"I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you" my professor whispered in my ear as he ground his hard cock against me.
I had worn the short, red, plaid skirt that I knew drove him crazy, along with a white button up blouse that he could see my ample breasts through as I had not worn a bra underneath. I had sat directly in his line of sight, spreading my legs wide under my desk, stroking my thighs, pinching my nipples when he glanced at me. He had stood behind his podium the whole time to hide his erection. I knew there would be consequences for my actions when he asked me to stay after class. I was already wet in anticipation of them. But I had thought they'd come after classes.
"No", I whispered. "We can't here. Someone could walk in."
"I locked the door already." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "You don't get to tell me no, Kitten."
Before I could protest further, he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His other hand palmed my breast roughly before pinching my nipple hard, twisting it. I moaned loudly into his mouth, my panties getting more and more soaked by the minute. God I loved how he just took what he wanted.
I stroked his cock through his pants while I sucked on his tongue. He released me only long enough to undo his pants and pull out his long, thick cock. He grabbed my hair again, forcing me to my knees in front of him, his desk at my back.
"Open wide for me, baby." His voice was rough with the barely restrained lust coursing through him. Oh I was going to pay later for teasing him. I couldn't wait.
But I obeyed. I met his eyes as I opened my mouth for him, waiting.
"Good girl", he groaned, and slowly slid his cock into my mouth. I stroked his thighs and buttocks as I sucked on him. His gentleness broke a few seconds later as his grip in my hair tightened. He started thrusting deeper, harder into my mouth, into my throat, threatening to make me gag. He paused after a few seconds to let me take a breath before he started fucking my face again. I was braced against his desk with nowhere to go. I kept my jaw and throat relaxed, allowing him to pump into my throat, waiting for him to come so I could swallow him down. With tears dripping down my face, ruining my mascara, and my own wetness slick on my thighs, I palmed my own breasts to encourage him, pinching and twisting my nipples.
"Fuck baby", he growled. He hauled me up by my hair, spun me around and pushed me over his desk so fast I could barely track what had happened. He shoved my panties down my thighs, and buried his cock in my soaking wet pussy from behind me in a single, violent thrust. I moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls.
