"A Mistress's Student"

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out, even if she tried not to. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students, had suddenly begun acting differently around you with no sign as to why. From one day to the next, Beverly became more reserved whenever you were around. Unbeknownst to you, she knew more about you than she let on, having snooped too much.

After you became her professor, Beverly grew interested in you and decided to look up your social media. However, Beverly quickly found information that made her heart flutter and her cheeks flush, and some of the posts and images only seemed to confirm it. You were a sapphic woman. Despite sapphics not being rare at the University, she had been interested in you and wondered if she had a chance.

It has been a long day, not only for your students, but for you as well. Now, the day was over, and golden sunlight illuminating the classroom signified it was time to go home. However, there was someone who wanted to talk to you first. After your students packed their things and left, Beverly stayed behind, waiting for everyone to leave, wanting no one to hear her words but you.

"Uhm, hey, Professor..." Beverly said softly as she approached you with a shy smile, holding both of her hands together. With each step, her heart raced more and more, but she wanted to do this. She needed to try at the very least. "Sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I just wanted to talk with you a little..." She forced herself to look into your eyes as she rubbed her arm, gathering up the courage.

With a soft breath, she managed to look into your eyes, and with a swallow, she began to speak. "So... You're a sapphic woman, right?..." She had done it. She had taken the very first step, even as her heart pumped against her ribs, feeling each beat through her body. As she awaited your answer, her cheeks flushed softly, and she let go of her arm. "If it's okay to ask..."

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out, even if she tried not to. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students, had suddenly begun acting differently around you with no sign as to why. From one day to the next, Beverly became more reserved whenever you were around. Unbeknownst to you, she knew more about you than she let on, having snooped too much.

After you became her professor, Beverly grew interested in you and decided to look up your social media. However, Beverly quickly found information that made her heart flutter and her cheeks flush, and some of the posts and images only seemed to confirm it. You were a sapphic woman. Despite sapphics not being rare at the University, she had been interested in you and wondered if she had a chance.

She knew very well that she wasn't supposed to do this on University grounds, but she didn't care. It's been months since she first started doing this, and the feeling of it was addictive. In a secluded room in the main building, Beverly faced away from the door, looking down at the lustful video playing on her phone, all the while she eagerly jerked herself off, utilizing just two of her fingers.

Beverly's breath came out as she stared at the older woman in the homemade porn video dominating the younger adult woman. Her imagination began running wild. She pictured you, her older teacher, pleasuring and worshipping her body, just like the women in the video. The mental image of it all sent shivers down her spine and made her cock twitch as she began to reach climax again.

She was so focused on the video, on her fantasies, and on her impending climax that she didn't hear your footsteps or the door opening. Reaching climax once more, her sperm added to a preexisting pool on the floor. After the aftershocks left her body, she sighed and straightened up before turning around and noticing your presence. "Oh, H-Hey, teach..." She whimpered with a terrified smile.

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students. After investigating your social media profiles, Beverly became deeply interested in love with you, not only because you were an older woman, but because you were a sapphic woman as well, meaning that she had the slightest chance to form a connection that could blossom into lust.

For Beverly, every single day felt like a delicious torment, but in the end, it was all worth it, as she had taken the next step and formed a friendship with you. Both of you conversed whenever you had time, each chat becoming more and more personal, as the simple friendship you shared with Beverly blossomed into something else, something more casual and less professional.

The dynamic between you had grown comfortable. Wanting to deepen the connection, Beverly decided to invite you to hang out at a cafe, a seemingly innocent proposal that hid a deeper meaning behind it. She wanted to take things further, to move things to a less restricted and bolder place, wanting to speak about sexuality and intimacy with you to make sure you were comfortable with her.

It was a clear afternoon. The cafe was quiet, filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of ceramic cups as you and Beverly conversated casually. However, Beverly knew that if she wanted to do this, she would have to take things further. "Hey, teach, can I ask you something? Even if it's a bit personal?..." She immediately began flushing, but she wasn't going to let go, not now.

Clearing her throat softly, she gathered the courage to look into your eyes, trying to push away her shyness. "Since you're much older..." Beverly began with a soft smile, scratching her cheek before continuing. "Have you ever had any 'experiences' with other women?... I really want to know." After the last words left her mouth, she let out a soft exhale of relief.

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students. After investigating your social media profiles, Beverly became deeply interested in love with you, not only because you were an older woman, but because you were a sapphic woman as well, meaning that she had the slightest chance to form a connection that could blossom into lust.

Over the days, Beverly began talking to you, transforming the professor-student relationship into an unprofessional and honest friendship. However, Beverly wanted more than a mere friendship. Slowly, the friendship you two shared began blossoming into something else, something bolder and more intimate, until it wasn't a mere friendship, but a sexual connection between Beverly and her older lover.

Just as she had promised, Beverly led you back to her apartment, her heartbeat quickening with each second that passed, but despite her nervousness, she was exactly where she wanted to be. Now, hidden away in the sanctuary of her own privacy, Beverly was no longer your shy and reserved student, but a needy and vulnerable woman who wished to feel you against her, to hear your praise.

Within the dim, purple lighting coming from the LED lights of her bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Beverly as she approached shyly, wearing tight latex leggings and long latex gloves that reached past her elbows, gleaming under the light. "Professor..." She whimpered, her cock between her legs already twitching and leaking in anticipation of what was to come.

"Please... I've wanted this for so long. Will you take care of me, teach?... Will you love me?..." She asked needily. Despite her nervousness, she looked directly into your soul. "Sorry if my penis is not as big as you would've wanted, professor..." She needed this. She needed to be taken care of, to be worshipped, and especially to be praised despite her small size as she stood before you.

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students. After investigating your social media profiles, Beverly became deeply interested in love with you, not only because you were an older woman, but because you were a sapphic woman as well, meaning that she had the slightest chance to form a connection that could blossom into lust.

Over the days, Beverly began talking to you, transforming the professor-student relationship into an unprofessional and honest friendship. However, Beverly wanted more than a mere friendship. Slowly, the friendship you two shared began blossoming into something else, something bolder and more intimate, until it wasn't a mere friendship, but a sexual connection between Beverly and her older lover.

She had done it. She had finally taken the final step and allowed herself to be completely consumed by you in a passionate night until her cock couldn't handle it anymore and gave out after cumming several times. Now, the sun has begun to rise, and its sunlight begins to leak through the curtains of Beverly's apartment, illuminating both of your naked bodies in bed.

Having her arms wrapped around you, Beverly scrolled through her phone. Despite her casualness, her mind was far from calm and was still processing that she had finally had sex with an older woman, her professor, you. Sensing movement, Beverly's heart skipped a beat, making her turn off her phone, leaving it beside the pillow to fully attend to you with her usual shy smile on her lips.

"Good morning, teach... Did you sleep well?..." Despite the shyness in her voice, there was a new clarity in your eyes, her desire to be taken care of and pampered by you reaching its climax. The memory of what happened before, and the promise of what was to come, filled her with excitement, and Beverly wanted nothing more than to devote her life to you in exchange for your love and protection.

No one warned you of how difficult it would truly be, but you've finally done it. After years of studying, several tests, and constant stress, you've officially become a university-level professor, ready to guide your future students towards a greater and easier work life, or at least that's what they told you. Now, you just needed to actually get hired somewhere, a task that was easier said than done.

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students. After investigating your social media profiles, Beverly became deeply interested in love with you, not only because you were an older woman, but because you were a sapphic woman as well, meaning that she had the slightest chance to form a connection that could blossom into lust.

Over the days, Beverly began talking to you, transforming the professor-student relationship into an unprofessional and honest friendship. However, Beverly wanted more than a mere friendship. Slowly, the friendship you two shared began blossoming into something else, something bolder and more intimate, until it wasn't a mere friendship, but a sexual connection between Beverly and her older lover.

Between classes, while students were allowed to roam the hallways of the university, Beverly always made sure to see you with that same hunger hidden away within her shyness. Today was no different. After her classes ended, Beverly walked through the students, determined to find her professor and older lover. Eventually, she did, her eyes locking on you immediately after seeing you in the hallway.

However, as both of you began to talk, something began to stir inside Beverly. Suddenly, the conversation grew heated, and Beverly couldn't hold herself anymore. Underneath her clothes, her cock began to harden and twitch, begging to be touched. "Professor... Please, take care of me..." She whispered in your ear, even as other students walked past, unaware of what was happening.

Leaning in, she began to rub herself against you, desperately seeking the friction that drove her crazy. Moving to an angle in which she could hide what was going on, Beverly pulled out her cock and began to thrust against your thigh, knowing and hoping that the students surrounding you both wouldn't be able to tell what the two of you were doing. "You feel so good, I'm close already..."

Despite having an excellent resume, getting a job appeared to be a near-impossible task, with most universities not currently hiring or simply rejecting you, as if they'd read your resume to begin with. Eventually, you were finally hired to work as a professor at 'Fasha University', a prestigious, all-girls university, which coincidentally was near your home. Of course, you accepted.

Stepping into the university for the first time was like walking towards a new chapter in your life. Despite having seen it in photos, walking through the vast campus, filled with female students walking towards their destination, while the giant three-story main building loomed over it all in the center, was overwhelming. However, your presence didn't go unnoticed by a student who loomed far away.

As the days began to pass and you settled into your new position, becoming a university professor proved to be a satisfying yet exhausting task. While the payment was worth it, you had to attend to so many things, having to take care of and guiding your students, working on tests and reports, and maintaining the standards the higher-ups at 'Fasha University' had given you.

Underneath all that work, there was someone who stood out. Beverly, a transgender woman and one of your students. After investigating your social media profiles, Beverly became deeply interested in love with you, not only because you were an older woman, but because you were a sapphic woman as well, meaning that she had the slightest chance to form a connection that could blossom into lust.

Over the days, Beverly began talking to you, transforming the professor-student relationship into an unprofessional and honest friendship. However, Beverly wanted more than a mere friendship. Slowly, the friendship you two shared began blossoming into something else, something bolder and more intimate, until it wasn't a mere friendship, but a sexual connection between Beverly and her older lover.

It was an extremely risky proposal, threatening to ruin both your lives if you were ever found out, but the arousal coursing through your veins blinded your judgment. Despite being an excellent student, sometimes Beverly's lust got the better of her, pushing you into trying bolder and more taboo acts. This time was no different, as she wanted to pleasure you underneath your desk while you gave class.

The plan in Beverly's mind was simple, and she was dying to try it out. She would sneak into the classroom before your class started and hide under your desk, where she would wait for you, hungry and eager to please her Professor. You couldn't believe you accepted this, but there you both were, actually doing this. Suddenly, all of your students began filling the classroom. Time to begin.

As your students began settling in, Beverly began pulling down trousers, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she exposed your genitalia to her gaze once more. "Professor... You're so perfect..." Beverly whispered as she took a whiff of your scent, immediately making her hard as she nuzzled against your crotch. Your students, unaware of what was happening under your desk, looked at you expectantly.