1. Academic Dishonesty


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    until he is right in front of me. He picks up two papers and places them in front of me. “Here, I think this will give you some insight," he states as he hands them to me. I read across the papers only to see that they are identical copies of my final paper. The only difference is the name. I connect the dots, and finally understand what he has been insinuating. “Professor, this can’t be possible!” I exclaim. I had spent weeks working on that paper, there was no way it was plagiarized. “I know that Anne.” He grins mischievously. “What is going on here, then?” I ask him earnestly. He circles around me and places his hands on my shoulders. I tense underneath his touch, fully aware that he is invading my personal space. “Well, you see Anne. I am perfectly aware that your paper was not plagiarized. However, you have caused other problems.” His hands began to move in an effort to release the tension in my shoulders. “I have seen the way you look at me, the lingering looks, I’d be stupid not to know.” His hands continue and slowly tease at the straps of my top. “You see, Anne, I always admired your sweet ass, nothing like my wife’s.” His fingers grazed across my collarbone before trailing up to my jaw. My breathing hitched in both shock and excitement. The sudden rush of blood to my lower abdomen was undeniable. “Then that rainy windy day, that you foolishly decided to wear a skirt, the wind blew and I got a real nice view of what you have to offer.” His other hand slowly trailed ...
    itself from the back of my knee to the inside of my thighs. He was pushing the boundaries but I couldn’t quite find the words to make him stop. “Professor Carter, you have a wife and you’re my teacher. We shouldn’t be doing this,” I argue. “ Was your teacher. The semester ended, darling.” His hands disappear and he walks back to his desk, then smiles at me like a Cheshire cat. “I always liked that you act so naïve and innocent, Anne. So I decided you might need a bit of incentive. I want you to tell me, what you want me to do to you or else I report you to the university for academic dishonesty,” he calmly states. I open my mouth for words but none come out, at first. “You can’t do that,” I finally manage to stutter out. “It’s your word against mine. Who will they trust, Anne?” He smirks at me. I quickly pull myself out of that armchair before raising my hand and slapping him hard. A large smack reverberates against the wall. I stare at him angrily and smirk at the sight of a red hand-print on his cheek. He looks back at me with enough venom that I immediately regret my rash actions. “I shouldn’t have done that,” I stumble back, away from him but he is too fast. He quickly pins me to the wall, the length of his body pressing against mine, and I moan out from the contact. “I knew you liked it rough,” he growls before kissing me roughly and biting onto my lower lip. I can’t help but respond but kiss him back with equal force. I enjoy the feel of his lips on mine before reality ...
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