Alexandra and the Professor Ch. 02

Disclaimer - This is totally fictional. All people portrayed in it are 18+ etc. This is a continuation of Alexandra and the Professor. Please leave any comments you have, I hope you like it.

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I woke up the next morning like I always do. My alarm goes off, I roll over, shut it off, and hop in the shower. I do so without much thought of anything. I started to get dressed and went to have my morning cup of OJ. I sat at my table and took my phone from the charger. That's when the events of the previous day hit me. I looked at my phone and saw that I had a missed call with a recorded message and that I also had a text waiting for me. All of it was from Alexandra.

My mind raced as I recalled what had happened the day before in class and how I'd been used in my office. "It was all real," I mumbled out. Even remembering the events quickly was enough to get me hard. Part of me wanted to pretend it hadn't happened, to try and continue my normal life, but that was easily overpowered by my curiosity and excitement at what would be on my phone. I opened the text and read it, my mind filling with Alexandra's voice.

"Hey professor, I had such a fun time yesterday," this was followed by a kissing face smiley. "I know you enjoyed yourself too. Don't worry, as long as you're a good boy I promise I won't tell anyone. That is as long as you keep doing what I say." The message was followed with a picture Alexandra had taken of herself in bed in a black, lacy lingerie set. "This is what I was wearing while I recorded the message I left for you."

I groaned out, starting to feel my pulse quicken. I was turned on, terrified, but turned on. Despite the fact that she'd been naked around me yesterday, this image seemed so much more intimate. The black lace hugged her curves and framed her so well. Her nipples poked out against the lace for attention. She was trying to get another reaction out of me, to keep my thoughts filled with her. Unfortunately, I have to say she managed that rather well. Simply from how she was posed, just to maximize the look of her curves, you could tell that this wasn't just a singular selfie. She worked on this, probably took several, and chose the best, most alluring one. I just stared at the picture for a minute before I realized I'd lost my focus.

For a moment I hesitated looking at my phone. The image was enough to have me transfixed, I was a little worried about what the recorded message would be. Again, the logical part of my brain lost out as lust took control. I brought up my inbox and hit play on the message. Alexandra's voice came on loud and clear.

"God yes," Alexandra moaned out. There was a faint buzzing sound behind her voice. After another moan, it became clear that it was the sound of a vibrator she was using to pleasure herself. "I hope you're listening, professor, after all, this is your fault," she said teasingly. "I was just so worked up from our time earlier today that I couldn't possibly go to bed without touching myself." She panted a few times before letting out a big moan. "I know you can do so much more though. Yesterday was just the littlest taste of what's to come for the both of us. I'll have a little surprise for you the next time we meet, until then I have one order for you, don't cum."

The message ended there. Without realizing it, I had been rubbing my cock the whole time. I was hard and throbbing. My heart was pounding and all I wanted was to hear Alexandra moan again as she came. Despite all this, I pulled my hand back and leaned back in my seat. I was compelled to do as she said. There was no way she could know whether I followed this order or not, but I still felt like I needed to. I wanted it, I wanted to obey her. I was terrified by how much influence she had over me after just one little encounter.

I tried to think about other things as I finished my morning routine and got ready for work, but she was still at the forefront of my mind. I couldn't help but keep looking at the picture she'd sent me. I only wondered when I would see her next, given that I didn't have her class on my schedule for the day.

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The next two days dragged on. I couldn't admit it, but I was eagerly awaiting my next encounter with Alexandra. When I was ready to head home each day I was a little depressed that it hadn't happened yet. I had high hopes for this Friday, as it was the next day I had a class Alexandra was in. I was practically giddy waiting for the alarm to go off that morning. I showered quickly and went to check my phone. Much to my disappointment, there was nothing, no message, no voicemail, nothing. Despite the disappointment, I opened up the last text she'd sent me and I stared at the image again. I must have looked at it over a hundred times in the past few days, but it still aroused me each time. I had followed Alexandra's instructions though and I hadn't cum since.

I went off to work like always, parked in my usual spot, and went into my office for a little before I had to head to class. When I got in I noticed that my office door wasn't locked. The building was always locked at night, so I admit, I could be a little lazy about locking my door, but when I got into the office It became apparent that I hadn't been the last person in there. I saw a large envelope sitting on my desk, the kind we often used to drop off larger documents. What stood out though were the words "Open me," written on it. I quickly shut my door and locked it, not wanting anyone to intrude on me as I opened it excitedly. I threw my backpack on the couch and sat at my desk.

My heart started to thump as I looked at the envelope. The writing was bright red and there was clearly something more than just a letter inside. I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. Inside was a note and the very same black pair of panties Alexandra had been wearing in the picture she'd sent me. I read the letter to myself, again imagining her voice.

"I hope you've followed the direction I gave you on that voicemail. If you did and you've been a good boy, this is your treat. My used panties. I came in them multiple times, they should reek. I bet a pervert like you would get off on that, wouldn't you? As long as you've been good you can sniff them. If you didn't follow my directions though, it's punishment time. In that case, you need to wear them under your sloths today. I'll be sure to inspect you later on to see."

Then to end the note there was one very expertly planted lipstick mark, Alexandra's current pink color. I paused for a moment, the question jarring me out of my lust-filled state for a little. Was this really what I wanted, was I this driven by a note, by this student manipulating me? I tried to clear my head but to no avail. I gripped her used panties tightly, my hand shaking with anticipation. Giving in to my desire, I brought her used panties up to my nose and I inhaled. That scent was as intoxicating as I remembered. Not quite as good as when she was sitting on my face, but still a magical sensory overload. I was hard within seconds, just wanting to touch myself. I felt like the slightest stroke would make me erupt all over myself. I took another deep breath in, a sense of ecstasy washing over me.

My hand started to go down, to unbutton my pants when I was interrupted by a knock on my door. Startled, I jumped up, putting the panties in my pocket quickly and flipping the note and envelope over. "Yes," I said toward my door.

"Just coming by to empty the trash cans," a voice replied. It was Jerry, the custodian who worked in the building my office was in.

A little panicky still, I replied, "Mine's all good, thanks Jerry." Even though I had covered what was going on, the last thing I needed was for him to come in right now. No amount of adjusting my pants could hide the erection I had. I heard the custodian's cart roll away and began to calm down. That's when I noticed the clock, I was a little behind schedule and had to get a move on to get to class in time. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the office.

It only took me a few minutes to get to the room my class was in, but even then I had to catch my breath. By the time I got into the classroom, I realized I'd left my coat in my office. I put my bag at the podium and started to take out my computer and the few notes I had scribbled about today's topic. We were discussing romance in literature and how different authors convey emotions in scenes. Given that this was a lower-level English class, this mostly meant I had students throwing out very base-level interpretations of romance from Romeo and Juliet and other very well-known classics.

As the students began to come into the room I started to feel normal, so far nothing had interrupted this part of my world, the actual teaching part. I started the lecture part of my lesson like always, talking about two of the articles I'd had the students read. About five minutes into this, Alexandra finally arrived. She walked in with two of her friends, one a very tall blonde girl named Beth who was part of the volleyball team and always looked like she was going to or coming from the gym. The other was a small brunette girl named Samantha who was a little more heavyset, though as the past few months had gone on she'd been dressing more provocatively, likely Alexandra's influence. Today was about as tame as I'd ever seen Alexandra dress though. She wore an oversized gray hoodie and baggy pants, nothing discernibly sexy at all. They came in and took seats in the back corner, where they usually sat.

As I lectured I began to think a little. Maybe Alexandra had her fun and was done already. I hadn't gone to my office the day before, perhaps she'd left the envelope earlier in the week and I just hadn't noticed it. Maybe this was all over with after the one encounter. Though this thought was a little less exciting, it did relax me to think I didn't have to live in constant fear of her or being caught. The lecture went on normally for a while. I told the student to discuss for a minute while I took a sip from my water. When I turned back to the podium and grabbed my water bottle I noticed my phone had a message from Alexandra. I swiped and looked at the message.

It read, "Are those my panties peeking out of your pocket?"

My eyes shot down to my pants pocket, and sure enough, the black lacy panties had just started to peek out. It wasn't really noticeable unless you were looking for it, but Alexandra had indeed been looking. I pushed them back, deep into my pocket, before I looked back to the class. When I looked up I caught eyes with Alexandra, her wicked, hungry grin parting her lips.

I saw a flash across my phone again and saw the words, "Good boy."

Once again she had caught me. I was rather quickly finding out just how observant Alexandra was. I looked away quickly and tried to dive right into the discussion part of my lesson. "So class, any thoughts? What do you think are the more powerful ways that authors can convey romance, and can make the reader really feel it in their writing?"

A few students raised their hands, ready to speak, but before I could motion to any one of them, Alexandra started talking.

"It's about the wanting professor," she said, still smiling. "Any author who's really trying to create that pulse-pounding feeling you're supposed to get from romance does it by making the reader want it. They don't just throw it out there right away. They have to build it up slowly, tease the reader, and get them to the point where they're begging for it to happen. That way when the characters finally find each other or hell, fuck each other, the reader is so into it that it hits just right."

It took me a second to respond, the point she made was correct, I couldn't argue that, but the way she said some of her words, she was toying with me. "Yeah, that's one way of putting it, thank you, Alexandra," She made a pouting face at me from under her hood, clearly she was hoping to frazzle me a little more. 'Does anybody else have some thoughts on the matters of love and romance?" I asked. The quicker I got other students involved, the faster I could avoid whatever Alexandra was planning.

"I wasn't done," Alexandra said loud and defiantly. "I think anybody who really focuses on the romance part of things is missing the whole point of what real love stories are about. It's the intimacy, it's not the courtship, it's not the star-crossed lovers' part. It's the two characters when they are alone, speaking just to one another with their words or showing their love with their bodies. All the most important romance authors get that. Everything is about building up to that intimacy, that one big moment where the characters finally get some alone time. Then you get your money shot, if it's some softcore shit it's some love soliloquy or if it's something good it's a real steamy fucking. Either way, you get your emotional rocks off if the writer did their job. Even Shakespeare understood that, hell half his sonnets are just about fucking."

I was in a strange spot at that moment. I knew Alexandra was just trying to tease me, to talk about sex as overtly as she could give the context, but I also knew that what she was saying was pretty spot on for our discussion. So I couldn't call her out on it, or stop her. "If you'll let me speak," I started, trying to stop her before she could continue. "You are absolutely right, you're being a bit crude and simplifying a bit, but you are right." I looked at my watch and was happy to see the time. "On that note though, we'll have to end class for the day. Look on the syllabus for the readings before next time, though we'll be spending more of the next class in discussion. See you next week folks." I turned away quickly, heading back to my podium. The students cleared out quickly as they always did.

As Alexandra and her friends walked toward the front she quickly told them, "I'll meet you guys later, I need to talk to the professor," and waved them off. After a moment it was just myself and Alexandra in the room.

"So, didn't want to talk in front of the class about teasing and fucking professor?" she said playfully as she stepped closer to me.

"In the literary context, sure, but I don't think we need to discuss more than that here," I replied quickly. I grabbed my bag and walked toward the door, trying to leave. Alexandra bolted in front of me, shutting the door.

"No, no, that's not how this works," She said, grabbing the panties from my pocket. She spun me around, pushing me up against the wall so that no one outside the room could see. She took her used panties and held them up. "Open real wide professor," she told me.

I opened my mouth, starting to protest, but couldn't get out much as she pushed her panties in, gagging me and muffling my voice.

"You don't get to tell me when to talk, you don't get to tell me when to do anything. I'm the one in charge here, do you understand?" she asked me, her face just inches away from mine.

I wanted to resist, but the adrenaline of the situation left my lust in charge, I could feel my cock growing and my heart beating. I nodded hesitantly.

"Good answer," Alexandra purred, her voice getting softer and sweeter. She put her hand on my pants and began rubbing the growing bulge. "Now, you weren't wearing these, so does that mean you were a good boy and followed my directions?"

Again I nodded, not really able to voice a proper response.

"Good boy, that means you've earned a reward for being obedient. Though you were a bit of a brat in class, so I think I'll have to make it a little embarrassing for you." She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down enough to expose my cock. "Start touching yourself," she commanded.

I did as I was told, unable to resist her. I was terrified someone would come into the room, but even in my delirious state, I knew there wasn't another class in this room today. I stroked my cock, feeling it throb with each movement, begging to finish already. As I did Alexandra pulled down her baggy pants and showed me the blue thong she was wearing.

"Maybe if you'd been a really good boy I would have let you touch this," she pulled her sweatshirt up to show the matching sparkly blue bra she had on. "Maybe I even would have let you suck my tits today, but now, you had to be a brat. This'll be the last time I let you get any kind of reward if you're a brat to me, you hear? Next time I'll just have to punish you completely. You're so lucky I woke up in a good mood."

I nodded quickly, trying to show her how thankful I was for her letting me even touch myself in her presence.

She looked at me and smiled, "You know what, I think you should be kneeling right now, after all, I am above you and all."

She pushed my shoulders down and I went willingly. I continued to stroke my cock, my moans of pleasure muffled by the panty gag. Once I was completely on my knees, Alexandra slid her hands down her front, putting on a show before she slipped her fingers inside her panties and began to touch herself. She moaned a little and then leaned forward, putting her face next to my ear.

Is this what you really want? You want a sexy girl moaning in your ear?" she asked as she panted and came. After a moment she continued, "I'm going to make myself come one more time, if you can't manage to finish in that amount of time, you don't get to finish at all today, understood?"

Again I nodded eagerly. I began to stroke my cock faster, my pulse racing ever harder. Alexandra's breath on my neck, her moans in my ear, filled my head. Alexandra moaned louder and I exploded in my head, spurting cum and making a mess. Alexandra pulled back and removed the panties from my mouth with one hand, she then took her other hand, the one she'd been touching herself with, and put her fingers in my mouth, making me lick them clean. I lapped at them, savoring the taste of her magnificent pussy.

Then Alexandra took my hand, covered in cum to her mouth, and started to lick. She licked the palm of my hand and each finger, sucking on them with a little nibble before opening her mouth. I could see all the white, milky cum I'd just spurted on her tongue. My breath caught and my whole body shuddered as I watched her swallow it all in one gulp. I tried as best as I could to note every little detail and put that moment into my memories permanently.

Alexandra stood back up fully, but instead of pulling her pants up, she backed up closer to me, putting her perky ass right in my face.

"Kiss it and say thank you," she said giddily.

I folded and did as I was told. I kissed her ass, "Thank you, Alexandra," I said.

"Not good enough," she replied, "I really need to feel how thankful you are for letting you kiss my ass. That and I don't think you referring to me like that works either. I need a better title, I think Princess Alexandra works, don't you?"

Instead of replying I just kissed her ass again, harder. I pressed my lips against her soft skin, kissing several times before I backed up enough to say, "Thank you, Princess Alexandra."

Alexandra made a little excited squeal as she turned around and pulled her pants back up. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it? If you behave better you'll get more of that." She stepped back and looked at me. I must have been a sight, on my knees, my pants pulled down, and my cock now limp after finishing. "Since you were a brat though I'm going to have to be more strict with you. I think that means I'll have to check in on you more regularly. Not that hard to do I suppose. Your office is easy to get into and well it wasn't that hard to find out where you live."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in. Alexandra already knew where I lived, not that I lived far away, but it's also not like I'd ever shared that information with a student. For all I know, she'd followed me home at some point.