Olivia and Her Professor 3

OLIVIA

Lowering to my knees in front of him, I push my long blonde hair over my shoulder as I wrap my fingers around his length, marveling at the size of him.

God, he’s so huge up close like this. I find myself having a moment’s hesitation, worried he’s not going to fit in my mouth, much less my pussy.

“You’re so big,” I tell him, stroking him with my hand.

“You can take me.” His tone is final. Authoritative. It makes me horny as hell. “Put it in your mouth. Now.”

I’m helpless to obey his orders, bringing his thick cock to my mouth. I flatten my tongue and drag it along the prominent vein on the underside of it before wrapping my lips around the head and taking him into my mouth.

He hisses, head falling back to rest against the back of the chair. I push up on my knees, bobbing my head up and down his length. He’s so big, I can barely fit him in my mouth. I take him until he hits the back of my throat and I hold him there until my gag reflex kicks in and I have to slide him out of my mouth. “This fucking mouth,” he grunts.

Bracing my hands on his thighs, I’m surprised at how tense I find them.  I alternate between stroking him and blowing him, rubbing my lips along the part of him that I can’t take into my mouth and soon, he starts thrusting into my mouth with reckless abandon.

Turned on beyond belief, my right hand steals between my legs and I start rubbing my clit in circles. When he sees what I’m doing, a groan tears from his throat and it’s a ragged sound.

He winds his fingers through my hair and uses it as leverage as he fucks my face hard. So hard that tears spring into my eyes and I have to remove my hand from between my legs and hold onto him for dear life.

When he swells to an alarming degree inside me and I think he’s about to come, he suddenly pulls out of my mouth. I can’t take my eyes away from his cock. He’s so huge, fat and purplish at the crown. It looks angry and I want to feel it inside me so bad.

My core pulses with need, empty and hungry for my professor’s fat cock.

“Look at me,” he orders.

When I don’t obey immediately, he tugs my head back with the hand he has in my hair and I’m forced to look away from his cock and look at him.

“I’m going to fuck you now and afterwards, we’re going to go our separate ways and pretend like today never happened. Understood?”

I shake my head. “What if I want to come back for seconds?” My voice is breathy with desire and I’m not even the least bit ashamed. I wonder what kind of picture we make right now.

With me kneeling between my professor’s spread legs, his cock standing hard and proud between us and his hand holding my hair in a tight grip while he scowls down at me, our faces centimeters apart. My eyes drop to his lips. I want to kiss him but I doubt he’d let me.

“Listen to me loud and clear, Olivia.” Professor Kade’s warning tone has my eyes jumping to his. “You are my student and I am your professor. This is wrong on so many levels and if this got out, we’d both be in big trouble, with me bearing the brunt of it. So, we do this now and forget about it.” His breath brushes my nostrils as he speaks and he smells like mint. “You say yes, I fuck you right here on this desk. You say no, you pick up your things, dress up and walk out that door. What do you say?”

This is a no brainer. I’d rather have him once than not at all.

Plus, there’s a part of me that feels like I can seduce him into fucking me again if I really put my mind to it. There’s proof of what I do to him right in front of me. I’m not the only one insanely attracted to the other here.

So I nod.

He shakes his head. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes, professor Kade.”

The air becomes thick with anticipation as we stare at each other. Professor Kade’s face draws tighter with lust as he tugs my tank top up my chest and my tits spring free. His eyes drop to them and a muscle jumps in his jaw.

He keeps my head tugged backward as he fondles them, squeezing one before moving to the other. He pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a loud moan from me. Then he slaps my tits. Hard.

I cry out in shock, surprised that I find it hot. I never knew I was into that. He slaps them a couple more times, watching them transfixedly until they’re red to match my ass. Only then does he stand, tugging me with him.

He swipes some materials he’s yet to put in his bag out of the way before bending me over the desk and lifting my hips into the air. He dives his fingers inside me and fucks me with them for a bit before he pulls them out and positions himself at my entrance.

The hot, hard head of him brushes against my wet folds and I push back against it, dying for him to fill me up.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks and I nod, desperate for him to just fuck me. “Good. I’m going to fuck you bare and fill you up so that when you’re walking out of here with my cum running down your thighs, you’ll remember it’s your professor who messed you up.”

“Please,” I beg, squirming. “Please just fuck me.”

He gives me what I want less than a second later.

He thrusts into me and my eyes tear from the force. He’s huge. Too huge. Pulling out, he thrusts again and I feel his balls slap against my ass, letting me know I’ve taken him. He fills me so much, it hurts.

“You’re too big,” I cry, torn between pleasure and pain.

“Yet you’re taking me so good,” he croons, sliding his hand up my back and fisting my hair. “What a pretty, little slut.”

The praise sends a rush of wetness to my core and when he thrusts this time, he’s not met with as much resistance as before.

He doesn’t fuck me gently. No, he fucks me hard. Like he’s mad at me for coming onto him and taking the anger out on my pussy.

It’s impossible for me to bite back my moans and cries so I don’t even try. How can I keep quiet when my professor is fucking the daylights out of me with his huge cock? I don’t stand a chance in hell.

When the force of his thrusts sends me skidding across the table, he holds onto my hips with his other hand and begins pulling me into his powerful thrusts. He’s splitting my insides and rearranging it all at once. I’ve never been fucked like this in my life and that’s why my orgasm wastes no time rushing at me.

Bending his knees, he heaves into me and I feel the head of his cock reach a part of me deep inside I never knew was possible to reach. That’s the final straw as I tumble off the cliff, my legs shaking as I cum around his length.

Professor Kade doesn’t stop fucking me. He fucks me right through my orgasm, which pushes me right towards another one.

“Ready for my come?” He asks, pulling on my hair until I’m standing upright, his cock still buried deep inside me.

I nod. “Please come inside me, Professor.”

The words have the exact impact I knew they would have. With an earth-shattering groan, he gives one last powerful thrust inside me and holds me in place as he cums. Sticky, hot liquid fills me, splashing against my inner walls as my head falls back against his shoulder.

He pulls out of me and my core clenches around nothing as his cum leaks out of me. I have to lean against his desk because my legs can’t hold me up anymore. They’re weak and feel like jelly.

He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.”

Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker?

When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

As I carry my bag and limp out the door, I turn once to see that professor Kade is back to his put together self and looks nothing like the man who just fucked my brains out on his desk. Turning around once more, I try as best as I can to hide my limp as I walk out of the classroom, my thighs sticky and uncomfortable.

Clarissa is not going to believe it. Hell, even I don’t believe it.

I fucked my chemistry professor.