Video of me having sex with my college professor

When I first started in the class of Professor Hartman I knew that he would be my teacher of choice. I didn't think at the close of the semester that we'd make an sex-related video together.

Professor Hartman was young and had hair that was grey with a few streaks. I was fascinated by the dark, eerie eyes of his passionate voice.

As I walked around the lecture hall I was often able to catch his attention. When he gazed at me, it believed I could see all parts of me.

One day , he interrupted me during class.

"Could you have a meeting with me in my office on Monday?" He said. "I would like to discuss your final plan."

This was the last project I had to finish before I graduated with my Bachelor's.

Although I was elated having the opportunity to meet Professor Hartman in person, the thought of discussing the research at length filled me with anxiety. In the end, I decided to meet him at 4pm on the next day.

Professor Hartman welcomes me to visit his office.

"Make yourself comfortable," Professor Hartman said upon my arrival in his office the following day.

And, after he asked me to sit He then said, "I read the first draft of your plan."

I cringed. The stress of the semester was taking its toll on me. I was aware that I wasn't turning into my best self.

"Sorry Prof.," I replied. "I realise that this needs to be improved. I've been so overwhelmed and active throughout the semester."

"I believe you're capable of an outstanding job," he said. "When I saw this, I realised you'd probably be stressed during this time."

He added, "I think we should talk about relaxation strategies. What are you doing right now to reduce stress?"

In recent months, I'd let my stress take over me. I wasn't managing it at any level.

"Not actually," I responded. "Do you have suggestions?"

"One of my research areas is the impact that sexuality can have on stress," he said. "If you're okay with me asking how often do you spend your time trying to calm yourself?"

I froze. I'd been sat for so long working on my assignments lately that I'd shut all thoughts of sex out of my thoughts.

"Well..."I do not have the time to do that sort of stuff," I answered.

"Let's test it out," Professor Hartman said. "I would like you to gasp tonight. We'll then check to see if you're less anxious."

It was different from anything I've been assigned, however I informed myself I was prepared to take it on.

While I was getting myself ready I was getting ready to leave, he said "Oh and there's one more thing. I'd love to have you record this experiment. Send me the video."

Professor Hartman requested that I create a sexy video for him. I was soaking wet when I thought about it. I was eager to get back home.

I made a sex-related video to show my teacher.

The next night I followed through with what I promised.

After I finished my homework I went to bed and took my clothes off.

I set the camera of my computer and then started the video. I put my hands in between my legs, and then moved my fingers to make circles all around my neck. I was unable to think of Professor Hartman.

I was thinking of the manner in which his hands moved when the conversation went on. I was thinking of the hands that were reaching out to my waistline, pulling me towards him.

My clit was in pain as I imagined Professor Hartman sitting in front of me as I was sucking on his neck.

I walked over to my bedside table , and took the daddy from the drawer.

I put the tip of it against the inside of my tummy and thought of Professor Hartman waiting for a moment before fizzing me.

I pulled the dildo further into my body and I moved it out and in more quickly and faster. I could sense myself advancing to reach the climax.

It began to shake once I sat in an orgasm. I felt it all over all of my body.

I stopped the recording of the video. I uploaded it to my email as an attachment, then typed "For Professor Hartman" in the subject line, then I hit send.

My body then began to ease. The idea of Professor Hartman fiddling me remained in my head until I fell asleep.

My professor was watching my sexual video

The next day I found an unread email within my mail.

The message read "Come to work this evening at 6pm. I'm going to teach you some relaxation techniques."

My heart jumped at a thump. I was unsure of the kind of techniques he'd be teaching, however I was excited to learn more.

At 6 pm I knocked on Professor Hartman's office .

"Come into the room, and come in," he said as he opened the door.

I was sitting in the chair next to his desk. He reached out to grab something from his desk. It was a camera.

"I would like to share with you something that will help you relax," he said as setting up the camera. "I'd like to capture it for research purposes if that's acceptable."

I was sighing in silence. My heart was pounding and I was wondering what he might be about to tell me.

"You'll require to be fully dressed to be able to do the video," Professor Hartman said as he clicked the record button to begin the video of sex.

He begins recording the video of sex

He reached me and turned me around and then firmly held me with his own body. My back was resting against his chest as he removed each button on my shirt.

My shirt first fell off, then I put on my bra.

Then he pulled my pants and panties down at one time. His hands moved from me to his chest and finally , they sat in between my legs.

He put two fingers in my pussy. I was amazed at how wonderful it was to have him in me. As his fingers moved within me, his hand teasing my nipples.

Each time I felt I was nearing the point of a crescendo He slowed down and paused and made me wait for the release of tension that I had to release so desperately.

Then, he kneeled in front of me.

While his fingers were moving through my genitals and cleavage, he moved his tongue around the clit. He did not stop when he sensed my body begin to tighten up, in preparation for a gasp.

He kept going until my body began shaking. I groaned in joy while my entire body tightened and loosened in a rhythmic manner.

Professor Hartman stood me up as my body shook in delight. The moment was over, he shook the camera.

He looked at me with eyes that sparkled and then said, "We may need to have more regular meetings to ensure that you're at ease."

In a state of utter euphoria I said "I'd like to hear that Professor."