Bad Student Traps Professor Goode

Professor Eliot Goode's door shook with an excited knock. He wasn't expecting anyone and the private man scrunched up his face at the noise. Adjusting his black rimmed square frames, he stepped over to the door of his small cottage style home.

He found a slender brunette bouncing on her toes with a grin and excitement sparkling in her green eyes. Her arms were pinned behind her back making the supple handfuls of her breasts more pronounced against the thin creme wrap shirt she was wearing. Her polka-dotted mini skirt bounced as she undulated on her toes, making the hem threaten to expose the gusset of her panties.

"Shelly?" He recognized the pretty face glowing under his porchlight. He peered out into the darkness, checking for his neighbors and then gestured for her to enter.

"Please come in."

Her athletic legs stepped gracefully in her black slip on loafers.

"I thought we were meeting tomorrow." He said as he closed the door and turned to face the girl still beaming with her hands secreted away behind her back.

"We are!...errr...ummm...we will...it's just...uhhh...I have news!" The girl was bubbling with so much excitement she seemed to be having trouble forming sentences.

"Yes, well couldn't it've waited, it's kind of late."

The girl looked down in genuine apology.

"I know and I'm sorry about that," again excitement shimmered into her pear-colored irises, "I just got so excited when I found out! I had to come and tell you!"

It was hard not to be taken with the young woman's enthusiasm and Eliot smirked as he nodded in his olive green slacks and cantaloupe heather shirt.

"I got it!" she cheered and this time she jumped high enough that Eliot could see the white lacy satin panties she was wearing.

Professor Goode's hazel eyes went wide behind his glasses as he realized what she meant. He put a palm to his forehead, pinning his wavy black locks back.

"The UN internship?" Shelly nodded, still jumping and flashing her college professor with every jump. "That's great!"

Eliot felt a surge of pride and he wrapped his twenty-one year old student in a fatherly hug.

"I'm so happy for you!"

She wrapped her arms around the tall man and felt the muscles of his chest against her cheek. His flat stomach nestled into her breasts and the girl was blushing.

Eliot felt the nubile flesh against his body and quickly stopped the hug. As he stepped back to a more appropriate distance he noticed the student carried her purse in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"This is all thanks to you, Professor Goode."

"Nonsense! You're a terrific student and you worked hard for this. Congratulations!"

Shelly's smile tinted with a tinge of mischief as she wiggled the bottle in her hand.

"I was hoping that you might celebrate a little with me."

The thirty-seven year old professor tensed slightly though the smirk on his face did not change.

"Oh come on, professor! One glass? It's your favorite." the girl held the bottle a little closer to her professor, so he could see the label in the dimly lit living room.

"Okay. One glass." he relented. Shelly bounced and flashed again. Quickly she cut across the room to the kitchen island.

"Top cabinet to the left of the sink." Eliot directed her to the wine glasses and pretended not to notice the enticing curve of the back of her skirt as she extended onto her toes and the highest part of the back of her succulent thighs came into view.

Eliot swallowed hard and looked away. He stepped around the mahogany coffee table, trying his best to calm the sexual sparks in his brain threatening to ignite a fire in his body.

He sat on his dark brown leather couch and ignored the clinking and wet sloshing sounds of the young coed in his kitchen pouring two glasses of wine.

He noted the tripod he had for his tablet laying on the coffee table. Usually, he would set it up there and record their sessions for posterity's sake. A young, impressionable, twenty-something year old student alone with her middle-aged, single professor in his home, he knew the story too well of how these things could get out of hand and he took the precaution to make sure there was always evidence that there wasn't anything improper going on.

He hadn't invited any other student to his home, but Shelly was a special case. She had shown him the application to an internship with the United Nations and explained to him how his journalism experience with violations of human rights and territorial sovereignty in Africa meant he could tutor her for the essay she needed to write.

Professor Goode had never seen a student with a more prestigious opportunity, how could he say no to helping her? When Shelly begged the man for his help and with an almost teary eye proclaiming that this was her only dream, how could Eliot say no? When the girl asked him to allow her to let the sessions be at his home because of the proximity to school and the almost criminal amount of work study she was already involved in, how could he turn away such an industrious student?

The girl sat down next to him, smiling brighter than the two lamps on end tables either side of the couch, and handed him his glass.

"To you, Professor Goode, my inspiration."

Eliot blushed as he reluctantly tapped glasses with her and took a sip of the wonderfully tasty red liquid.

The two sat smiling at each other for a moment as they slowly swallowed mouthfuls of the wine.

"So Uganda, huh? That's going to be quite the experience."

Shelly nodded and swallowed again. She had already downed half the liquid as if she needed it.

"Yes! Do you think I'll like it?" Eliot nodded as he also continued to drink. "Tell me about it again."

Eliot was pretty sure that over the weeks he had told her everything there was, but perhaps the girl was only fishing for courage. She was about to go to a completely foreign place.

"It's absolutely beautiful. Don't get caught up in what people tell you. The mountains, the plains, the wildlife...it's like walking through a movie. Everything is so vibrant and wild. You'll love it!"

Eliot encouraged and the girl bubbled. Her eyes stared into his with adoration, as her teacher went on about the things that he saw during his time in Africa. Shelly noted every inch of the beautiful face with the five o'clock shadow.

His jawline was strong and she loved the dimple on his chin. His light eyes made little fluttering sensations in her stomach and his soft pink lips made her mouth water. She took another long drink of her wine and felt her chest warm.

Eliot was feeling the effects of the wine too. His mood was decidedly more giddy. His face, chest and thighs were warming rapidly. There was a gentle humming sensation moving through his limbs that felt quite pleasing.

"You've led such an interesting life. And you're so smart. Most of the girls in class can't believe that a man as handsome as you is so smart too."

Eliot almost choked on the wine. He managed to get it down and then smiled politely.

"Well...I-I...I'm...I wouldn't say that." he stammered.

"It's true!" Shelly continued.

"You know what they call you?" her grin curved with naughty intention and Eliot had to admit some curiosity.

"Professor mmmm Mmh! Goode." she giggled with impish delight and Eliot for some reason found the name funny as well. His body shook with laughter that surprised even him.

He felt his limbs becoming heavier and suddenly the glass in his hand felt like it weighed five pounds.

He took another sip before putting it on the coffee table.

When he laid back again, his head swam and his arms and legs almost felt magnetized to the plush leather couch.

Shelly had kicked off her shoes and was sitting more comfortably. She had closed the distance to her professor so much so that his nose filled with the flowery perfume the girl wore.

Just the sensation of smelling her seemed to make his heart pump more fiercely. His body no longer seemed to be obeying his attempts to stifle his rising libido.

"You know what else they say?" the young nubile student was whispering.

Eliot felt her pert breast bump up against his shoulder as her husky words seem to massage his ear and her breath warmly cascaded over his neck.

"They say you would never take advantage of a student. A true gentleman." Eliot began to panic as his heartbeat was steady and loud, but he realized that he couldn't pick himself off the couch.

His tongue seemed to be sluggish and he was having trouble speaking. "I'm sorry, Shelly...I don't seem to be feeling well...can I..." he could only flounder around lightly on the sofa. Genuine concern was in Shelly's eyes.

"Oh, no! Let me help you, professor!" she said and with a slow, but agile move she straddled her professor.

Eliot could feel the girl's thinly concealed vag heating his crotch and his manhood started to fill with blood and desire.

"Wait...Shelly...no..." he struggled to say.

"It's ok, professor, just let me help." The girl innocently ground her hips forward and propped herself up to look into her tutor's pretty eyes.

Eliot struggled not to moan. Shelly took off his glasses and put them where she was sitting originally.

"Now, how are you feeling?" She sounded remarkably like a doctor.

"Nnngh...Heavy...it's hard to move."

"But you feel good though, right?" the girl's smile returned and Eliot was confused.

"Yes." he admitted. "Just like I've had one too many. But I barely had one."

"I know." Shelly said matter-of-factly.

"You know what I noticed about you from day one."

Shelly went on ignoring her professor's plight, but holding his head and examining his eyes like a medical professional. "Not just how handsome you are, or cultured, or kind. You care about your students." she complimented and Eliot couldn't help, but feel flattered as his student's hips seemed to still be grinding against him.

"You would do anything for us."

"Well...I-I...just want...ngh...mmm...the best...mmm...for you."

Shelly laughed and her hips rotated with slow strength.

"I know!" she sang.

"That's how I knew you would let me come to your house like this."

Eliot's cock was lengthening and hardening under the weight of Shelly's body and the young woman seemed not to notice as she continued to grind on it.

"You were so eager to help me with my internship that you broke your rule to not have female students alone at your house."

Eliot lost the battle within himself as Shelly's ceaseless rocking had him fully erect and now his aching member was throbbing and straining at his pant leg. It resonated with pleasure with every forward slide of Shelly's strong young hips.

Eliot's breathing was ragged and a hint of a moan snuck in.

"I need to confess something." her grin was wicked as her green eyes darkened with something sinister. "I've had the biggest crush on you for so long."

"Shelly...umm...wait." She ignored her teacher.

"I used to fantasize about you taking me out to like a movie or something." her voice emphasized the words like they were far-fetched as she continued to straddle and hump him.

"But everybody said Professor Goode doesn't date students." she giggled again.

"I...don't." Eliot managed.

"I know!" Shelly laughed again. "That's why I drugged you."

Eliot's droopy eyes flared momentarily and then drooped again as Shelly began grinding her pussy against his hard cock more earnestly.

"Wha?...Mmmngh." Shelly's breathing was getting more labored as she worked herself over the coarse fabric of Eliot's pants.

"I drugged you." she said with no remorse. "When I applied for that UN thing? I didn't think I had a chance of getting considered, let alone being selected, but I knew you would help me if I begged. And believe me, I wanted to beg. Well...not for your help at least."

The girl's laugh had a more lascivious ring.

"And now, with the year almost over and graduation coming up, I just don't wanna wait anymore." She looked down and giggled. "And it feels like you can't wait either."

"Shelly...wait...don't-"

"Shhhhh." she rubbed her cheek against his as she leaned in.

She stopped grinding on him for a second, but Eliot could feel his dick pulsing with a hardness he didn't think was possible.

"I've waited so long to feel you inside me, Professor." she whispered. "We're just gonna have a little fun, just you and me, and nobody has to know."

She gave his cheek a warm, soft kiss before standing up. She moved the coffee table back a little.

The slender girl quickly undid his pants and slid his underwear and slacks down until they were around his ankles, struggling only momentarily to get them down his thighs.

Eliot could only watch her perky ass shake as she trodded on bare feet back to the kitchen island to retrieve her tablet from her black leather tote.

She set it up on the tripod on the edge of the coffee table where it could be angled to capture them both.

"This'll just be a little memento."

She hit the record button and strolled back up to her helpless teacher, just inches in front of his knees.

Her fingers unzipped her skirt as she continued to stare at her teacher's hard cock with open desire on her face.

She untied the string on her wrap shirt and hooked her index fingers into the edges and pulled them back just enough so that her bare breasts were on full display.

She slid her wet panties down and stepped out of them. Eliot could see the glistening lips in full bloom as Shelly mounted him once again.

"Ooo...You're so much bigger than I thought you'd be!" she squealed with delight and nervousness. "That just means we'll have to go slow."

The beautiful young coed grabbed her professor's thick, girthy rod in one hand and lowered herself onto it's angry tip.

"Ungh!" she let out as the helmet burrowed in and started to penetrate.

Her lips stretched tight. Pain and pleasure twisted her face as she waited for her tight box to grow accustomed to his massive dick.

"MMmMmmnngh!" she lowered herself more and she could hear Eliot moaning with her.

"Mmmm!...wait...please...uhhhh...don't..." his protests went unheeded.

"Uuhhh Yes! Professor! You're so deep inside me!" she slid down a little over half way down his veiny shaft.

Eliot was trying to resist, but every movement of the young woman on top of him was amplified. His dick like a satellite sending waves that resonated through his entire body.

He felt as though he was standing in a wind tunnel that was blasting him with warm tingling sensations instead of wind.

"Ohhhh!" he moaned, unable to think.

"Oh my god! Nnngghh!" Shelly reared back her head and roared.

Slowly, she used her pussy to pump her prostate professor's cock.

The nimble girl moved up and down feeling her pussy stretch and strain to accommodate the massive intruder.

Her tits shook with the movements and the shudders they coaxed from her body. Her mouth open, equal time spent sucking in ragged breaths as howling out lewd lust-filled statements.

"I've been waiting to fuck you for so long!" she confessed as she rotated her hips, feeling her pussy finally able to stroke the length of his cock without pain. "And now I'm not gonna stop until you cum inside me!"

She looked down into his face. Eliot was wearing a handsome expression of confusion, need, and overwhelming pleasure, all at once.

Shelly's pussy clenched to see it under her. She grabbed a fist full of his beautiful hair and leaned her hard nipple to his mouth.

"Suck it!" she hissed with desperate urgency.

Eliot's mouth locked on it. The morally reprehensible act was like sweet honey on his tongue as the girl continued to move him in and out of her.

Her professor's hot mouth on her aching pink nipple made Shelly moan again. He could only suck it for a moment as her riding dislodged it from his mouth with a wet pop.

Shelly grabbed Eliot's hands and placed them on her bare ass. Eliot held onto the flexing ass cheeks for dear-life.

Without wanting them to, his hips began moving, thrusting himself upward into Shelly's quivering slit.

"Oooo! I can feel you! You want this too, don't you!"

The feeling of his dick delving into her and his face responding to her ministrations was enough to push her over the edge, but she resisted and folded forward hiding his face from her sight as she nestled against his cheek again.

"You know what I used to do every night after our sessions?" she whispered. She edged her lips closer to his ear as she continued to roll her hips back and forward. His stiff dick slid deep with the clenching of her ass and the pushing of herself forward.

Eliot felt the press of warm globules of ripe tit-flesh against his chest. She leaned back again and smiled down at him.

"On our first one, I managed to steal one of your shirts." A fresh spurt of hot juice went down Eliot's cock at the confession.

"So after every session," Shelly's hips were moving much quicker now. Her rhythm was strong as she rowed her hips back and forth heating the top of Eliot's thighs with the friction, "I would go into my room." she teased as she humped harder.

"Take off all my clothes and put on your shirt." Eliot couldn't help but imagine it as she proclaimed it loudly. "Grab my vibrator."

The couch was pitching under the non-consensual couple as Shelly continued to buck on top of Eliot with her climax steadily rising in her center.

"And fuck my pussy with it while I screamed your name!"

Eliot could feel his dick twitching and convulsing with something building in his balls and slowly climbing up his shaft. His eyes went wild with the knowledge that he was close to climaxing into his student's wet, open pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Eliot!" Shelly purred loudly and Eliot felt the plateau inch nearer.

"Ohhhhh! Eliot! Yess!" The coed yelled the words he knew she had said time and time before, but now it wasn't to an empty room. It was to the man himself who was now balls deep inside her as she crested toward a gigantic orgasm.

"Oh! Eliot! Yes! Cum inside me!" she screamed and Eliot was surprised at the strength of the movement left in his hips as he pitched his thick dick upward into Shelly and it spewed his hot load deep in her unprotected pussy.

"Yess! Yesss! Fill me with cum!" Shelly's eyes rolled back as she felt her professor's hot sauce coating her insides and she added to it with her own. They stilled as they both panted down from their earth-shattering orgasms.

Eliot was seeing stars. He didn't even notice when the young body lifted itself off of him.

When his vision cleared, he saw that his erection was still diamond hard.

"I want to taste you." Shelly proclaimed as she sank to her knees in front of her dizzy professor and began greedily lapping the cum off his dick.

"Mmmm." she moaned as she began suckling around the giant phallus and cleaning it, making sure to get every drop.

Eliot was again shocked as his dick seemed harder somehow. The young brunette began to futilely attempt to put the cock in her mouth and felt it immediately butt up against the back of her throat with well over half left.

Eliot's eyes widened once more as he watched the beautiful nymphet try to swallow as much as she could. She gagged and spit and the sensation sent electricity moving through the middle-aged man's spine.

She pulled him out of her mouth and gasped with trails of spit linking from her lips to Eliot's rigid shaft. She smiled up at him innocently before patting the hard dick against the side of her face.

"Mmmm...still hard. The drugs are still working. Good."

She climbed back on top of Eliot and re-inserted into her slick hungry pussy with the wet sloshing sound of their ejaculates still lubricating the hole.

"Let's see how many times I can make you cum in my pussy before they wear off." She grinned before her eyes closed and mouth gaped open with another loud moan as she bounced on his dick with renewed vigor.