This story is the second story of a series following a professor and his TA. Like “My First Day of Class” before it, “Releasing the Professor” is dedicated to and inspired my dear Josie, a friend I met right here on Literotica. She has brought out a part of me that has been yearning to be released for many years. Thank you Josie.
If you would like to read my previous works, they are published under the account name WhimsicalEroticist, an account I ‘m no longer able to access. Thanks for reading and comments are welcome on this and previous stories.
I was determined to get there early and catch him off guard. I knew he wanted me and, if I got him in the right situation, he could not resist me. So today. I was determined to continue what I had started last Wednesday.
My name is Letty. I’m a twenty year old third year psychology student at state Uni. I’m 5’5″ tall and half Latina, half Caucasian giving me a permanent tan that accents my dark eyes and hair. My long black hair hangs down to my shoulders and on this day I have it done in a tight French braid. This braid brings to prominence my high forehead which is bordered by my meticulously manicured eye brows and lashes below. My deep brown eyes love to gaze upon others with inquisitiveness, with deviousness, and for the right person, with deep lust and desire. My cheeks and lips, which I enjoy making up in a variety of ways, contained just a bit of adornment on this Monday as I was trying to accentuate my natural tones.
I don’t consider myself conceited, but I’m pretty proud of my body. It is held up by a pair of legs that is shapely and muscular from hours of yoga, long hikes, and days of being on my feet as a barista. My breasts, which can be called neither large nor small, are just about perfect for my stature and my curves. Super sensitive, everyone who has seen them, fondled them, or sucked on them, both male and female, has really enjoyed them. Below them my body narrows into a thin waist which then widens out to create a classic hour glass figure. My greatest asset is just that, my ass. Blessed by genetics I have what one previous lover called a “juicy booty.”
So the “him” I am referring to was my history prof, Professor Nickerson, for whom I also served as a TA. It’s a bit unconventional for a psych major such as myself to be a TA for a history prof, but I sort of manipulated the situation a bit.
The previous week, on the first day of class, I intentionally flirted with him and flashed him during his lecture. Then later that day I went to his office to talk about becoming his TA and secured that position with an impromptu seductive hand job that left him as putty in my hands.
I’m not usually that forward with men – actually, I have never been forward with any man. But Professor Nickerson is different. The moment I saw him my first year at Uni I knew I had to take a class from him. I was dejected when I found out he was in the history department and not the psychology department. That’s why I wasn’t able to take a class from him until my third year – I had to find one that would work as a cross discipline course.
I don’t think Professor Nickerson had any idea how attractive he was to the girls. He seemed quite oblivious to the fact that 90% of the students who stopped to ask him a question after class were females. When he teased these girls about their silly questions, he thought he was just teasing them, but the girls all went away excited thinking he was flirting with them. And it seemed to fly right past him that his class enrollment was made up of 70% women when the University’s enrollment was 55% men and 45% women. How do I know all this? Well, that first statistic is my estimation from observation, so it isn’t terribly valid. But those last numbers I researched. (Remember, I spent two years trying to find one of Professor Nickerson’s classes that fit into my schedule and major.)
So what was it about “Nickie” (that’s the nick name I dreamt of being able to call him someday) that attracted such attention? Well, there’s something about the salt and pepper hair mixed with his well kept and in shape middle aged body that, to me, was practically irresistible. It’s not that he was crazy muscular or had that perfect movie star face or anything. I suspect he didn’t have that look as a young man either. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was hotter now that he was in his 50’s than when he was my age. But his hair, the wrinkles of his eyes, the way he wears his glasses and holds them with one arm in his mouth when he’s deep in thought, the slight wrinkles around his eyes and the corners of his mouth, the way he walks with a sense of casual confidence, and his incredible intellect and wit – that whole package made him just about the hottest man I’d ever encountered. He wasn’t practically irresistible. He was irresistible. At least to me.
That’s why I was so forward on the first day of class. And that’s why I had been formulating a plan to be even more forward on this day. I’d been dreaming of him for two years. So it wasn’t a total surprise to me when the other day, as I gave him an orgasm with my hand, I too had an orgasm, all be it a small one. I don’t think I’d ever experienced that without another person or myself touching my breasts or my pussy in an erotic manner. It was purely out of my causing the pleasure in Nickie that my pleasure emanated. I still, to this day, dream about that afternoon.
But after Wednesday, my contact with Professor Nickerson was minimal. Not because of me, mind you, but on account of him. I showed up on Thursday for my first official day as his TA. I was hoping that maybe there might be some alone time in his office again and we could pick up where we left off the day before.
But just as I arrived at his office, he was locking it up. When he noticed me coming he said, “Oh, hi Letty. I’m glad you’re here. Here’s the papers from my 101 history courses I’d like you to go through,” without looking me in the face, he handed me a stack of papers. “Go over them for spelling and grammar and mark things in green or red. I’ll then go back through and check the argumentation. I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat,” he continued, “but I have an appointment I have to get to. Have a great day, Letty.” And with that he walked quickly down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
On Friday, I brought the papers back. But this time, on top I wore a tight fitting black shirt that hugged my breasts and left little to the imagination. On bottom I wore a pair of jeans that hugged my greatest asset so tightly that it screamed out to anyone with eyes, “Look at how hot I am.” Based on how my fellow students, both men and women, looked at me while I walked around during the day, the jeans were having their desired effect. Unless, of course, you’re a professor who avoids looking at your sexy TA all together and rushes away down the hall just like the previous day.
All weekend I pumped myself up, telling myself that I was going to be bold and not let that happen again. And so there I was, on Monday, heading down the hall toward his office, a full hour before he expected me. As I approached, I smiled to see his door ajar knowing that he was fulfilling his office hour duties in case any student needed assistance. After the first day or two of class, most professors don’t have any students drop by the office until midterm. I figured we would not be interrupted as I entered into his office.
“Hello Professor Nickerson,” I said, quietly closing the door behind me. I covered up the sound of turning the lock by saying, “Your TA is here reporting for duty.”
“Well hello Letty,” he said turning his chair to face me. “I’ve been expecting you. Come on in and have a seat.”
I was surprised that he wasn’t a bit jumpy as he had been on Thursday and Friday when he practically ran away from me. As I sat down, he picked up a glass from his desk and took a sip. It was then that I noticed the bottle of Tito’s sitting on his desk. “What could this mean,” I wondered to myself. “Nickie doesn’t seem like one who would drink early in the day.”
“Letty, we need to talk,” he said in a very ominous voice.
“What’s the matter?” I replied. “Didn’t you like the way I graded your papers?”
“No, you’re doing a marvelous job with those,” he said. “In fact as good or better than any TA I’ve ever had.”
My eyes lit up with the compliment, but then I recalled his ominous tone that began this conversation. “Well, have I done something wrong professor?” I asked. “It sounds like you’re about to fire me.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to fire you,” he said with a sudden change in his tone. “A student who is fired as a TA ends up with a ridiculous amount of consequences and usually ends up transferring to another school. I would never do that to you. And besides, why would I want to fire a person who is shaping up to be the best TA I’ve ever had?”
“Not to mention the sexiest,” I said trying to change the somber mood.
“Yes, not to mention the sexiest,” he repeated almost matter of factly. “And that’s what I want to discuss with you” he said. “About the other day…” and then he paused, trailing off apparently trying to figure out what words he would use next.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t you like it?” I said, trying to muster up my seductive tone, but probably unsuccessful as I was nervous about where this was going.
“Oh, I liked it very much,” he said as he shifted in his chair. “In fact, I’ve been able to think about nothing else since then,” and he shifted again.
It was with the second shift that I noticed the bulge in his pants. My confidence began to rise as I realized that he too must have been dreaming about Wednesday all weekend.
“Listen Letty,” he pressed on still fidgeting in his office chair. “I’m a married man. I’ve never been unfaithful to my wife before. That is before last week. And I’ve never even spoke about sexual things with a student before, let alone done anything sexual with them.” And with that he took another sip of his drink.
As he took a sip, I took the opportunity to stand up from the couch. “Let me ask you professor,” I said to him as I reached out and took his glass from him. I lifted it to my lips and took a sip myself, the wondrous burning in my esophagus as the vodka descended into my body fueled my confidence… as well as the warmth that was building in my loins. Putting the glass down on his desk with my left hand, I reached down and ever so gently stroked his cock with my right hand as I continued, “did you like the way I touched you last week?”
“Ohhh, yes I did,” he said, the first word of his response being both his reaction to my touch and the beginning of his sentence. “But…” he tried to continue, however, I would not let him.
“Ah, ah, ah. Professor. You’ve answered the question. Now wait for the next one,” I ordered and continued my stroking with my right hand as I moved in front of him and knelt between his legs. I brought my left hand up to his crotch and began two use both hands to stroke his now fully erect penis. “And tell me professor,” I was becoming bolder and more confident with each word and with each stroke. “Do you like the way I’m touching you now.”
“Oh god, yes,” he said. “It’s just that…”
“A simple yes will do,” I said cutting him off mid sentence. “Now professor, I know you’re married. I want you to know I will do nothing to harm your marriage and will say nothing to your wife.” I reached up and unbuckled his belt.
As I pulled it out of the loops, his eyes widening as he watched me, his arms seemed glued to the arms of his chair in shock. “But the other day when I said I didn’t think you could resist me, I proved to you that I was right. It seems though, that I am going to have to prove that to you again.”
I then unbuttoned the fly of his khakis, pulled them open and down to just below the edge of his chair. As I carefully pulled his boxers up and over his erection, freeing his penis from its prison, I gently wrapped both my hands around it as though it were a very precious stone, and said, “And you need to know, I also meant it when I said I would do anything to please you. My job as your TA is to do all in my power to make you at your best, even if that means helping you release built up tension.”
With those last words, I leaned forward and put the head of his penis in my mouth, rolling my tongue all around it. I proceeded to lick and suck and even nibble at times up and down his entire shaft, relishing this object I had coveted for two years.
I paused and looked up at him. “Professor, it appears that you have some major tension that needs to be released,” I said as I stroked his cock with both hands. “And I’m just the one to take care of it.”
And with that, I began a serious assault on my professor’s penis with my mouth. Sucking it in deeper and deeper, hearing him moan more and more. It felt so good in my mouth, and his moans told me it felt good for him. I latched on with the suction of a vacuum cleaner until I finally had to come up for air. “Oh professor,” I exclaimed. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I find you irresistible.”
With that final word, something clicked in him. My professor went from “Nickie” to “Nicholas the Great.” In a blur he was off the chair, swept me up off the floor and placed me onto his office chair. Immediately he reached out with both hands and literally ripped my blouse open sending three or four of its buttons flying through the air in his office.
His eyes showed his delight in the fact there was no bra under the shirt, and so he wasted no time diving in with his mouth and hands to give me pleasure. Oh did it feel good to have him touching me, licking me, sucking on my nipples – to have him wanting me.
“Oh yes professor, that feels so good,” I encouraged him in the midst of my now heavy breaths. “Suck on your TA’s titties. Show her how much you like them.”
He responded by doing this thing where he sucked on my nipple and rolled it around in his tongue all at the same time. It was amazing. Back and forth between my breasts he would do it. It not only stimulated my breasts, but caused me to become wetter and wetter below as well.
As he sensed my heightened excitement, he borrowed a move from me and latched onto my left nipple with the suction of a vacuum cleaner. Having maximized the sensitivity of my breasts and nipples with that previous trick, this move sent me into space. God it felt so good. I moaned loudly and then couldn’t hold back. “Yessss,” I cried as he sucked the orgasm up from my feet through my body and out my left nipple.
I was about to say thank you, when he suddenly switched to my right nipple, again using the hoover suction power. “Oh… oh… oh…” I cried after just a few moments. “Oh my God here comes another one… oh yessssss.”
“Oh professor,” I said breathing as if I’d just sprinted a mile, “that was amazing!”
But he wasn’t done. Without hesitating he began to undo my pants. Before I knew it he had them off along with my panties and had his head buried between my legs. My God he was an animal that day. He teased my clit with his tongue, keeping my excitement high and causing me to once again stand on the edge of an orgasm. The he licked up and down, up and down, up and down my pussy. Oh it felt so good to be wanted, especially by this incredible sexy man.
Then he took me to the pinnacle once again as he began to use the same sucking and tongue teasing technique he had used on my nipples, but this time on my clit. While he did that he stuck two fingers in my pussy and began to play and in short order found my gee spot. I didn’t last but 30 seconds before I was shouting his name as my third orgasm rushed over me. “Oh Professor Nickerson. Oh my God. Lick that clit. Oh God yes. Oh… oh… oh…” He gave a good hard suck on my clit while simultaneously thrusting his fingers deep inside my womanhood. “Oh yessss!” I cried out in joy.
And amazingly, this animal would still not stop. He stood up and pushed all the stuff on the front of his desk onto the floor, including the graded papers I had just returned to him. Then he stood me up, turned me toward the desk, and placed my hands palm down on the desk so that I was bent over at the waist.
In a flash he was behind me pulling his legs out of his pants that I had undone earlier. I could feel it as he placed the head of his penis just outside my pussy. God it was exhilarating. Was he really going to take me right there? I wanted him to be mine, but I really wanted to be his more than anything. He could have me.
I slid his head up and down my pussy, getting it wet and making me impatient to have him inside me. Finally, as he pulled up a little, the head of his penis snuck inside the outer lips of my vagina. Oh that felt so good. “Yes professor, please, I want it,” I encouraged him.
He slid in a little further and we moaned in unison. Then pulling back slightly, he gave another small push and slid in deeper to what I’m guessing was half the length of his cock. My young pussy enveloped his cock snuggly which, based on his satisfied moans, he absolutely loved.
He repeated the in and out a couple more times until he was all the way inside me. I was in heaven. He was deep inside me. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good.
And then he began to pump. In and out, in and out. A few times he almost pulled all the way out, and then when I was about to panic at the thought of that happening, he would thrust deep inside me causing me to grunt with pleasure.
I didn’t want this to stop it was so wonderful. Again I was right at the edge of orgasm. I could tell he was too and would not last much longer.
“Oh Letty,” I heard him say. “I’m going… to… cum…” As soon as he completed the m, the dam burst. He began to fill me with his semen. The first spurt came out with such force, I swear it went all the way to my brain. It did start my orgasm. As he exploded again and again inside me, my orgasm continued to build more and more.
“Oh Letty,” he kept repeating with each release of new cum. “Oh Letty,” and my body just kept rising in excitement. “Oh yes,” he finally said as he let one last little bit of his seed escape out of his penis and into me.
But as his body suddenly went limp from exhaustion, mine exploded with my fourth orgasm in the last 10 minutes. And this one was bigger than the last three combined. My voice hit its highest note it knows as I cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh God professor,” I said to him as he fell back on the love seat. “That was beyond amazing. I don’t have words to describe it,” I said as I climbed on his lap facing him, straddling his legs with mine as I sat on my knees on the cushions.
“You have no idea how incredible that was for me, Letty,” he said as he took a deep breath, his body shaking from the intensity of what we just experienced together.
I leaned in and gave him a passionate and sensuous kiss, holding him tightly as I did so. As we kissed and I held him, I could feel his body calm down and he relaxed in my arms. When we broke the kiss, we just sat there and held one another in satisfied silence.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Professor Nickerson said, “I have to apologize to you, Letty.”
“Whatever for silly?” I said to him.
“Well, for a couple of things,” he said. “First, I need to apologize that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I know I should have. But truth is I don’t have one and haven’t used one in literally decades. If it’s any consolation, you can rest assured that I am completely disease free as I haven’t been with anyone but my wife in over thirty years.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” I said. “I knew what I was doing. And I trusted that you were safe. And you don’t have to worry, I’m on the pill.”
“And I also have to apologize for being so aggressive, Letty. I’m afraid I sort of lost myself and just kept going and didn’t even bother to ask you what you wanted or what felt good,” he said with this incredible puppy dog look on his face.
“Oh my god professor, stop apologizing,” I said as I gave him a loving swat over the head. “You were amazing. Today you ravished me, and I loved it. Do you know you made me cum four times professor? Four times! And I only made you cum once. You don’t have to apologize because it looks to me as if I owe you three orgasms.”
“Actually two,” he said.
Confused, I responded, “Two what?”
“Two orgasms. You gave me two orgasms. One last week, and one huge one tonight. You know Letty, that’s two more orgasms than any other person other than myself has given me since my birthday last March. Thank you dear girl… I’m sorry, dear woman,” he corrected himself.
“Well, I only owe you two then,” I said with a big smile on my face. “I will pay you back, I promise.”
“You don’t owe me any…” Professor Nickerson replied but his words were cut off when his office phone rang. He began to reach for it, but I stopped his arm.
“No, let me,” I said. “I need to earn my keep as your TA.” I reached for the receiver and put it to my ear. “Hello, Professor Nickerson’s office. This is Letty speaking. Can I help you?”
“Oh, hi Mrs. Nickerson,” I said after hearing the response on the other end. I smiled broadly at the situation, while Professor Nickerson’s face was filled with panic. I don’t know why he would panic. After all, what’s the big deal about his wife being on the phone while my shirt hung wide open and there was no clothing below my waist, and he sat on the love seat, his trousers strewn over a pile of books in the corner, and his cock dripping with my vaginal juices?
“He just stepped out to go down to the little boys room,” I said. “He should be back soon… Oh, here he is now.” I handed the phone to him and said plenty loud so she could hear, “It’s your wife, professor.”
I know I shouldn’t have, but I found the whole situation amusing, so I had a huge smile on my face. He continued to look at me with panic. “Don’t worry,” I whispered to him, “she can’t see us through the phone.” But I don’t think he heard me.
He cleared his throat before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hi honey, what’s up?” he said.
He paused to listen to her response then said, “Yeah, I’ll be heading home before long,” he said.
It’s then that my devious little mind went to work and my new found brazenness that this man had unleashed in me came out once again. As he continued to talk to his wife on the phone, I positioned myself in front of him, pulled the sides of my blouse open to make sure he had a nice view of my breasts, and began to gyrate my hips in the sexiest way I knew how.
His eyes widened as he talked on the phone. But they never looked away from me. I could tell my dancing was having its desired effect. I had him under my spell. And when I looked down between his legs, it became obvious that I was succeeding. For his cock, which just a minute ago had shrunk from exhaustion, was now on its way to full size once again.
It was then that my dance moves took me to my hands and knees. Still moving to the music that I was imagining in my head, I continued to sway to the beat as I slowly and seductively crawled upto him and right between his legs. I took that hard cock in both hands and then planted a kiss right on its head. Then looking up at him, I winked, before looking back down and putting my mouth fully around the head of his penis, beginning a repeat performance of earlier. This time, however, I intended to finish what I started.
I was sucking and licking causing him to squirm a bit but not letting him get away. At one point, he put his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and opened his mouth to speak. But I lifted my mouth off his cock, hushed him, and said, “Keep talking and you’ll be rewarded.” I went back to my oral stimulation of his penis, and he went back to the conversation with his wife.
It was obvious he was having a tough time concentrating on his wife’s words as he kept asking her to repeat things. I didn’t care, I was only focused on pleasing this marvelous cock that was inside my mouth. I looked up at him as I sucked, and when I saw his hand cover the mouthpiece again at the same time his eyes began to gloss over, I knew I was about to cross home plate.
He let out a long and stifled, “Mmmmmmmmmm,” as he released a not so stifled stream of cum in my mouth. I continued to lick and suck, making sure every last drop was drained from him.
Satisfied with my work, I stood up and smiled at him. I found my panties and jeans and put them on. I put my shoes back on and began to button up my shirt. Realizing most of the buttons had been torn off, I smirked at him as he continued to talk, and I tied my shirt in the middle so that my belly was exposed but my breasts were covered (mostly anyway).
I found the new stack of papers he had for me to grade, and stuck them in my backpack. Then I threw the pack over my back and headed for door. As I reached for the knob, I heard him say goodbye and hang up the phone.
As I opened the door, I turned and said to him, “Have a good night professor.”
“Thank you Letty,” he said with a dazed and confused look on his face. “You have a good night too.”
With that, I walked through the door and pulled it shut behind me. But just for good measure, I pulled it open again and stuck my head in. “Oh Professor, now I only owe you one. But trust me, you will like that one. Sweet dreams dear sir,” I added for good measure.
Then I closed the door and walked down the hall, about as happy as I’d ever been.