Teaching Her a Lesson (Professor/Student) (18+)

She waited behind after class, as she’d been told to, nervous. She knew she hadn’t been doing well recently, but surely it wasn’t that bad…

Finally the last student left. The room was empty, apart from herself and Professor Evans. He looked up from his computer and sighed.

“Close the door, would you?” He asked mildly.

She complied, feeling a kind of quiet relief as her back was turned to him. He couldn’t help looking so good, she told herself.

His clair squeaked as he stood, and she turned to see him still on the desk. He patted the one facing him, and she sat reluctantly.

“You’ve been doing badly in class recently, and I’m worried. You’re an intelligent woman, but you seem to lack focus. Is anything wrong?”

She stared at her hands clasped in her lap. “No sir.”

You’re doing fine in your other classes though. Do you know what I think it is? I think you want my attention. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

She opened her mouth to protest.

He interupted quickly. “You’re a full grown woman, it’s natural, but it shouldn’t distract you as much as it does. And doing badly won’t get my attention the way you want it.”

She swallowed, flushed deep red. “Ok sir,” she mumbled. “Can I… go now?”

“Promise me you’ll be less distracted first.”

She hesitated. “Sir I don’t think I can.”

His tone sharpened. “Are you disobeying me?”

“No! I don’t know how to! ‘Taking care of myself’ doesn’t help.”

“Look at me.” She did. “I could help with that. I won’t deny I’ve been… distracted by you too.”

She felt a little ripple of satisfaction at that, that the tight skirts, the half-buttoned shirts, had had an effect.

Not giving herself time to hesitate she flicked the last buttons on her shirt free, revealing the white, lacy bra beneath. She reached to unclasp it.

“Stop. That’s my job.”

He undressed her expertly, a hint of admiration in his eyes as he examined her naked body.

“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he said, guiding her eyes to the way his cock tented his trousers.

Her mouth went dry.

“You’re going to something about that. On your knees now ”

The floor was cold and hard on her exposed skin. He slid into a chair in front of her.

“Take them off,” he ordered, gesturing at his clothes.

Her hands tremble as she does, little shocks shooting through her every time she touches his bare, warm skin.

He looked even better naked than she ever could have imagined. She actually audibly gasped as his cock sprang free of his boxers.

It looked so *good*. Beads of pre-cum welled up from the tip, and she got the urge to lick them up.

So she did.

He groaned, tipped his head back. “Make me cum.”

She let her mouth envelope him slowly, shallowly, explored the taste and feel of him. She wanted this to last forever.

She licked his shaft, popped the tip into her mouth again, but didn’t go any further.

“Do you want me to teach you in lesson about what happens to teases? Get on with it.” He snapped impatiently.

She continued to tease him.

He sighed, yanked her from his cock by her hair.

“Do you want your throat fucking? Is that it?”

She nodded meekly.

“Suck my cock and you’ll get one, slut.”

Her eyes darkened. She did as she was told, devouring his cock like she was starving.

“Oh you like being called a slut, don’t you slut? Is this making your pussy wet?”

His palm cradled the back of her head, pushed her down inexorably toward his balls. He could hear her choking, feel her gagging and drooling as her warm throat embraced his thick cock.

The pathetic little sounds she made as he fucked her throat were a symphony to his ears. He let her up only once to breathe, and only when she was on the verge of passing out.

He was destroying her mouth and throat, his balls slapped her face, hard, heavily. He continued to call her a slut, a whore. She could hear herself whimpering. It *was* making her wet. So, so wet. She loved how it felt as he pounded her throat, how he pushed her to the point of oblivion before letting her breathe.

He groaned again. He was ruthless.

She could feel him getting closer and closer to cumming.

He shoved his full length into her throat, held her still and came, hard. Filled her throat until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was drowning in his cum. She couldn’t swallow it all, and some of it dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.

He pushed her off of his cock and, dressing, looked at the disheveled mess he’d made of her.

“Good, but *you* didn’t make me cum. I did all the work. You’ll do better next time.”

He got up and left.

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