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eternity. The clock beats on the wall like my heart against my rib cage.
Debating my next move, I remain frozen as a deer in headlights.
    So we stare at each other, each unsure of the next move to
make. I move my hand down to put my now-limp dick away.
    She takes a short breath, her expression softening, open
mouth closing into a seductive smile.
    And closes the door.
    “Show me,” she demands.
    “Wha…what do you mean?”
    “I want you to show me how you jerk off, Dr. Collins. I want
to watch you.” She struts back to the desk across from me, pulls her skirt up,
sits down and places her well-manicured hand down inside her panties. She does
not begin moving them.
    I’m staring at her, stunned into inaction. Of course I had
fantasized about this thing, but now that it really is happening, I’m not as
confident as I’d been when it was all played out in my head. In fantasy, I had
control over what was going on. Right now, I have no idea what is going to
happen.
    Elizabeth pulls her hand out of her underwear and looks at
me impatiently. “Do you want to watch me work my pussy or not?”
    I nod.
    “Then you’d better get going. Fair is fair.” She stands and
slides her flip-flops and panties off. I see her round, firm derriere as she
turns, then sits back down on the desk, naked ass slapping against the wood,
her feet on opposite corners so I have a view of her perfect pussy, glistening
and slightly gaping. Her fingers hover above her cunt, almost, but not quite
touching herself.
    I slowly bring my hand back down to my reawakening cock and
wrap my fingers around it. It begins to grow and stiffen as Elizabeth begins to
flick her clit with her brightly colored nails. Her eyes are wide as they
bounce between studying my face and watching my hand move up and down my thick
shaft.
    Once my dick realizes that this is really happening, it
swells and hardens, the head glistening with pre-cum. I bring my hand over the
head, using the slippery liquid to make my cock slick. The sound of my wet hand
sliding over my manhood fills the room.
    “Mmmm. I love the way that sounds.” Her eyes close
momentarily. When she opens them, they are heavy with pleasure. Her face, neck
and chest flush the color of a hooker’s “fuck me now” lipstick. Her chest
heaves as her breath quickens.
    Her knees fall farther open and I groan with delight as she
inserts her fingers into her slick slit. She begins just by putting the tips of
two of her fingers in, then three. She works up to four, then slides her
fingers deeper inside, moving her hips forward to welcome them.
    Our eyes lock.
    “Can I come and sit on your desk?” Elizabeth pleads.
    I nod.
    She walks over and clears the papers off my desk with one
sweep of her arm. Sitting on my desk in the same position she was in on the
student desk, she takes her fingers and puts them in my mouth so I can taste
her sweet juices.
    I gently suck her fingers, and she takes them out of my
mouth and puts them back on her clit.
    Her pussy is mere inches from my face and I smell her
muskiness and feel the heat she is giving off. She spreads her legs wider,
doing almost a full split on my desk.
    In my fantasies, there were no thoughts about consequences—only
hot, savage sex. Now, in reality she is so close to my face, yet I refrain from
touching her. I am suddenly concerned about what this scenario could do to my
career.
    Not that masturbating with a student would grant me tenure,
but it would be far less likely to be career ending than the possibility that
Elizabeth could claim that I made her do something she did not consent to.
However, Elizabeth could never claim that she was not fully consenting to the
activity taking place on my desk at the moment…
    Suddenly, she changes positions and is on her knees, doggy
style, her ass and pussy at eye level.
    Elizabeth wiggles against her hand as she uses three fingers
deep inside her slit. As she fucks herself, she moans quietly. Students are
passing by my