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Oh, my God. No, not now. I felt my dick get harder as my heart raced and mouth dried. Sweat formed on my hairline, and my breathing got deeper. This can’t be happening now. It felt like a repeat from high school when I did a speech in front of the class and then ran out. The embarrassment stuck with me throughout the years and made me avoid my peers but not the hot teacher. Even then, I wanted to bang my teacher.

The faculty members looked at each other as I continued the presentation. I glanced down and saw that I had an erection. Thinking about it made me lose my train of thought, and the sweat on my hairline slid down my forehead. I licked my lips and wiped the sweat with my sleeve. For some strange reason, I always got an erection when I was nervous during public speaking.

“I, I…Um…I don’t know…Where was I?” I asked.

“Mr Wolnick, would you like to recompose yourself and do this again on Monday?”

“Yes, professor. That would be great,” I said, turning to my side and hanging my hand next to my groin.”

“Please, know that we don’t have time next week for a private session and that you’re going to have to present during the convention. It’s your last chance for the year.”

The prospect of talking to hundreds of people, students and scholars I respected wasn’t appealing, but I had to get my Ph.D.

I walked out of the venue, smacked my forehead and felt my dick shrivel up as the embarrassment of what had happened overwhelmed me. There was no way I could let that happen again, not only to avoid embarrassment, but I had to get my Ph.D. I worked my ass off for years, and nerves or anything else would not prevent me from getting it.

On my way to the car, I spotted Ms Hopkins walk out of the Engineering Building. Seeing her always made me feel better, not to mention horny. I can’t recall how many times I jerked off while thinking about her.

“Hi, Ms Hopkins,” I said with a broad smile.

She looked up, then back down and finally looked at me from the corner of her eye. “Hi, Walter.”

It would be so nice to get a smile from her. Other students were fortunate to receive it, yet she was frugal with her friendliness when it came to me.

I watched her walk inside the Dean’s building, and I found it strange since her daily routine was to walk out of her office at five and straight to her car. She did that every day for the last few years that I had class with her. I knew exactly how long it took her to get home and what she did on weekends.

I thought about waiting in my car until she emerged, but I was curious about why she was still around at quarter to six.

All the office doors were closed as I walked down the corridor. Where could she be if she’s not here? The Dean’s office is upstairs. Maybe she’s having a chat with him.

I went upstairs and walked past closed offices on my way to the end of the corridor. The Dean’s office door was ajar, but I couldn’t hear anybody talk. I figured that Ms Hopkins wasn’t inside and the Dean had spoken to her, so I popped my head inside to ask him.

My eyes widened, and my lips parted as I saw the Dean with his eyes closed and head craned back while sitting on his chair and Ms Hopkins kneeling in front of him with her back to me, giving him a blowjob. The Dean is married. If this got out, it would be a huge scandal. I pulled out my phone and recorded for a few seconds, then scuttled out.

Ms Hopkins emerged at the parking lot fifteen minutes later. I stepped out of the car and asked, “How was your day, Ms Hopkins?”

“Walter, again I see you.”

“I guess it’s just a coincidence.”

“Every single day for the last few weeks?”

I shrugged and smiled. “Where were you?” I asked.

She frowned and blinked twice. “Sorry?”

“I was curious about where you came from.”

“My office.”

“Right.” She took a step. “Ms Hopkins.”


“I was wondering if you’d like to get a cup of coffee sometime.”

“No, thank you.”

She walked away, and I turned around and watched her go to her car.

On the way home, I thought about her rejection. I also thought about it during dinner, as I lay in bed and during the shower the following morning. I knew that my time was limited because graduation neared, so I had to hurry.

The following day at five, I was in the parking lot. Ms Hopkins emerged at half-past five. I stepped out of the car and said, “Hi, Ms Hopkins.”

She looked at me for a few seconds and said. “Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. I have to get going.”

“Ms Hopkins, can I talk to you for a minute?”

She sighed. “I guess.” She frowned. “You’re here again at the same time as me. That’s too many coincidences. You’re not following me by any chance?”

“Ms Hopkins, I think you’re beautiful. It would be so nice if we could have a chat and get to know each other.”

“Walter, I’m not interested. Please, leave me alone.”

She took two steps. “Wait,” I said.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. “What is it? I have to go.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ve been thinking about us all these years, and I really need you.”

She sighed and shook her head. “Walter, I said no.”

I took my phone out. “I think this will make you change your mind.”

“I’m not interested. Please, just leave me alone.” She took two steps towards her car.

“I recorded it yesterday. It’s you at the Dean’s office.”

She stopped, slowly turned around, looked at me for a few seconds, stepped towards me and leaned in. Her hand covered her mouth as she watched the video. “How did you get this footage?” I kept quiet. Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows raised. “You followed me. What is the matter with you?” she added.

“I’m crazy about you.”

“Crazy is more like it.”

I closed my eyes, tightened my lips and twisted my neck. “I’m not crazy. Don’t call me that.”

“Fine. I’ll have coffee with you, and that’s it.”

“I gave you a chance to do that, but you didn’t want to. Now, we have to skip that step.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

Her forehead wrinkled as she leaned in. “What? You gotta be joking. No, no, no, no,” she said as she shook her head and walked away.

“I’ll share the video.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“It’ll ruin your career, not to mention the Dean’s. You can forget about finding another job at a university.”

“You really are sick.”

“I want to be with you. That’s all. One night, and all of this goes away.”

She gaped at the ground and shook her head. “How will I know that you’ll delete the video?”

“You’ve got my word. It’s only on my phone. Nobody else has seen it, and I haven’t stored it anywhere else. You sleep with me, and I’ll delete it in front of you. If you don’t sleep with me, I’ll share the video. It’s not like you’ve got much choice.”

She folded her arms and glared at me as she shook her head. “Can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

I pursed my lips and shrugged. “It’s only one night.”

“I’ll give you a blowjob. That’s it. Take it or leave it.”

“You have to let me see you naked.”

“Fine. I’ll be naked while blowing you.”

“Deal. Let’s go to your place.”

“You can follow me, but if you get lost, it’s at -.”

“I know where it is,” I interjected.

“How?” I kept looking at her. “Oh, my God. You followed me. Didn’t you?”

“I’ll see you there.”

On the way to her place, my lips curled as I thought about having her lips on my dick. Feeling her tongue on my tip was going to be heavenly. I couldn’t wait. All my dreams were coming true, and I would graduate on Monday after being sucked off by the most beautiful woman in the world.

Ms Hopkins let me into her flat and told me to give her a few minutes to get ready. I looked around her place and kept looking at her bedroom door to see if she was ready.

She emerged in black lingerie. Her busty boobs bulged out of the bra, and she wore lacey gloves. I smiled as she opened the door wider and let me in.

“Stand there,” she said, pointing to centre of the room. I didn’t like being told what to do, but it was fine if it involved blowjobs. “Take your clothes off.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my pants. I thought I was going to feel nervous because it was my first sexual encounter, but the excitement thwarted the nerves. As I pulled down my jocks, Ms Hopkins spat out a laugh, then put her hand over her mouth and looked down.

I tensed up and tucked my head in between my shoulders because I knew she was laughing at my small dick.

She stood a few metres away from me as she unclipped her bra, dropped it onto the floor and then pulled down her panties. Her C-cup tits were perfectly round, and she had nipple rings.

I looked down at her pussy and saw her lips. “Let me see more,” I said.

She sat on the floor and spread her legs. I smiled and got slightly hard as I looked at her pink pussy. It was perfectly shaped, clean and dry.

“Suck me,” I said.

She crawled towards me, kneeled in front of me and looked at my dick. Ms Hopkins grabbed it with three fingers and jerked me off. I closed my eyes and focused on the strokes. It felt so good, but I couldn’t wait to feel her lips on my dick.

I grabbed her head and pulled it towards me. The tip of her tongue fiddled with the tip of my dick. Then, she stuck her tongue out all the way under my dick, which was half the length of her tongue. I smiled as I enjoyed the moisture from her tongue on my dick.

She pouted her lips like a fish, engulfed my dick, and her nose pressed against my abdomen as she thrust forward. I grabbed her hair and smiled as she moistened my dick more with her lips and tongue.

Ms Hopkins pulled back, lifted my dick with her three fingers and licked my balls. The tingly sensation made me wriggle. She engulfed my dick with her mouth and held onto my waist as she bobbed forward.

I bent over slightly and grabbed her tit as she continued the blowing. Her tits were firm and fit perfectly into my hand. I pinched her nipples, cupped her tits and then straightened my back as I grabbed her hair again. She blew quicker, making me climax. I groaned as the few drops of cum went into her mouth, then tapped my dick on her lips and wiped the drops on them.

“Thanks. That was great.” I said.

She stood up. “Delete the video.” I grabbed my phone and deleted it. “It’s not anywhere else, is it?”

“I promise. That video is gone forever.”

On Monday morning, on my way into the hall to do the presentation, I had a smile on my face as my chest stuck out. Getting a blowjob from Ms Hopkins fuelled me with confidence that everything would go well.

The faculty members were smiling ten minutes into the presentation, and I saw that every person in the audience listened without blinking. This is in the bag. I’ve so got my PhD.

Suddenly, scattered laughter pervaded throughout the room. Some of the people in the audience raised their eyes to the projection screen above me and laughed. A few women covered their mouths with their hands as they gaped.

“What?” I asked.

One guy pointed at the projection screen. As I turned around, my heart leapt into my throat. No, no. This can’t be happening. The loop played a shot of me standing naked in Ms Hopkins’s room.

I felt my face flush as the vibration in my temples intensified. More laughter pervaded throughout the room. I couldn’t turn around and face the crowd, so I dashed off the stage.

After I scuttled down the stage stairs and neared the exit, I saw Ms Hopkins holding a remote and sneering.


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