctantly I suggested my room back in the halls. It was poky. I remember pushing the door open tentatively and being relieved it wasn’t too untidy. I had one chair and a small desk. He perched on that, and I propped on the end of the bed. He fingered through my notes and rubbed his lips as he read. Suggested amends, places to try for more information. And a shaft of sunlight crossed the room and we both paused, watched the dust smotes dance in it.

It was quiet, most of my floor were doing their dissertation in the library. I moved off the bed and knelt at his feet. I unzipped him, took out his cock. Again that look, as he tried to make sense of things. His head rolled back a little as I stroked but he still didn’t let go, didn’t completely relax. I wanted to make him lose control. Wanted to give him a jolt of pleasure, make him see the world a little differently. I moved forward. My mouth hovering over the head of his dark skinned cock. A thick prominent vein ran along its length, I reached down with a pointed tongue and slid it along its path. As I reached the base I looped it around and closed my hot mouth over him then dragged my head upwards.

I had to check, look at him, to make sure he was ok. I mean I knew he was aroused but I didn’t want to be doing something wrong. In lectures he rubbed his forehead as he thought, dragged his hand backwards up towards his hairline. He did it then. Reached a hand up and took off his glasses and put them on my desk.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

A tentative hand on my head. Gentle. His legs shifted. Widened. No grunts. No moans. I could feel him thrust as my mouth moved over him. And when he came, he was again quiet. Altered breathing yes, but no noise. He put himself away, sat back in the chair. We didn’t speak about what happened. And until now, I’ve never told anyone either.  


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