The Student Who Really Delivered
 

I, forty year old Trenton Harvard, have been a college math professor for almost ten years now. Never in those ten years have I ever had a female student get to me like Zoe Matthews does. It's not that she is a bad student or anything like that, it's just that she is so beautiful that I can't help but want to have my way with her. Before class one day, I over heard her talking with some of her friends about their ages. I remembered her saying that she was twenty. Zoe stands about five foot seven, long brown hair that she keeps braided, heavenly blue eyes, ample breasts that are always restrained in tight shirts, and shapely long legs that are always shown off in mini-skirts. Several times I have found myself jacking off to the mental picture I have of her every time I'm in the shower. There's even been nights that I've had to take care of business because I couldn't get her out of my mind.

Mid-terms had arrived and I sat in my office one Friday night grading papers. The rumbling in my stomach made me look at my watch; it was going on eight. I hadn't ate since noon. I remembered over hearing Zoe saying that she worked at a Chinese resurant on the other side of town and that they delivered. I quickly looked up the number and dialed it. To my surprise, Zoe answered. After taking my order she said, "My shift will be ending in a few minutes. Since I know where your office is, how about I personally deliever it to you?" I told her that it sounded great. My office was in a hidden part of the larger building and could be hard to find. I was usually the last one to leave at night and I knew that the front doors would be locked. I called down to the security desk and told them that Zoe Matthews would be delivering me some food and to let her in. Thirty minutes later she arrived with my food. I paid her and then notice that there was too much food and brought it to her attention.

"Yeah," she said innocently, "I thought if you didn't mind, I would eat with you. I hate eating alone. I paid for the food before leaving that way when I delievered your's, all you had to do was pay me and then we were even."

"That's fine," I said, handing her the money. "I hate to eat alone too."

I watched her ass wiggle as she walked over and sat down on the couch across the room. She still had on her uniform top, unbottoned mid-way down and was still wearing that sexy mini-skirt she had on in class. As we ate and talked, I couldn't help but notice those shapely legs of hers. How could I not; she kept crossing and uncrossing them. The way they disappeared into the skirt drove me crazy.

Zoe started flirting with me and I noticed that her legs were slowly spreading so that I could fully see up her skirt; she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her soft pussy lips and the small patch of brown hair above them. I felt myself getting hard and was thankful that she couldn't see because of the front panel on my desk.

Like I said before, I'm forty. I've never been married but, I've been with several woman in my time. None of them have complained about my thick seven inches, in fact a few of them have come back for more. I'm about six foot tall with blue eyes, graying black hair, and glasses.

"MMM," she moaned. "I forgot how good their food is. After I started working there I quit eating it as much. You know, not that the food is bad or anything like that. I just don't want to eat any after serving it for eight hours."

I loved the way she moaned and the sound of her sweet voice when she talked. I wished I could hear her moan and call out my "Professor" because my thick, hard seven inch dick was deep in her. Little did I know that shortly that was exacrly what I was gonna be doing.

"You know, Professor Harvard," she continued, "you're a good looking man."

I let out a small chuckle as she talked.

"I mean it. You're what... forty at the most. You're in good shape. I'm surprised that you're not married." Laughing she finished by saying, "Well how can you be? You spend all of your time here at school."

Zoe sat her empty "to go" box down and walked over to me, pushing my chair away from my desk. "Oh shit," I thought, "she's gonna see my hard on." Pulling her skirt up and revealing her naked, shaved pussy, she straddled me. Zoe rubbed her hot, wet pussy through my slacks onto my hard cock.

"How long has it been since you've been with a woman, Professor Harvard," she asked as she contunued to rub on me.

"Too long," I said weakly.

Zoe slowly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and dropped it to the floor. She then unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and slowly revealed her left tit to me, then did the same with the right tit before dropping the bra on top of her shirt. Leaning forward, she placed them in my face and said, "Suck them Professor. It's been too long since you've had a woman. Use me. Pleasure yourself with my body."

That was all I needed to hear. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in close to me, taking her right tit into my mouth. I gently sucked on it, enjoying the taste of her sweet young flesh. Her nipple harden quickly after my mouth engulfed it. My tounge slowly circle the hard numb. Zoe moaned as I gently nibbled and then pulled at it.

"Oh, Professor. Don't stop."

Zoe held my head close to her breasts as she ran her fingers through my hair. I turned my attention to her right tit and gently sucked and nibbled at it. My tounge flicked it, causeing her to squirm and giggle with pleasure. "MMM, Zoe," I moaned as I buried my face between her perfect tits. My hands rubbed her ass, pulling her skirt up higher than before. Still holding her ass with my left hand, I moved my right hand to her clit and slowly rubbed it. It didn't take long before she was grasping for air. I could feel her juices as they flowed from her.

Whispering into her ear, I said, "Bend over my desk."

As we both stood up, Zoe grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled. It only took a second to remove it. After she did, I undone my pants. I watched as she bent over my desk, exposing her wanting pussy to me. Shoving my pants down just enough, I positioned myself behind her. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have her. I pushed the sides of my shirt back and placed my hands on her hips. I gave a hard push and entered Zoe's hot, wet, tight pussy.

"Oh, Professor," she moaned. I moved in and out of her, not too fast but, not too slow either. "Oh yeah, Profressor," she half yelled. Oh shit did she feel good. Releasing her hips, I leaned forward and grabbed her perfect C cup tits. I roughly rocked myself in and out of her as I roughly rubbed her tits. Her screams of pleasure echoed through my office. I was glad that the only other people on campus were the night security guards and they were in the control room at the other end of the building.

"Oh shit, Zoe," I panted into her ear. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. Damn does it feel good."

"And your dick feels wonder, Professor," Zoe panted. She then begged, "Fuck me, Professor. Fuck me hard and rough"

"MMM," I thought to myself, "so she likes it rough does she." I did just as she asked. I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips again. I rammed myself hard into her. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed roughly back in.

"Oh, yeah, Professor," she screamed. I watched as her hands balled up into a fists as she did. Grabbing her long braid, I rammed harder and faster into her as she screamed "yes" over and over again. She begain to buck back onto me. I could see her tits as they swung around each time I rammed into her. Being inside of her was proving to be more than I could handle.

"Damn it, Zoe," I panted, "I'm gonna cum."

"I want to taste you, Professor."

Pulling out and backing up, I grabbed my throbbing cock. Zoe had just enough time to get her mouth on it before I exploded. I could feel myself hit the back of her throat just as the first squirt released. I watched as Zoe not only swallowed but, licked me clean. Wiping her mouth, she looked up at me as smiled.

"You taste good, Professor."

"Not bad for a rusty load, huh?"

Zoe and I had a good laugh.

After getting dressed and cleaning up the "to go" boxes, I locked up and then escorted Zoe to her car. I waved at her as I watched her drive off. It was nearing ten when I reached home. I just knew that when I woke up the next morning I would find that it had all been a wonderful dream.

The next day was Saturday and I went back to the office to finish the papers. When I saw the empty "to go" boxes in the trash, I knew that my fantasy of fucking my student, Zoe Matthews, had indeed come true. Little did I know that I would soon be fucking her again.