Surrender To My Professor Where To Watch Novels & Stories

This shit is 4 hours long, and I've watched it more times than the fingers on my hands, today. We're just getting to the good part—where Vicky pecks my forehead— when an email pops up. It's been forever since I've gotten one of those. It's a professor demanding I see her concerning the paper I turned in. I may be depressed and actively watching my life falling apart, but I don't want to fail my classes. So far, I've been submitting AI generated works, but this professor has caught on. I get out of the water, finishing the contents of my bottle. I was taught never to have leftovers.

***** Jax I saw the video the day it hit a million views. Even with her face blurred, I knew every curve, every moan, every tight clench of that perfect pussy. My face was crystal clear—eyes rolled back, mouth open, coming so hard I looked like I was having a stroke. The comments were brutal. “That Professor is getting FUCKED to death lmaox” “12 inches and she still took control? Queen.” I should have been furious. Instead it was hard again just watching it.

I should have walked away but I peeked through the small opening. Professor Reed sat at his desk with his pants open. His hand stroked his thick cock while he watched a video on his screen. My heart stopped when I saw what was on the video. It was me. In the locker room after gym class last month. The camera angle showed me from the side as I peeled off my sweaty top. My full breasts bounced free in my sports bra. Then I bent over to remove my shorts and my ass filled the screen. I looked around the office in shock. There were small hidden cameras on the shelf behind his desk pointing toward the students' chairs.

I wait until I am sure that the Professor won't be coming, then I call Beta to ask what he has for me. "The Professor is in a hospital, Your Majesty," he tells me on the phone. "And his head is pretty banged up. I'll send you a video now." "What's it about?" I ask. "Evidence," he says tersely. The video comes in a minute later and I play it immediately. What I see renders me immobile for a moment. Would you look at that? Didn't realize Professor Bernie Halstead is a world-class Superstud. Could double as a make hooker even. And when I put this side by side with him coming close to Ellie, my blood boils with a certain rush of vengeance.

I couldn't just say that I’d slept with the professor and that I'd had the biggest crush on him, and that seeing him gawking at me with those eyes would have me panting as if I were in heat. I definitely couldn't say that I’d met him at a club and after a very easy pick up line, I followed him to an hotel and let him give me every inch of him, so instead I said, “I don’t know if film study is for me. I guess when I watch a movie, I'm watching it for enjoyment and I’m not used to picking them apart. It’s not that I don't see the red herring, I do, but I file it away in the back of my head and when the real solution is found, I remember it. In class, we are so focused on everything but watchin

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Will you please ask Silvia to hold my lunch?” When he looked up, the menacing gleam was gone. “What?” I asked. “Look at this.” For the second time today, he thrust his phone my direction. “You might want to reconsider what you tell your professors.” My stomach dropped as I secured his phone in my now-shaky grasp. The video queued on the screen needed only for me to push the small triangle in order for it to play. In the still picture I could make out a crowd of people. I hit the triangle.

“Now come on. We’re going to be late, and I refuse to sit in the back where I can’t see the fine first-years.” Maya let herself be pulled. The auditorium was half full. Jess scanned like a general. “There. Third row, center, near the aisle. Move.” They slid in as a professor took the stage. He tapped the microphone. “Good morning. I’m Professor Anderson, Dean of Student Affairs. For the next hour, I’ll tell you everything you need to survive here.” Someone behind them groaned. Jess elbowed Maya. “Survive,” Jess whispered. “Dramatic.”

“Let him be, he's useless, they'll come for him soon.“ I told him and hung up. “Good morning, professor.“ Students greeted me as I walked towards my office. They blushed and whispered amongst themselves while I gave them a polite smile as I walked into the office. I sat down, opened my laptop, and pulled up the footage; the same footage I’d watched more times than I could count. My mother’s case. The day everything changed. I rubbed my temples and tried to make sense of the shadows and blurred faces. It still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed the real footage, the one I can't get my hands on. An hour passed before I even noticed and I found my way to lecture classes. ∆~∆ This is my thir

Sienna's POV I sprung up from my seat, my heart drumming hard. His eyes showed surprise, and then all of a sudden, his gaze darkened.“I'm sorry, professor. I don't know what you're talking about, and I can't stay here any longer.” He scoffed. “Nonsense,” his tone was sarcastic. “What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? Aren't you big enough to take me?” My nose wrinkled in disgust, but a wave of fear caused my blood to run cold.

"We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things." He turned to the large screen behind him and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard before placing his hands on the desk in front of him, eyes flitting across the screen and the projector on the other end. The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?"