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“Shit!” Taylor swore. A panicked look spread across his face as he came to a stop in the middle of campus and patted down the pockets of his jacket and pants. “What is it?” Craig asked. “My phone,” Taylor answered. “It’s not here. “Did you leave it in your classroom?” “Yeah, probably,” Taylor responded to his colleague. “Listen, man, why don’t you go ahead to the faculty meeting? Let them know I’m running a few minutes behind. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” “Alright. Hope you find it.” The two professors went in opposite directions. Taylor was in his second semester of teaching English lit at Clinton State University. Craig had been hired a year before, but was still considered ‘new faculty’ by the department. The two became fast friends, helping each other navigate the unfamiliar waters of departmental politics. Even though Craig had only had his Ph.D. a year longer than Taylor, he was several years older, and usually gave great advice. Taylor retraced his steps back to the classroom where only fifteen minutes earlier, he’d been fighting a losing battle with the boredom of about a hundred undergrads in a survey of British literature course. It was the kind of grunt work they made new faculty do, a step above College Composition, which was almanbahis usually dumped on graduate student teachers. The more senior faculty were able to teach smaller graduate classes in their areas of specialization. It would be some time before Taylor worked his way to that level. Until then, it was broad undergraduate survey courses as far as the eye could see, and maybe Intro to Shakespeare if he was lucky. The class now quiet. 100 empty seats facing towards a whiteboard and small wooden lectern. He made his way quickly to the front of the class. His heart was pumping, hoping his phone would be sitting idly on the lectern where he’d been standing, attempting to engage his students with the S) Attached were a pair of pictures. One was a close-up of her nipple – a stiff pink nub. Her fingers (blue-green nail polish, he noted) were caressing the breast teasingly just beneath it. The second picture showed spread knees beneath a brown skirt (he scanned his memory for which of his students had been wearing a brown skirt this morning, and came up empty), revealing a pair of pink cotton panties pulled tight against the lips so the crease between them was visible. Blood rushed to Taylor’s cock, instantly swelling it. He pressed his boxers down tight around almanbahis yeni giriş it, so the outline was clearly visible against his thigh. He snapped a picture, and sent it immediately back with the message: Is this what you wanted to see? This is what your pictures are doing to me. You’re one naughty student. T. Within minutes the phone buzzed again. Dear Dr. Sexy, Yes, I’m a very naughty student who badly needs to be taught a lesson. Attached was another picture. In this one, she used a wall mirror to shoot herself from behind, bent over the side of a bed. In the image, her pink panties were around her knees, and her bare ass was sticking out from under her skirt. Her pink pussy peeked between her thighs. Taylor thought of plunging his cock inside of it. How hot and tight would she be in that position? From the look of it, he guessed very. Her face and hair were obscured by the angle of the shot. Taylor’s cock throbbed even harder. He freed it from his boxers, and began to stroke it, building up a small pearl of pre-cum at the tip of the purple head. He held his phone down by his thighs, getting his balls, the full length of the shaft, and the swollen head in the shot. Taylor didn’t shave, but he kept his pubic hair trimmed almanbahis giriş short. He considered the picture for a second, and then sent it without a message. He continued to stroke his erection, as he waited for her response. It came a few minutes later. What a big beautiful cock you have, Dr. Cheavis! So sexy. I wish I could feel it inside me right now, filling me up. Two more pictures accompanied this e-mail. The first was a close up of her pussy. It was pink, and shaved smooth. It looked so soft and small and beautiful. The lips glistened moistly with her arousal. The second picture was taken at the same angle as the first, but now her middle finger was buried to the second knuckle inside herself, as she used her other fingers with the blue-green nails to spread her lips apart revealing a deeper pink, clearly damp with her juices. These new pictures pushed Taylor over the edge. He came hard, spilling his semen over his right hand and onto his bedroom floor. With his left, he picked up his phone again and took a couple of pictures of the aftermath. See what you’ve done? T. For several minutes there was no response. Taylor cleaned up and wiped down with several tissues. Finally his phone buzzed. OMG, Dr. Cheavis! Is that for me? Sexy AF! I’d love to lick and suck and swallow every drop of that down my throat. Fuck! I just came, too, thinking about it. Mmm. So good. I don’t know how I’ll concentrate in class now, just thinking about you and that amazing cock of yours.