Video of me having sex with my college professor

When I first started in Professor Hartman's class I knew that he would be my most favourite teacher. I didn't think at the time the semester was over, we'd make the sex video we did together.

Professor Hartman was young and had hair that was grey with a few streaks. I was intrigued with his deep eyes, and ferocious voice.

As I walked around the lecture hall I often noticed him catching my attention. When he stared at me, it believed I could see all parts of me.

A few days ago, 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 final task I had to complete prior to my graduation with my Bachelor's degree.

Although I was thrilled to have the opportunity to talk to Professor Hartman in person, the thought of discussing the research had me with a lot of stress. In the end, I decided to meet him at 4pm on the next day.

Prof. Hartman welcomes me to visit his office.

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

And, after he asked me to sit down and sit down, he stated, "I read the first draft of your plan."

I cringed. The stress of the semester was affecting me. I realised that I wasn't putting into my best self.

"Sorry Professor." I replied. "I am aware that it could use some improvement. I've been stressed and overwhelmed during this time."

"I am sure you can do amazing work," he said. "When I saw this, I realised that you'd be under a lot of pressure in this class."

He went on to say, "I think we should look at relaxation strategies. Are there any strategies you're using right now to reduce stress?"

Recently, I've let the stress consume me. I wasn't managing it at any level.

"Not at all," I responded. "Do you have any recommendations?"

"One of my research areas is the impact that sexuality can affect stress levels," he said. "If you're okay with me asking what is the most frequent time you spend your time trying to calm yourself?"

I was blushing. I'd been sat for so long doing my homework that I'd shut any thoughts of sexual sex of my thoughts.

"Well..."Meh... 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 scream tonight. After that, we'll check in to see if you're less anxious."

It was unlike any other assignment I've ever received, but I said I was prepared to take it on.

When I got ready for my departure when he came in, he told me "Oh and another thing. I'd like to see you record this experiment. Send me the video."

Professor Hartman requested that I create an sex film for his. I was soaking wet when I thought about it. I couldn't wait to go back home.

I create a sexy video with my instructor

In the evening I followed through with what I had promised.

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

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

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

My clit was in pain as I imagined Professor Hartman sitting in front of me as I took a gulp of his neck.

I walked over to my table at night and I pulled daddy from the drawer.

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

I pulled the dildo further into my body and then was able to move it into and out faster and faster. I could sense myself advancing to reach a point of climax.

The body started shaking once I sat in an orgasm. I felt it all over the entire 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 hit send.

My body started to ease. The thoughts of Professor Hartman taking me to the bathroom remained in my head until I fell asleep.

My professor viewed my video of sex

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

The message read "Come into my workplace at 6 pm today. I'd like to demonstrate to you more relaxation strategies."

My heart raced. I wasn't sure what kind of techniques he'd be teaching and I was eager to learn more.

Around 6pm I knocked on the office of Professor Hartman.

"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 the camera.

"I would like to show you another way to help you de-stress," he said as setting up the camera. "I'd like to record it for research, if it's appropriate."

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

"You'll have to be completely naked in order to record it," Professor Hartman said when he hit the record button to begin the video of sexual sex.

He begins to record the video of sex

He reached me then turned me around and sat me down close in his arms. My back was placed against his chest as he pulled each button off of my shirt.

Then, my shirt fell off, and then I put on my bra.

Then the man pulled my jeans and panties down at the same 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 inside me. While his fingers swung within me, his hand teasing my nipples.

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

He then knelt in front of me.

While his fingers were moving between my genitals the man moved his tongue around my neck. He didn't stop when he sensed my body begin to tighten up, ready for an orgasm.

He continued to go on and on until my body began shaking. I gasped in ecstasy while my entire body was clenched and unrestrained with a thumping.

Professor Hartman was my therapist as my body shook in delight. The moment was over the camera was shut off by Hartman.

He looked me in the eye with eyes that sparkled and then said, "We may need to be more frequent in our meetings to ensure you're completely at ease."

With my breath still shaky I said "I'd like to hear that Professor."