I couldn't concentrate on a single thing for the following week. The throbbing between my legs took up my entire consciousness. It had been a week since I had walked into my professor's office and came all over his desk. Since then, there had been no extra attention to show that we had finally fulfilled a fantasy I had been harboring for the past three months. I decided to try my luck and push his buttons like the flirt I am.
His next class, I made a point to arrive early to secure a font row seat that faced his lectern. Today, I had chosen to go about my plan with slightly more subtlety, with a mid-thigh skirt that flowed as I walked. Since it had started to get colder, I used a jacket to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra under the spandex tank top I was wearing. Only the tension of the material kept my breasts from swinging as I walked, and made my nipples the main show. As he walked into the classroom, I took my time to admire his build. Broad shoulders tapered down to a solid waist built from hiking and running. His forearms were tanned and rippled from under his button up. He knew rolling up the sleeves like that made me wiggle in my seat, any guilt I felt about trying my best to give him a raging hard on during class disappeared.
Taking up his position in front of me, the lecture started. The exact topic escapes me, but I do know that my professor noticed my distinct lack of underwear by the second slide. The skirt was loose enough that the material could stay at an appropriate length down my thighs, while conveniently showing my professor how wet and plump my pussy looked. He was an animated lecturer, who usually spent his time striding up and down the length of the board. His trips to the opposite end were becoming more infrequent as the slides continued. Slipping one hand out of my jacket sleeve, I slowly started rubbing my tender nipples. They were already excited at my fantasies, but knowing that I was playing with myself in a room full of my peers while my professor watched, ohhh that thought was enough to make stifling my moans hard.
He shot me looks that made my knees weaken. I knew he was loving the show. And I know he was planning on how to punish me for causing him to lose blood from his larger brain during class. Switching hands, my breathing was coming harder. I wanted to feel his hand on my ass again, his cock down my throat. By the time class had ended, I could have sworn I had a wet patch on my skirt and not a single note taken.
While putting away my useless notebook, I noticed his boots approaching me.
"Stay after class. I need to speak with you about your homework," his tone raised goosebumps on my arm. Damn. I was in for it.
I stayed sitting until the last student had left. Standing up, I made a point to swish my skirt as I approached him. He was standing in front of the simple desk that is included in every college classroom.
"Yeah? You wanted to see me?" I bounced on the balls of my feet. Might as well jump to the point, I don't think I could stand this much longer. I needed him to touch me.
"Excuse me? It seems like our last lesson did not make much of an impression on you. It seems like you need another." And his hand was on the nape of my neck, bringing my body against his. I couldn't help myself, grinding my hips into the bulge I could feel. His other hand slide my jacket down my shoulders, leaving it wrapped around my elbows so I couldn't use my arms.
"You wanted to show off for me today, didn't you?" he asked me, obviously not expecting an answer as he wrenched by tank top down. I stiffened as my nipples felt the air hit them. I loved this, showing myself to him out in the open. I threw my head back as one of his hands left my arms to slide the pad of his fingers over my left nipple. His tongue followed in a pattern that was soon to make me weak in the knees. His fingers pinched and rolled each nipple, following the pressure with the sweet sensation of his tongue licking each nipple. He started to bite them gently, and, encouraged by my moans, continued. By now my back was to the desk, with my professor pressing me against it. "I loved watching you play with yourself during my class, but you will pay for it now," he growled in my ear. Thank god, I need this I thought to myself.
"I know you like being spanked, but let's test that shall we?" he asked as he twisted me around. My hands, still wrapped in my own jacket, saved my hard nipples from the cold top of the desk. Standing behind me, he kicked my legs apart, pressing his lower body against mine. I couldn't help myself by push back against the rock hard bulge I felt between my ass cheeks. I remembered his girth from last time and the anticipation built. "Let's see how wet I can make you just from spanking," with that, my skirt was around my hips, my bare ass showing goosebumps from the cold.
"Please sir" I whimpered.
"What. Tell me what you want" he said, leaning closer to breathe along my back.
"Spank me till my ass is red, please sir. I need it" I couldn't believe I was telling him this. I had never told anyone what I really thought about at night, with my fingers slipping along my folds. I loved rubbing my clit and thinking about being spanked until I couldn't take it. Of being filled with a huge dick while being spanked like the slut I was. And here it was, happening.
My professor raised his hand, landing a smack in my middle of my right cheek. He left his hand there, groping my ass, pulling and scratching it. Another hit and I moaned louder, "please sir, harder". He started a rhythm, alternating between each ass cheek. I could feel the flames starting on my ass, burning with the most blissful pain. My professor stopped, using a finger to delicately feel my clit.
"God, yes, please, sir. I need your cock." I was dripping, I knew it. I had felt my thighs slipping against each other minutes ago.
"Damn, you are a slut. You are flooding this desk. I know we never got a chance to talk about our Oks and Not Oks but how do you feel about bondage?" Who knew that your average college professor carried small lengths of rope with him. I nodded my consent "just don't play with my asshole, or choke me and we are OK".
