Making a sex video with my college professor

By Leah Emry

On my first day in Professor Hartman’s class, I knew he’d be my favorite teacher. I never guessed by the end of the semester he and I would make a sex video together. 

Professor Hartman was young with streaks of gray in his beard. I was captivated by his dark eyes and passionate voice. 

While pacing the room during a lecture, he often caught my eye. When he looked at me, I felt like he could see every part of me. 

One day he stopped me after class. 

“Could you meet me in my office tomorrow?” He said. “I want to discuss your final project.” 

This project was the final assignment I had to complete before graduating with my Bachelor’s. 

While I was thrilled to get to speak with Professor Hartman one-on-one, the idea of discussing the project filled me with so much stress. Eventually, I agreed to meet him at 4pm the next day. 

Professor Hartman invites me to his office

“Make yourself comfortable,” Professor Hartman said when I arrived at his office the next day. 

Then, motioning for me to take a seat, he said, “I read the first draft of your project.” 

I cringed. The semester’s stress was getting to me; I knew I wasn’t turning in my best work. 

“Sorry, Professor,” I said. “I know it needs improvements. I’ve just been so stressed and busy this semester.”

“I know you’re capable of brilliant work,” he said. “When I read this, I knew you must be stressed this semester.” 

He continued, “I think we should discuss relaxation strategies. Is there anything you’re doing now to manage stress?”

Lately, I’d been letting the stress overwhelm me. I wasn’t managing it at all. 

“Not really,” I responded. “Do you have recommendations?”

“One of my areas of research is the effect sexuality can have on stress,” he said. “If you don’t mind my asking, how often do you spend time pleasuring yourself?”

I blushed. I’d spent so much time on homework lately, I’d pushed any thoughts of sex out of my mind. 

“Well… I don’t really have time for that kind of thing,” I answered.

“Let’s try an experiment,” Professor Hartman said. “I want you to orgasm tonight. Then, we’ll check back in to see if you’re less stressed.”

It was unlike any assignment I’d ever been given but I told him I was willing to try.

As I was getting ready to go, he said, “Oh and one more thing. I’d like you to film this experiment. And send me the video.”

Professor Hartman wanted me to make a sex video for him. I felt myself getting wet just thinking about it. I couldn’t wait to get home.

I make a sex video for my professor

Later that night, I did as I promised. 

After finishing my homework, I got into bed and pulled my clothes off. 

I set up my computer’s camera and started the video. I put my hand between my legs and moved my finger in circles around my clit. I couldn’t stop thinking about Professor Hartman. 

I thought of the way his hands moved while he spoke. I thought of those hands reaching for my waist, pulling me toward him. 

My clit was throbbing when I thought of Professor Hartman standing in front of me while I sucked on his cock. 

I reached over to my bedside table and pulled a dildo out of the drawer. 

I held the tip of it against the opening of my pussy and imagined Professor Hartman pausing just before fucking me.

I pushed the dildo deeper inside me and moved it in and out, quicker and quicker. I could feel myself beginning to climax. 

My body began shaking as I reached an orgasm. I felt it throughout my entire body. 

I stopped the video recording. I uploaded it as an email attachment, typed “For Professor Hartman” into the subject line, and pressed send.

Then, my body began to relax. The thought of Professor Hartman fucking me stayed in my mind until I fell asleep.

My professor watched my sex video

The next morning, I had an unread message in my email. 

It read, “Come to my office today at 6pm. I need to show you some more relaxation strategies.”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know what type of strategies he’d be teaching, but I couldn’t wait to find out. 

At 6pm sharp, I knocked on Professor Hartman’s office door. 

“Come in, come in,” he said as he opened the door. 

I sat in the chair near his desk. He reached to pull something out of his desk. It was a camera.

“I want to show you something else that’ll help you destress,” he said as he set up the camera. “I’d like to film it for research if that’s okay.”

I nodded breathlessly. My heart was beating loudly, wondering what he was about to show me. 

“You’ll need to be fully undressed for this,” Professor Hartman said as he pressed the record button to start the sex video. 

He starts recording the sex video

He reached for me, turned me around, and held me close to his body. My back was pressed against his chest while he undid each button of my shirt. 

First, my shirt came off, and then my bra. 

Then, he pulled my jeans and panties down all at once. He moved his hands from my neck to my chest, and finally they rested between my legs. 

He placed two fingers inside my pussy. I gasped at how good it felt to have him inside me. While his fingers moved around inside me, his other hand teased my nipples. 

Every time I felt myself coming closer to a climax, he slowed and paused, making me wait for that release of tension I wanted – needed – so badly. 

Then, he knelt in front of me. 

While his fingers kept moving in and out of my pussy, he swirled his tongue around my clit. This time, he didn’t stop when he felt my body begin to tense up, preparing for orgasm. 

He kept going while my body started to shake. I moaned in ecstasy as my body clenched and unclenched rhythmically. 

Professor Hartman held me while my body convulsed in pleasure. When the moment ended, he stopped the camera. 

He looked at me with a gleam in his eye and said, “We may need to meet more regularly to make sure you’re fully relaxed.”

Still breathless, I said, “I’d like that, Professor.”