Chapter 66 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (7)

Chapter 66 Dirty Little Exhibitionist (7)
Chloe’s breath hitched loudly, her face burning hot as she looked up at Travis.
Travis froze. His eyes swept over Chloe—taking in her flushed skin, her heavy breathing, and the way her innocent eyes darted down to his waist, where his dark trousers were still unbuckled. The terror in his chest slowly dissolved, replaced by a dark, intoxicating wave of realization.
He didn’t have to lose his job. He was about to possess the two most extreme women on campus.
Slowly, deliberately, Travis walked around his desk, stopping right beside me. His massive frame completely towered over Chloe, casting a heavy shadow across her tiny body.
“Is that true, Miss Davis?” he asked, his deep baritone voice dropping into that dark, commanding register.
He reached out, his thick fingers taking hold of her chin, forcing her to look directly into his piercing eyes. “Did you come in here to report me... or did you come in here because you wanted to learn what happens to bad girls who spy on my private life?”
“I... I...” Chloe stuttered, her eyes brimming with tears of pure, overwhelming arousal. “I don’t know, Professor... please...”
“Answer him, Chloe,” I whispered in her ear, my hand sliding down her thigh, hooking into the elastic of her plain cotton panties under her skirt. I gave them a sharp tug, feeling how thoroughly the fabric was already drenched. “Tell him how wet you are for him.”
“I’m wet!” Chloe cried out, a small, broken sob escaping her as she completely surrendered. “I’m so wet, Professor! Please don’t be mad at me!”
A dark, dangerous smile slowly spread across Travis’s handsome face.
“I’m not mad, Miss Davis,” Travis murmured, his thumb rubbing over her trembling lower lip. “In fact... I think you’re long overdue for some private tutoring.”
Without another word, Travis grabbed Chloe’s shoulders and turned her around, bending her completely over his massive mahogany desk, right on top of the scattered papers. Her face was pressed flat against his leather-bound blotter, her small ass sticking up in the air.
Chloe let out a sharp gasp as I reached over, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and pulling it up over her hips along with her plain white panties, exposing her tiny, pale, completely untouched pussy to the cool air of the office. It was glistening, slick with her own nervous, taboo fluids.
Travis stepped up right behind her, pulling his thick, throbbing length fully free.
Chloe turned her head, seeing his massive cock up close for the very first time. Her eyes widened in absolute, panicked awe. “Oh my god... It’s so big... Professor, I’m a virgin!”
“Not anymore,” Travis growled.
He didn’t hesitate. Travis lined his thick tip up with her tight, slick slit and pressed forward with firm, unyielding pressure.
Chloe let out a high-pitched, muffled scream into the leather blotter as his heavy head breached her barrier, stretching her tiny, untouched walls open wider than they had ever been. Tears leaked from her eyes, but as Travis slowly, brutally pushed his entire length all the way to the hilt inside her, her screams turned into thick, helpless moans of intense, shocking pleasure.
“Fuck...” Travis growled, his hands gripping her tiny hips so hard his knuckles turned white. “You’re so fucking tight, Chloe... like a vise.”
I stepped up right beside her head, running my fingers through her soft hair, leaning down to capture her mouth in a deep, dirty kiss. Chloe kissed me back desperately, her sweet, innocent tongue tangling with mine as Travis began to pull back and drive his hips forward in a slow, relentless, deep rhythm.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The heavy sound of his pelvis slamming against her bare ass echoed through the locked office. Chloe’s small body jerked forward with every brutal thrust, her hands clutching the edges of his desk as her innocent brain was utterly shattered by the sheer size and power of her professor.
“Do you like it, Chloe?” I purred against her lips, sliding my hand down to stroke her swollen clit while Travis hammered into her from behind. “Do you like taking your professor’s cock like a good little girl?”
“Yes! Yes!” Chloe sobbed, her hips involuntarily pushing back to meet Travis’s brutal thrusts. “Fuck me, Professor! Oh god, it feels so good!”
Travis let out a loud, animalistic growl at her words. The sight of the sweet, top-student nerd begging for his dick completely obliterated his remaining control.
He lifted her hips higher, altering his angle, and began to pound into her raw, tight pussy with a fast, merciless speed that had the heavy mahogany desk sliding inches across the carpet.
“You’re never telling a single soul about what happens in this room,” Travis hissed into her back, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her bare ass cheek that left a bright red handprint on her pale skin.
“Never! I promise, Professor! Ah!” Chloe screamed, her voice cracking as her tiny, virgin walls began to spasm around his shaft violently.
She was going to cum. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her toes curling inside her shoes as her very first climax tore through her frame with terrifying force.
Seeing her break, Travis drove his length deep inside her tight, pulsing pussy. He locked his grip on her waist, buried his face in her neck, and blew a massive, hot load deep inside her virgin core, filling her.
Chloe let out a long, trailing moan, collapsing completely flat against the desk as Travis slowly pulled his softening length out of her dripping, ruined center with a loud, wet pop. Thick white fluid instantly began to leak down her inner thighs.
She lay there, panting heavily, her glasses crooked, completely undone and transformed.
Travis stood over her, his chest heaving, his dark eyes meeting mine over her trembling body. The fear of losing his job was completely gone, replaced by a dark, dangerous bond that now held all three of us together.
I leaned down, kissing Chloe’s sweaty forehead, before looking up at Travis with a victorious smirk.
“I told you I’d handle it, Professor,” I purred.
Travis let out a low, breathy laugh, adjusting his tie as he looked down at his two completely ruined students.
“Office hours are going to be very busy for the rest of the semester,” he murmured softly.