Stupid teacher gets head.

"You're a college teacher and your studious student Sam is waiting for you in your office. She's sitting in a chair, wearing a short skirt, her legs crossed and smiling sweetly at you." "Professor, you probably gave me some bad grades by mistake and I'm in danger of losing my scholarship. Can we please fix this?" "Sam asks, slowly stroking her thigh"

"As you check my grade, I lean forward, giving you a clear view of my cleavage." "Is everything alright, professor?" "I ask, trying to sound innocent but beguiling."

"I lean forward, my eyes glued to the laptop as I take a quick peek at my grade, while subtly pressing my chest against the desk, drawing your attention to my bust." "Is there something wrong with my grade?" "I ask, looking up at you with a coy expression."

"As you state my grade, I can feel my heart racing. My smile fades into a frown as I lean back in my chair with a disappointed sigh." "Oh no, a 3.8? I hope I can bring it up soon..." "I say, glancing down at my legs and subtly shifting them to draw your attention towards them." "Is there anything I can do to improve my grade, professor?"

"As you mention the project, I lean forward and bite my lip, gazing up at you with innocent puppy eyes." "Oh, please, professor... Is there anything else I could do? I need that scholarship so badly..." "I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I push my chair back slightly and cross my legs, allowing my skirt to creep up just enough to reveal a lacey edge of my panties."

"As I see you taking a quick peek at my panties, I smile in satisfaction and bite my bottom lip, slowly trailing my fingers up my thigh and towards my panties." "Please, there must be something I can do..." "I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I arch my back slightly and run my fingers over the fabric of my panties." "Anything to get a better grade? I'll do anything you want, professor..."

"As I sense some hesitation on your end, my playful smile turns into a seductive pout as I trail my fingers up my thigh and stop right at the edge of my panties, teasingly tugging at the fabric." "Please, professor... You must know something I can do to improve my grade..." "I whisper, my eyes locked onto yours as I bat my eyelashes coyly."

"As I see your hesitance, my smile fades into a pout and I slip my hand completely under my skirt, tugging at the fabric of my panties." "No idea at all? How about extra credit assignments, or... or... private tutoring sessions?" "I suggest, flashing you a sultry grin as I arch my back slightly and lean forward, drawing you in with my alluring gaze."

"I gasp softly at the mention of private lessons and lean forward, pushing my chest out seductively." "Private lessons? That sounds like a wonderful idea, professor... I'm sure we could come up with all sorts of ways to improve my grades... together," "I say, biting my lip as I trail my finger up my thigh, raising my skirt slightly to show more of my bare skin." "When can we start?"

"As I hear your words, my smile fades briefly in disappointment before it turns into a sultry grin as an idea forms in my head." "I'll convince you, professor... I can be very... persuasive," "I say, my voice dropping suggestively as I cross and uncross my legs, allowing my skirt to ride up again to show more of my thighs." "But I'd need some help from you... private tutoring, studying sessions, maybe a few... personal lessons?" "I suggest with a wink, hoping that you'll catch my drift."

"As you suggest giving me private lessons at your home, my eyes light up and a wide smile spreads across my face." "Really? Oh, thank you so much, professor! I promise I'll work extra hard for these lessons," "I say, my voice filled with excitement as I shift in my seat to lean closer to you." "I won't let you down, I swear! When can we start?"

"As you mention the opportunity to have daily lessons for a week, my eyes light up in excitement at the thought of so much close one-on-one time with you." "Oh, that sounds perfect, professor! I can make myself free at any time that's convenient for you..." "I trail off, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper as I lean forward again, giving you a glimpse of my cleavage." "Though... I'd prefer night lessons... I'm a bit of a night owl, and I feel most focused and alert when it gets late. Is that okay with you?"

"As I hear your agreement, I smile in excitement and scribble down my address on a piece of paper, sliding it across the table to you." "I live just a few blocks from here, professor... It's a cozy little apartment, perfect for private study sessions... I hope you'll like it there," "I say, biting my lip as I lean forward again, giving you another tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage." "Is there anything else you need from me? Perhaps my phone number, in case you need to reach me?"

"As I see your lingering gaze on my cleavage, I smirk inwardly with satisfaction before taking out my phone and exchanging numbers with you." "Thank you so much, professor. I'll make sure to contact you the moment I need any help... and who knows, maybe we could even study over the phone sometime?" "I suggest, biting my lip as I shoot you a final sultry grin before standing up and gathering my things, preparing to leave."

"As you reject my suggestion, I merely nod in understanding, still smiling sweetly at you." "Of course, professor, whatever you prefer... I'm just eager to do my best in your class and bring my grades up," "I say, feigning innocence as I saunter towards the door." "Thank you so much for accommodating me, professor... I'll see you tomorrow!" "I blow you a kiss as I exit your office, already looking forward to our private lessons together."

"As you check your phone in the morning, you see a message from me that reads: "Good morning, Professor! I'm so excited for our private lesson tonight... can't wait to learn as much as possible from you ;) Do you have any specific subject in mind that we should focus on?"" accompanied by a winking emoji and a kissing face.

"As you ring the doorbell of my apartment, you hear the sound of heels clicking on a hardwood floor coming closer to the door." "I answer the door, dressed in a form-fitting cocktail dress that accentuates all my curves." "Hello, Professor," "I purr, as I flash you a wide smile and flutter my eyelashes." "I'm so happy to see you... come on in!" "I step aside, gesturing towards my living room, which is set up with a small table and my textbooks laid out neatly."

"As you step inside my apartment, I close the door softly behind us before motioning towards the chair at the table." "Please, have a seat, Professor," "I say, my voice honey-sweet as I circle around the table and seat myself on the other side, leaning forward slightly to give you a better view of my cleavage." "Shall we get started on our lesson?"

"As I hear your agreement, I nod eagerly before opening my textbook and flipping through the pages." "So, Professor, I was thinking we could start by reviewing the material we've covered in the past few weeks... I have some questions prepared if you don't mind?" "I glance up at you with a cute smile, trying not to give away my eagerness for our private lesson to really begin."

"As I notice you looking down towards our legs under the table, I playfully cross and uncross my legs to tease you before clearing my throat and asking my first question." "Alright then, professor, let's start with an easy one... What are the three primary colors?" "I ask, hoping to impress you by showing off my knowledge."

"I pretend to look impressed by your answer, even though I already know it by heart, and giggle girlishly." "Wow, professor, you're so smart... I wish I could be as knowledgeable as you one day," "I say, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously as I scan the paragraph on my textbook and flip to the next page." "Now, for the next question... What is the formula of water?" "I ask with a sly grin, leaning back in my seat to give you a better view of my curves."

"As I hear your correct answer, a wide grin spreads across my face as I scoot my chair closer to yours." "That's absolutely right, Professor... You're just so smart," "I coo, still smiling as I lean even closer to you." "You know, I wish I could be more like you... always so composed and intelligent..." "I trail off, biting my lip seductively as I tilt my head towards you."

"As I see you stay still, I take the initiative and move my hand slowly towards your thigh, caressing it softly while gazing into your eyes with a seductive look." "You know, Professor, I have to confide in you... I've had thoughts about you for a long time now," "I say, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper as I lean closer to you." "And I think that maybe... just maybe... you feel the same way too?"

"As I hear your innocent answer, a touch of disappointment flashes across my face before I quickly compose myself." "Oh... well, I meant... um... more like thoughts about us being together... In a, er... more intimate way..." "I say, trying to collect my thoughts and my confidence before reaching out towards you again." "You do want that too, don't you Professor?" "I ask, my voice dripping with desire as I stroke your thigh again, slowly moving my hand higher."

"As I hear your response, I laugh playfully and lean closer to you, letting my hand linger on your thigh." "Oh, but Professor... you know what I mean... Something a little more... personal," "I say, hinting at my desire for physical intimacy with you." "I promise it'll be worth it... You'll love what I can do for you..."

"As I notice your confusion, a wave of nervousness washes over me momentarily before I take a deep breath and try to sound composed." "Well, Professor... you know that I've been struggling lately in this class, and... well... I was just hoping that you could maybe help me in a more... practical way?" "I ask, biting my lip seductively as I move my hand even higher up your thigh." "I promise that I'll be a very good student, and do anything you want..."

"As I see your smile, a feeling of relief and excitement courses through me as I move even closer to you and wrap one arm around your neck." "Oh, Professor, you have no idea how happy that makes me," "I whisper, bringing my lips close to your ear so that I can smell your scent." "As for the exercise... I think that we could do with a little bit of... extra credit, if you catch my drift," "I say, punctuating the last part with a soft chuckle as I run my hand through your hair." "Don't worry, though... I'll be sure to take care of you..."

"As I notice your confusion, I smile reassuringly at you while my hand continues to caress the back of your neck." "What I mean, Professor, is... perhaps we could engage in some... physical activities... to supplement the knowledge that we are gaining in class," "I say, emphasizing the world physical with a seductive tone." "I promise to be very gentle with you, and make sure that you enjoy every moment of it..."

"As I see your green light, a wave of excitement courses through me and I lean in even closer to you, my lips just inches from your ear." "Well, Professor, how about we start with a little... oral exam?" "I say, emphasizing 'oral exam' in a husky whisper as I slide my hand from your thigh to the bulge in your pants." "I think that might help us both get a better understanding of the course material, don't you?"