"You can pick up the notes from one of the other students, Marianne," Professor Morrissey said brusquely. "It was the class on illegal searches and seizures."

She hadn't come to his office after hours to be so easily dismissed.

"I can't rely on other students. That's why I came to you."

He looked up from his desk finally, his sloe-eyed stare piercing her with dark curiosity. She flashed him the smile she knew was her most devastating.

"I'm particularly interested in strip searches," she continued, tossing her long blonde hair back over her shoulders to reveal her braless breasts under the clingy white top. Even before she touched a finger to a nipple, she knew it was hard.

"Marianne, I don't think this is the appropriate �"

She tilted her head, still smiling as she stroked the gentle slope of her full breast. "What's not appropriate? Searches? Seizures? Students who need help?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You shouldn't be touching yourself in front of me that way." His gaze kept returning to her voluptuous chest.

"Why? Does it make you hard?"

She'd never seen skin as dark as his blush, but there it was � a deepening of his color as he blinked nervously. "Please stop, Marianne."

"If I were a criminal, what kind of search would be legal?" She worked herself from the front of his desk to his side. Once there, her free hand played with the hem of her very short skirt. He watched cautiously, ready to stop but not discourage her.

"Better yet," she continued, "I'd love for you to show me what's illegal." Grabbing a handful of skirt at her crotch, she raised it to reveal a smoothly shaved pussy. Her juices had already started to spread to the insides of her thighs.

His hands trembled and he now stared at her with an appealing mix of confusion and desire. She wanted to help him as much as she wanted to toy with him.

She slid a finger over her clit and pushed it between her swollen pussy lips. "I feel certain this would be prohibited by law," she whispered.

With great effort, he got to his feet, using the desk for support. "Get on the desk." His command came out as a bit of a croak, but she complied anyway.

As he helped her climb on top of the desk, he let one hand cup a luscious breast while the other sampled her dripping snatch. He positioned her so that her ass stuck up in the air, begging for a spanking. He slid her tiny skirt up over her shapely behind to expose her completely.

After fingering her slippery folds until her moans were constant, he slapped her rounded globes gently. She felt her skin ignite under his touch.

"You're a naughty girl, Marianne. Making me want to fuck you right here in the classroom."

His warm, sensitive hands traveled over her body with a slow hunger. When his cock plunged into her wet, waiting hole, she gasped and threw her body into his thrusts, forcing him deeper inside her.