Professor Cuckold Part I

10:15am. Shit, he thought to himself as he ran toward the Attenborough building. The lecture had started at 10am. As he approached room A5, he replayed in his head his brilliant plan to slip into the room unnoticed. Sadly, Professor Carla Hicks was looking right at him as the door slipped open. "Good morning sir", she said smugly. "How nice of you to join us. Do you know what time it is"? If there was one time he wished he could vanish into thin air, it was this very moment. Ashamed and afraid at the same time, Femi managed to utter a gentle "I'm sorry Professor. I overslept. Late night at the library yesterday".  "What's the name?", she said as she scrolled through the list of registered students. "Adeola. Femi", he replied, still nervous from the public interrogation that was in progress.  "I don't see any Adeola on this list", she said, her gaze returning to his face. "Yeah. Sorry about that. The scholarship office had a little trouble with sending in my tuition fees over the summer. But I've sorted it out now". "Uhuh. Ok. And just why exactly are you taking Critical Theory this semester? Aren't there other more interesting courses? Do you even know what Critical Theory is about"? He attempted to respond but words failed him. She asked him to take a seat and got along with the lecture.  At the end, she asked Femi to drop by her office to sign the registration forms for the class.

"Knock, knock", he muttered as he tapped her office door a few minutes later. "Come in", said the voice from within.  He walked up to the visitor's chair and sat across from Professor Hicks as he signed the forms for her class. His gaze remained fixed on her face. "I've been checking and it seems like you're having much more than a little trouble with your tuition payment this year". "There might be some truth to that", Femi replied. "You should sort it out quickly. It'll be a shame if you're kicked out. You seem like a smart one", she said.  "Close the door on the way out".  As he walked towards the door, he kept trying to rack his head about why she had gone through the trouble of calling the financial aid office. His curiosity got the best of him and within moments he was headed right back toward the professor's desk. Throwing caution to the wind, he asked her point blank: "why did you bother to call the financial aid office to look into my case? Why the interest"? "It is my job to be interested in my students", she said trying her best to be frank. He wasn't buying it.   Her white sleeveless blouse was perfectly tucked into a tight black knee-length pencil skirt. Her silky smooth calves were visible as she crossed her legs, turning around to face him. He walked a little closer.  "There is a policy against fraternizing with students", she responded a little shocked by his boldness. "I don't want to fraternize with you", Femi responded. "I wanna fuck you". For a split second the same courage that had come over him had vanished just as quickly. Their gazes connected intently and she lunged at him from her seat planted a passionate kiss on his parted lips.


She held the back of his head as she kissed him, pinning him to the wall. She pressed her body against his as her right leg rose to rub the side of his left thigh. Within moments, still in her firm embrace, he pushed her to her desk. The used her left hand to clear the reports and assignments that had cluttered her desk top, sending papers flying across her office floor. By now, Femi was kneeling between her legs and reaching up her thighs to pull down her black cotton panties. He spread her thighs apart and feasted on the fleshy lips of her lady parts. She held his head tight, pushing it as far up her thigh as it could go as she relished the pleasures of his tongue all over he clit and labia. She rode his face as hard as she could. She was intent on making sure his tongue kept working all the way to her orgasm. A knock on the door! "I'm with a student", she yelled angrily as she continued to muffle her moans and aggressively ride Femi's tongue to her satisfaction. He was thankful that the very risky venture he had just undertaken was a success. He perished the thought of the disciplinary actions he would have faced if she hadn't been interested in him carnally. It was 11:30 and her alarm beeped to remind her of her next class. As she adjusted her clothes and he his, she slipped her panties into his breast pocket. "You seemed a little too eager", she said as walked behind him. "I would like a chance to redeem myself", he replied. "Come by to my house this evening. It's no 4 on Chelsea Avenue", she replied as she walked away to her next class.