Professor’s Filthy Extra Credit: Part 2

I was still bent over Professor Kane’s desk, skirt bunched up around my waist and my soaked panties lying on the floor, when he stepped back and slowly unzipped his pants.

“Get on your knees, Sophia,” he commanded, voice deep and rough.

My legs were shaking as I slid off the desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. He towered over me, tall and intimidating, his dark eyes burning down at my flushed face.

He pulled out his cock and my eyes widened. It was thick, long, and already rock hard, the heavy head glistening. “Professor… it’s so big,” I whispered, a mix of fear and heat flooding through me.

“Open your mouth,” he said, gripping the base and tapping the fat head against my lips. “You’re going to learn exactly how I like it. Start by licking the head.”

I parted my lips and swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum. He groaned low, threading his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it. Good girl. Now take more. Suck on it.”

I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, trying to take him deeper. He was so thick my jaw already ached. I only managed halfway before I gagged and pulled back, coughing.

“Too big?” he asked, smirking down at me. “Poor little student. Can’t even handle her professor’s cock yet. But you’re going to try harder, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, embarrassed but strangely more turned on by his degrading words. My pussy throbbed again as I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth.

He guided me with a firm grip on my hair. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. That’s right… fuck, just like that. Deeper, Sophia. Show me you deserve that A.”

I pushed further, tears pricking my eyes as his thick cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard but he held me there for a second before letting me pull back for air.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice laced with dark praise. “On your knees in my office, choking on your professor’s cock like a desperate little slut. But you’re doing so well, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

His words sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs. The mix of humiliation and praise made my head spin. I moaned around his cock and tried again, bobbing my head faster, taking him as deep as I could.

Professor Kane groaned and started thrusting gently into my mouth. “That’s it. Use your tongue on the underside. Good. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible.”

I struggled, saliva dripping down my chin onto my blouse as he pushed deeper. My eyes watered but I didn’t stop. The way he looked down at me, hungry, possessive, made me want to please him even more.

He tightened his grip in my hair. “Ready for more? I’m going to fuck this pretty throat now.”

Before I could answer, he thrust forward, sliding deeper into my throat. I gagged loudly, tears streaming down my cheeks, but he didn’t pull back. He held me there, buried in my mouth.

“Breathe,” he ordered. “Relax. You can take it.”

He started fucking my face with steady, deep strokes, his balls slapping against my chin. Wet, filthy sounds filled the office as he used my throat. I gripped his thighs, trying to steady myself while he groaned above me.

“Fuck, yes. Such a perfect little cocksucker. Look at those tears. You’re making such a mess, but you love it, don’t you?”

I moaned around his cock, nodding as best I could. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. The degradation mixed with his rough praise was driving me insane.

He sped up, fucking my throat harder. “You’re going to swallow every drop like a good student. Understand?”

I whimpered in response, my jaw aching, throat sore, but completely soaked for him.

“Fuck…Sophia…” His hips stuttered. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, hot thick spurts shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed frantically, choking a little but taking everything he gave me.

He stayed in my mouth until he finished, then slowly pulled out. Strings of spit connected my swollen lips to his cock.

I gasped for air, tears still running down my face, cum and saliva dripping from my chin.

Professor Kane wiped my tears with his thumb, almost gently, then smirked. “Good girl. You swallowed every drop like my perfect little slut.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, looking down at me still kneeling there, ruined and panting.

“Tomorrow night. My house. Wear a skirt with no panties. If you’re late, I’ll punish that tight pussy until you cry.”