Professor Hale shoved me against his desk the second the door clicked shut. "Strip, Ryan. Now." His voice was low and rough, no bullshit. I yanked my shirt off and dropped my jeans, my cock already hard and leaking because I'd been thinking about this all semester. He watched me with those dark eyes, his hand rubbing the bulge in his slacks.
"Turn around. Hands on the desk." I did it, spreading my legs like the slut I wanted to be for him. His fingers ran down my spine, then gripped my ass hard, spreading me open. "Look at that tight hole. Been waiting for my cock, haven't you?" He spit right on it and rubbed the wet in with two thick fingers, pushing inside without warning. I groaned and pushed back, taking them deep. He finger-fucked me rough and fast, stretching me open while he unzipped and pulled out his thick, veiny dick.
Hale didn't waste time. He lined up and shoved in balls-deep in one thrust. The burn was perfect. I bit my lip to keep from yelling as he started pounding me, hips slapping against my ass with every stroke. "Fuck, your hole's gripping me so tight," he growled, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back. "This what you wanted when you kept staring in class? Professor's cock wrecking your student ass?"
"Yes, sir," I gasped. He slammed harder, the desk creaking under us. His free hand reached around to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. Pre-cum dripped from my slit onto the floor. Every time he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapped my taint and his dickhead nailed my prostate dead-on.
He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. "Suck it clean." I opened wide and took his cock down my throat, tasting my own ass on him. Hale fucked my face, holding my head with both hands while he used my mouth. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest. "That's it, choke on it," he muttered, thrusting until my nose pressed into his pubes.
When he was close, he hauled me up, bent me back over the desk, and drove back into my ass. This time he went even harder, grunting with every thrust. "Gonna fill this hole," he said. "Gonna pump you full." His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while he railed me. My own cock bounced untouched, dripping steadily.
I came first, shooting ropes across the desk without touching myself, my ass clenching around him. Hale cursed and buried himself deep, flooding my guts with hot cum. He kept pumping, pushing it deeper with short, brutal thrusts until he was empty.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked down my thighs. Hale wiped it up with two fingers and fed it to me. "Swallow." I did. He smirked, zipped up, and told me to get dressed. "Same time next week. Don't be late, or I'll make it rougher."
I left his office with my legs shaky and his load still inside me, already counting the days until the next raw lesson.
