Drip-sturbation: 40 shades of sin

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act

I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll.

I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

“God, Clara… we really shouldn’t be doing this,” he groaned, his hands squeezing my ass, fingers digging in like he couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.

I leaned in, pressing my tits against his chest through my half-unbuttoned blouse, my hard nipples rubbing against him. I tightened my pussy around his cock on purpose, lifting up slowly until just the swollen head was stretching me, then sliding all the way back down with a wet, filthy sound. My juices were everywhere; it was coating his shaft, and even dripping down onto his balls, as I kept riding him nice and steady, working for that 'A’ I needed so badly.

The office door suddenly swung open without any knock.

Professor Ethan Harlan stood there in the doorway, with keys still in his hand, looking stunned. He was easily the hottest professor on campus; he was young, only twenty-eight, he was tall and broad-shouldered that filled the air, with that sharp jaw, stormy gray eyes, and dark hair that always looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. I’d been trying to get his attention for months, ever since he started at the college. I had worn shorter skirts, I even lingered around after lectures, I made “accidental” little touches, but nothing had worked.

For a long, frozen moment, the only sound in the room was the slick, messy glide of my pussy sliding up and down Blake’s cock.

Blake’s eyes went wide with panic. “Harlan—shit—get out!” He grabbed my hips, trying to shove me off him.

I just smiled to myself and clamped my thighs tighter around him, locking my ankles behind his back so he couldn’t pull out. Instead, I rolled my hips again, slowly and deliberately, lifting until only the tip stretched me open, then sinking down deep, letting the wet slap of our bodies echo through the quiet office. I braced my hands on his shoulders and started riding him, in a way that made my tits bounce inside my open blouse.

I kept my eyes locked straight on Harlan the whole time. My pussy clenched visibly around Blake’s thick cock as I picked up the pace, spreading my legs wider so Harlan could see everything. I reached back with both hands, pulled my ass cheeks apart, and ground down hard, giving him a clear view of how my tight, pink folds gripped and released Blake’s shaft, how creamy and wet I was, and how my swollen clit throbbed with every thrust.

My breathing got heavier, soft moans slipping out as I fucked myself on Blake right in front of him. I arched my back, letting my breasts spill further out, nipples stiff and begging, while I rolled my hips in those filthy little circles. My juices were dripping messily down Blake’s cock, soaking his balls and the chair underneath us.

Blake groaned, his hands stopping their frantic pushing. Instead, he gripped my hips tighter and started thrusting up into me, unable to hold back anymore.

I rode him faster, grinding my clit hard against him, my moans were growing louder and more desperate. The orgasm was building fast and hot inside me, and I stared right into Harlan’s stormy gray eyes the entire time, showing him exactly how soaked and eager I got just from knowing he was watching me.

The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy was gushing and clenching tight around Blake’s cock as I cried out, my thighs were shaking, and my juices were flooding around him. I kept riding, never looking away from Harlan, letting him see every tremble, every drip, and every spasm of pleasure.

Blake followed right after with a choked groan, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he filled my pussy with hot, thick cum. His cum spilled out around his softening length, running down my thighs in warm, messy trails.

Still sitting on Blake’s cock, with my chest heaving, and my pussy throbbing and leaking on his load, I looked straight at Professor Harlan. My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time.

Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock.

Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thighs. Professor Harlan might have walked out, but that bob of his Adam’s app

le told me everything I needed to know.