Fucking my married professor - 1

I had always the bold one, fucking what needed to be fucked to get by, and truthfully, I hadn't had any fun in a while. Till the day I saw Professor Alex walk through that door with the Dean, I knew I found my target.

While everyone else saw Professor Alexander Kane as the untouchable, married literature god, I saw a man starving for something real. Tall, mid-thirties, with sharp jawline, dark tousled hair that fell over his forehead when he got passionate, and a voice that wrapped around filthy poetry like silk.

Today I pushed every boundary. My white blouse was tailored tight, buttons straining over my full breasts, the top three undone to reveal deep cleavage and the black lace bra that barely contained me. The plaid skirt was scandalously short, paired with thigh-high stockings that ended in delicate bows. No panties. My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center.

Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened.

When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting caught makes everything… wetter?”

A few classmates chuckled, thinking it was just clever commentary. But Kane’s hand tightened on the lectern. I slipped two fingers between my slick folds under the desk, coating them thoroughly, then brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean while holding his stare. The wet sound was subtle, but his nostrils flared.

For the rest of class I teased mercilessly crossing and uncrossing my legs, letting my skirt ride higher, biting my lip when he looked, arching my back to push my chest out. By the end, the bulge in his trousers was unmistakable. Students filed out. I stayed seated until the room emptied.

“Miss Vale,” he said, voice dangerously low. “My office. Now.”

My heart raced with victory as I followed him, heels clicking, pussy dripping down my thighs.

The heavy door shut behind us. Kane spun me around and pressed me against it, mouth crashing down on mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. His hands roamed. squeezing my breasts through the blouse, hiking my skirt up to find me bare and soaked. “What was that huh? Trying to seduced a married man?”

“Yess.. ughh–” I moaned, his hot breath sprayed on my skin making me shudder.

“You’re going to get us both fired,” he growled against my lips, but his fingers were already sliding through my wetness.

“I need you,” I whispered. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about your cock for weeks.”

He cursed, then unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was impressive, unlike those small ones I have been managing, girthy with a slight upward curve, prominent veins running along the shaft, and a broad, flushed head already leaking precum. I dropped to my knees instantly, wrapping both hands around the base because one wasn’t enough.

I started slow worshipping his massive cock,, llicking from balls to tip in long, wet strokes, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty musk. Then I took him deep, relaxing my throat until my nose pressed against his abdomen. I bobbed my head with filthy enthusiasm, saliva dripping down my chin onto my cleavage.

Kane groaned, hand gentle in my hair. “Such a filthy good girl…”

His phone rang on the desk.

He froze. “It’s my wife.”

I pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Answer it,” then swallowed him to the hilt again, sucking harder.

Kane hesitated only a second before grabbing the phone. “Hey, Sarah… yeah, I’m still in the office going over an essay with a student.”

I made it deliberately loud, wet slurps, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat, moaning around his thickness. My hands stroked what my mouth couldn’t take while I sucked him like I was trying to drain his soul. He gripped my hair tighter, hips twitching.

Sarah chatted about grocery shopping and their daughter’s recital. Kane’s voice stayed mostly steady, but I doubled down, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue along the sensitive underside, then popping off to lavish attention on his balls, sucking one into my mouth while stroking his slick shaft fast.

“Everything’s… fine,” he said, voice roughening. “Just a complicated discussion.” I looked up at him with watery eyes, mascara smudged, lips stretched obscenely around his cock. The sight seemed to break him. He thrust shallowly into my mouth while discussing dinner plans with his wife.

The depravity sent heat flooding between my legs. I rubbed my clit furiously with one hand, coming hard on my knees while his married cock filled my throat. Kane’s thighs trembled. Finally he ended the call with a strained “Love you too.”

“You wicked little slut,” he snarled, dropping the phone. He fucked my face with deep, controlled thrusts, praising me hoarsely. “Sucking my cock while I talk to my wife… such a perfect filthy girl.” He came hard, flooding my throat with thick ropes. I swallowed greedily, milking every drop, then licked him clean with soft, adoring strokes until he softened.