Crush on my French professor - Sex Story
Prompt: I really enjoyed your Flash Fiction on Friday. I thought I’d
take a shot at sparking your imagination with a tiny confession – I have
a huge and inappropriate crush on my French professor. I know he’s
married, but I still have dreams about him bending me over his desk. My
pronunciation is terrible. Maybe that’s why I fantasize about showing up
in his office and beg for his help.
Monsieur Desrosiers was, frankly, a curmudgeon. Around fifty, salt
and pepper hair, a strong jaw, nearly six feet tall and roguishly
handsome I think he was getting fed up with America very quickly.
I could only imagine what he thought of me and my horrible pronunciation.
I wanted to speak French though, I truly did. All the Moliere and Guy de
Maupassant, Zola, Proust! I could read them well enough, but my tongue
fumbled out loud. I listened to Gainsbourg and tried to will my mouth to
find all those nuanced touches. My lips just couldn’t do it.
In class he wouldn’t yell at me or even try to help me much. When
called on he would simply shake his head and call on someone else.
“Répétez après moi; Tes yeux, j’en rêve jour et nuit,” he demanded.
I tried oh how I tried, but what came out was too soft, too vague for
him. He brushed his hand in the air as if to brush me away.
One day I came to his office after class and holding my books in my
lap and looking down I begged him for help. He sat back in his chair and
measured me. He said nothing.
I tried again, in my stumbling French.
“Um, s’il vous plaît aidez-moi,” I said, shaking a bit.
“Fermer la porte,” he said and rose from his chair.
When I walked back to his desk he paces a bit, looking me up and down
as he rubbed his chin. I stood near his desk and he walked up behind
me, forcing me to lean against his desk.
There was something imposing about him. He was brilliant and intense and he made me feel small, stupid, and innocent.
“French is like a woman, a complicated woman. You must coax her,
seduce her, but must be forceful, but can not force her, no?” He said
looking down at me from behind me.
I looked forward, putting my books on the table.
“You go to her with no confidence. You stumble because you fear. What
do you fear?” he says moving in, putting one strong hand on my hip.
“Are you this way in all things?” he whispered into my ear, “it is
not good to think too much, to try too hard to force things, in
language, in love, in bed, no?”
“You come here for my help, but the wall you face is your own and I
can not help you. I think you know that. I can not make your tongue
behave. I can not make your fears go away. Then why do you come here?”
he demanded into my ear.
He smelled of smoke and some fading cologne. It was all very real. I pressed back against him.
“Perhaps you come to me like in the movies to beg for a good grade despite your inability?” he said with a laugh.
I let out a sound of sorrow. I little meek whimper. He moved away from me.
“I came because I want to speak French. I want to so badly, but I just can’t-”
He cut her off, “you won’t! We can do anything. You have a mouth, you
have a tongue, you stop yourself from this,” he said roughly, averting
his eyes from me.
“I just need more time. Over the summer I can maybe sit with a coach-” she started.
“But again you want to pass. You want me to give you a grade so you
can go on and try to learn in the summer? I should do this why?” he was
angry now and my body awoke with fear.
“I-” I started, but my throat dried.
“You want a better grade than what you deserve,” he said, then walking to me he took my wrists in his hands.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I…” I felt heat in my face, then in my eyes, then wetness down my cheek.
“I want a grade I don’t deserve,” I said, more because he told me to than it being true.
“And you’ve come here to beg for it,” he continued.
“Yes,” I hissed and I started to sob.
“Pathétique,” he spat in a whisper.
“You want to beg, then do it. I have no time to dawdle,” he said, the word seeming strange with his accent.
He let me go and I felt to my knees.
“P-p-please, Monsieur, can you-um-help me with my grade,” I begged, grovelling at his feet.
He folded your arms.
“Oh, help you with your grade? Why yes, I can help you by telling you
now, it is an F. F for fail. In French perhaps E for échouer?” he said
chuckling at his own joke.
“Monsieur, please!” I begged.
He smiled down at me, “Oh, doux ma petite fille, do you not see the
cinema? Now that you beg you have to offer your sweet mouth. You have to
offer me ‘anything I want’ and tell me you will ‘do anything’ for my
help,” he said laughing cruelly.
I sobbed, but I knew then that he’s seen the desire in my eyes in
class. I wanted to leave, to deny him but the thought of offering myself
to him suddenly crept into my veins. The dirtiness of it, of him using
my as I cried, was suddenly palpable and soon I was as wet between my
legs as on my cheeks.
“I-I will do anything Monsieur,” I said looking up at him.
“Ah, oui précieuse mon oiseau,” he said holding out his hand to help me up.
I stood and he turned me around slowly and put his hand on my back.
“Now you pull up your pretty skirt and pull down your little culotte and maybe I will think about it, no?”
Then I was bending over. His pens and stapler and pack of Gitanes
pressing up against my breasts and my face and I reached back and pulled
up my pleated skirt. I pulled down my panties.
“Ah, oui,” he said to himself.
Then I felt his rough hands on my thighs. My toes curled in my shoes
as I looked down at the dark wood of his desk and spread my fingers out
on the desk and waited.
His hand left for a moment and came back wet and then his finger was
slipping between my lips. Then he knew how wet I was, how much I wanted
to be a dirty girl fucking my French teacher. Then his thick finger
slipped inside of me and I gasped.
“Taisez,” he growled and then I felt him move and suddenly his mouth was on my sex.
He licked and groaned as he did. His tounge slipped over my clit and
my back arched, then it slipped into me, then up and then just the tip
of his tongue slid over my ass and I jumped.
He laughed and stood and slapped my ass once. My legs straightened at
that and I raised my ass for him. He let out an approving laugh at
“Le chat likes that,” he said spanking me again, harder.
I did. I did I did.
He hit me again and I braced my body. He spanked me again and again
and I was on my tippy toed and every strike went right to my clit. He
hit me again and again and I covered my mouth.
Then I heard his belt buckle and I froze. I didn’t know if I wanted his belt or his cock more. I didn’t know which was coming.
Then I heard his zipper. His pants falling to the floor. His wet
fingers pushed into me; one, two, three made me feel stretched and
burning. Then I was empty for a moment, then his cock.
It was thick, it was so hot, my mind started reeling. Then he grabbed
my hips and fucked me. He fucked me like someone playing with a rag
doll. I was just a tooy for him to get off with. I was just another
little slut who came into his office to fuck him for a better grade.
“S’agenouiller sur le sol,” he said roughly, turning me around, pushing me down.
Then his cock was in my mouth, salty and covered in my pussy. I
sucked it. I sucked it and stroked it and rubbed it against my cheek and
licked it up and down and pulled on it and licked and sucked his balls,
wanting all of him. Then he pushed it back in my mouth. He fucked my
mouth. He fucked my mouth until I heard him grunting and groaning and I
knew in that moment he was mine.
Then that white hot moment, the dirtiest moment, my knees burned on
the floor as he shot his come into my mouth. Again and again until I
Then I was on the floor.
I laid there on my side and watched as he pulled up his pants as he
panted. He bucked his belt. He walked away, around the desk and I heard
him sit down.
“You get a C,” he said calmly.
“Anything more and there might be questions,” he explained.
“I have work,” he said, and lit a cigarette.
I stood after a moment. I didn’t look back at him. I carefully slipped into the hall and ran to the restroom.
That summer I went to Paris.
Fucked by Father in Law - Sex story
Dear readers, this is shashi here again who works as a secy and have
wild sex with my boss, and here is one of my personal true episodes, I
have read so many episodes and yet to read anything similar to what I
experienced with my 55 year old father in law. This happened 4 yrs
back when I was 23 years and newly married, other than sex with my hubby
I never had any sort of a experience with any other male as we were
from a conservative family. after we got married we came to bangalore
and settled here and my father in law visited us for the first time in
this house, we were hardly married for 4 months, my mother inlaw had
died almost 5 yrs bk and he stay alone in a place called hassan. I was
very nervous about his first visit, in the out house room I had made the
room ready for him to stay. next day me my hubby, my father in law
and some 3 old ladies who are his relatives left for mysore in a taxi to
attend a marriage, the function went on well and we had lot of chat
with all relatives and left back for bangalore at 7 pm. in the fron seat
driver, my hubby and one old lady say and in the rear 2 more old ladies
and my father in law and myself sat, the two ladies were fully tired
and went of to sleep and place was too tight for all of us and my
father in law asked me to sit on his lap, which I did hesitatingly, and
kept my head on the front seat and slept a bit. after a while I felt
something moving on my thighs and woke up,to see that my father in law
had kept his hand on my thighs on the pyjamas what I was wearing and
was caressing it, I was too shocked but kept still as if nothing was
happening and he further advanced and spread my thighs and was touching
my pussy area, one side I was getting scared and other side I was
getting aroused sexually, by then we reached half way place and we
stopped for some refreshment. I was standing outside and hubby went
to wash room and I was alone with my father in law and he asked whether I
felt bad, I replied for what, he said since I touched ur body and
private parts, I just stood bending my head, he said I am sorry what
todo your mother in law passed away long back and he is still having
energy and vigour which made him touch me and asked if I am ok,
bending down my head its ok I said thinking that it will not happen
again, but never expected what was coming for the next 1 week. again we
started the journey and in no time again my father in law hand was
invading my body, he went staright to mt scrotch area, this time he
could feel my wettness over my pyjamas and he started to un tie the lada
knot and his hand went inside, I was also exited and spread my thighs
apart enough for his fingers to reach my pussy, I was jst bending on the
front seat and pretended to sleep and was enjoying his fingering, his
left hands were now nicely kneading my breasts and I could feel my
nipples getting hard. the driver was driving and everyone else was
half sleepy and my father in law was feasting on me, my pussy was fully
wet and his fingers moving in and out was making faint noices, he
tpulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth to taste my pussy
juices, it was very errotic for me and my hubby had never done anything
like this to me, fingering was continuing for the next 30 mts and I
had a wild orgasm and I tightened my thighs, by the time we were
approaching bangalore I tied my lada and got ready to get down. we got
down at the house and all went for a freshen and had dinner, everyone
was tired and waned togot bed as it was almost 11pm, and my father in
law asked me to keep his water boittle in the room and do up the bed,
so I went into our out house upstairs and was tiding the bed, suddenly I
saw behind my father in law standing close to me, I was really scared,
he pulled me towards him and lip locked on to me, I could feel his thick
toung trying to enter my mouth and I opened my mouth and he was
filling my mouth with all his saliva, as he kissed me he lifted my
nighty till my chest and pushed me on to bed, as I lay there he sread my
legs apart and he burried his head into my crotch, this was my first
experience someone sucking me, he licked my pussy from top to bottom and
he further went down and with his toung made circles on my ass hole
which sent shivers in my body, it was in such pleasure I surrendered
fully for his passion, he was really a good lover, he did for almost 15
mts and I could hear my hubby calling out for me, at that time he lifted
his head and told me to tell will be down in 10 mts, so my hubby
replied that he is going to bed and to lock all the doors. his face
was fully wet with my juice from pussy and he had relished every drop of
it, and I had almost 2 orgasms, when he stood up, I saw he had removed
his lungi and his cock standing erect, it was a sexy sight to see a hard
cock of my 55 year old father in law. as I was watching he came forward
holding his cock in one hand and with the other hand pulling my head towards
his cock, in no time his cock was touching my lips and he asked me to
suck it, this was my first experience of cock sucking, when I opened my
mouth he pushed his hard cock till my throat and started for fuck me,
with his pre cum taste my secertion of saliva became more and I could
feel my saliva all over his cock, it just went on for a few minutes I
could feel my father in law grunting and loaded his sperms in my mouth,
I didnt know what todo, in that exitement I had swallowed half of it,
as he removed his cock from my mouth he pushed me flat on the bed and
came on top of me and started to kiss and lick his own sperms which was
leaking on my cheaks,since my nighty he had lifted I could feel his last
drops of cum falling on my thighs, he was so huge in physique and I am
so thin and was feeling like a monster on me, I swallowed the rest of
the cum which was in my mouth, he got up and again licked my pussy of
all the juices which had leaked and said good night to me. when I got
up he gave a tight hug and thanked me for the sharing, I didnt know
what to say I jst left the room in silence. the next day morning I got
usual at 6 am had bath and was with my regular work, as hubby had to
leave for work by 9 am, I saw father in law coming down at 7 wished me
good morning and went abt reading the news paper, I couldnt get the
courage to see eye to eye after what happened last night.my father in
law and hubby had break fast at 8.45 and he left for work stating that
he will come back only in the night and instructed me to take father in
law out to near by shopping mall so that he wont get bored and left. i
went out till the gate with hubby after he left closed the gate and
came inside and was latching the door, I could feel my father in law
comming from behind and hugging me, I could feel him kissing and sucking
my neck passionately from behind, and his hands was caressing my
breasts, I could feel that extasy building up again in me, with his
right hand lifted my nighty up and hands reached my crotch and he asked
me to spread my legs apart which I did and his hands went inside my
panty and started to play with my clitoris, within no time I could feel
my pussy getting wet, he removed his hand and took me to my bedroom and
lifted of my nighty over my head I was standing in front of him with
only my panty, as knelt he lowered my panty and kissed my pussy and
both his hands were cupping my ass from back, as he got up he removed
his lungi and both the nude bodies hugged in passion and kissed for a
while, he gently pushed me back on bed spread my thighs and fingered my
pussy which was dripping wet and came on top of me, his cock was much
thicker and longer than my hubbys, he rubbed hi s cock head on the
pussy juice and guided to my hole, inch by inch he entered my body, once
he was fully in he gave such long and forcing strokes my pussy wanted
it more and more, he had lot of vigour in him he pounded my pussy for
almost 20 mts before he loaded his sperms into my pussy and slept of
me licking all my face with his saliva, after his cock became soft he
puuled it out and hugged me and we slept, I must have passed out for
about 30 mts and with his cock again getting hard near my thighs I woke
up, amd he came on top of me again, but this time he took my legs on to
his shoulders and put a pillow under my ass and inserted his cock,
this session went on for about 30 mts my pussy was feeling sore with his
pounding, but I enjoyed every stroke of his cock, but this time before
he could cum he pulled his cock out and leaked out into my mouth and as
usuall slept with me licking his own cum, we saw the time it was
almost 2 pm how several hours had passed by couldnt be felt, we got up
had bath again together, got dressed up and went to mall where he
brought me lot of dresses and make up things, by the time we came back
hubby was back at home waiting for us. the next 5 days my father in
law stayed with us were ultimate pleasure time for us, in the coming
days he fucked me in different styles and places, and each fuck was
better than the other thats all I can say. for all the passion what he
had I kept aside our relation ship and enjoyed the sex.