Making my professor c*m 2

I knew the reason my professor kept failing me and it was none other than the fact that we had a one-night stand.

This happened before he even started working at the university. I had gone to a club one night with Kylie and had gotten really drunk. I couldn't find her that night, and that’s when I stumbled into Alexander, the same man now sitting in front of me.

I was drunk, yes, and whenever I drank, I got horny. It had always been that way. Just two glasses of alcohol and I’d turn needy. So, when I saw the attractive stranger before me, things escalated fast. Before I knew it, I was already naked beneath him.

The next morning, I ran without looking back, only to later discover that the man I had cheated on my boyfriend with, the man I couldn’t get out of my head, was my new professor.

Since then, I’d done my best to ignore him and in return, he’d made it his mission to make things difficult for me.

“Sit down, Serena,” Alexander ordered.

I took a deep breath and obeyed, walking over to the seat in front of him without offering so much as a word or greeting. Dropping my bag onto the desk, I slumped into the chair, crossing my legs as my short cheerleading skirt inched higher, revealing more of my thigh.

I didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to it or his amused grin as his gaze moved back to me

 I watched him open his mouth, about to speak, but before he could, I cut him off, saying exactly what I’d been practicing before coming here.

“Are you failing me because of that night?” I placed the result paper on the desk, pointing at the glaring D. “Is this your sick attempt to get back at me for ignoring you, or your way of trying to get my attention? Because I can’t think of any other reason I’d get a D when I should have gotten nothing less than an A. I need an explanation!”

I said it firmly, my voice steady. I almost felt proud for sounding strong—

 But that feeling disappeared in an instant with his next words.

“An explanation? Why would you need one… when you already said it all?”

“W-what?” I stammered in shock, but he continued.

“Yes, I admit, you should’ve gotten nothing less than an A. But I gave you a D because of that night. I wanted your attention, since you’ve been clearly ignoring me.”

Huh?!

“But,” he paused, leaning against the desk with a raised brow, “there’s a way to change your grade to what you actually deserve.”

My heart pounded in my chest as his words sank in. I swallowed hard, uneasy but curious.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“You’ll have to do something for me in return.”

I knew I shouldn’t ask but I couldn’t stop myself.

“And what is that?”

“It’s simple, really,” he said smoothly. “All you have to do is get on your knees and make me cum, just like you did that night.”

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I should’ve said no. Should’ve walked away. But I hadn’t and now here I was, staring at the thick length that belonged to the man I call my professor.

I was soaked, my panties  drenched.

It was just as I remembered— big, thick, and God, those veins… so fucking hot.

I couldn’t help but lick my bottom lip, my gaze locked on him. The urge to have him in my mouth was agonizing.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Alexander murmured in amusement.

My breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around his hard cock, guiding it toward my lips. The tip brushed against them, and my eyes widened.

“I don’t mind you staring,” he said, his tone low and teasing, “but I’m not going to cum like that. Time’s ticking, and your grades won’t change if you don't start sucking”

He nudged the tip against my mouth.

“Get to work, sweetheart. Show me just how badly you want that A+.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, my pussy throbbing in response as my face flushed a deep shade of pink.

Before I could stop myself, my lips parted, welcoming him in.

Alexander released his grip, and I reminded myself, this was only for cheerleading, there was nothing more to it.

I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base of his thick cock, my mouth slowly taking him in— inch by inch.

A soft moan escaped me as I closed my eyes at the fullness of Alexander's cock, and I couldn’t help but press my thighs together, trying to ease the growing ache between them.

Fuck, this was supposed to be for cheerleading. I wasn’t even supposed to be enjoying this.

“Good girl,” Alexander groaned, his voice husky as he spread his thighs further apart.

My gaze flickered up to him. His head was tilted back, body completely relaxed, strands of hair falling loosely across his face.

“Suck my dick well, sweetheart,” he rasped, and I turned my attention back to him, beginning to bob my head.

I moved slowly, picking up a steady pace. Each movement made his cock brush the back of my throat, drawing soft gags from me with every stroke.

 “Mmmm, just like that” he growled as I moved faster, my eyes fluttering shut, beginning to water.

Alexander was fucking huge. Way bigger than my boyfriend.

God, I was terrible. Comparing my professor’s dick to my boyfriend’s, what kind of person did that?

But I couldn’t stop. My hand slipped beneath my skirt as I kept sucking Alexander, my body shuddering the moment I touched my soaked panties.

Without a second thought, I pushed them aside and slid a finger inside me, moaning almost instantly.

I was so fucking sensitive. 

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I moved my finger in and out of me at a fast pace, trying to ease the ache inside.

“Seems like you're enjoying yourself there,” Alexander’s voice  made me snap my eyes open. Before I could even look up at him or react, his fingers tangled in my hair, and without ceremony, he began guiding my head down his dick, forcing me to follow his rhythm as he used my mouth for his pleasure.

I groaned, pulling my finger away from my pussy, my hands gripping his thighs for balance as he continued to move my head, slightly thrusting his hips.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick, so warm and tight. Fuck. I'm so close.”

His praise made my pussy throb, and I inhaled sharply through my nose, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat harshly, making me gag.

I let him use me, but this time, I didn’t delude myself into thinking it was for cheerleading anymore. This time, it was because I wanted this.

 I wanted him to cum in my mouth.

I felt his dick twitch in my tongue, and just as I eagerly awaited his cum, my head was yanked back forcefully, and Alexander’s cock slid out of my mouth with a wet pop.

I opened my eyes and stared at Alexander in confusion, but before I knew what was happening, my body was suddenly lifted into the air, and the sound of things falling to the ground reached my ears as I was placed on the desk, with Alexander positioning himself between my legs.

My eyes widened when I realized what was going to happen, and I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, his hand reached behind my head and his lips came crashing onto mine