CHAPTER 3: OFFICE AFTER HOURS PT 2

Sara walked into the lecture hall the next week, her heart already beating faster than normal. She chose her usual seat in the back row, far from the front where Professor Kane stood arranging his notes. 

The moment she sat down, memories from his office flooded her mind. She could still feel his tongue on her pussy, the way his fingers had curled inside her, and the taste of his cum on her lips. Her body reacted instantly. Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet.

Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. 

Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. 

The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, and every small movement sent a jolt of need through her.

She shifted in her seat again, trying to find some relief. The ache was getting stronger. Her nipples hardened against her bra, rubbing with every breath. 

She glanced around at the other students. They were all taking notes or looking at the board. No one was paying attention to her. 

For a second, she considered slipping her hand under her skirt right there in the back row. She could rub her clit quickly, just enough to take the edge off. But the risk was too high. Someone could turn around at any moment and see her. The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and stayed still.

The frustration built. Her pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something inside it. She could feel her juices leaking out, making the inside of her thighs slippery. 

Professor Kane walked across the front of the room, gesturing at the whiteboard. Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. 

She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

Finally, the lecture ended. Students started packing up their bags and talking among themselves. Sara grabbed her backpack quickly, shoving her notebook inside. She was ready to flee. Her pussy was throbbing so badly she could barely think straight. She stood up and headed for the door, keeping her head down.

“Sara,” Professor Kane’s voice called out clearly across the room. “Wait after class. I need to speak with you.”

Her stomach flipped. A few students glanced at her, but most continued leaving. 

Sara froze for a second, then nodded and sat back down. Her legs felt weak. She waited as the last students filed out, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The lecture hall was suddenly empty and quiet, except for the sound of her own heartbeat.

Professor Kane walked over to the main door and locked it. The metallic sound echoed. He turned and looked at her, his eyes dark with the same hunger she had seen in his office. “Come here,” he said.

Sara stood up on shaky legs and walked toward him. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. His mouth crashed down on hers in a rough kiss. It was just as demanding as the one in his office. His tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting her deeply. Sara moaned and kissed him back, her hands gripping his shirt. All the frustration from the lecture poured out in that kiss. Her body pressed against his, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against her stomach.

He broke the kiss and spun her around, pushing her forward so her hands landed on one of the student desks in the front row. “Bend over,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.

Sara did as he said, leaning over the desk. Her skirt rode up her thighs. Professor Kane flipped it up over her ass and yanked her panties down to her knees in one quick motion. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices.

“Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.”

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.

He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in one hard thrust.

Sara cried out. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her walls. The sensation was intense after being so worked up. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked under her with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin loudly in the empty lecture hall.

“Take it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.”

“Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive.

Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

She came again, her pussy pulsing around his thick shaft. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, making her moan his name. Her juices coated his cock and ran down her legs. Professor Kane kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back slightly, making her back arch more.

“Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock again.”

Sara’s third orgasm hit her even stronger. Her whole body trembled violently. Her vision blurred for a second as the pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy squeezed him so tightly that he groaned loudly. He thrust deep a few more times, then pulled out and stroked his cock fast. Hot ropes of cum landed on her ass and lower back, some dripping down between her cheeks.

They both stayed still for a moment, breathing hard Sara’s legs felt like jelly. She had come three times, and her body felt thoroughly used and satisfied. Cum and her own juices mixed together, making a sticky mess between her thighs.

Professor Kane helped her stand up straight. He pulled her panties back up, trapping the mess against her skin. Then he kissed her again, slower this time, but still full of heat.

“Clean yourself up before your next class,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. “And try to focus next time.”

Sara nodded, still shaky. She grabbed her backpack and headed for the door, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of her panties with every step. The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms.

She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again