Before the exam, I had signed up for an additional consultation with my favorite professor. I was probably the most diligent student in the course and I hoped that he would notice me.
We went to a small, dark auditorium at the end of the hall. He was just a step behind, staring at his phone. Entering the room, I expected him to turn on the light, but he closed the door behind him with a graceful movement and locked it.
“What are you doing?” I froze. In the darkness, his eyes sparkled like hell. He didn’t answer anything, just calmly put the phone and keys on the table. He took off his jacket and hung it on the chair. I didn’t know what to do.
“I heard you’ve been a… bad girl,” he said softly in his sexy low voice. Suddenly he came towards me. His every step echoed in the deathly silence.
“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about..,” my words came out too high pitched. I wanted to back off, but my legs wouldn’t listen. I felt the blood heating up, pulsating in the very center of my body. I knew I wanted it myself.
“But of course you don’t know…,” he was very close, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. “You seem to admire more than just my work…and all that extra consulting…”. I bit my lip. He was right. I had my own intentions.
“Oh… but…,” I couldn’t come up with any convincing excuses in a hurry. I wanted him so badly. I felt my legs slowly start to wobble.
“Mmmhm…,” he trailed his finger along my face and neck. I gasped at his touch. “Do you like it?”
I thought for a moment. There was nowhere to run: “Y-e-s, Professor.”
Suddenly he started kissing my neck, a chain of wet kisses traveling from my collarbone to my jawline. I was panting with joy. He grabbed my neck from behind with one hand while the other slid down my stomach to my groin. The professor lifted my shirt, exposing my heated body to the cool air. His warm, masculine hands traveled down my stomach and gripped my breasts firmly. One, then the other.
I shuddered to think of future lectures, when I will probably die longing for his touch. I fantasized about him for a long time. Sometimes he would catch me staring, I would get flustered, and he would ask if I was okay. I saw that he was aware of my intentions.
My panties were literally floating. I had wanted him for so long… I wanted him to fuck me. The desire was indescribably wild.
“Take me,” I whispered softly, unable to believe it myself.
“What?” he replied, having stopped stroking me for a moment and looked into my eyes.
“Take me,” I said louder, but my voice still shaking.
“Your wish is my command,” he stated ironically, as if he didn’t believe what was happening. He quickly pressed his lips to mine. Our tongues grabbed each other greedily. The feeling was indescribable.
Gasping for air, I released myself from his grip and pulled off my shirt. I put my hand around his neck and sucked his lips even harder than before and enjoyed his trained body with my other hand. He was so strong…
“Kneel down,” he demanded.
I obeyed and knelt before him. The shape of his penis poked through the khaki pants. More than usual. I felt it waiting for me.
The professor unbuttoned his pants. Without expecting anything, I took off his boxer shorts. I was right – his thing was quite impressive, although not quite hard yet. I licked it greedily from the base up and stroked my hand around the massive head, licking up the salty wetness.
I slowly took it deeper and deeper. Finally felt him move his hips in response. His movements were sudden and powerful, then slow and calm. He knew exactly what he liked.
“Ohhh…,” he savored my trained mouth.
I was also moaning in contentment with just his cock in my mouth and the vibration coursing through his body. He moaned even louder. I was getting wetter every moment.
“I’m gonna…,” the words caught in his throat, his voice shaking. I didn’t want him to finish. I let go of his cock and teased him.
The professor hurriedly undressed me. His desire to fuck me as soon as possible was more than obvious. We were both breathing deeply and heavily. After looking into my eyes for a moment, he removed my skirt and panties. When the bra was finally on the floor, he roughly pushed me against the table and suddenly thrust into me without waiting.
His huge thing moved quickly back and forth, penetrating deeper than I could have imagined. I enjoyed his firm movements and the sensations were amazing.
“You’re such a pervert… You should be fucked more often,” he growled through gritted teeth and I only moaned even louder. With these words, he began to slow down his movements, but he thrust in even deeper, even harder.
“…You’re so tight…,” I heard between his gasps as he suddenly pulled out of me, leaving only the very tip inside.
“Professor…,” as soon as my lips uttered it, he slammed into me again with all his might. He muffled my sudden scream with his hand and relished repeating the same rude move several more times. I felt myself coming to an orgasm.
Once more thrust and I felt the strongest orgasm I can remember. I moaned, my body shaking with excitement as my muscles sucked all the life out of him. Tremors coursed through his body, his animalistic, deep growl echoing through the room. I felt his hot seed running through my quivering body.