Fucked by my professor

I didn’t intend to seduce my professor. I intended to challenge her.

Dr. Evelyn Moreau had a reputation for being brilliant, composed, devastating in debate. Students either idolized her or feared her. I did neither and just watched her.

The first time I disagreed with her interpretation of a text, the classroom went silent.

“Desire,” she said coolly, “is most powerful when restrained.”

I leaned back in my chair. “Or when it’s acknowledged.”

Her eyes met mine sharp and assessing.

“Careful,” she said. “Provocation is easy. Insight is harder.”

A slow smile curved my mouth.

“I never choose easy.”

That was the beginning.

I was older than most in the program. Confident enough not to shrink under her gaze and this unsettled her.

Our debates became expected. Electric. The rest of the class faded whenever we spoke. She would circle my arguments like a predator testing strength.

After one seminar, she called me to her office.

The door closed softly behind me.

“You enjoy challenging me,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I stepped closer to her desk, placing my annotated copy of the novel down carefully. “Because you’re used to being obeyed.”

Her brow arched slightly. “And you’re not used to authority?”

“I respect it,” I said evenly. “I just don’t submit blindly.”

Silence stretched. The air felt thicker in her office. Books lining the walls. Late afternoon light cutting across her face.

“You’re walking a dangerous line,” she said quietly.

“With my grades?”

“With me.”

The words lingered. My pulse quickened but I didn’t retreat. “Is that a warning?”

“Yes.”

“Or an invitation?”

Her jaw tightened and she motioned for me to leave.

The tension escalated during private thesis meetings. We sat across from each other at first. Professional distance. Structured conversations. But every time our fingers brushed when exchanging papers, the contact lasted a fraction too long.

She never initiated but she never pulled away quickly either.

“You analyze intimacy like it’s a battlefield,” she said one evening.

“Isn’t it?”

“No.”

She stood, moving around her desk slowly. “It’s about control.”

“Exactly.”

Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she stopped beside me.

“You think control is power,” she said.

“It is.”

Her hand rested on the back of my chair. “Control,” she murmured, “is restraint.”

Her proximity made it hard to focus. “And what happens,” I asked quietly, “when restraint fails?”

Her fingers tightened slightly against the chair. “It doesn’t.”

I turned my head to look up at her. Her composure cracked first in her breathing. “This is inappropriate,” she said.

“Then tell me to leave.”

She didn’t but she moved away and went back to her seat.

“You always talk about restraint,” I said softly.

“Yes.”

“Does it get exhausting?”

Her gaze snapped to mine.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Then tell me.”

I stepped closer.

Not touching.

Just closing distance.

Her breath changed immediately.

“You’re my student,” she said.

“I’m an adult.”

“That doesn’t erase the power dynamic.”

Her voice was firm but not steady.

I reached out slowly, deliberately, giving her time to stop me.

My fingers brushed her wrist.

She froze.

“Say no,” I whispered.

Her eyes locked onto mine.

The storm outside cracked like punctuation.

“You have no idea,” she murmured, “what you’re doing to me.”

“Then show me.”

The restraint she’d worn like armor slipped.

She stepped into me and started kissing me hungrily with a bit of anger in her movement

But beneath it was hunger she’d buried for months. Her hand came to my waist, hesitant only for a second before settling with quiet authority.

When she deepened the kiss, I felt the tremor she’d tried so hard to conceal. Her control wasn’t gone. It was unraveling.

“You should leave,” she murmured against my mouth.

“I will,” I replied softly. “If you ask me to.”

She didn’t.

Her fingers slid into my hair, tilting my head back slightly.

The dominance in that subtle movement sent heat spiraling through me.

“You like testing boundaries,” she said.

“Yes.”

“And what happens when you find one you can’t control?”

I smiled faintly.

“I don’t want to control this.”

“Fine then, I have given you a chance to back out. There is a reason why most of the other female professors listen to me” she smiled dangerously and, in that moment, I knew I had met a dominatrix. One that I had defied several times and there is one thing everybody knows, YOU MUST NEVER DEFY A DOM.

“You want me to lose control, right?” she said softly

I gulped as she I looked into her eyes that was filled with a consuming heat. “Yes ma’am” I stuttered.

“Good. Tonight, you are mine… all mine”

“Oh yes ma’am” I found myself melting at her hungry gaze. “I’m all yours… use me the way you want ma’am”

She pushed me roughly against the desk and grabbed my shoulders in a hard grip before kissing me again in a kiss of conquest. She kissed me like she was claiming every part of my mouth. Sucking my tongue, nibbling my lips and I stood there following her lead where necessary. My knees started getting weak at her ministration and I grabbed the edge of the desk, indirectly pushing my breast upward and she noticed as he hands fell from my shoulder at once and started to forcefully squeeze them, finding my hard nipples and tugging them through my silk dress.

“Fuck! You are so responsive!” she said sounding pleased “I’m going to fuck you so hard…I will fuck you right of your mind… after tonight, you will be my bitch” she whispered in between her kisses down my neck.

I didn’t think I could more turned on than I already was, but her dominant foreplay and those words took to me to a whole new level of hyper-sensitivity. My pussy was dripping faster and I could feel every slight movement of her hands in a heightened manner.

Her hand started moving my dress up slowly and then she used her fingers to slide my panties to the side before she put two fingers in my pussy and started to pump me for a few seconds. When she sensed from my gasps and shudders that I was about to cum, she suddenly stopped, bringing me out slightly from my haze. “ First rule: you do not cum till I tell you too”

I started feeling the frustration of being denied the sweet orgasm I almost had, but at the same time, I enjoyed as she ordered me around. She moved away from me and brought out a bag from a locked cupboard. She opened it and it was full of different toys of different sizes. At that moment, I understood what she meant by other female lecturers being submissive to her. She had fucked them into submission and it was my turn now.

I was still in a daze when I felt something cold on my hands. I looked down and saw placing handcuffs around my wrists and she pushed me face down on her desk. She spanked my ass hard and said: “we don’t want your hands wandering around now do we?” I just found myself moaning. “You will take whatever I give you…I will use your pussy however I like… and you must love it” she said as she gripped my nipples hard

I nodded meekly in agreement and in truth, at that moment, I would like everything she did to me. I was so turned on that I was ready to do anything to please her, even cross boundaries that I have never crossed.

While I was still faced down, she pushed the hem of my dress upward and it bunched around my waist. In a quick motion, she pulled down my black thong down my legs to my ankles before I stepped out of it. She pushed each leg apart and started running her hands from my thighs to my cunt as my body shivered from the pleasure. Suddenly, she pushed something into my pussy and as I heard the soft buzz and felt the rhythmic pulses, I knew it was a vibrator.

“That should keep you warmed up” she said as she spanked me. She then slowly untucked her shirt and trousers in the manner of a strip tease. After she was done, my sight was graced with her pair of full and firm breasts, encased and uplifted in a lace black bra as she removed the band from her hair and let it loose around her shoulders. I looked down at her flat stomach and wide hips that held up the black thong.

I was a moaning mess, lost in admiration while my pussy was filled with rhythmic movement from the vibrator. She climbed on the desk and sat in front of my head before taking my head and brought it to her pussy. Then she took out a soft whip from the bag and hit my ass twice with it.

“Lick me up, you slut… eat your mistress’s pussy” she ordered as she continued to punish my ass and I eagerly obeyed. My tongue met her labia and started to lick to her pussy and I was rewarded with. I continued to press my tongue against her entrance and started to roll my tongue in her entrance and continued to flick her till she grabbed my head and started rubbing her pussy hard on my face as she started. “Fuck! I’m cumming” she said as she started to quiver and more juices poured from her pussy.

She climbed down from her desk and reached into the bag and brought out an 8- strap-on dildo. “it’s time for me to fulfill my promise to you. I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.

I swallowed nervously as I have never been fucked with a dick that size before. I looked at the strap-on cock that was ribbed and it had a double dildo that could enter the pussy of the person fucking with a vibrating clip at the front. I watched as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up her legs. The she put in the dildo that faced her into her pussy as she released a satisfied moan before she turns on the vibrating clip that was firmly attached to her clit.

She came right behind me as she spread my legs wider and removed the humming vibrator that had been sending waves of pleasure in my pussy for a while. Then she pushed the cock in quickly without warning and started to pump my pussy with the big cock. She increased the tempo as she moved her hips back and forth, pounding me hard as the noises of my moan filled the office. She noticed I started quivering and she spanked me, warning me again not to cum without her permission. At this stage I felt tortured. Since we started, I have not been able to have my release.

“Please ma’am…let me cum on your cock” I begged

“No! you must feel the frustration I felt as I have felt from your sharp mouth these months” she replied.

She continued to fuck me harder and faster. Making me loose balance as I tried my best to control my orgasms. My cries became louder and louder as she continued to fuck me hard as she grabbed and started squeezing my nipples. I was unbearably close to cumming as the ridged edges of the cock kept rubbing my pussy walls.

As she too started breathing louder as she neared her orgasm, she took her hand from my breast and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as she continued to pound my pussy. “Cum for me now… pour your juices over my cock” she ordered. That was the push I needed to finally release the control I tried to maintain and for the first time that evening, my pussy started clenching on the cock and pushed it out as juices squirted out all over the floor. I had never experienced such a strong orgasm before.

I laid down face flat on the desk blowing hot air as I tried to catch my breath. I heard her moaning loudly as she also had her own orgasm. She patted my hair and brought the cock before my face. “Lick your juices off my cock.” She ordered and I gathered my control back and started licking it off.

After she let me catch my breath and drink some water from the bottle on the desk, she uncuffed my hands and instructed to lay down face up. She grabbed my hips and brought me to the edge of the desk and entered me again with the cock and started pounding my pussy all over again. She took a vibrator from the bag and placed it on my clit as she continued to pound me. I laid there grabbing my nipples as my moans continued to get louder. “Please can I cum … mistress…please let me cum” I begged.

“Fine. Cum now!” she did not need to finish before I came undone again. I laid there weakly, trying to catch my breath.

“Get down here and make your mistress cum” she ordered as she took off the strap-on dick. I saw how the dildo she removed from her pussy was dripping wet with her juices and she caught my gaze, she brought the cock to my lips and I immediately lapped on it, licking the juices greedily.

She sat back on the chair and spread her legs on both of the arm rests. “Come over here and fuck me with that dildo”

Immediately, I knelt before her and started to fuck her pussy with the dildo held in my hand as I pumped her as fast I could. She began to ger a slightly glazed look and her hips began to tremble as she grabbed her nipples. “Fuck! Go faster” she ordered and immediately I increased my pace as I watched my professor get consumed with pleasure at my hands. Suddenly, she released a cry as she grabbed my hands and directed it to pound her pussy roughly. She gave a shriek that she was cumming as she grabbed my hand in place as she bucked all over and collapsed on the chair breathing hard.

I knelt before her as I watched her unravel from her orgasm quietly. “That was really good” she said gently as she squeezed my breasts. “You were amazing…better than I imagined”. She said as she kissed me softly

“Ohh mistress, I’ve never has it so good… this was better than I imagined… I think you are the best fuck I have ever had” I said as I kissed her back. “Thank you… thank you so much”

She smiled and I could sense the relief as well as pleasure. I suddenly realized that she took a risk by fucking me and she was not gentle at all.

“You liked it then?” she asked uncertain. I quickly reassured her. “It was wonderful and it was so sexy seeing you loose control while still being in control” I affirmed and she looked delighted.

“Please, ma’am, I hope this is not just a one-time thing. I want to get to know you and I want you to fuck me so many more times” I asked with doubt and fear of her refusal

“ Hope you know I cannot have a normal relationship with you?” she asked

“Why?”

“ I’m a Dom and I don’t do love. I control and I fuck” she whispered in my ears.

“I’m willing to be your sub” I answered

“ You are too stubborn to be submissive”

“I will learn…I will change…I will do anything to have more of you” I declared

“ Go and research what it means to be a Sub then come back and see me when you are ready. Don’t make such a decision after what we just had. There is more to such relationship than sex.” She said ending the conversation as she stood up and took towels to clean our thighs and dress up to leave.

“This can’t affect your work,” she said, voice regaining some steadiness.

“It won’t.”