The Professor

CLAIRE

“You’re on the pill…you’ve got a boyfriend, right?”

He was driving me insane with his words, his hands dragging me to the edge of the desk as I gasped, the head of his dick pressing against my tight hole.

“Yes,” I mumbled, as he smirked again.

“Do you want this inside of you, Claire?”

“Y-yes!” I moaned, my arms around his neck as he suddenly slammed into me, his hands gripping my hips. I cried out.

I felt like he was ripping me in two, but pleasure soon drowned the pain. My hands grabbed frantically at his hair, his neck, anything. My legs wrapped around him. While he fucked me, his mouth smothered any noise emitted from my lips.

The desk was scraping against the floor, while his belt clanged against the metal table leg as he gripped my buttocks and slammed into me, over and over.

Suddenly he pulled out, and then I was being flipped over, my skirt hitched up around my waist. I could feel him examining me. He was squeezing my ass hard, and I moaned when he inserted a finger slowly into my rectum.

I’d had anal sex once, and it hurt bad. So imagine my surprise when he told me to relax, his voice soft and kind, unlike any other time I’d heard it.

Soon I was reeling with pleasure, as another finger joined the first. The juices from my pussy were running between my thighs, but he ignored that, instead taking me closer to an orgasm simply by using his fingers in my ass.

His other hand moved around to my front, and his fingers began massaging my clit. I couldn’t open my eyes now; my legs were like jelly and I was almost there.

“Do you like that, Claire? You’re so beautiful.”

I could barely speak, but when I did it was to ask for something more than what he was giving me.

“Fuck my ass!” I wailed. He chuckled, slapping one ass cheek hard as he pumped my clit.

“Fuck my ass what?”

I was so close now, but suddenly he had ceased all movement. I sat up, glancing behind me to see him popping the lid off a jar of Vaseline that he was now smearing over his dick.

I wondered why he had Vaseline with him, but I was soon back at the edge of pleasure when he stood behind me, his feet kicking my legs apart.

“Please!” I begged, and I could feel him pressing against my entrance. The tearing sensation eased somewhat when he began to massage the lube over my hole, before pressing his weight down on my body.

My mind was no longer sane, and I was losing every shred of coherence as he pushed himself farther into me; our fingers laced, and suddenly he rammed it in.

“Relax, Claire.”

I did as he commanded, and suddenly the waves of pain turned to pleasure once more. My muscles struggled to accommodate him, but then they were wrapping around him like a fist while I moaned loudly.

Soon his hand clamped over my mouth, and he fucked me slowly.

“Cum for me Claire,” he whispered in my ear.

His other hand found my clit and I could feel him spreading my legs even farther apart, giving him deeper entrance. He was picking up speed now, and I couldn’t help but cry out loudly as orgasm hit me and my body exploded with sensations I’d never felt in my wildest dreams.

He soon released me, his hands on my ass as he buried himself in me, letting out a deep growl and ejaculating into my ass.

He rested on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breath, before he lifted himself off me and stood up. I heard the jangle of his belt. He was getting dressed, I realized. I too needed to get back on my feet.

It was a lot harder than I anticipated, but somehow I managed to lift my legs into my panties and slide the fabric back into place to cover my throbbing holes.

I lifted my eyes to look at my professor, who was now standing beside his desk. The only sign that he had indulged in any strenuous activity was the fact his chest was still rising and falling rapidly.

He held out a paper to me before walking to the door and flicking the lights back on. I gazed at the paper to see he had given me an A.

“You deserved the A, but you deserved that fucking more.” He smirked as he sat down, before looking at me again.

“Anything else, Claire?”

“I want to fail every assignment,” I said, biting my lip as he chuckled.

“You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you, Sir.”