[M4F] Meet me after class...

Being the head of a department meant that Dr. Grey had to do things he didn't really want to do. Dr. Bernard, a young professor who had studied under Dr. Grey, was met with immediate relocation upon some private controversy that he had gotten involved in. Due to a stipend and pay raise that Dr. Grey could not simply refuse, he reluctantly took the hush money and dropped his PhD course this semester for a lecture hall with a hundred students. It wasn't his first choice, but he was planning to build a sun room in his hundred-year-old house. Even a fool couldn't resist an offer like that.

While the first day of classes began, the demeanor and eagerness of freshmen college students poured in through the two entrances. He could tell that some were relieved to have survived their first semester, while others were already looking for a way out. He expected half at most to survive until the end of the course. Not because this was some rigorous endeavor, but showing up for an 8AM lecture for most students wasn't something high on their list.

Dr. Grey, while accomplished, was still human. It was the first time in a decade since he'd spoken in a lecture hall in front of freshmen instead of professionals in business casual attire. Himself? He was wearing something as simple as a beige collared shirt tucked into some tapered grey dress pants. His button-up would be rolled up towards his forearms as his glasses sat low on his chest, only using it when necessary. The paper cup of coffee sat to his right, his paper notes in front. He didn't have time to make pretty PowerPoint slides or take attendance. He spoke with clarity and concisely and laid out the expectations for the semester. Nothing about himself, only about Psychology 102.

After a few hands were raised and quiet whispers heard, his brown eyes couldn't help but fixate on a blondie that had been clearly acting too giddy for a psychology lecture. Even after his eyes scanned below and above June, they became magnetized onto her figure and what lay underneath. The small table that split everyone's bodies in half hid a secret, just for the professor. He rolled his eyes mentally, deep thoughts that remained there until the hour was up. June's skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs, legs parted enough for Dr. Grey to catch a shining glimpse.

"See you all Wednesday. Please remember to have read chapter 1 by then. If you don't have access to the book, the bookstore closes in about 20 minutes." He looked down at his stunning silver Cartier watch as students and TAs alike started to flow out by the second. His eyes scanned, the same giggly expression from the blonde and a rather concerning look from the brunette.

He called the two up to the front, his laptop displaying the roster for the semester, which had far more students than he was used to. Although stoic in nature, Dr. Grey would be lying if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit nervous. The two somehow looked better up close, June with a flashing smile while Rae couldn't stop rubbing her arm.

The man took a sip before continuing. "Please. My office. The back door here connects. It's not a long walk." He shut his laptop with one hand while gesturing the girls to the wooden door behind. It was some sort of tunnel, passing through other professors' office space, most of which was vacant due to the long weekend.

Room 45 B. Dr. Grey, Head of Psychology. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING.

He'd be lying if he said he never got himself into any trouble. He had a habit of...slutting himself out at times, especially during conferences. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of the pie when a world-renowned professor offers? At the end of the day, who was the public going to believe? A "made up" story (that actually happened) or the professor?

Across the long rectangular deep red stained oak office desk were two chairs for June and Rae to take a seat at. Dr. Grey quietly closed the door to his office with a slight click of a lock. He sat across from the two girls, with his hands interlocked with one another. A clear wedding ring present.

"I called you ladies into my office because I noticed some...irregularities." He spoke with the same stoic and clear tone as the lecture. "Surely you all were talking about the course while I was talking...right? I mean, psychology is just such a funny topic to talk about." He cleared his throat, giving some time to let the feeling of small shame set in.

"I suppose you also think it's funny to flash your panties at me like I'm a frat boy?" He tilted his head, looking in the direction of the small tease, disregarding Rae for now. Dr. Grey leaned back in his chair moments after, one hand on the desk and one on his waistline.

"If you're going to flash something at me, I expect to see all of it." The professor's voice changed. It somehow got deeper and even more commanding, as if this wouldn't land him in hot water.

"Got cold feet already? You, baggy hoodie and jeans, follow suit, yeah?" He nodded his head over to Rae, clearly embarrassed and frightened.

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Hello DPP! I'm looking for a story about an accomplished professor (my character) who will slowly corrupt and take advantage of the college freshmen that stand before him. He's eye candy, smart, and deliciously dapper.

I would like for you to pick who you'd want to play in this story! Will it be the slutty blonde who can't resist but think about the secret he has hidden between his trousers and will do anything to get a hold of it? What about the shy, introverted virgin who's been a bookworm her whole life?

This can be as sweet as candy, or as dark as we'd want it to be. I am NOT requiring for the odd girl out to be present in this roleplay.

If you're interested, please message me!! I'm taking any and all experience levels <3.

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Kinks: age/size differences, oral (receiving and giving), worship (tits, ass, pussy, etc.), realistic proportions, unrealistic proportions, choking, clothing control, cum (creampies, facials, any and anything cum related), dirty talking, exhibitionism/public play, videography/photography, face sitting/face fucking, lingerie, bdsm, size differences, nicknames, and plenty more.

Limits: scat, vomit, excessive blood