The classroom emptied fast after the bell, but I stayed planted in my seat, thighs pressed tight together under my short skirt. Professor Harlan was still at the front, packing papers into his briefcase, his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his button-down. He looked up and caught my eye.
"You need something, Lena?" His voice was low, rough from lecturing all afternoon.
I stood and walked toward him, letting my hips sway. "Yeah. I need you to stop pretending you don't want to bend me over that desk and fuck me stupid."
His eyes darkened. He set the briefcase down with a heavy thud. "Door's locked?"
"Already checked." I stopped in front of him, close enough to smell his cologne and the faint musk of a long day. My hand went straight to his belt, yanking it open. "Been thinking about your cock all semester. Thick, hard, stretching my cunt while you tell me what a dirty little slut I am."
Harlan growled and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around. He shoved me face-first over the desk, papers scattering. My skirt flipped up, and his palm cracked across my bare ass. "No panties. Fucking knew it." Another slap, harder. "You been flashing that pussy at me during lectures, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir." My voice came out breathy. "Wanted you to see how wet I get."
He kicked my feet apart and dropped to his knees behind me. His tongue dragged straight up my slit, lapping at the slick mess between my legs. "Tastes like you need it bad." Two thick fingers shoved inside without warning, pumping deep while his thumb rubbed my clit in rough circles. I moaned loud, pushing back against his hand.
"Shut up," he muttered, standing again. I heard his zipper, the rustle of fabric, then the hot press of his cockhead against my entrance. He didn't ease in. One hard thrust and he buried himself to the balls, stretching me wide. "Fuck, you're tight. Been saving this cunt for me?"
I gripped the edge of the desk as he started pounding, hips slapping against my ass with every stroke. "Yesfuckyes, Professor. Harder."
He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back while he railed me. The desk creaked under us. Each thrust bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping my clit. "You want it raw? Want me to fill this hole up so you drip my cum all the way home?"
"Please," I gasped. "Breed me right here."
Harlan pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He slammed back in, deeper at this angle, cock dragging over that spot inside that made my vision blur. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast and dirty while he fucked me like he hated me. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my tits. I clawed at his shirt, buttons popping open so I could rake nails down his chest.
"Coming," I warned, voice breaking. My pussy clenched hard around him, pulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. He didn't slow down. He fucked me straight through it, grunting, balls tight.
"Take it," he snarled, burying deep one last time. Hot jets of cum flooded my cunt, thick and heavy, leaking out around his cock with every twitch. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled free and watched his load drip onto the desk.
I sat up on shaky legs, scooped some of his cum onto my fingers, and licked them clean while he watched. "Same time tomorrow, Professor?"
He smirked, tucking his cock away. "Bring that plug. I want your ass next."
