CHAPTER 2: OFFICE AFTER HOURS PT 1

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. 

He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.

While he talked, her mind wandered. She imagined his hands on her body instead of holding the marker. She pictured him calling her name in that same calm, commanding tone, but in a completely different way. 

Heat built between her legs. Her panties were already damp, and every time he turned to face the class, her pussy throbbed a little more. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the ache, but it only made her clit rub against the fabric. A small shiver ran through her. She was getting wetter by the minute, and she could feel the slickness coating her inner thighs.

The lecture ended. Students started packing up their bags. 

Sara blinked and realized she had barely taken any notes. She grabbed her things quickly and headed for the door with the crowd. Professor Kane’s voice cut through the noise.

“Sara, wait a second.”

She stopped, her heart jumping. He stood by his desk, looking at her with those intense eyes. A few students glanced back but kept walking.

“You didn’t hand in your project today,” he said. His tone was professional, but there was something else underneath it. “It was due at the start of class.”

Sara’s face heated up. She had completely forgotten. The project was still sitting on her desk in the dorm room. “I’m sorry, Professor Kane. I left it in my dorm. I can bring it right now if you want.”

He nodded once. “Come to my office in thirty minutes. I’ll be there grading papers. Don’t be late.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly. The way he said “office” sent another rush of wetness between her legs. She hurried out of the building before he could see how flushed she was.

Thirty minutes later, Sara stood outside Professor Kane’s office door with the project folder in her hands. Her heart pounded hard. She had changed her panties in the dorm because the ones she wore in class were soaked through. 

Even now, walking across campus, she could feel fresh slickness building again just from thinking about being alone with him. She knocked softly.

“Come in,” his voice called from inside.

She opened the door and stepped into the small office. Books lined the shelves, and a desk sat near the window with papers spread across it. Professor Kane sat behind the desk in his chair. He had taken off his jacket, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing strong forearms. The door clicked shut behind her.

“Here’s the project,” Sara said, holding out the folder. Her voice sounded a little breathless.

He stood up and took it from her, placing it on the desk without looking at it. Then he stepped closer. The office suddenly felt much smaller. She could smell his cologne, clean and masculine with a hint of something woodsy. It made her head feel light.

“You’ve been distracted in class lately,” he said. He was only a foot away now. “I’ve noticed.”

Sara swallowed. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to focus better.”

Professor Kane reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her cheek. “It’s not just focus. I see the way you look at me. The way you squirm in your seat when I’m talking.”

Her breath caught. She could not deny it. Her pussy clenched at his words, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fresh panties she had just put on.

He leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me, Sara. Are you wet right now?”

She bit her lip, too embarrassed to answer at first. But the heat in his eyes made her nod slowly. “Yes… I am.”

That was all it took. Professor Kane grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly. His mouth crashed against hers, demanding. There was nothing gentle about it. His tongue pushed past her lips and claimed her mouth, tasting her deeply. 

Sara moaned into the kiss. Her hands came up to grip his shirt. The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every lecture.

He backed her up until her ass hit the edge of the desk. Papers shifted under her. One hand moved from her face down to her neck, holding her in place while he kissed her harder. His other hand slid under her skirt and straight between her legs. He cupped her pussy over her panties and groaned when he felt how soaked the fabric was.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered against her mouth. 

He rubbed his fingers along the wet material, pressing it between her swollen lips. Sara gasped and rocked against his hand. The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there.

Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.”

Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. 

Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver.

He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. 

The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled.

Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” 

He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth. 

The suction made Sara’s hips buck. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loud. The office walls were thin, and anyone walking by in the hallway might hear.

He pushed two fingers inside her while he continued sucking her clit. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. He curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. The combination of his mouth and fingers made wet sounds that filled the small room. 

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Yes… right there,” she gasped. 

Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her.

Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping. 

The pleasure was too much. Her legs shook harder, and her toes curled inside her shoes.

Professor Kane looked up at her without stopping. His eyes locked on hers while his tongue worked her clit. That eye contact pushed her over the edge. She came hard, her body jerking on the desk. 

Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, flooding his mouth with more of her juices. He kept licking her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was panting and trembling.

When the waves finally slowed, he pulled his fingers out slowly and stood up. His mouth and chin were shiny with her cum. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then leaned in and kissed her again. 

Mira could taste herself on his tongue, salty and sweet. The kiss was still rough, but slower now, letting her come down.

Mira’s hands moved to his belt. She wanted to return the favor. She unbuckled it quickly and pulled his zipper down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick. The head was already leaking pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip.

Professor Kane groaned into her mouth. “Touch me.”

She did. Her hand moved faster along his length while they kissed. He was rock hard, the skin smooth and hot. Veins pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He thrust slightly into her hand, clearly enjoying it.

Then Sara slid off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. He tasted salty from the pre-cum. She swirled her tongue around it, then took more of him in, sucking gently at first.

“Fuck, Sara,” he breathed. 

One hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her but not forcing. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked him with her mouth and hand. The sounds were wet and filthy mixed with his low groans.

She loved the way he felt in her mouth. Heavy and thick. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, moving faster. Professor Kane’s hips started to move, fucking her mouth in shallow thrusts. His breathing grew ragged.

Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath.

He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.”

The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.”

Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

He helped her up after, his hands gentle now. They both breathed heavily in the quiet office. The only sounds were their breathing and the distant noise of students outside the building.

Sara’s legs felt shaky. Her pussy still tingled from the two orgasms. She could taste him on her tongue and feel the mess between her thighs. Professor Kane pulled her close for one more kiss, slower this time, almost tender.

“We can’t do this again,” he said quietly against her lips, but his hands were still on her waist.

Sara d

id not answer. She knew it was risky. But the way her body still hummed with pleasure told her this obsession was far from over.