Home Improvement: The Professor (MF,M-mast,oral,F-dom,bmail)
Jill Taylor was a graduate student working toward a master's degree in
psychology. She was a 48-year old brunette and mother of three sons. She
stood five feet eight inches tall. Even for her age, Jill was still
considered an attractive woman. She possessed a tight, round bottom,
nicely shaped legs, and breasts that were firm and proportioned to her
body -- not oversized. Jill could flirt with the best of them, and
needless to say, she had no trouble attracting the eyes of men half her
Jill was an excellent student and her instructors all liked her, so she was
distressed with Dr. Sanders, one of her psych professors, a man of about 60
or so. For some reason, he took an intense dislike to Jill and although she
could tell she was doing better than anyone in the class, he wouldn't give
her anything higher than a B on her first two papers.
Jill was going for a 4.0 average, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let
this one man spoil it. So after her second paper, she decided to have a talk
with him, to see if there was something she could do to improve her grade.
Jill went up to him after class and asked him if she could meet him for a
conference. He stiffly and formally agreed, and he suggested that they have
their meeting at his home. At first Jill thought this as rather odd, but she
agreed to meet him after dinner that night.
Jill had invitations like this from other professors, and most of them seemed
to lead to the guy making some sort of pass, even though they knew Jill was
married. But since this professor seemed to dislike her so much, she doubted
that this was on his agenda. Jill was in a quandary as what to wear. Should
she dress conservatively or should she wear something a little revealing?
This class was important and she wanted to give it her best shot. She decided
to use her feminine wiles, and what the hell, she would give the old
fuddy-duddy something to look at.
It was summer and it was hot so Jill decided to wear a pair of white shorts,
a pink, button-down, cotton blouse, and a pair of white high-heeled shoes.
She knew the outfit would catch his attention -- the shorts were the
skimpiest pair she owned. She had never worn them out of the house. Always
wearing them to get a rise of her husband, Tim. Even more daringly, she
didn't wear a bra!
Jill arrived at the appointed time that evening. Professor Sanders showed her
in without the slightest hint of kindness. His house was clean but a bit
disheveled, and it had the look of a bachelor pad, which wasn't surprising,
since it was well known around campus that he lived alone. He led her to a
room he called his "study". It was a converted family room with a desk, a few
comfortable chairs, and shelf upon shelf of books.
He sat down behind his desk, and he indicated a chair off to the side of it.
Jill sat down, crossing her legs in a demure manner, although she was well
aware that with the skimpy shorts, even a coy posture was revealing.
Jill discussed the papers she had written, and he replied in an annoyed,
perfunctory manner that her papers were fine. She asked him why, then, did
he only give her B's. His disdainful response was that a B is a perfectly
good grade, and that she shouldn't complain.
Jill then tried to engage him in a conversation about what he had lectured
about in class that day. It actually was a fascinating topic to her, so she
didn't have to fake any real interest. However, he wasn't moved and just kept
curtly responding, barely concealing his disdain.
Jill was starting to get annoyed with this pain-in-the-ass professor, and
finally, confronted him point blank. "I don't understand," she said. "My
papers are quite good by your own admission. I'm quite interested in the
topics you discuss in your course, and I'm probably more knowledgeable
about them than anyone else in the class. So what have I done to get you
so down on me? What do you have against me?"
He was startled by her sudden frankness, but he quickly composed himself and
gave her a long, hard stare. After an uncomfortable pause, he sighed and
began to speak in a tense, disdainful manner. "Mrs. Taylor," he began, "I
must say that I have a very hard time believing that you don't know what it
is that I'm so 'down on you' about, as you put it."
"But Dr. Sanders," Jill replied, more politely than he deserved, "I really
haven't the slightest idea what I could have done to get you upset at me."
Actually, this wasn't true, because, she was starting to get a inkling about
what was bothering him.
He gave her an icy look and then responded in a forced, clipped manner.
"Well, Mrs. Taylor, if indeed you are so out of touch with yourself as to
be so totally unaware of your faults, I suppose I have no choice but to
enumerate them to you."
Jill just stared at him coldly, the bastard. If he were almost anybody else,
she would have stormed out, telling him in no uncertain terms just where he
could stick his enumerations. But this time she prudently kept her true
feelings to herself -- she wanted her "A".
When is became apparent to him that she wasn't going to say anything, and he
finally started to speak again. "So Mrs. Taylor," he said condescendingly,
"where shall I begin? Should I start with your flippant, know-it-all
attitude? Or perhaps your phony, apple-polishing manner in class would be a
better topic to discuss."
Jill silently laughed to herself. He knew damn well that she wasn't an
apple-polisher. And despite her high opinion of herself, she knew better than
to flaunt her self esteem by acting the know-it-all. Her general demeanor in
class was calm and self-assured, speaking politely and quietly, and more
often than not in his class, only when called on.
"Well, Dr. Sanders," Jill replied calmly. "I must say that I'm very surprised
that you could have gotten that impression of me. I really don't think I'm as
much of a know-it-all as several other students in your class, and I'm sure
you know who they are. So I can only imagine that there's something else
about me that must have upset you..." She gave him a hard look and then
continued, "... and I think it's about time you told me."
Jill knew her arrogant, no-nonsense attitude would get him angry. Professors
aren't accustomed to students who stand up to them -- especially this guy.
His mouth fell open in shock and he turned bright red -- and then his anger
boiled up out of control, just as she had expected. "Oh you do, Mrs. Taylor,
do you?!" he sputtered with rage. "YOU think I should tell you?! Well...
well, I never... I never met such a... a... disrespectful little..." His
voice trailed off, and he just cleared his throat nastily. Jill was sure he
wanted to call her a "bitch" or something, but he couldn't bring himself to
Jill just smiled at him, coolly and calmly. She flipped her hair
"Well, you want to know what I don't like about you?... well I'll tell you,
Mrs. Taylor!" he sneered. "You women are all the same -- every last one of
you! You come to class dressed in... in revealing clothes, and all you do
is sit around and... and entice all the men around you. Don't try to deny
it, I'm on to you, I'm on to you, all right!"
This confirmed her suspicions about what was bothering him: Jill turned him
on -- and he hated her for it.
Jill started to act like she was going to protest, but he cut her off with a
wave of his hand and went on. "You... you women all pretend that you don't
know what you're doing, but you can't fool me. You know damn well... yes,
damn well, young lady, how you distract and... and entice the men around you,
and how you just wrap them around your little finger. Look at you... look at
that... that 'outfit' you're wearing, although I'm loath to dignify it with
that term. My God, you're a married women. It's more like... like... well, I
don't know what to call it. But you come here in that... that thing and
expect me not to notice... not to be affected. Well, I'm on to you and your
games, little lady. Yes I am, and you can't entice ME with your mock
innocence and your... your lewd costumes..."
Jill had to laugh to herself. He was nuts. She always wore conservative
clothes to school. After all, she was 48 and had her reputation to keep. But
the fact that the man was expending so much energy to deny she had any affect
on him sexually was only serving to confirm just the opposite. Now that she
knew what was bothering him, she also knew how to get him to lighten up and
give her the "A" she deserved.
His vehemence indicated that he is totally frustrated sexually, and probably
still is a virgin. At the same time, he apparently harbors intense sexual
desires for his more attractive students. Plus, she was sure his shyness and
his lack of social skills turned off the women he had tried to pursue, and
so he probably felt resentment towards all attractive women because of his
So, she could see two possible ways to deal with him. One way would be to
come on really strong and tell him that the only reason she dressed so
revealingly this night was that she had been hoping ever since she first
saw him that he'd make a pass at her. She could go on about how much his
intelligence excited her, and what a misunderstood genius he is, and all
sorts of crap like that. Then, she could fall into his arms, "confessing"
all her hidden love and desire for him.
She knew that would work, but then there was the chance that her would fall
madly in love with her - something she could not let happen - she was happily
married after all! Fortunately, Jill knew of a better, less trying and much
more enjoyable way to get him to willingly give her the "A". All this went
through her mind in just a few seconds as Dr. Sanders continued to fume and
rave like a frustrated celibate.
Jill knew that if the plan was to work, it had to be put into action
immediately. She suddenly stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Dr.
Sanders," she said, staring him in the eyes. He looked away, and she
added firmly, "Look at me! Now!"
Her sudden forcefulness took him by surprise and he stopped in mid-sentence,
gaping at her long, sexy legs.
"That's better," Jill continued. "Much better. Now Dr. Sanders," she added
more calmly, "I think I know what's bothering you."
Another surge of anger went through him. "I would hope you know by now,
little lady!" he spat. "For the last 5 minutes I've been telling you in no
uncertain terms how..."
"Shhhhh," Jill urged like she was quieting one of her boys. "You're just
getting yourself worked up. Now Dr. Sanders, I hear what you've been saying.
You've been talking all about flirty, insincere women and all the horrible
things they do to men."
He shook his head angrily. "And I suppose you're going to try to convince me
that you would never do such a thing," he said sarcastically.
"No, not at all," Jill said calmly. "I wouldn't think of trying to convince
you of that."
"You... you wouldn't?" he replied, her answer catching him completely off
guard. No doubt he expected her to act innocent and to deny his accusations.
"Most assuredly not," Jill answered. Smiling confidently and looking him
right in the eyes. She continued, "I love to flirt and to use my -- let's say
'feminine charms' on men. I'm not ashamed of that in the least -- and in
fact, I'm quite proud of my abilities."
He was speechless. After a moment or two of gazing into his nervous, confused
eyes, Jill added, "The only thing is, Dr. Sanders, I'm not being insincere.
When I flirt, I don't fool around. I love my husband too much."
He looked even more confused. "Listen, Mrs. Taylor,... I'm not sure... I
don't know what you're driving at here, but if you think..."
Jill cut him off before he could get himself worked up again. "What I'm
driving at, Dr. Sanders..." she said, pausing for dramatic emphasis as she
slowly turned around and bent over, arching her back and sticking her
fabulous ass in the air while propping herself up by the arms of the chair
behind her. Looking over her shoulder at him, she continued, "... is that I
really think you'd like to get a look at my ass." As he gaped at her in
disbelief, Jill took one hand and began to slowly massage one ass cheek
through her tight shorts. Jill knew she had a great ass and as she squeezed
her sexy butt her pussy was beginning to get wet. Her nipples were hard,
straining against the fabric of her blouse.
"Now... now Mrs. Talyor…I... would you please... I mean..." He was totally
"Come on, Dr. Sanders," Jill cooed in a sultry voice, "we both know how much
I've been turning you on since the semester started. Don't fight it. Just let
yourself feel how aroused you're getting."
"Now listen, Mrs. Taylor... ," he said, struggling to keep the upper hand --
Jill just acted as if he hadn't said a word. she reached her hand into the
elastic waistband and began to play with her butt underneath the shorts. "I
know you've been fantasizing about me. I can tell," I said. "What part of me
do you think about when you masturbate, Dr. Sanders?"
Jill saw him look down with embarrassment for a second or two, which told her
that her educated guess about him masturbating to fantasies about her was
right on the mark.
She then knew she had chosen the correct tactic. She stood more upright and
grasped the waistband of her shorts with both hands and pulled them and her
panties down to my knees, completely exposing my perfect, heart-shaped
"Do you fantasize about my ass?" She taunted as she wiggled her nude butt at
him. "Hmmmm?" She then reached back and taking one perfect butt cheek in each
hand, pulled them apart to expose her quivering asshole. Do you know I love
to be butt-fucked!"
He just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out.
Jill pulled her shorts back up and turned around to face him. She slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra-less breasts, nipples hard. "Or do
you picture my tits when you jack off? Huh, Dr. Sanders?"
With one hand she took a nipple and began to pull it as he stared. "I have
really hot tits, don't I?" Then she nodded and added, "Uh-huh," with a lewd
Jill rebuttoned her blouse, and then lowered both hands to her crotch. She
began to massage her cunt through her shorts. "Or do you dream about my
pussy? Huh, Dr. Sanders? Do you wanna see my pussy?"
His demeanor was a combination of dejection, confusion, a little anger, and
an increasing amount of sexual arousal. "Look, Mrs. Taylor," he said almost
pleadingly, "please... would you stop that..."
Jill gloated to herself at how quickly she had turned this cold, arrogant
asshole into a pleading little boy. "No, I won't, Dr. Sanders," she said with
calm defiance as she continued to massage her crotch in front of him. "I can
listen to you quite well while I'm rubbing my pussy. Tell me how much you
like jack off and fantasize about me. Come on, Dr. Sanders," she added with
a hint of dominance in her voice as he hesitated. "Talk to me -- NOW!"
After a few seconds, he spoke in a halting, stammering voice. "Look... Mrs.
Taylor... I admit that... well, that I sometimes think of you when...
when..." His voice trailed off and he looked really pained. Then, he sighed
and took a breath and changed the subject. "And Mrs. Taylor, I admit that I
was... well, harsh with you before... but... well, it's just because I...
well, I never liked being... well, teased by girls. I could tell that... or
at least you seemed as if you were just another good-looking, teasing,
insincere woman, and... well, and now you're doing... you're doing just what
I feared the most. You're being... cruel and you're playing on my... my
weakness just like... just like all those other mean, cruel girls. Won't you
please stop? Please!"
He looked like he was almost going to cry, but if Jill wanted this to
succeed, she knew she had to maintain the pressure. she continued to massage
herself and said, slightly more kindly, "Do you think that I'm just being an
insincere prick-teaser right now?"
He nodded dejectedly. "Well, Dr. Sanders," she then continued, "we'll see how
you feel about that in a little while. Why don't you take out your penis and
start masturbating for me?"
He looked as if she had just kicked him in the gut. "Didn't you... didn't
you just hear me?" he moaned desperately. "Here I just... I just admitted to
you... something that I can hardly admit to myself..." his voice quickly
become small and sad and plaintive again, "... and all you do is act cruel
and try to hurt me more."
"Now Dr. Sanders," Jill replied, calmly taunting him. "How can you say I'm
being cruel when I'm giving you the chance to masturbate with me right here
instead of in your fantasies? I'm surprised at you! Now I want you to
pleasure yourself. Just like you do when you fantasize about me. Come on,"
she urged, "take out your cock and masturbate for me, and I'll take off my
shorts and show you my cunt. You know I'll make you get really hot, Dr.
"Well..." he said quickly as if he was going to argue with me, but then he
got quiet -- as if he suddenly realized the situation.
"Dr. Sanders, I'm waiting." Jill said with cold impatience in her voice after
he just sat there for a moment or two, struggling with himself. "I know you
like to fantasize about me when you masturbate. I know men very well, and I
can read you like a book. I know you want to see my cunt so badly -- and you
can hardly resist taking out your big penis and stroking it real good! I'm
not going to wait any more, Dr. Sanders -- strip for me RIGHT NOW!"
He hesitated, swore to himself, and then he obeyed, nervously taking off his
shoes and socks, and then standing up to pull his pants down. Another look of
uncertainty covered his face, and he began to stammer something about feeling
really unsure of himself and wondering if he really should be doing this.
Instead of saying anything to him in reply, Jill just took both her hands and
slid them into her shorts, and began to rub herself again, this time moving
even more lewdly and sexily than before. "Oh God!" she moaned like a nasty
slut. "My cunt is so fuckin' hot -- so fuckin' wet! Get nude and I'll show it
to you -- I'll stick it right in your face when you jack off -- I know you'd
He only hesitated a second or two longer, and then he seemed to overcome his
inhibitions. In less than a minute he was standing in front of her, totally
naked, his hands fidgeting nervously in front of his groin. He looked at her
like a shy young boy searching for approval from his mother. Jill had read
him correctly: underneath his cold, arrogant, condescending exterior was an
insecure little kid just dying to be told what to do.
"That's very good," Jill said after looking him up and down as if to evaluate
him in some unspecified way. "Now move your hands out from in front of
yourself. Come on -- raise them above your head so I can look at your dick
and your balls."
He tentatively did what I told him.
"Uh-huh -- that's right," she said with a hint of approval in my voice. "Now
do you want to see me nude, too?"
"Um... well, yes... I... I do," he said, stammering. "Um... you said that
you'd... you know... um, take off your shorts if..."
"I know what I said, GODDAMN IT!" Jill shouted. He visibly shrank from me
when he heard that. She spoke more calmly: "And I keep my promises -- as
long as you ask really nicely. Go ahead, Dr. Sanders -- ask."
"Uh, Mrs. Taylor-..." he stammered, very unsure of himself. "Won't you please
get... get nude for me?"
"Not for YOU I won't -- I only do that for ME," she replied. "That is, unless
you ask a lot more nicely than that!"
He shot her an angry look of resentment, but then it dissipated and he looked
down at the floor shyly. Looking back up again and shuffling his feet, he
said softly, "Won't you please, Mrs. Taylor …please take off your clothes?
Please! I beg of you."
"You catch on fast, Dr. Sanders," Jill replied. "OK. I'll let you see me nude
while you jack off like a little boy. But first you must get down on the
floor here -- on your back. Come on Dr. Sanders, do it."
He hesitated, but then he obeyed and was soon on his back, his cock sticking
up semi-erect. Jill stood over him, one foot on either side of his waist, and
looked down on him with her hands on her hips. "So tell me, Dr. Sanders," she
said with a hint of condescension in my voice. "Have you ever done anything
like this before? Hmmm?"
"Uh... no... I haven't," he replied, still unsure of himself. "Never anything
like this at all. In fact... um... well, I haven't ever even been with a
woman before at all... I... um, I never even kissed anyone or anything."
So she was right about him being a virgin, too. Speaking in an even,
matter-of-fact tone of voice, she replied, "Hmmmm -- I figured as much. How
about any men -- or boys?"
"Huh?!" he replied, "I don't understand what..."
"Have you ever had sex with any men or boys? Did you ever masturbate with a
man -- let him suck your dick -- did you ever fuck a guy in the ass -- or let
him do it to you? You look like you might like that."
"No! Never! Absolutely not!" he replied with pained righteousness. "I admit
that... well, that I haven't been... well, very confident around girls... uh,
around women, but I've never been interested in men at all. Never!"
Jill could tell that he was telling the truth. He was just a shy, insecure
straight guy for whom women had been totally inaccessible except as people to
watch and fantasize about.
"OK. I believe you," she said, making him feel by the tone of my voice that
she was letting him off the hook a little. "So you've never been with a
woman, but I bet you really have some hot fantasies about them, don't you?"
"Well..." he said, his voice trailing off.
"Yeah... sure you do, honey. We both know you do, so you might as well stop
playing games about it. So Dr. Sanders," she added before he could respond,
"Did you ever fantasize about having a wet, juicy pussy in your face while
you're jacking off?"
"Um... well, I guess so... I mean, sort of like that..." he replied in a
"Uh-huh. I know, baby, I know," she said, suddenly acting intimate, soft,
and supportive. "So here, honey. Take your prick in your hand and start
masturbating -- and watch me as I take off my clothes -- all my clothes."
His face lit up like a kid who just got his Christmas wish. He wrapped his
hand around his cock and began to stroke himself -- slowly at first, and then
more forcefully as he got more into it.
As he jacked off on the floor underneath her, Jill slowly removed her
clothes, acting like a slutty stripper. His penis, which had only been
semi-erect up until then, very quickly grew to its full, rigid proportions
in his hand as he watched me with an eager expression on his face.
Jill didn't speak at all. Soon, she had stripped all the way down to only
her panties and high heels. Then, she really began to taunt him. She began
to teasingly pull the crotch aside give him glimpses of her vagina, only to
quickly cover it up again. She pulled at her panties really tight against
her slopping crotch and squatted down within inches of his face and gyrated
her hips. This got him much more aroused, and soon he was breathing heavy
and bucking his hips up and down in rhythm to his fist sliding around his
Then, Jill eased out of her panties and started to talk really dirty to him.
"Ooooooh yeah, baby. Look at my pussy - my hot, wet cunt! See how my finger
slides deep inside -- in and out -- yeah!"
She turned around to face towards his feet and placed her legs on either
side of his shoulders. Then, she squatted down with her crotch only a short
distance above his face. She leaned forward and supported her weight by
holding onto his thighs. "That's it, baby," she hissed lewdly, "pump that
big prick -- ooooooh, so good -- yeah, feel it in your hand! Now do you want
to smell my pussy baby? Huh? You want Mama's hot, wet cunt right down on your
"Uh... yeah... uh-huh!" he croaked, the words catching in his throat as he
Jill could tell he was close to orgasm. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and
pulled it away from his cock. "My grade suddenly has become an 'A', hasn't
He groaned and seemed to be wracked with indecision.
"Here's the deal, Dr. Sanders," Jill said firmly and in a no-nonsense tone
of voice. My grade is now an 'A', and I'll rub my cunt all over your face
and let you cum that way. If you don't agree, I'll call the police and say
that you tried to rape me. I don't think this is going to be a very difficult
choice for you, Dr. Sanders, and I don't have much time. What's your
He swore loudly, but he seemed to grasp the reality of the situation quickly.
"You've got your 'A', Mrs. Taylor --," he sighed, sounding quite defeated.
"And I'll do whatever you want." In this sentence he sounded less dejected
and almost excited -- as she knew he would be.
"That's a good boy..." Jill cooed, "... for a dirty, nasty little
masturbator." She released his hand and slowly lowered my open vagina right
down over his face, covering his mouth with it and allowing his nose to push
up the crack of her ass near her rectum.
"Oh God!" he mumbled into her crotch, and began to moan with joy and pleasure
as Jill began to move her pussy all around, smearing her juices all over his
"Come on," she ordered in a low, throaty whisper. "Pump that big thing of
yours. Shoot your cum -- make it go all over yourself -- all over your
belly -- come on, aim your dirty little dick at your belly -- that's it --
yeah, baby, my cunt is so wet in your face -- lick my asshole -- feel your
hot cream rising up the length of your big, throbbing prick!"
Jill knew that would push him over the edge. With a deep moan that was almost
a scream, he began to wildly thrust his hips up and down as he milked gob
after creamy gob of his cum out of his shooting penis. It splattered all over
his hand, his belly, and his chest.
Jill kept talking lewdly to him and rubbing my pussy and asshole all over his
face as his spasms and moans gradually slowed down and then finally stopped.
She sighed happily and smiled to myself, knowing that not only was her grade
point average intact, but that she could turn him into her little girl-slut,
if she wanted. But that was probably asking for trouble. If word got out of
their relationship, well, what would she tell Tim. What would people say?
Jill quickly dressed and left the house. Driving home she realized that she
had not reached an orgasm while teasing the kinky professor. She hoped that
Tim was home. She needed his big hard cock pumping in and out of her rectum,
bringing her to orgasm after orgasm!