0005: Bend Me Over, Professors— Part 2

LIANA

A towering figure filled the door frame.

Panic surged through me as I realized who it was—Professor Sean from the Literature department.

My hands flew to my chest in an attempt to cover whatever dignity I still had left.

His presence hit me like a cold splash of water and a sudden rush that made my heart race. Sean wasn't as classically appealing as Reynold. He was older, with a lean, intense look that suddenly felt like he was just as potent as Professor Reynold. And the smirk on his face? It was knowing. Unsettling.

Reynold immediately tensed behind me, grabbing my hips to steady himself as I struggled to pull my jeans up.

"Well, well," Sean drawled, stepping fully into the room, his eyes raking over my chest and flushed skin. "Looks like I missed the main event. But I figured when I saw Liana Brooks heading towards this wing, I’d find the college's dirty little slut unfolding right here."

His words— calling me a dirty little slut out loud to another professor, should have made me mortified. But the heat pooling between my legs immediately flared again. I was already wet, already aching, and now there were two of them.

I guess I was a slut after all.

"Couldn't keep the door locked, Elijah?" Sean teased with a smirk, his gaze dropping to the visible, straining bulge just behind his own trousers. "Didn't think to invite a colleague to share the holiday cheer, eh?”

I watched as Elijah Reynold’s expression shifted from stunned annoyance to a dangerous heated look. He didn't bother to fix his clothes. Instead, he did the unthinkable. His hand slammed down, hard, on the curve of my butt cheek causing me to yelp. I cried out—a sharp, hoarse sound that was half-pain, half-pleasure. My hips instinctively bucked against him, causing my butt to grind against his cock.

"She’s certainly big enough to go round," Reynold growled, his hand kneading the soft flesh he’d just struck. "But she’s mine first."

The possessive declaration sent a shudder through me, making my nipples harden against my palm.

I loved the feeling of being claimed.

Reynold yanked my head back by a handful of my hair, forcing my face to look at him. The pressure hurt, but the dominance of the gesture was equally electrifying. It swallowed every bit of pain I should have felt. He crushed his lips down on mine in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of both sin and lust. His hands left my hair to brutally grope my butt, squeezing and kneading my flesh, while the other crawled up slowly to cup my heavy breasts.

Just as the kiss got more intense, he pulled back abruptly, his eyes dark with untamed lust, and with a rough push, shoved me towards Professor Sean.

The man caught me easily, his large, callous hands immediately closing over my hips. He dragged me against him, and I felt the shocking, immense pressure of his hard-on grinding against the wet, throbbing entrance of my pussy.

"Let's see if this nasty little thing can handle a real man's appetite," Sean muttered, his voice a low and dark.

I felt myself melt into his grip, my body already offering up my submission. This was supposed to be a nightmare. I'd come here with the intention of shooting my shot at Reynold, and now, it was about to be claimed by two dominant men. Still, I knew it was going to be a filthy encounter I’d forever remember.

Sean suddenly pushed me down toward the cold, hard floor, forcing me on my knees, right in the same room where I had just been fucked by his colleague

He reached for his belt with such unhurried precision. My heart pounded a furious rhythm against my ribs as I looked up at the older, more intimidating man.

Immediately his zipper gave way, his stiff cock, glistening with precum sprang free.

My hands immediately reached for the thick, straining, unbelievable length of him, a reflex born out of sheer, desperate lust. I pushed his cock into my mouth, gagging a little as his endless length hit the back of my throat. The air was thick with the scent of two aroused men, and the smell of my own dripping desire.

Sean's hand clamped on the back of my neck, guiding me into a more stable position with a possessive force that sent a shiver through me. I swallowed hard, looking up at his intense, unforgiving eyes before lowering my gaze.

He leaned forward, his voice dangerously low. "You wanted to be a nasty little slut for us, didn't you, Liana? Now prove it. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

The dirty talk was a heavy weight, pressing down on my control, forcing the last shreds of my polite student persona to crumble. I was consumed by the thrill of it, the illicit, dangerous, thrilling submission to these two powerful men.

I immediately swung to action, head bobbing on his length, eyes snapping shut to savor the feel of his huge cock in my mouth. I worked with a feverish intensity, my movements driven by a fierce need to please and a desperate need to soothe the internal pressure building between my legs. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, pulling low, guttural groans from Sean. His fingers tightened in my hair, anchoring me to his pleasure.

"That's it, you dirty little whore," he growled, his hips surging forward, driving the intensity further, stealing my entire breath. "Take every inch of daddy's cock.”

My throat ached, my eyes watered, but I didn't dare stop. I was lost in the overwhelming movement of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in wet slapping sounds.

I could hear Reynold breathing heavily behind me, his hands caressing the back of my head as I continued working the length of Sean's cock. I felt his length tightening inside my mouth as the first shot of his warm cum hit the back of my throat. I kept my pace, milking. Sucking. Digesting every bit of my Professor.

Just as I thought I'd have enough of his seed down my throat, I felt the withdrawal of his thick length leaving my mouth. Reynold’s voice immediately cut through the haze.

"My turn.”

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I turned to look at him.

“You wanted us to use you, right? We will."

He lifted me, positioning me over the edge of his desk again. His hands gripped my hips and slowly, deliberately, he guided his hard length to a place that felt like it had never been touched.

It seemed watching me give Sean a blowjob had gotten his cock even more thicker than before.

“Spread wider for daddy, you dirty little thing.”

I felt a sharp pang of apprehension mixed with the blinding heat as his length drove further, stretching me unbelievably. I tensed, but the desire to obey, to take what he offered, was stronger.

I spread my legs wider, pussy dripping endlessly for him.

“Please…fuck me, daddy.” I cried, needing him to move inside me. I was feeling the ache tightening relentlessly in my core.

He ignored my desperate plea, applying a slow, insistent pressure that was both agonizing and thrilling. Then, with a gasp from both of us, he moved.

The shock of the invasion was immense, a full, stretching sensation that momentarily stole my breath.

I wriggled, clenching the edge of the desk like it was some sort of lifeline until my knuckles whitened.

"Don't you dare fight it," Reynold hissed in my ear, his voice rough and low. "It's all pleasure, baby girl. Just take it.”

He began to move at a fast, deep, pace that quickly became surprisingly intense. My initial shock dissolved into pure, raw sensation as my body started to adjust, contracting around his invading cock.

Sean was suddenly there beside me, grabbing my head. He held me tightly against the desk, and the thick, wet head of his cock bumped against my mouth, which was already wide open and uttering all sort of pleasurable moans.

"You like my cock inside your mouth" Sean murmured, his voice a dark murmur. "Open wide for me, slut."

He drove his entire length into my mouth while Reynold continued his assault to my pussy. I was utterly stretched, completely filled, suspended between two hard, possessive forces. The combined sensation was a blinding rush that had me screaming my lungs out in ecstasy.

I was being used, punished, and pleasured, and I couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted to. My voice broke on a strangled moan as the two Professors continued their unforgiving assault, claiming every inch of my body.

This is it.

This was the filthy fantasy I had been craving since the moment I first saw Professor Reynold's intense gaze in the lecture hall. I was the college slut, and they were the gods punishing me for my wickedness—except this punishment felt more like a blinding reward.

"You belong to us now, Liana," Reynold's voice was a low growl. His cock was a hard, relentless pressure inside my pussy

Sean gripped my chin, titling my chin up so I could look at him, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hammered his thick cock into my mouth. "Did you hear that, you naughty thing?”

I couldn't respond.

I was close to my climax. Close to the edge. So fucking close to seeing stars.

The combination was too much. Too big. Too fast.

My pussy was squeezing desperately around Reynold's cock, while my mouth was sucking and milking Sean's length.

I clenched my muscles around both cocks, pushing myself against the desk, screaming as the orgasm shot through me in frantic waves.