A few hours later, I was back at his office waiting to go in. I knocked and he asked me to come in.

"Close the door behind you. Oh, please lock it. I don't want any interruptions."

I did as he asked me, turning then to catch the look in his eyes as he took me in.
I was wearing a short black skirt, lacy and ruffled, reminiscent of a French maid’s outfit, with a Bordeaux-colored corset top, I wore neither panties nor bra. Just that, silk stockings, and my garter. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. The look on his face said that I had worn the right outfit. (I was secretly mortified that I had read the situation wrong and would make a total ass of myself.) So far so good.

"I think I know what's on your mind."

"You do, Professor?"

"Yes, and call me Jon."

"What do you think it is, Jon?"

He stood up from his desk and I gasped, seeing the enormous erection straining in his pants.  I gulped secretly pleased that I had guessed right; it looked monstrous.

"So, am I right? Has my cock been distracting you?"

"Very much, sir."

"Well, we can't have a straight-A student like you getting bad grades because of a silly little distraction, can we?"

"No sir, we can't," I said without taking my eyes off his prize.  Clearly this was by far the largest penis I'd ever seen, I thought, which was confirmed moments later when he took it out of his pants. It had to be at least nine inches, big, thick, veiny and beautiful. All I really remember thinking was how I was going to fit all of that into my mouth, let alone into my pussy. He walked over to where I stood, numbly staring at his enormous cock, then in a soft yet demanding voice, he told me to get on my knees. Which I did, gladly. "Now, suck my cock."

To Be Continued...