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   *** *** *** *** *** "Katie's Office Hours Quickie"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   My name's Erica, and this is the story about how I got my shake on in my
office in the middle of the work day.

   I'm a professor at the university, and am used to having the sort of
wistful longings that come with being a forty-something woman, no matter
how blonde and how attractive I might be, looking out at a class of
attractive college kids.  I was married, and happy, but I had desires like
any other woman.  And while no super model, I knew that I was attractive
and had a good figure, and that I could probably get some attention from
some of the guys in my classes.  But the guys would not be able to satisfy
my longings.

   Truth of it is, I am, was, and always will be a lesbian.  My marriage
was mostly of social convenience, even if we got along well and were happy
in our joint life.  But as I looked at out beautiful college girls every
day, I remembered just what sorts of things our marriage did not provide
me.

   Today I noticed something different, though.  There were a couple of
girls who generally caught my eye, but they did not usually seem to pay
much attention to my physical interest in them.  Today, however, a girl
whom I had rarely ever noticed in a physical way, caught my attention.  Not
because of how she looked, but because of how she was looking at me.  Her
name was Katie.  She was an ordinary girl.  Not ugly, but plain.  Her skin
was pale, her figure simple.  Her hair was brown with pretty copper
highlights, but was long and straight and not styled in a way that might
flatter her.  Today, though, her pale eyes were locked on me with an
intensity I had never seen before.

   At first I tried to think nothing of it.  After all, I wasn't getting
any girly action so I told myself that I was imagining things out desire.
But as I lectured and my eyes roamed over the class, I kept noticing
Katie's eyes on me.  She wasn't blankly staring either; she was focusing on
my body.  As I said, I'm attractive enough for a middle-aged professor. 
Lean, shapely, with a pretty face and a lot of blonde hair styled to
counter balance the fine angles of my face.  But I still wasn't used to
this kind of attention.  The kind of attention I often gave to others.

   Every time I asked a question during that lecture, the girl stretched
her arm out, and when I called on her she apologized, said she was only
stretching.  Each time, she locked her eyes on mine, and my attention was
riveted.  As I lectured and wrote on the board, I could swear a felt her
eyes examining my figure, and so when I turned around I found my own eyes
returning to her, time and time again.

   After class, there was the usual parade of students asking for
extensions on homework assignments, requested for repeated instructions,
needless appraisals of forthcoming vacations and so forth.  Some were
slackers, others were kiss-ups.  One girl was a tease.  A pretty,
curly-haired red-head, she had asked me out once, and I had turned her down
because I was a little afraid to actually pursue an affair with a student.
She had never let up, though, and liked to flirt with me every chance she
got, even though I'm sure she would have turned me down at this point had I
gone back to her for a second shot.  One guy was clueless, and entertained
ideas of fulfilling a crush he had on me.  I could always feel his eyes on
my ass, and knew what he was after, but I never let on that I knew. 
Simpler that way than telling him that my crushes on students didn't swing
that way.

   And then Katie.  Her plainness was emphasized by the creepy way she held
herself.  Her expression was practically blank as she approached me, and
her voice utterly without tone.  And yet, somehow, she conveyed a sense of
some desperate hunger.  It was confusing, and that simultaneously made her
more creepy and also somewhat intriguing.  Her request was as plain and
unadorned as everything else about her.

   "Can I come to your office hours right now?" she asked.

   I looked at my watch.  "I have an appointment with another student in
fifteen minutes.  Is that enough time?"

   I'm not sure the corner of Katie's mouth actually quirked, but there was
a ghost of an expression.  "That should be plenty of time."

   She was the last in line -- probably, she orchestrated it that way --
and so we walked to my office, chatting idly about class.  There's frankly
not a lot of small talk to make between professors and students.

   The other student was already waiting outside my office, but I let Katie
in, and closed the door most of the way.  I liked to give students some
privacy, but it was against policy to completely close the door to your
office whenever anyone else was in with you.

   "So what can I do for you, Katie?" I asked, sitting in an arm chair
beside my desk.  I crossed my legs easily and lay my hands on my lap.

   Her eyes were intent on first my legs, then my hands, and then my lap. I
squirmed, waiting for her to answer.  "The question is what I can do for
you," she finally said.

   "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice quaking nervously.

   "You seem tense," the girl noted.  "You need to relieve some tension."
She said it in such a matter-of-fact way, as if she were asking someone to
pass the jelly at the breakfast table.

   "What?" I asked, coughing and blushing, and hoping she noticed neither.
I looked at her face.  Perhaps not so plain as I first thought.  There were
hidden depths there, and the softness of her skin definitely held an
appeal. Her coppery hair shone in a most attractive way.

   The student pursed her lips thoughtfully and then put on a pair of
glasses which had been tucked away in her purse.  "You're going to bend
over and lean on your desk," she said, as if dictating a recipe.  "Then I'm
going to eat you out from behind while you say all sorts of dirty, nasty
things to me.  You will cum, and I will get myself off while I eat you."

   I stared at her in disbelief.  "What did you just say?"

   The girl rose, closed the office door the rest of the way, and then
gestured at my desk.  "Bend over, Erica."

   Stunned, a little disgusted, and a lot turned on, I did the only thing I
could do.  I rose and leaned forward, hands on my desktop, presenting my
ass towards this creepy little girl.  I was trembling, and didn't honestly
know what to expect.  She couldn't be serious.

   But then I felt her nestling up behind me.  Her lap was warm against my
rear, and when she reached around underneath me to unfasten my belt and
unbutton my slacks, she did so with a naturalness that was both
disconcerting and very exciting.  "You're experienced at this, aren't you,
Katie?"

   "Very," she admitted, slowly pulling my pants back and down my legs.

   "You're a young co-ed slut, aren't you, Katie?"

   She groaned, apparently loving the attention, and kissed my calf.  "Yes,
Dr.  Fennel, I'm a slut." She kissed my other calf, sucking it until she
left a hicky.

   "Oh, you're very good, baby, a well-practiced little whore."

   She groaned again and kissed the back of my thighs.

   "Yes, slut," I encouraged her.  "Be my teacher's pet.  Earn your A,
slut."

   She reached up and pulled my panties down around my legs.

   "Yes!" I gasped as she started to kiss my ass cheeks.  "Yes, baby, whore
your sweet little mouth for your grade.  You fucking little grade whore."

   She let more love marks all over my ass as her hands raked my hips. 
"Come on, Erica," she begged, drooling in the crack of my ass.  "Beg for
it, dirty old teacher, beg for it."

   "Yes, Katie," I whimpered, "eat my pussy.  Eat my pussy like a good
little whore slut.  Earn that A, bitch.  Get some extra credit with your
tongue and lips."

   I felt her lips press against my asshole and then slide down my crack
toward my waiting pussy lips.  I was so wet with anticipation I could feel
my juices trickling down my thighs.  The moment I felt her lips and tongue
making sloppy kisses all over my labia, I screamed out.

   Suddenly conscious of the student who was waiting just past the door, I
tried to keep it quieter, but Katie didn't share my interest in discretion
and didn't do anything to make it easy for me.  With a long slurp, her
mouth abandoned my pussy and she began sucking my thighs hard, covering my
flesh in bruises, while she fucked me with three fingers.  Each thrust
upward inside me sent a splash of juices back at her.  Finally, I gave up
being quiet and just allowed myself to groan and grunt as needed.  In fact,
I found more than a little erotic pleasure in the thought of the girl
outside listening and maybe getting curious.  She was unassumingly cute, a
stereotypical college girl with a ponytail and a fondness for hooded
sweatshirts.  The thought of her being inspired by the sounds that Katie
and I were making added to my own excitement with the situation.

   "Fuck me, Katie!" I grunted.  "Fuck me harder, bitch."

   "You're just a grown up whore aren't you, Dr.  Fennel?" she asked,
sucking on my pussy lips again while her hands kneaded my ass mercilessly.
"Just a big, hot, blonde who never grew up from being a high school lesbian
slut."

   "Oh god, Katie." My mouth was open.  I was drooling over my desktop,
unable to control my body as Katie savaged me from behind with her mouth
and fingers.  "You're a good little slut, Katie.  Very good."

   "Are you surprised?" she asked.  "Did you think I would be this good?"

   "No, I didn't, I had no idea.  I thought you were creepy, maybe even
scary."

   She spread my legs wider, then spread my cunt lips with her fingers and
found a way for her mouth to get nearer to my clit.  "You probably barely
even noticed me before today."

   "Never before today," I admitted, gasping loudly.

   "But you'll notice me after today won't you?"

   "Constantly."

   "Bitch!" she spat, and she rolled her tongue into a hard tube that she
then used to fuck me, little a little, wet cock.  I came shortly there
after, letting go a bucket load of juices all over her face and my legs. 
But she didn't stop.  She fucked me harder.  Then she moved so that she was
underneath me, her mouth over my clit.  She puckered her lips into a tight
circle and fucked my clit with them while her thing, angular nose
penetrated further down my slit.

   "Oh hell!" I screamed.  "Oh hell!  Oh Katie yes!  Yes!"

   I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I came again
quickly.  This time, when my climax had eased, Katie crawled out from under
my desk, stood, and spanked my ass hard.

   "Feel better?" she asked.

   I nodded, wordlessly, sinking down to the floor, my pants and underwear
still around my ankles.  I hardly even noticed that Katie had left.  And
then there was a knock on my door.  "Dr.  Fennel?" It was my appointment.
Then I heard the door open.  "Dr.  Fennel?"

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