Chapter 42 PROFESSOR'S PET 2
The next day dragged too slowly. I couldn't wait to be in school and today again was his lecture. I arrived earlier than I usually do, but this time he was late.
Every time the lecture hall door creaked I looked up, hoping it was him walking in early just to catch my eye. But sometimes I'll be a random dude or just some bitch, I was actually pissed.
He strolled in at exactly 12:00 p.m., wearing the same white shirt, with a black trousers this time. He had that same calm authority like yesterday that made half the girls in the room blush under his stare.
He didn’t glance my way once during the first twenty minutes of his class. I know he did that on purpose, teasing me and making me wait.
I did everything to get his attention and keep him focused on just me.
I crossed my legs, uncrossed them, dragged my skirt down, then let it roll back up again exposing my smooth thighs. My panties were already soaked from the memory of yesterday. The way his cock filled me, stretching my tight cunt open over his desk, the way he said my name when he came inside me. I could still feel the faint ache between my thighs, a delicious reminder every time I adjusted on my seat.
When he finally looked at me it was quick, almost too casual. Letting his eyes go downward, lingering on where my blouse opened a bit, and then back to my face. His mouth curved, it wasn't exactly a smile. It was more like a promise or a signal.
The class ended with me grabbing nothing from what was thought, but the way he spoke, the way he moved gracefully, the way he flung in hands demonstrating. Strong hands that had held my hips in place.
People started leaving one after the other, some in groups chatting about deadlines and weekend study plans. I didn’t join any, instead I packed my notebook slower than necessary, zipping my bag with too much care just to buy time. The room became empty, except for us after the last student left and disappeared down the hall.
He was still standing behind the podium, watching me the whole time.
I stood up, slung my bag over one shoulder, and walked toward him like it was my normal routine. Then I stopped just out of reach.
“Office hours started ten minutes ago, Professor,” I said.
He cocked his head. “You’re late.”
“Totally worth it.” I purred
He kept quiet. And then descended the podium, walked past me without touching, and locked the lecture-hall door this time. It wasn't his office. Right here. The bigger risk, the bigger thrill.
When he turned back his expression changed, no longer the strict and tough professor. It was now hungrier, and less controlling
“Strip,” he said. In one word. No please.
I felt a jolt of excitement. I placed my bag on a front-row desk, took off my sneakers, next I peeled my socks. Then undid my blouse, button by button, letting the cotton slide down my arms and pool on the floor. No bra again. My breast stood firm and full.
His gaze raked over me. “Your skirt next, and your panties last.”
I unzipped quickly, tugging the denim down my hips, and stepped out. I didn’t feel shy anywhere. I found his eyes staring at me lustfully, a big turn on.
I stood there in nothing but black G-string, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, and paused waiting for his next order.
“Slowly pull it down,” he added.
I dragged them down inch by inch, bending at the waist so he got the full view of my ass as the fabric slid past my thighs, my calves, my ankles.
When I stood erect again I was completely naked in the middle of his lecture hall, the windows were high enough that no one outside could see unless they really tried.
He slowly went around me, not touching yet. Just looking. Like I was something he bought and was deciding the best way to use.
“Place your hands on the podium,” he said when he finished the circle. “Bend over.”
I obeyed. Kept my arms flat on the smooth wood where he always rested his notes. Ass presented like an offer. Legs spread wide apart.
He stepped up behind me. I heard his belt unbuckle, the zipper come down. Then no sound for some seconds, only the sound of his breath, heavier now.
I felt his fingers brushing my inner thigh, cleaning the slick already running down my leg.
“So fucking wet already,” he murmured. “You’ve thought of me fucking your pussy during class, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” I confessed.
“Say it.”
“I’ve been thinking about your cock since I left here yesterday. About how you fucked me over your desk. About how I want it again. Harder and Deeper.”
He made a low, approving sound. Then his hand smacked my ass. It was so sudden. I yelped.
“Count.”
“One,” I gasped.
Another smack, harder, on the other cheek.
“Two.” My pussy was dripping now.
He kept going. Five on each side until my skin burned and my pussy clenched every time his landed on my ass cheeks. By the tenth I was trembling, dripping onto the floor.
He rubbed slow circles over the hot skin. “Good girl. Now spread yourself for me.”
I reached back, fingers sliding through my wetness, pulling my cheeks apart so he could see everything.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Look at that pretty little hole. Still full of me from yesterday?”
“A little,” I admitted. “I didn’t shower this morning. Wanted to keep you inside me.”
He groaned. Like he actually groaned, and then I felt the blunt head of his cock rubbing my entrance.
“No condom again?”
“No,” I whispered. “I want to feel you raw. I want you to come inside me again.”
He pushed in one long, slow slide. I moaned so I heard it echo off the high ceiling, I didn’t mind getting caught. He entered me so fully my toes curled against the cold floor.
“Stay quiet,” he warned, even as he started thrusting in slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him pulling out, then slamming back in. “Unless you want Security to come check why someone’s screaming in here.”
I bit my lip, tried to muffle myself. Fuck, I Failed. Every time he bottomed out I made a broken little sound.
He wrapped my hair around his fist, yanked my head back so my spine arched showing off my curves.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he said, moaning softly.
“Yours,” I panted. “Professor Hale’s. Only yours.”
“That’s right.” He increased his speed, hips slapping against my ass. “No one else gets to fuck this tight cunt. No dump ass boys, not even silly Tinder dates. Just me. Is that clear?”
“Yes….oh fuck…just you…I'm gonna cum.”
He reached around, found my clit, and played with it between two fingers.
“Cum for me baby. Right here on my podium. Where I grade papers. Where I lecture. Come all over the cock that owns you.”
The command sent me over. My orgasm hit so hard my legs were shaking, my eyes rolled up, and squeezing him so hard I heard him curse under his breath. I came hard enough that I felt fresh wetness coat his shaft, running down my thighs.
He pulled out, rubbed his dick hard on my pussy, and tapped a few times.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I spun, dropped quickly. And opened my mouth before he would say the word.
He stoked himself, going up and down twice, then aimed at my face.
“Open wider.”
I did. Taking my tongue out.
Hot stripes landed across my tongue, my cheeks, my chin. One thick rope hit my left eyelid. I blinked through it, tasting salt and him.
When he finished he smeared the head across my lips, painting them glossy.
“Swallow what’s in your mouth.”
I did. Then I leaned forward, licked him clean, slow and thorough, until he hissed from overstimulation and pulled away.
He helped me up, surprisingly gentle now. Grabbed tissues from his bag. Told me he brought them specially for this and wiped my face carefully.
He pulled my head close to his, taking my lips in a soft, almost sweet kiss, tasting himself on my tongue.
“Get dressed,” he said quietly. “But leave the panties here.”
I raised a brow. “You keeping them?”
“Evidence,” he replied, smirking. “And motivation.”
I wore my skirt and blouse commando, the denim now felt rough against my sensitive, swollen pussy. Every step rubbed me, kept me aware of him even after he zipped up and unlocked the door.
He walked me to the hallway.
“Tonight,” he said very quietly. Private. “My place. Eight sharp. Wear something easy to take off.”
I smiled, still tasting him on my lips.
“Will there be extra credit?”
He rubbed my cheeks lightly with his thumb.
“That depends on how good you fuck me tonight.”
And walked out, back to the no nonsense professor everyone knew.
I watched him go down the corridor till he turned, my pussy over sensitive from his thick cock.
I wished eight was just now.