Class ended a while ago. Most of my peers left as soon as the clock struck 4pm, eager to enjoy the final days of Summer while it was still here. I wanted to enjoy my final days of summer as well, but unlike them, I didn’t want to spend it inside.
I watched Mr. Adams’ lips as they moved, explaining some difficult math concept I couldn’t quite be bothered to understand. Yes, maybe I was weird for wanting to spend my final days of summer inside a stuffy college classroom. But if it was with my super-hot math professor, then who could blame me?
“Janette? Are you even listening?” He asked, his voice like a caress. He’d always been sensual in nature, and I often found myself dreaming of what he’d be like in bed. I’m sure many girls had. His eyes meet mine, and something dark glimmered within them — a deep desire masked by a veil of professionalism and control. Today, however, in this classroom, I wanted to tear away that mask and see him bare.
I stood, allowing my blouse to dip and reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Mr. Adams’ green eyes darted briefly towards them before returning to my face — my nose, my lips, my mouth, my eyes. That look in his gaze grew darker, almost in warning.
I sauntered towards him; thankful I chose to wear my shorter skirt that day. I knew it paid off when his eyes darted briefly to my thighs. “I’m a little bored of calculus, Mr Adams. How about you teach me… something else?”
His throat bobbed, and I could see the debate in his eyes — the back-and-forth argument of whether he should take the bait. He couldn’t resist. I knew he couldn’t, especially when he looked at me like that.
“Like what, Janette?”
His voice was barely above a whisper. I closed the distance between us and pushed my body up against his. He stiffened, but made no move to pull away. In fact, if the hardness of his crotch were any indication, I’d say he was enjoying it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Janette,” he warned, eyes wide with desire. There it was. The mask was gone. I smiled up at him.
“I like danger…”
We sat there for a few moments. Then, quicker than I thought possible, he grabbed my body and flipped me over, so that I was bent over the desk. I gasped, feeling slightly dizzy from both movement and the feeling of his hands on my hips.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Mr. Adams asked, and I shuddered at his voice. It was primitive, almost primal. “If we start, I won’t be able to stop.”
“There’s nothing I want more,” I breathed, all the sarcasm winded from me.
That was all it took. A little gasp escaped me as he flipped up my skirts, exposing my bare rear. I decided to forgo underwear today… oops. A growl of pleasure escaped his throat as he rubbed a calloused thumb over my folds. My skin ignited at his touch, and I had to bite down to contain a moan.
“So wet for me, princess?” he asks, almost satisfied. I try to respond, but he pushes two fingers into my hole, forcing a moan out of me instead. He pumped his fingers in and out with one hand, filling the room with the sounds of my moans and wetness. With his other hand, he undid the buckle of his belt. I bit back a whimper as I felt his hot tip rub against my loins, teasing the ache that was building up inside me.
He removed his fingers and, for a few moments, remained still. Then, he slammed his cock into my pussy, my cry of pleasure so loud that I was certain the whole hall heard me. Mr Adams yanked my hair back and clamped one hand over my mouth as he pounded into me, the sound of wet slaps filling the room. Every pound shot tendrils of electricity through my body, coiling in my lower belly as a ravished heat. I whimpered and moaned into his hand, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure with each of his even strokes.
*Oh my god…*
“Not so cocky now, are you?” he breathed into my ear. Without warning, he pounded harder, fingers digging into my hips as he did so. I cried out again in pleasure as he continued to obliterate me. Reds, greens, and blues flashed in my vision as he fucked me senseless, every nerve in my body tingling and hot. My moans grew louder, and with the warmth forming in my vagina I knew I was about to cum. Mr. Adams sensed this, and quicker than an asp he flipped me over on the desk so that I was facing him. Wrapping a hand around my throat he slammed into me, pinning me down with his gaze. My vision blurred as hot tears formed in my eyes. *Fuck, this is good.*
“Who are you?” he grit out, and at first, I could barely answer.
“Ja- Jane–”
“No,” he snarled, burying himself deeper in me as punishment. I cried out in both pain and pleasure, my mind confusing the two. “Who. Are. You?”
“I’m— ouhh!” I moaned as he went faster.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Y-yours,” I whimpered, my pussy tightening around his dick. I could feel the climax coming. “I’m… yours.”
“Good,” he breathed. “Now keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to see you come undone.”
My legs flew in the air as he pounded faster than he had before, a heat smoldering in my cunt as the pressure built to an impossible level. Then, in one, swift stroke, it was released. I cried out over and over, tears and mascara streaking my face as I came. He continued to plough into me, my vagina tightening impossibly around his cock.
“Fuck…” he muttered, leaning over. “Fuck…”
A warmth filled me inside, and I knew he had finished. For a few moments, we just sat there, sharing each other’s labored breaths. Then, he pulled out and put his boxers back on, whilst I sat on the desk, shuddering in residual pleasure as his hot juices leaked out of me.
As he dressed himself back up in silence, I became instantly alarmed. Did he regret it now that he’d done it? What if he wanted to never to it with me again?
All my fears were washed away when he turns to me with a lazy grin, his eyes still simmering with that residual desire. “Come back tomorrow. I have a special lesson planned for you…”
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