[F23/M37] Toying with my Professor [teasing][rough sex][taboo relationship]

I never had any self control to begin with. We had been sneaking around campus for months. I knew after my first lecture with you at the helm, there was no way I wasn’t fucking you. One in-office meeting was all it took to start what had become a months-long affair. After some time I had become brazen- needy. Today I definitely pushed the limit on what we could get away with.

I picked my outfit carefully that morning. A pleated skirt, a wrap around sweater that hugged all my curves, and absolutely no underwear of any kind. It would be easy to call me lazy, wanting to skip a few steps but I made sure to take the time to carefully slide on some thigh high stockings, complete with a garter belt secured snuggly around my hips. My hair hung loose around my shoulders, lips painted the most innocent shade of pink.

The class is about to begin and I take one of the many free seats at the front of the lecture hall. I am relieved that so many people push into the back rows- it makes what I am about to do so much easier.

You rush into the hall, throwing your bag onto the desk in the corner and jump straight into the lecture on the Canterbury Tales. It takes you a few minutes to find me and when you do, you lift a single eyebrow when you see my playful grin. You continue on and I begin my game.

It starts innocently enough. Twirling a piece of my hair and biting on my thumb nail. You glance down at me and frown slightly to which I answer with a beaming smile. Once I know I have your attention, I loosen my sweater, drawing your eye down the centre of my cleavage with my index finger. You shake your head slightly and turn away. You assign a short reading and grab your phone to text me.

*-Stop that. I’m trying to educate young minds-*

I almost laugh and smirk. I take a quick picture of my generous tits from above and send it to you. You receive it immediately and your mouth drops open as you look at the picture. You move to stand behind the pulpit.

I slouch down in my seat, and slowly open my legs. Your eyes travel up my body, taking in the stockings. My thighs part, showing you exactly what you are missing. I let my hand snake down my body, rest over the apex of my thighs. I stare hotly into your eyes and lift my skirt- my pussy already glistening. Already needy for your mouth, your hands, your cock. Any part of you, all I need is you on top of me.

You clear your throat and announce class is ending 15 minutes early today. We are to continue with the reading and complete the next few tales before our next class. My legs shut and I wait until the classroom empties. Of course, there are a few students who come up to you to ask questions after class. Your eyes bore me as you answer their questions. I play idly on my phone, glancing up at you periodically to catch your heated gaze. Once you are finished, you gather up your bag and storm from the hall. I won’t pretend not to be a bit confused until my phone vibrates.

*-My office. NOW-*

I let a low laugh escape as I gather my things and walk slowly across campus, imagining what type of punishment you have in store for me. I knock on your door, barely a second goes by before you throw the door open. You grab me by the back of my neck to throw me into the office before slamming the door shut.

“I really enjoyed the lecture today. That wife sounds like a naughty little slut.” I say boldly, walking further into your office and turning on my heel to look at you defiantly. I hear the damning click of the lock as I back into your desk to casually lean against it. You don’t say a word, just stalk towards me like you intend on devouring me. The thrill that shoots through my body sets my skin aflame. I lean against the desk and lick my lips.

“Did you have fun, baby? Making me sweat in class, making me watch your little show. Anyone could have seen you. Does that make it more exciting for you?”

Your hands find my hips as you roughly pull up my skirt, admiring my stockings and garter. You pluck the ribbons holding it in place.

“I have to say, these were a nice touch. But looking at that wet cunt… dripping for me as I attempt to explain the intricacies of Chaucer…”, you trail off as you rip open my sweater, freeing my breasts. My hands instinctively go for you but you step back. You slowly unbuckle your belt, popping the button on your trousers as you stroke yourself free of your clothing.

You watch me begin to pant, I don’t try to hide my need for you. “Don’t expect this to be gentle, baby” you murmur before you stalk towards me. My ass propped on your desk, you pushed into me roughly. You slide in without any effort, such is my need for you. You bury yourself in me with such force it takes my breath away.. You grab my face, kissing me roughly before you take up a bruising pace. My head falls back as I enjoy every thrust, every grunt as you take what is yours.

Your deft fingers pinch my exposed nipple as you take the other one in your mouth. Your body curls against mine as I am pushed farther onto the desk. I don’t bother trying to muffle my moans as l my body responds to yours. My hands tug and pull on your hair, trying to pull your face to mine but you don’t budge. Devouring me whole, consuming every part of me. You eventually pull back to watch me, watch me become your perfect little toy.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. You fill me perfectly. Your hand flies to my throat, the other assaulting my clit as you pound into me. I needed this- needed you. Being completely overwhelmed by you. There is no beginning to me or end to you, we are just existing in this moment. The sounds of your skin slapping mine, the never ending wetness that only you seem to be able to create. I look up at you, your expression almost pained as you keep the powerful pace steady.

“That’s right- I want you to look at me when I fill this needy cunt. That is what you wanted isn’t it? Give it to me” you rasp as you look down at my still clothed body. A feral growl escapes you as you give up any semblance of control. You push down onto me, pinning me to the desk. Sweat drips off your brow and lands on my bouncing tits and I know I’m about to cum.

My body tenses, awaiting the silent command to cum with you. I feel the hot rope of cum shoot into me before I hear you. The deep moan that escapes you is the final nail in the coffin. My toes curl as my whole body spasms under you. I let out a cry as I milk your hard cock. My pussy rhythmically squeezes every single drop from you. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as I get lost in the feeling. I feel our bodies twitching in unison as you kiss me, your big hands encircling my face. I am utterly spent and used.

My eyes are still shut, willing the rest of the world away, when I feel you pull out of me. A dribble of our combined cum immediately leaks down my thigh. My eyes open as I feel your finger drag through it before placing it in my open mouth. I suck obediently and meet your gaze. The heat there hasn’t been fully extinguished but an affectionate warmth softens it. You kiss me, tasting us on my tongue and I can’t help the soft sigh that escapes into your mouth.

Your hands are gentle, helping me off the desk as you help me get dressed again. You flop down into the chair across from your desk and pull me onto your lap. I snuggle into your neck, breathing in the scent that not only drives me to distraction but comforts me to no end. We hold onto that moment for a while, just enjoying each other’s quiet company. Surrounded by bookshelves lined with great works, the midmorning sun highlights each speck of dust that flies around us. Reality will crash into us soon enough but for now, we breathe in each other and savour the time we have.

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