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She is chewing her earpiece again, as she gives me a penetrating stare. I wonder if all women practice that look, or if it just comes naturally to them.

"We're going to try a little experiment," she said to me, and I have a bad feeling about where this might be going.

"Stand up."she said.

I do as I'm told, and look down at her as she walks up to me, nearly touching me. I hold my ground as she looks up, and I can smell her sweet perfume from this close.

"Good. Now kiss me." She commanded.

I take a step back, shocked at her boldness.

"I didn't say step away from me. See, this is what I'm talking about. You need to be more confident"—I can hear a note of laughter in her voice, and it strikes hard after years of being bullied.

Confident?

She wants me to be confident?

Fine, I can do that, I thought.

It's just a kiss, nothing more. But I know it IS more than a kiss, and I know where this will go, if I don't stop it right now. I should walk away, and not look back. I should run for the door, and lock myself in my room.

Instead I step forward, closing the distance between me and my beautiful professor, and I vow in my mind, I'll show her confidence. I put my right arm around her waist, pulling her body against mine, snake my left hand through her hair to the back of her head, and pull her face up to meet mine. Our lips meet, and too late, I feel her 'horny' switch crank fully on.

Professor Jane moans as her arms pull me tighter to her, and her tongue darts into my mouth, and back out. I chase hers with mine, only to come up against her teeth. It's a game of cat and mouse, her lips parting freely to mine, but her tongue only darting out from time to time, before retreating back into her mouth.

She wants confidence, I remember, and drop my right hand along her back to her a*s, giving it a little squeeze, and press my tongue forcefully against her teeth. They part for me this time, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth. Hungrily she nibbles on my tongue without hurting it, and I can feel my hard c*ck pressing against the front of her skirt. This woman really knows how to tease and kiss!

Part of me cries out that this is wrong and that I have manipulated her into doing this. Oddly it's Tina's voice that argues, saying she has free will, and she doesn't have to do anything if she doesn't want to. This isn't like Vage, a matter of life and death. For good or bad, Tina's voice wins out.

I feel the zipper in the back of her skirt, pull it down, and a second later, it lies crumpled up on the floor. She pulls away from the kiss then, but keeps me in her arms, and doesn't try to get out of mine.

"What do you think you are doing, Nick? I'm your professor." A frown creased her face.

Almost. . . I almost back away, but I saw the gleam in her brown eyes, and remember what she'd said about confidence.

"I'm taking what I want, and forgetting about the consequences," I tell her*, with confidence in my voice,** throwing her words from earlier back at her.*

She smiles up at me.

"And what is it you want?" She asked softly.

I slip my hands into the back of her panties, grab her by the rear, and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my torso, and we are now eye-to-eye.

"I want you." My voice sounds odd to me, full of a mix of confidence, desire, and longing. Even when I'd talked to snobby Miss Serena Williams earlier, I hadn't sounded this confident.

She moans as she pulls me back into our kiss, this time her mouth is completely free and open to me, and our tongues wrestle, while my hands groping her tight and fleshy a*s.

I walk us over to her desk, and let her small weight down onto the corner. I bring my hands between us, and start working at the buttons to her blouse, while her fingers undo my pants. Her buttons are small, and I was having a hard time with them as we continue to kiss.

Confidence!!!.

Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I tear the two sides apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. She moans again, and just about to tears my pants off in her haste to get them down. My boxers follow my pants, and we have to break the kiss to get my shirt off.

She looks down at my rod, and I hear her gasp. Maybe it is the mood of the whole scenario, or the fact that I'm really into this role of being confident and in control, but the words are out of my mouth before I want to think better of them.

"Suck it." I commanded.

Her hands grip my dick, as she looks up at me, questioningly, and almost fearfully.

"I said, suck it," I repeat myself.

Her fear turns to a smile as she scoots off the desk, and drops to her knees in front of me.

"It's so big," I hear her murmur, just before her lips touch the tip of my schlong. I realize that Prof Jane likes to be dominated.

Placing my hands on the back of her head, I groan deeply as her lips stretch around the bulbous head of my member, and then slide partway down my shaft. My groan triggers a small orgasm in the mature teacher, and I enjoy the sensations her moaning is causing along my rod.

I have seen a few porno's where someone is being dominant, and while I don't think I can do the whole whips and chains thing, I think I might be able to do the rest.

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