[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oj6mt9/the_locker_room_mf_ds/)
[Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojv262/after_class_mf_ds_oc/)
[Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/olju2k/in_the_library_ff_ds_oc/)
I hadn’t spoken to Aly between classes. But, I left her a post-it note on an assignment I gave to her when I saw her on campus–”No panties in class tomorrow.” Class was uneventful. Aly was punctual this time–wearing a midi skirt and a crop top. Her auburn hair was held by a scrunchie in a high ponytail. She looked cute, but also a little haughty–her eyebrows were tight, deliberate lines and she held her lips in a curled, knowing smirk for much of class. She knew how to make me want her.
After class, she hung back, waiting for everyone to leave. She remained seated when my last student walked out. I walked to the door–without a word–and locked it. “Come sit here,” I said, pointing to the desk directly in front of me.
She obliged–walking slowly, thoughtfully, towards me, keeping her eyes trained on mine. She straightened her skirt and sat down. “Yes, Professor?”
I leaned back against the front of my own desk and crossed my legs. “Did you follow my instructions?”
Aly smiled. Without saying a word, she spread her legs apart and slowly rolled up her skirt. I leaned sideways, so I could see under her desk. No panties, just that pretty, pink pussy. I felt my cock lazily throb.
“Tell me, you were frustrated that you couldn’t cum after our previous class, did you play with your pussy?”
Aly bit her lip and cast a sideways glance, as if deciding what or how much to tell me. After a pause, she said “I was so turned on Professor. I wish you could have just fucked me right here like I know you planned to. But, after I left I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Your cum was still drying between my tits, my pussy was on fire. It really was Professor. I had to cum. I just had to.”
“So? What did you do? Go play with yourself in the locker room again?”
Aly bit her lip again and looked up at me like she had a naughty secret to share. “You’ll like this Professor.”
“Oh?”
“I went to the library to meet Ella–you remember she’s the one who interrupted us to begin with. Well, I had to cum. I was going crazy. So, I started masturbating in front of Ella. There was no one around.”
I raised my eyebrows. Damn, Aly really is a naughty one. I lowered my hand to my pants and started stroking my growing cock. Aly continued with her story, carefully watching my hand. She told me how Ella started touching herself too, and then how Ella crawled under the table to suck her clit. At this point, I unlatched my belt and took my cock out, stroking the full length just a few feet from Aly.
She paused for a moment, perhaps anticipating a command, “Go on, I said. I want to hear the rest.” Aly recounted the rest in great detail, clearly aware of the pleasure I was taking from her story. After she finished, I rested my hand around the base of my cock, “And what about later? Did you play with yourself again that evening?”
Aly shook her head, “No, Professor. I was too tired.”
“And what about yesterday?”
Aly gave me another sly look, “I made myself cum last night with my vibrator. I was thinking about your note. About what you might do to me today.”
I was stroking my cock again, long and slow strokes from the head to my balls, “And what did I do to you?”
“You’re bad, Professor. You’re so bad. I’m getting so wet right now, just telling you all this.” I could tell Aly was squeezing her thighs together tightly.
“Sit on top of the desk,” I said sternly.
Aly quickly rose and perched her full little ass on top of her desk. “Now, spread your pussy for me. I want to see if you’re as wet as you say.” Aly complied, hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs. She placed her index and middle finger between her thighs, spreading her labia so I could see the folds of her pretty, tight pussy. It glistened beneath the fluorescent lights.
I could tell that Aly was looking at me for permission to rub herself. She was naturally growing more submissive towards me–this realization really turned me on. “Rub your clit, but don’t take your eyes off me.”
I watched Aly extend her index finger to start rubbing her clit–she kept her eyes one me, darting between my face and my cock, watching me rub myself while I watched her do the same. She bit her lip and started to moan. “Professor, mmmmf, Professor, don’t you want to put your big cock between my cute little lips?”
I smiled and kept my eyes locked on hers–I was enjoying watching her writhe in pleasure, biting her bottom lip and scrunching her face as she continued to twist her fingers around her clit. But my cock was dry, and that was a problem. I gripped the base of my cock between my thumb and index finger and walked towards Aly.
I stopped within a fraction of an inch of her lips, my cock hovering close enough to feel her heavy breathing as she continued to massage her pussy. She looked up at me beseechingly. I cupped her chin between my fingers and pressed her cheeks together, forcing her tongue out. Then, I spit into her mouth, “Let’s keep that little whore mouth wet.” Then, I thrust myself down her throat. I could tell that I took her by surprise–she wasn’t expecting me to push so far right away. She sputtered and gagged as she struggled to open her throat to accommodate me.
“You need some serious training, don’t you?” I asked as I pulled my cock all the way out of her tongue–with a nice pop–and then pushed balls deep again. Aly looked up at me, her cheeks bursting with my member and nodded, pleading for me to train her. And so I kept going, in and out, my balls slapping against Aly’s chin before I pulled all the way out, with just the head of my cock perched on Aly’s lips. She was gagging and slurping noisily, confidently, doing her absolute best to swallow me, to let me glide down her throat like it was her wet, hot pussy. And she was moaning too, from rubbing her clit, moaning around my cock, around the gagging.
It made me so fucking hard to hear her make such vulnerable noises, so I pressed on harder and faster. I grabbed her thick, wavy hair and wrapped it around my fist. I dragged her by the hair, pulling her to my desk. She understood what I had in mind without needing verbal commands. She laid on her back on my desk, her head dangling off the edge, reminding us both of when I first fucked her in the locker room just a few days ago. In this position I could push her even harder.
“Keep rubbing your fucking cunt,” I said gruffly, my breath short from fucking her face. I pulled up her small crop top–already exposing her tight midriff–bunching it above her tits. I kept one hand on her throat for control–and to keep her from pulling away–and let my other hand roam freely around her right tit. Aly was such a hot, tight, filled out slut. Small–maybe no more than 5’ 3” or 4”–but with a heavy chest and a perky, bouncy ass. I was just getting to know her body, but I was looking forward to owning her completely.
I wrapped my fingers around her nipple, twisting it clockwise while I continued to fuck Aly’s throat. I loved the sound of my cock banging against her tender lips, sliding across her tongue, pushing past her tonsils and landing inside her throat. Then pulling back out, going back in. The sound of saliva pooling in Aly’s mouth, dripping down her face, her moans muffled by my cock. I was falling into a rough rhythm inside her mouth, when I noticed her eyes gazing up at me from beneath my balls, and her hand gently pressing my thigh, as if she had something to say.
I pulled out for a moment, “Have something to say slut?”
“I’m so fucking close, Professor,” Aly blurted out breathlessly, “Please, fuck, please is it okay if I cum?” What a good girl, I thought, asking to cum before I’d even instructed her to do so.
I pushed my hard, dripping cock back between her lips, “I want you to cum while you suck on me. Cum while you fucking choke on my cock.” As I said that, I started pumping harder against her. I placed both hands on her thighs, so that I could punish her throat more forcefully. She was rubbing her clit faster and faster. Her muffled moans grew more frantic.
Aly’s body tense as came. She shuddered. Her body tensing, then relaxing, then tensing again as her orgasm rippled through her body. I didn’t stop fucking her face for a second. I was close to cumming too. I pressed two fingers inside Aly’s sensitive pussy, she tried to buck away from me but I held her firmly in place. Should I fill her mouth with my seed or spray it across her face? Always such a hard decision. I decided to pull out.
“My turn you fucking slut.” I aimed my massive, soaked cock towards her chin and let go, spraying a rope of cum across her top and onto her tits. Then, another, down her neck and collar bone. Another, across her top. And one more down her shoulder.
I barely gave her a second to rest before I plunged my cock back into her mouth. “Suck it up. Clean me like a good girl. That’s right. Lick off all my cum.” Aly’s tongue ran greedily around my cock, up the shaft and to the sensitive head, where she teased the opening. She was sucking aggressively, keeping me hard. Spit was running down her face and, while Aly didn’t wear a lot of makeup, she had worn mascara today, which was now running in rivulets across her cheeks.
Once I felt myself fully hard again, I pulled out of Aly’s eager mouth. I lifted her up from the desk–one hand under her legs and one beneath her head–and set her standing, her ass to me, leaning over the desk. “Spread your legs.” Aly moved her legs apart and pushed her ass out towards me as she leaned forward onto my desk. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down–finally revealing Aly’s plump, round ass. I grabbed Aly’s skirt from the ground–I had an idea. I twisted it between my hands, like you would to wring out a washcloth, then I wrapped it around Aly’s mouth and tied it behind her head–creating a makeshift gag.
“That should keep you quiet while I finish with you.”
Aly looked at me and moved her fingers between her legs–I think this was really getting her wet. But, I grabbed her hand and held it to the table. “Not without my permission.” With that, I pushed my full length inside Aly’s swollen pussy. It squeezed and clenched me as I slowly spread it open, as I made my way to Aly’s cervix. Aly clenched the sides of the table and made painful little moans as I pushed my entire length inside her. I grabbed her ass and pushed her towards me. “I’m going to fucking dominate your pussy, Aly. I’m going to bottom out inside you. You fucking belong to me now.”
I pushed her forward onto the desk, so she was laying on her stomach with her ass just off the edge. This position let me get really deep. I grabbed Aly’s firm ass with both hands, digging dimples along her cheeks. I squeezed extra hard, hoping to burst blood vessels. And I fucked her wildly, harder and rougher than I’d used her yet. Banging my balls against her labia, scraping against her cervix, I couldn’t get enough of her tight, clenching pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me, spit soaking through her skirt. I took off the gag and said, “You like this you fucking slut?”
“Yes Professor, oh fuck, fuck, fuck me like a toy. Like you’re fucking pet. Ruin my fucking pussy, Professor. Oh, fuck fuck.”
I kept pounding against her, the sound of my cock balls slapping against her ass was echoing through the classroom. My cock stiffened even more, indicating that I was near climax again. Aly could tell too, “Fill me with your fucking sperm Professor. I want it splattered across my fucking pussy.”
I shoved Aly’s face onto the desk and went harder, faster, until I finally erupted inside her, spraying my cum against the walls of her pussy. “Fuck,” I was surprised at how much semen I still had left, considering I just blew a huge load across her chest and neck. Finally, I settled down and pulled my shrinking cock from inside Aly. A wave of cum came with it, starting to run down her thighs. I took advantage of Aly’s position to slap her ass–once, twice, thrice, four times, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. She squealed and screamed as her ass turned red.
Aly was breathing heavily, still laying with her ass in the air and my cum running down her legs. “Did I do a good job, Professor?”
“You’re a quick learner. An excellent student. I’ll have you trained like a perfect slut sooner than I thought possible.” Aly smiled, pushing herself off the desk and kneeling before me. She grabbed my limp cock and took it between her lips, sucking off the drying cum like a very good girl. She looked up at me while she did it–now she was being a little showoff.
While she finished up I said, “Now, let me be clear. You’re my little slut, do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“I don’t mind if you play with yourself, but you’re not to cum without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor. I’ll ask for your permission.”
“Good girl. Now–wow, you’re quite the mess.” Aly was trying to sort herself, she put her now very wrinkled skirt back on, pulled down her crop top (stained with cum), and did her best to wipe the mascara from her cheeks. She had no panties, so I knew my cum would keep running down her legs. The sight of her looking so well-used made my cock throb again.
“You’re going to come with me to my office hours. I have a meeting with Ella today, actually. You’re going to sit like a good girl out of sight, do you understand?”
“Anything you say, Professor.”
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