Seducing the TA

It was late on a Friday night, about 11:00PM, and Tori was alone in her dorm drinking peach schnapps and angrily cursing aloud to herself about how upset she was with her freshman English class. "I speak English," Tori said to herself. "I should be acing that class," her poor use of logos and connecting a writing class with her so-called native language gave ample indication of why she was doing so poorly in Mr. Avery's class; she didn't pay attention in class, nor did she successfully complete her assignments to the best of her ability—instead, she focused on the party lifestyle associated with being in college. But in all honesty, Tori knew that her poor attention skills in class weren't solely caused by her party lifestyle. While she didn't listen to the content Mr. Avery was spewing, she just loved to uncritically listen to the sound of his voice.

She'd begun wearing tight yoga pants, which hugged her ass tightly and gave not-so-subtle clues as to what was kept underneath, to class every day because she had begun noticing how his eyes lighted up once she'd started. To the normal human eye, Mr. Avery's observations of Tori would be hard to suspect; but for someone who was looking, someone who felt similar feelings, Tori was able to pick up on his lustful stares at her. She noticed the way he'd look at her ass, then look away, then steal another glance at it. She noticed, also, the bulge that would form in his pants, as he'd lecture. He hid behind the podium, but she couldn't help but licking her lips in approval.

That Friday night, she kept on thinking of how badly she wanted to seduce him. She knew he'd never initiate a naughty exchange between them; he was far too professional for that. But if she was given the opportunity, she thought she could convince him the mutual benefits of them hooking up. Besides their mutual attraction, she could also get a better grade out of it, and he'd get the chance to form a lasting relationship with someone she was sure he thought was out of his league. Maybe she could stop by his office hours, she thought. But then she shook her head. She just wanted an irrefutable sign that he was willing to bend the rules as she was.

The clock read 11:34PM, and she took a break from her nervous pacing to take a look out the dorm window; and it was then that she noticed a car pulling into the adjacent empty parking lot, the lot for the English department building. She was curious, watching patiently for the door to open. "Who could it be?" she muttered. The door opened, and to her delight, Mr. Avery stepped out. He dropped what seemed like the butt of a cigarette at his feet and stopped it out; it seemed like a cigarette, but it was far too imperfectly wrapped. It was a marijuana joint. She watched as Mr. Avery shut the car door, locking it, and headed toward the door of the English department building, briefcase in hand. This was her chance, she thought; she better hurry!

She put on some running shoes quickly and threw on her coat, and let herself out of the door of her dorm quickly. She ran down the stairs and out the front entryway just in time to catch Mr. Avery sifting through his keys, trying to find the right one. She was going to approach him, but then froze. "Wait... I shouldn't just approach him on the sidewalk, scare him off, and give him reason to shoe me off, even if he's here at an odd time. He is the professor and all. He doesn't have to account for himself to me. I should wait until he gets inside so we'll be alone and he has less reason to shoe me off!"

So she waited, watching him admiringly as finally he found the right key and unlocked the door. To her delight, he didn't lock the door from within and instead went straight for the stairs. She gave him a 10 seconds' head start and then headed for the door, letting herself in, first looking around to make sure no one saw her enter.

The building was nearly pitch black. She was happy to see that he was already up the stairs when she entered and couldn't hear her come in. She walked up the stairs after him, keeping a close distance. On the second floor, she watched him as he entered the TA offices and headed for his cubicle. The TA offices were a room filled with cubicles, each unique to the TA who owned it. She had always admired Mr. Avery's cubicle, a quaint dark shade of green on its walls, furnished with a small loveseat and an additional chair that overlooked Mr. Avery's desk. A diploma frame on the wall read "Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing" to indicate Mr. Avery was already deep into his doctoral studies, unlike many of the other TAs who were only MA or MFA students. This also meant that he taught multiple classes, while many of the master's students and TAs only taught one. He taught three, in addition to his doctoral work. She admired Mr. Avery's vast abilities to keep his studies in order while also committing to providing quality instruction to three classes of 25 each.

She let herself into the TA offices and made her way toward Mr. Avery's cubicle. It was at the far end of the room. Once there, she slowly crept her way around toward the opening that led into the cubicle. It appeared that Mr. Avery was deep in thought, his head over a manuscript, examining it closely. He had no idea she had followed him in.

"Hi," Tori mouthed quietly and cutely, a smile spreading across her face.

Mr. Avery looked startle, adjusting his concentration from the manuscript on his desk to the entryway of his cubicle. "Tori?" He asked. "What in the world are you doing here? It's so late."

"I followed you in," she told him. "My dorm is the one next door and I saw you come in. I was wondering the same thing about you, actually, why you were here so late. You looked lonely, so I decided I'd come and try to keep you company." She smiled at him as she walked confidently into his office, taking off her coat.

Mr. Avery could hardly resist her low-cut blouse and tight yoga pants inside the privacy of his cubicle within an empty and dark building. "This is highly inappropriate, Tori, what with the hour and all. If you need to talk about something, maybe we should schedule an appointment for Monday morning."

"I could say the same thing about the joint I saw you discard when you got out of your car." She smiled, innocently.

"Shit." He said, caught. "What is it that you want?"

"To talk about my grade."

"Okay, I think you've earned that opportunity. What is it that you want to talk about concerning your grade?"

"I have a D and I'd like an A."

"Tori, at this point in the semester, that's not even mathematically feasible. You should have worked harder on your papers like I told you, sought help, and visited the writing center. Hell, I even told you I'd offer you extra credit."

"Mhm," she began, decisively. "That's what I'm here about. I'm here to talk about extra credit." She smiled, cutely.

"It's too late."

"I'm not so sure," she said, as she turned around and exposed her round rump in her tightly hugging yoga pants. She bent down, placing her hands on her ass and moved in closer toward his desk so he could get a better look.

"Tori, what are you doing? This is highly inappropriate." He said halfheartedly. He wanted it.

"I know you've wanted this. Now's your chance to see it for yourself, in the privacy of your office. No one will know." She said as she slowly pulled her yoga pants off down to expose her naked 18-year-old ass. She hadn't been wearing panties. She never wore panties when she was in Mr. Avery's presence.

"Oh, good lord." He mouthed.

"You like?"

"Yea..."

Tori pivoted on her heels and helped herself behind Mr. Avery's desk, climbing into his lap, her ass nestled over the bulge in his pants. "You can have whatever you want." She whispered in his ear.

"Anything?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm all yours."

"Pull them back up. Give me a lap dance to start."

Tori obeyed. Standing before him, he grabbed on her ass and then she twerked her ass over the bulge in his pants. She could feel it growing larger, begging to get out.

"Oh, Mr. Avery. Someone's happy to see me." She teased.

"Turn around." He requested.

She obeyed, climbing back onto his lap. They began to kiss. She slid her tongue into his mouth rather forcefully, though put up no opposition, his own tongue wrapping itself around hers. He placed his hands on the back of her ass and grinded it against the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, Mr. Avery. It's so big. Can I see it?"

"Yes, get on your knees."

She knelt before him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his 10 inch cock fully erect in her face.

"Oh, my, I've never seen one so big." She said, delighted, taking it in her hand and beginning to stroke in steady motion.

"Oh, yes, Tori." He moaned.

She wrapped her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue around his cockhead. "You like that?" She asked, teasingly.

He nodded, then placed his hand at the back of her head, forcing her head down on his cock, throat-fucking her.

She gagged on his massive cock, taking more of it down her throat, becoming his cock sleeve. His cock throbbed lightly in her mouth as she picked up speed.

"Clothes off." He demanded.

She obeyed, stripping for him, and mounting his cock on his instructions. He gripped her by the waist and eased her down on his cock. She had never had one that big in her pussy. It hurt but it felt amazing simultaneously. "Oh, Mr. Avery!" She screamed in pleasure.

He bounced her up and down on his cock right there in his chair, behind his desk. She rode his cock happily. Then, he demanded they switch positions. He bent her over his desk and began ramming her from behind. This, she thought, was every girl's fantasy, and especially hers, to be bucked from behind, bent over her professor's desk. "Oh, yes! Fuck me!" She screamed in pleasure.

"Oh yea, Tori, take that cock!" Mr. Avery yelled as he dug his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, penetrating her g-pot in steady and repetitive motions.

"OH, YES!" She exclaimed as her special spot was reached. She couldn't hold it in any longer as her body began to shake and her orgasms overcame her. She drenched his cock in cum, and he felt his own orgasm coming.

"On your knees!" He demanded again.

She obeyed, kneeling down for him as he shoved his cock back down her throat, violently face-fucking her as he exploded in her mouth. "OH YES!" He screamed as cum oozed out of his cock, filling her mouth like a cum bucket. "Swallow it." He demanded of her. "Swallow it all."

She nodded, swallowing his cum load gladly. She climbed onto his lap to give him a peck on the lips.

"I think I'm falling for you, Mr. Avery." She smiled.

He was pleased.

"So, my extra credit?"

"Yes, you've earned it.

"Good!" She happily exclaimed, as she began to get dressed. She started to leave, when he stopped her.

"Wait," he said.

She pivoted on her heels, smiling back at him. "Yes, Mr. Avery?" She said in a loving tone.

"Pack an overnight bag and meet me at my car. You can stay the night."

"Okay!" She gleefully shouted, as she ran to give him another peck on the lips, and then ran for her dorm excitedly to gather her things.

As she made her way back to his car, she couldn't help but think how happy she was that she was living out every schoolgirl's fantasy.