Video of me having sex with one of my college professors

My first day in Hartman's class was the best. I didn't know that we would have sex together at the end of the semester.

Professor Hartman was young and had grey streaks in his hair. His dark eyes and passionate voice captured my attention.

He often caught my eye while I was pacing in the room during lectures. He looked at me and I felt that he could see all of my parts.

He stopped me one day after class.

"Could I meet you in my office tomorrow?" he asked. "I would like to discuss your final projects."

This was my final assignment before I graduated with my Bachelor's.

Although I was delighted to be able to meet Professor Hartman face-to-face, the thought of having to discuss the project brought me so much stress. I finally agreed to meet with him at 4pm on the next day.

Professor Hartman invites you to his office

Professor Hartman advised me to "make yourself comfortable" when I arrived at his office on the following day.

He motioned for me to sit and said, "I have read the first draft of this project."

I cringed. The semester was stressful and I knew that I wasn't putting my best foot forward.

"Sorry Professor," I replied. It needs to be improved. "I'm just so stressed and busy this semester."

He said, "I know that you are capable of brilliant work." "When I saw this, I knew that you had to be stressed this semester."

He said, "I believe we should talk about relaxation strategies." Are there any things you do now to reduce stress?

I let stress overtake me lately. It was overwhelming.

I replied, "Not really." "Do you have any recommendations?"

He said, "One of my research areas is the impact sexuality can have upon stress." "If you won't mind me asking, how often do you spend time pleading to yourself ?"

I blushed. I blushed. I had spent so much time doing homework lately that I had forgotten about any thoughts of sex.

"Well... I don’t really have the time for that type of thing," I replied.

Professor Hartman stated, "Let's do an experiment." "I want to see you orgasm tonight. We'll then check in to see if your stress levels have dropped.

Although it was a unique assignment, I said I was open to trying.

He said to me as I was about to leave, "Oh, and one more thing." You should film the experiment. Send me the video.

Professor Hartman asked me to create a sexvideo for him. Just thinking about it made me feel soaked. I could not wait to go home.

I create a sexvideo for my professor

Later that night I fulfilled my promise.

After I finished my homework, I got in bed and took off my clothes.

I set up the camera on my computer and began the video. I placed my hand between my legs, and began moving my finger around my clit. I couldn't help but think about Professor Hartman.

I was struck by the movement of his hands as he spoke. I imagined his hands reaching out to my waist and pulling me towards him.

My clit was throbbing as I thought of Professor Hartman standing before me while I sucked on his cock.

I reached for my bedside table, pulled out a dildo from the drawer, and sat down.

I held the tip of the sock against my pussy opening and imagined Professor Hartman fucking me.

I pulled the dildo closer to me, and it moved in and out faster and faster. I could sense my body reaching its peak.

As I had an orgasm, my body started shaking. It was felt throughout my body.

I stopped the recording. I attached it to an email, wrote "For Professor Hartman" in the subject line, then hit send.

My body started to relax. My mind remained occupied with the thought of Professor Hartman sucking me until I fell asleep.

My sex video was watched by my professor

I received an unread email the next morning.

It said, "Come to me today at 6pm. I have some relaxation strategies for you.

My heart stopped beating. Although I wasn't sure what kind of strategies he would be teaching, I was eager to learn.

I knocked at Professor Hartman's door at 6pm.

He opened the door and said, "Come in, Come in",

I sat down in the chair next to his desk. He reached for something from his desk. It was a camera.

He said, "I want you to see something else that will help you destress," as he set up his camera. If you're okay, I'd love to film it for research.

I nodded inexplicably. I was unsure of what he was going to tell me, but my heart beat loudly.

Professor Hartman stated, "You'll need be fully undressed to do this," as he hit the record button to begin the sex video.

He begins recording the sex videos

He reached out to me and turned me around. Then he held me close to his chest. He pressed my back against his chest, while unzipping each button on my shirt.

My shirt was first to come off and then my bra.

He pulled down my pants and pantyhose simultaneously. He moved his hands away from my neck towards my chest and then finally placed them between my legs.

He put two fingers in my pussy. It was so good to feel him in my body. His fingers moved inside me while his other hand teasingly licked my nipples.

Each time I sensed myself getting closer to a climax he slowed down and paused, making it difficult for me to wait for the release of tension that I needed so desperately.

He then knelt down in front of me.

His fingers were moving in and out my pussy while he swirled my tongue around my clit. He didn't stop until I felt my body start to tense up, ready for orgasm.

My body began to shake and he continued his work. My body began to clench and unclench rhythmically, while I moaned in exile .

Professor Hartman held my hand while I screamed in delight. He stopped the camera when the moment was over.

I was captivated by his smile and he said that we might need to meet more often to ensure you are fully relaxed.

I was still breathless and said, "I'd love that, Professor."