Emma Thompson was a 20-year-old junior at Riverside University in California. She had long wavy chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and a body that turned heads—full, perky C-cup breasts, a slim waist that flared into wide hips, and a round, firm ass that looked incredible in tight jeans. She was smart, but she also knew exactly how to use her looks when she needed to.
Professor Ryan Carter taught Advanced Literature. He was 42, tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a deep voice, and the kind of quiet authority that made girls in his class fantasize. He was married, but his wife had moved to New York for work six months ago. The distance had turned their marriage cold.
Emma had been teasing him all semester. She always sat in the front row, wore short skirts, crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly, and “accidentally” dropped her pen so she could bend over in front of him. Professor Carter tried to stay professional, but the tension had been building for weeks.
One Thursday evening, after the last class, Emma stayed behind.
“Professor Carter… I’m really struggling with the final paper,” she said softly, biting her lower lip. “Can I get some extra help?”
He looked at her for a long moment. The lecture hall was empty. The doors were closed.
“Emma, office hours are tomorrow,” he replied, his voice low.
“But I need it tonight,” she whispered, stepping closer. “Please, Sir.”
The way she said “Sir” made something snap inside him.
He stood up, walked to the door, and locked it. The click echoed in the big room.
“Lock the main door too,” he ordered.
Emma obeyed, heart pounding with excitement.
When she turned around, Professor Carter was right behind her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth as his big hands squeezed her ass roughly.
“Fuck, you’ve been teasing me all semester, you little slut,” he growled against her lips.
“Yes, Sir,” Emma moaned, grinding herself against the growing bulge in his pants.
He spun her around and bent her over his desk. Her short plaid skirt rode up, revealing a tiny black thong. He yanked it down to her ankles in one motion.
“Spread your legs.”
Emma obeyed, standing on her tiptoes, ass up, pussy already wet and glistening.
Professor Carter dropped to his knees and buried his face between her cheeks. His tongue licked her from clit to asshole in long, slow strokes. Emma whimpered loudly, gripping the edge of the desk.
“Oh god… Sir… that feels so good…”
He sucked her clit hard while sliding two thick fingers deep inside her tight pussy. He finger-fucked her fast, curling them against her G-spot until her legs started shaking.
“I’m gonna cum—fuck—I’m cumming!” Emma cried out.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she came hard, juices running down her thighs.
Professor Carter stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick, 8-inch cock. It was rock hard, veins bulging, the head already leaking precum.
He rubbed the head up and down her soaked slit.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir… Please fuck me. I need your big cock inside me. Use me like your little college whore.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her.
“Fuuuuck!” Emma screamed in pleasure.
He didn’t go slow. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding her pussy over the desk. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the lecture hall. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he railed her.
“You like getting fucked by your professor, don’t you?”
“Yes! Harder, Sir! Own this pussy!”
He spanked her ass hard, leaving red handprints. Then he reached around and rubbed her clit while slamming into her. Emma came again, even harder this time, her walls pulsing around his thick cock.
Professor Carter pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the desk. He pushed her legs back toward her shoulders and slid back inside her in one smooth stroke. In this position he could fuck her even deeper.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he commanded.
Emma stared into his eyes, moaning shamelessly with every thrust. Her tits bounced under her top. He pulled her shirt and bra down, sucking hard on her nipples while pounding her soaked cunt.
After several minutes of intense fucking, he groaned, “I’m close.”
“Cum inside me, Sir. Please fill your student’s pussy.”
With a deep growl, Professor Carter buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded Emma’s tight pussy. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily. His cock still twitching inside her cum-filled pussy.
Finally, he pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from her used hole onto the desk.
Emma smiled wickedly, dipped her fingers into the mess, and licked them clean while looking him straight in the eyes.
“Same time next week, Professor?”
He smirked. “Be prepared to stay after class every Thursday from now on.”
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