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good-bye.”
    “Yes, Professor,” she smiled before walking toward him on shaky legs and offering him her lips in a chaste kiss.
    “That will do for now, I know I’ve just fucked you very thoroughly,” he chuckled, effectively dismissing her. Her answering laugh and grin pulled at something deep inside him, but he shoved it away in favor of daydreaming about the naughty game they’d be playing in the morning. He couldn’t wait.

Chapter 4
     
    Sabrina woke early the next morning, nervous and excited about the promise of the day, the implications of her forthcoming actions. Brushing out her hair, she decided to put it in a braid down her back so it wouldn’t get in the way of her task. She’d selected a basic teal wrap dress sans undergarments, it met all of her dress requirements and was much less obvious than a robe.
    Taking a deep breath, she left Gina snoring lightly into her pillow and headed toward the lecture hall to get into position. Sabrina’s steps echoed as she made her way to the front of the dimly lit, cavernous hall. The lectern looked too shallow from the front for her to ever pull this off without being caught. Shoving her fears aside, she rounded the solid wood stand the Professor would be standing in front of in less an hour.
    Parting the thick black curtain, she not only found there would be more than enough room for her, she also found a note addressed to her on eggshell cardstock. It wasn’t signed, nor did the stationary have any distinguishing embellishments, but she knew who it was from.
     
    Miss Carson,
    I trust you slept well last night, as opposed to the frustrating night you experienced previously. I am looking forward to spending time inside your mouth this morning.
    I want you naked and on your knees by the time I call the class to order. I will be lecturing today on sexual motivation and arousal, which I find incredibly amusing. When I am ready for your mouth, I will expose myself to you and you will not hesitate. I want you to take me in slowly, draw it out. If I find your skills to be adequate, I will tap your head. If you receive my signal, you have 90 seconds to accept the gift of my orgasm in your mouth. You will not waste a single drop and if you fail to complete your task in the allotted time, you will face a punishment this evening. Be mindful of your surroundings, if you are not completely silent, the sound will resonate through the room and you will be discovered.
     
    After class, you will wait fifteen minutes for the students to leave before dressing and going about your day. I will meet you in the alley behind my office at 7:30pm, sharp for dinner. Do not disappoint me, my exceptional pupil. I have big plans for us.
     
    Suppressing a smile at his words, she slipped out of her dress and knelt behind the curtain, sitting back on her heels, her palms spread on the tops of her thighs, waiting for her Professor to deliver his lecture.
    **
    Professor Areleon stood in front of the class reciting his lecture on everything that constitutes sexual motivation by rote memory. As he began to talk about internal and external factors of motivation, he, discreetly, unzipped his khaki pants. Starting a discussion on the difference between intrinsic and extrinsic incentives, he freed his straining cock to the chilled air of the room, and pushed it through the part in the curtain. Less than a second later, warm moisture around the head of his cock sent sensation flowing through his body and he had to force himself to keep his eyes open in the wake of the feeling of her lips sliding slowly over his erection.
    Fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth, he tried to concentrate on the perspectives his students were sharing on arousal. Shifting the conversation to theories on sexual behavior sequence, the discussion became more in depth. When the Professor talked about the rewards and punishments involved in sexual behavior, he felt the light graze of her teeth on his balls before she licked