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Private Lesson	By : Naomi333 Category: +M through R > Professor Layton and the Curious Village Views: 2839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Professor Layton game series or any of the characters. This fanfiction is done purely for entertainment purposes and no profit is being made. Not suitable for minors, and may contain mild OOC.

Chapter List
- 1-Private Lesson
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Part of being a gentleman means going out of your way to those in need. There is no need for reward, or even praise, it is simply what a gentleman does. More often than not, just doing that is enough reward. However, in one particular instance, though he hated to admit it, Hershel Layton felt that he would need a bit more than the satisfaction of following the gentleman code for his current situation. One of his colleagues, another Archeology professor was on a temporary leave of absence. The man had been unwell for quite some time, and as it turned out, in the middle of the semester he needed surgery that would take him out of commission for a couple of months. Being the gentleman that he is and feeling sorry for the professor along with the students, Layton decided that he would give lectures to the other classes so that they could complete their course and not let the students fall behind. He spoke with his ill colleague about his classes, what material they had covered, what they needed to cover, the times, and the days of the lectures. After speaking with the Dean for a few hours and making some announcements to the other students, Hershel got to work in finding a way to continue teaching his current class along with the alternate. After painstakingly finding ways to maneuver the times and schedules for the classes he successfully created a way to accommodate everyone in both time and academics. All seemed well at first, but it didn’t take long for the extra work to start catching up to him. For one thing, he couldn’t take time aside to solve strange mysteries that had been floating about recently. He was so busy that he was lucky if he could have a few minutes alone with a rubik’s cube before passing out from exhaustion. It was thanks to any or all gods in heaven that Emmy was around to help. Without her assistance the Professor would not have been able to continue juggling two different sets of classes. Aside from helping him gather his materials, she helped him put together his lectures, keep the office tidy, and bring him tea to keep him energized. These, along with the many other tasks that she performed were of great help to him. There were times however where he felt a bit guilty. With so much work to do, the two of them barely had time for dates, much less anything else. Granted, they got to spend a lot of time together, but it was hard not having any “intimate” alone time. Though Layton had apologized on numerous occasions, Emmy never once complained and simply continued to smile. Every time this happened, Hershel couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. A woman who was not only smart, and beautiful, but she was also amazingly patient, and extremely helpful. Unbeknownst to him however, Emmy was getting quite impatient. She made sure not to show her irritation, but in all honesty she was less than happy with the situation. It wasn’t so much that she was mad at the fact that there was extra work, but the fact that there was too much. She admired his sense of a “gentleman’s duty” that he followed passionately, but she knew that without her help he would have bitten off more than he can chew. Though her tanned lover was far from old, he wasn’t quite that young either. Unlike the students, he didn’t have quite the same energy and endurance that they did. It wasn’t unusual for him to be so loaded with work that he would stay the night at the office. After what felt like the entire year later, classes were reaching their end. It was the last day of class, and also the last day of Emmy’s patience. The two hadn’t had sex in a close to a couple of months, which was taxing on both of them. Emmy didn’t fault Hershel for that, or not completely. Though it was his fault for taking on such a Herculean task, it wasn’t his fault that as a human he would run out of energy from it. In that time her frustration had been slowly building, she had been fantasizing of him. His kisses, his body, his dick, they all got her body hot and wanting. Now that it was the last day, there was no excuse, they were going to have sex one way or another that day. As she smiled devilishly to herself, the top hat wearing professor stepped into the office.
“Good morning Emmy”
“Good morning Hershel” she smiled sweetly, all while her eyes still glimmered mischievously.
He sat down at his chair and let out a sigh as he did so.
“Thank goodness the semester is over. I can’t thank you enough for all of your help Emmy”
She then grinned at him like the cat grins at the caged canary. What had started as a relieved smile on the gentleman’s face, had formed into a look of worry and nervousness.
“Oh there is a way you can thank me Hershel dear”
She then proceeded to climb into his lap and kiss his lips hotly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinded herself against him. For a brief moment, Hershel had been returning the kisses, and like her had been moaning softly as his hands roamed her body. When he gained enough control to get them back to her shoulder’s, he used every last scrap of willpower to pull her back. Initially she was confused, but that had only lasted a second before she was glaring at him.
“I’m sorry Emmy, but we can’t do that here”
“Oh but we can, and we will” she said smiling at him again.
That last statement had him growing increasingly worried, but the button-eyed man knew that if he stuck to his guns he’d be able to delay his inevitable “passion” to later that night when the classes were done. As soon as he finished that mental statement, he felt a pair of boots squeeze their way between his back and the chair as the strong legs they were attached to wraped around him. Once her legs were locked, she gave him a squeeze just to lightly knock the wind him by surprise. As she did this, she pulled out the furry cuffs from her jacket and at light speed put them on his wrists. Layton couldn’t help but feel amazed at what was going on. In less than a minute he was helpless beneath his assistant’s sweet rump, and was going to be violated in his own office. He felt a light spark in his loins at that. He too had missed making passionate love to the marvelous woman before him. The feel of her soft skin, the warmth of her breasts, the tightness of her drooling womanhood, remembering them all made his loins start to burn more. At this time he noticed her kissing and nipping at his neck after rolling down his collar. She also gave a firm nip to his earlobe which made him let out a light shudder. Emmy felt a sense of victory rush over her as she lifted his shirt and started licking and kissing his chest. The taste of his strong flesh and the feel of her tongue against his firm muscles was driving her mad. Though she was still wearing all of her clothes, she knew that she was getting wet and was almost ready to just thrust herself on him. If she hadn’t been so stubborn she would have, but she refused to let it end so quickly. She was going to savor the pleasure that she had been deprived of for so long. She stood up for but a moment to take off her jacket and toss it aside, and swiftly removed her bowtie. As she started to unbutton her blouse she knelt before the knees of her scholarly captive. Her soft hands made their way to the elastic of his trousers before pulling them down along with his underwear, revealing the swollen and erect treasure beneath them. Her mouth watered as she started lapping at his leaking cock. Though she wanted to start slowly, she just couldn’t resist. Her tongue was flying wildly all over his hot flesh, and as soon as he was thoroughly covered in saliva she took him into her mouth in a single gulp. She started sucking on his manhood like her life depended on it. The feeling of her mouth and throat being filled with this juicy dick was making her pussy throb in need. As she held him with one hand, the other unbuttoned her pants and slid underneath her panties as she started rubbing her folds and clit between her two fingers. She moaned into his dick as she pleasured herself, and as this happened Hershel let out small moans as well. A part of him wanted to stop, they were on school grounds and performing such inappropriate conduct. Yet on the other hand it felt too good, too good to fight. When he finally threw his head back making his hat fall to the floor, he let out a loud moan as he shot his sticky white load into her hungry mouth. Whatever self-control and professional resolve he had left was now gone. His black eyes shined with lust as he started to pant with desire. He looked at Emmy, wordlessly asking her to remove the cuffs. She knew that at this point he wasn’t going anywhere but inside of her. She stood up and took them off. As soon as she did a pair of powerful arms grabbed her by the waist and carried her to his desk. He took one arm and with a powerful swipe knocked everything to the floor. Writing utensils clattered and papers fluttered as he placed Emmy at the edge of the desk. Like she had with him, he grabbed the hem of her pants and underwear, and yanked them off revealing her pale and naked flesh. Seeing her naked womanhood already glistening with desire killed any sense of gentlemanliness, and filled him with animalistic lust. He then took each of her ankles in his hands and flung them upward, making her fall back. Ordinarily Emmy would be a bit irritated by him being rough, but before she could process what had happened she felt his warm mouth all over her pussy. Her lips and clit were all sucked into his mouth and his tongue explored the surface and the caverns of her pussy with vigor. He licked at her juices and slurped at her nethers as he was desperate to taste the sweetness of her arousal. His warm tongue started assaulting her clit with great speed and ferocity while he took a strong digit and slipped it in and out of her. Within seconds of the attack, the young woman’s walls were clamping down as she let out an orgasmic moan. As she lay panting on the desk, she felt her entrance being prodded by something large and hot. She looked at him with pleasure clouded eyes and reached between her legs. She put her fingers on her lower lips and spread them open, and without a word her silent plea had been fulfilled. She gasped as the older man before her had rammed his cock deep into her waiting pussy with ease. The instant he was buried within her, he pulled back just as fast, almost completely withdrawing himself just before thrusting back in. The tan hips were moving at full speed and showed no signs of slowing as his strong hands held firmly onto her buttocks. Hershel just couldn’t control himself. It had been so long since his cock had gotten to feel the tight, wet, embrace of the brunette’s pussy. The pleasure was so fantastic that the second he was in her, there was no need to savor. The only need was to thrust for dear life. Emmy was far from dissatisfied, she was loving every second of it. Her legs wrapped around his hips in pleasure, making sure that he stayed inside until she was satisfied as he continued to pound himself into her. She loved the feeling of her aching wetness being filled so briskly. Her g-spot was struck hard with every thrust, making her writhe on the hard wood desk. As the professor continued to plunge deep inside his lover, sweat beaded all over their skin and sexual juices started to pool at the edge of the desk. When a small white hand reached down between the pair of connecting nethers, one of the fingers pushed down on the tiny pink nub and as soon as it had, Emmy let out a great moan as she climaxed. In response to her pussy clamping down hard onto his cock the professor thrust one last time deep into Emmy and let out a grunt as his hips twitched and his cock shot out a thick load of cum. As soon as he had emptied himself inside her, Layton pulled out, watching his seed seep out from between the swollen pink lips. He wanted so badly to resume their love-making, but when he looked up at the clock on the wall he realized that he was going to be late for his next class. The professor panicked and pulled up his pants while gathering his hat and a stack of test sheets.
“Emmy, I do apologize for the rudeness but I’m afraid I’m going to be tardy for the next class. After classes are done for the day we can resume”
He said as he finished gathering his things and ran out the door. Emmy smiled and started putting her clothes back on. She wished that she could enjoy the afterglow, but she knew that she had already pushed a limit by tempting her boss and lover into having sex on his desk during work hours. She let out a slight giggle as she remembered seeing a slight red mark on Layton’s upper neck.
“Such a good private lesson deserves good marks, after all” she said to herself as she giggled more.
The professor had gotten to his class only a few minutes late, but he was completely out of breath. As he walked into the classroom he apologized to the students. He then started passing out the test sheets, still winded. As everyone was given their test, the professor explained the exam briefly.
“Are there any questions?” He asked finally catching his breath.
A handful of students had their hands raised. The professor pointed to one of the young men, who then put his hand down and asked.
“Professor, what is that on your neck?”
The mocha haired man froze as he put his hand to his neck.
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