Tempting Professor Jeff (4)

Anna pov

You can call me a dirty slut, but one thing is certain— I must have him today.

I have been teasing professor Jeff for weeks, wearing skimpy outfits to class, crossing my legs just right so he gets to peek up my skirt.

And now, here we are in his office after hours, the door locked and the air thick with tension.

“Earth to Anna,” Professor Jeff snaps, his voice pulling me back from my daydreams.

He’s leaning back in his chair and those sharp eyes are locking into mine. “You have been so distracted lately, Anna. What seems to be the problem?”

As he speaks, his gaze dips down, flicking over my tits straining against my thin crop top.

My nipples are so fucking rocking hard pocking right through the fabric like they are begging for his attention. 

Why wouldn’t they? I have been aching for him to notice, to touch.

I bite my lip, feeling that familiar heat pooling between my legs.

“You are distracting me, Professor,” I say, my voice low and husky. “And I need you.”

His eyes widen in shock but I see the hunger flicker there and the way his jaw tightens.

“Anna, this is totally out of line,” he growls but his stare doesn’t leave me.

“You need to be punished for acting like this.” Oh god, the word ‘punish’ sends a shiver straight to my core.

All I can think about is his mouth on my nipples, sucking them until I scream.

“Please, punish me, Professor,” I whisper, standing up slowly towards him.

My heart is pounding but I’m done waiting.

He looks like he might bolt but I can feel his eyes burning into me.

“A…Anna, you need to stop this right now!” he says while his voice is rough but it’s weak.

I turn and bend over his desk arching my back so my ass is on full display under this short skirt.

I glance over my shoulder catching him staring while his lust practically dripping from his eyes.

“Come on, Professor, please spank me,” I purr softly, wiggling my hips a little.

“I just want you to punish me, that’s all.” I bite my lips harder tasting the edge of desperation in my words.

He stares at me like I’m insane and for a second I think I have pushed too far. But then bam— he’s on me while his hand is wrapping around my neck from behind squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Is this what you want slutty Anna?” he murmurs right against my ear while his hot breath sensing goosebumps down my spine.

My body jolts with pleasure and relief while a soft moan escapes my lips.

“Uhmmm… yes, sir,” I gasp, my voice trembling as his right hand squeezes my ass cheek hard.

“Please more sir.” I voice out while he spanks me so hard that it stings so good.

The smack echoes in the quiet office, and I push against him craving more.

“Would you like to know what I do to bad students like you?” he whispers, his lip brushing my left ear.

His voice is so dark and commanding that it makes my pussy throb.

“Please…. sir, I really want to know,” I beg, my words tumbling out. “I have been a bad girl, and I need your punishment so bad.”

“Raise your skirt up and spread wide,” he commands, yanking my hair back to tilt my head.

“I would do anything for you sir.” hiking the fabric up over my hips, exposing my bare ass and wet thong barely covering my pussy.

I part my legs as far as they can over the desk while my thighs quiver for his cock.

His left hand trails up my inner thigh, teasing my sensitive skin until it reaches my tummy, then higher to my mouth.

“Open up and show Daddy how good you can please him.” he orders, shoving two thick fingers past my lips. 

I gag a little as they hit the back of my throat, tears welling up in my eyes but I suck eagerly swirling my tongue around them like it’s his cock.

“You are such a good slut, Anna,” he praises while his voice gravelly in approval. 

“Yes, keep sucking my fingers and show me how much you want my cock down your damn throat.”

I moan around his digits hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head while drool slipped down my chin.

He pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, and before I can catch my breath his hand is between my legs ripping my thong aside.

“Look at this soaked little pussy,” he growls, plunging two fingers straight into my dripping cunt without warning.

I cry out as my walls clench around the invasion as he curls them inside me hitting that spot that makes me go crazy.

“Fuck you are so tight, you dirty whore,” he says pumping his fingers in and out roughly.

The squelching sounds filling the room as his other hand tightens on my neck, choking me just right enough to make my head spin.

“You think you can tease me in class, flashing these tits and this ass, and not get fucked like the slut you are?”

“No, sir… I mean, yes, fuck me like slut,” I whimper while my voice from the pressure on my throat.

His fingers thrust deeper, faster, stretching my pussy while his thumb grinds against my clit.

The pleasure builds up sharp and intense as my hips buckle back to meet every brutal stroke.

“Beg for it, Anna. Tell me how bad you want Daddy’s fingers wrecking this greedy hole,” he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine.

I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass.

“Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations.

“Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.”

He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside.

“That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”

His grip on my neck tightens, cutting off my air for a beat and I shatter as my orgasm crashes over me while pussy spasming wildly around his fingers, juices gushing out as I scream his name.

He doesn’t stop drawing it out until I’m a trembling mess then finally eases his hand away.

I slump against the desk panting as a satisfied grin spreads across my face as the aftershocks ripple through me.

God, that was everything I wanted.

Professor Jeff’s steps back adjusting himself with a smirk. “Hope you’re ready for part 2 Anna,” he says with his eyes promising more.

“Because we’re just getting started.”