Chloe Murrow Aces an Affair {the.amorous.bunny&ToWriteAndWander}

[the.amorous.bunny]

Okay, Chloe, remember to get into character, the eighteen year old student almost laughed as she smoothed down her "costume" for this little play. Yeah, should be easy. You're a just turned eighteen year old who's come to her professor's office to ask Professor Big if he'll give you a better grade, maybe even an A. Act flirty, but natural. Because it would be natural to continually run lines and give yourself little pep talks in your head. It really wasn't helping that this was actually the sociology department of the school Chloe Murrow actually attended. To prove the whole schoolgirl thing accurate, the director/cameraman/literally only other crew had Chloe's actual student ID in his pocket, that beaming picture every bit the nearly trembling girl standing there in her ludicrous outfit.

How did this happen? How was Chloe Murrow, overall good student, pretty young thing with a long term boyfriend who'd actually come to college with her, standing there in what was most definitely a semi-pornographic version of a schoolgirl's uniform, camera about to roll, ready to shoot her first (and if she had it her way, last) porno?

The same reason most girls her age did this stuff: money. Despite Chloe's decent grades and effort, her scholarship only covered so much of her schooling, mostly the actual school part. That left it up to her to handle living expenses, and while they'd been handling things alright, that had been before her boyfriend had gone and wrecked her car. Bad enough that she had to pay for the car itself, but some stupid loophole in her insurance had saddled her with her boyfriend's medical bills. He was lucky he was pretty damn cute, or they'd definitely have broken up (not really; they were practically a proposal and a full college experience away from marriage).

At first Chloe had done the usual. She'd hired out as a tutor, looked around for some local jobs, all that good stuff. But the bills were piling up and the money was trickling in. Then she'd seen one of those stupid boards posted in the quad. From time to time some really sketchy stuff went up there: drug deals, "volunteer" work, and, of course, amateur porn, complete with a website. As Chloe had so recently had her eighteenth birthday and she was passingly pretty, she figured it would work. At first she'd figured she could just link her insta, but they'd pushed her, likely to see if she was serious. That meant sending in pics of herself in her dorm room, first in her underwear, then naked, albeit with her hands covering her sex. Big blue eyes looked at the camera, both silently screaming and begging the people behind it to hire her. Apparently it had worked, and she'd gotten an even bigger offer if she were willing to do some roleplay.

One trip to the doctor to confirm a clean bill of health later, and here she was. Chloe was pretty sure her costume was

a cheap rental

, or maybe rented from a local Catholic school or something. The pleated blue and white skirt fell high on her hips, with a surprisingly high waist. Chloe's hips flared, her ass forming a near perfect heart behind her. The skirt covered all that, sure, but it certainly offered hints, and anyone walking behind her on the stairs got a lovely view of the low slung, almost transparent

lace panties

they'd had her wear beneath (making her glad she'd shaved, though that had been mostly because she didn't want to look hairy on camera). The sheer white stockings clung to a nice set of legs. Naturally she had the slender curves above, a modest bust filling out her top. Gorgeous blue eyes looked from a softly rounded face, the very image of the Girl Next Door type of model you saw popping up in nearly every soft-core mag, complete with dark blonde hair falling about her shoulders.

The director gave her one last little bit, reminding her that she was supposed to go in and be ready to flirt. Chloe bobbed her head one more time, opened the door, and stepped in. "Professor Big?" She asked, keeping her voice a little flirty already. "I was hoping we could talk about my---" she'd swayed her hips as she entered, skirt swishing, even getting ready to bend forward over the desk, already starting the motion. Chloe paused, however, staring across the room. Blue eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open, unable to hide her surprise. Hell, it took all she had not to blurt his real name out as she stared at....

 

[ToWriteAndWander]

Jamal Adams at 40 years old was a long standing college professor who was about to break all the rules about being a professor.

He was about to fuck a girl - presumably college aged or who could pass as college aged - in his classroom for a pornshoot. It'd technically be the 2nd time he'd cheat on his wife but he was doing this for her.

His wife had expensive tastes that his salary couldn't compete with. And being a small college town there weren't too many other opportunities. Tutoring after hours was only bringing in bread crumbs and his wife wanted some expensive jewelry for her birthday that was coming up. Browsing local job offers, the amount being offered for a pornshoot was too hard to pass up. Getting paid that much to fuck on camera? It'd be a first but it wasn't like his wife would see it. Or anyone he knew. There was a chance one of his students would but he doubted it would get back to his wife.

He had been surprised at his interview, with the owners wife. She got to 'test' out all the new talent before signing a contract. She was attractive enough looking but the praise she heaped on his cock only swelled his ego (and his cock). So much so that she 'helped him out' since it was 'only fair' to do since she had made him hard. She had choked on his cock, reminding him just how big he was, before he fucked her over her desk - cameras rolling of course. He finished on her face - something he hadn't done in years - before being given the contract on the spot.

And now he was here, in his very own classroom, about to fuck a 'student'. He had a few sheets of paper in his hand and he did a good job of pretending to examine them as he leaned against the desk. He was in one of his usual outfits - a button down shirt and slacks - that framed his toned, muscular body well. A few specks of grey were starting to show in his hair but only added to his look.

The door opened and he slowly looked up as a familiar voice addressed him. His eyes didn't travel very far as they drank in the young, teen body on display - a schoolgirl outfit modified to show a lot of skin. The girl was, of course, gorgeous and had a killer body. The only problem was she was one of his actual students and a freshman at that!

"What are you...uh...doing her....Miss....Snow?" He almost called her by her real name and had completely forgotten what he was supposed to call her in that moment of shock. He'd never admit but his cock did stir at her sight, moving slightly in his slacks. He was specifically going commando for the shoot, for one less layer to get through to reveal his cock.

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

This was Professor Adams, right? Chloe was almost positive of it, though she was also sincerely hoping she wasn't being racist and just thinking one black guy looked like another. No, no, that couldn't be it; she was smarter than that. Plus he just looked too much like her professor for that not to be who he was. And that look he gave her seemed to indicate that he recognized her too. Crap, this was what she got for sitting close to the front and actually participating in class. Chloe tried to quickly remember if she'd accidentally given Professor Adams any upskirt looks or flirty smiles or something. The worst should be the sort of dreamy smile she got from time to time when lectures got boring.

Oh crap, he was staring at her. Well, yeah, she was dressed like a schoolgirl slut and they had apparently run into the wrong--- Wait, her name wasn't Snow. Oh God, Chloe's eyes widened, her hands rising for a moment as if she could shake off the shock. No way! Wasn't he married!? "I'm---here to ask you about---my grades," she tried, falling back on her lines. Okay, she just needed to sort of act like she would for the porn script. If he acted all shocked and stuff, they were clearly in the wrong spot. If not then... what, she was going to let her professor fuck her? That would be just great when they met for school.

But she needed the money! Chloe glanced behind her, trying to pretend like she was just checking to make sure no one overheard. The cameraman was there, and Professor Adams hadn't mentioned him. That was another hint, right? Chloe closed the door, before turning back. She lowered a hand to the hem of her short skirt, playing with it a little. "I know I've been doing so bad in your class, Professor Big," she said, adding a bit of a pout. She took a few steps closer, shifting her hands to her front. Her arms squeezed together in front, creating a nice bit of lightly tanned cleavage. "Is there any way I could raise my grade? Maybe even get an A?"

The script had been cheesy to start with (though easy to memorize, probably because a large section was just "fuck in this position"), but now, saying it in front of an actual professor, Chloe felt almost humiliated. If Professor Adams wasn't her partner, she was never going to live it down. If he was... what then? Okay, maybe she could talk them into just doing something more softcore? She really didn't want to think about her professor throwing her onto his desk and slamming her face down into it while he thrust away at her, and that felt like a relatively tame position compared to the other options...

 

[ToWriteAndWander]

Jamal wasn't sure if this was a wet dream come true or a horrible nightmare. Watching her shut the door - almost able to see the curve of her cheeks under her too short skirt - he decided that it was a wet dream come true. What professor hadn't thought about fucking a student? Jamal certainly had. Maybe not specifically her but if she had dressed more like this in his class, he certainly would have. Hell, if the girls in his class dressed like this, he'd be holding them all after class and fucking each one of them!

She certainly had a body! Not an ounce of pudge like what his wife had these days. Maybe this was a bad idea - he'd be looking at all his female students with the intention of who to fuck. He bit his lip as she approached and gave him her lines. Jamal had suggested that the script follow the general premise but also allow for some organic dialogue too. Sure, he was a history professor, but he knew good grammar and what felt forced when he saw it.

She was in arms reach so he stood up from leaning against his desk, setting the papers down. "I was just looking over your latest exam and I agree, I think it would be a shame for your grades to suffer under your current circumstances." He reached out, letting his hand settle on her exposed waist. He loved the feel of her skin immediately, her toned body under his touch. "I think we can work something out...something we both want." He adds, pulling her towards him even as he slid his hand up to cup her breast through her top.

His cock grew from its soft state to something a little harder as he touched her breast. His large hand rested on it softly then squeezed. Who was he kidding? He was about to fuck the girl! He leaned in, his taller frame dwarfing her petite form, and pressed his lips to hers. Softly at first, then he held his mouth to hers and traced her lips with his tongue.

 

[the.amorous.bunny]

Papers down, Chloe's heart thudding, the full reality of her situation creeping up on her more and more. Grades suffering and--and he was touching her. Chloe couldn't quite suppress her stiffening of shock as his fingers grazed her exposed abdomen. Her body shuddered a little, a strange bit of relief sliding through her. At least she hadn't come to the wrong professor's office to offer to fuck him. But now that his hands were exploring her, sliding from abdomen to breast, Chloe couldn't quite pretend that this wasn't actually happening. She was going to fuck her professor. Here. In... was this his actual office? She'd been so absorbed in figuring things out she hadn't thought.

"I can think of lots of things I want, professor," she offered, trying to remember other lines or direction. Given that he'd touched her, Chloe figured a little lip bite would be a good idea. She raised her hands to touch him as well, feeling how solid he was, how warm. She let her fingers just sort of touch his chest, though they curled as he actively squeezed her. There was just something so possessive in the gesture, like he was trying out something he was about to ride. The idea sent a little flush through Chloe, and she was almost gasping as he leaned over her.

Eyes went wide as her head tilted, following his motion, figuring out what he wanted. Soon her eyes were closing as her lips touched against his. Firm lips met her soft ones as she sort of ran against him, trying to figure out how "horny" she should be making the kiss. As his tongue teased her lips, Chloe opened her mouth. Her own tongue slid out with the practice of many a teenage makeout session coming to the forefront. Her tongue teased and flitted against his, readily moving about. Chloe even figured she should probably deepen the kiss a little, lean up into it. She used her grip on him to sort of pull herself up a bit (he was taller than her), a leg raising a little. Not quite humping him, but Chloe came dangerously close.

The coed let out a soft moan, parting only a little, almost whispering lines against his lips: "So if we do this, I'll get a good grade, right?" she asked, moving to lightly kiss him. "I wouldn't do this if it wasn't for the grade, professor," there was a hint of truth in that, a sort of signal she sent out to him as well. No way was Chloe a regular porn star; he had to know that. She wasn't some overeager slut who went around fucking near strangers. No, Chloe Murrow was a good girl. she was just standing in this office making out with one of her instructors and letting him grope her because she needed money.

They call that a whore, Chloe. You're being a whore.

 

[ToWriteAndWander]

The kiss is what did it for him. She could have backed out, could have said no, could of said a million things to get out of fucking her own teacher. He could have done the same too, though. But neither of them did and her tongue twirling into his mouth, against his tongue, sealed the deal for him. He was going to fuck Chloe, one of his students! He assumed she was at least 18, but even if she was 17 it wouldn't have stopped him in that moment.

His other hand slid to her waist as they kissed, resting there as she leaned into it. Part of him wondered how many times she had done porn before, how many guys she had fucked before him. How many guys she knew like she knew him before doing it. And what her boyfriend thought of it all. Yeah, he remembered that much about her. Overhearing the gossip of the car accident he had been in and the burden it had put on her.

All thoughts of his wife were gone now too as he touched and kissed the teen girl. "Mhm, you do everything I say, pass all the....oral exams...and we'll see." He murmurs back, leaning back in to kiss her. This time he slid his tongue into her mouth knowing she was accepting of what they were doing. His hand around her waist traveled south, groping her ass through her skirt. His hand on her breast began to squeeze and massage it before moving between her breasts, starting to pop the buttons of her blouse one by one, eager to see if she had a bra on under or if she was commando like him. He didn't want to take her blouse off, but just open it.