Professor’s Filthy Extra Credit: Part 3

I stood on Professor Kane’s doorstep at exactly 7 PM, my short black skirt barely covering my ass and no panties underneath, just like he ordered. My pussy was already soaked, aching from thinking about him all day.

The door opened and there he was, tall and commanding in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark eyes immediately scanned my body.

“Inside,” he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in. The door slammed shut behind me.

He pushed me against the wall in the foyer of his luxurious home and slid his hand straight under my skirt. Two thick fingers ran along my bare, dripping pussy.

“Fuck, Sophia,” he growled. “You’re already drenched. Walking around campus all day with this wet little cunt thinking about your professor?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, hips twitching against his hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He smirked and pushed two fingers deep inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders.

“Good girl. Now come with me.”

He led me into the living room and pushed me down onto the large leather couch. In seconds, he had my hands tied tightly behind my back with a silk tie he pulled from his pocket.

“Professor… what are you going to do?” I asked, breathing fast, completely helpless now.

“I’m going to edge this greedy pussy until you’re begging and crying for release.” He dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs.

“Oh my god!” I cried out as his tongue attacked my clit. He licked and sucked like a man possessed, two fingers pumping deep inside me. The pleasure hit me instantly.

He brought me right to the edge in minutes, my thighs shaking around his head. Then he pulled back completely.

“No! Please, sir… I was so close!”

“Not yet,” he said darkly, blowing cool air on my throbbing clit. “You don’t come until I decide.”

He tortured me like that for what felt like hours. His tongue, his fingers, even his thick cock rubbing against my clit, he brought me to the brink again and again, only to stop every single time. I was sobbing, hips desperately chasing his mouth.

“Professor Kane, please!” I begged, tears running down my cheeks. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come so bad. Please let me come!”

He finally untied my hands, laid me back on the couch, and climbed on top of me in missionary. His thick cock pressed against my entrance.

“You want it?” he growled, gripping my throat lightly with one hand.

“Yes! Please fuck me, sir!”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch deep. I screamed in pleasure as he started pounding me hard, the couch creaking beneath us.

“Fuck, this tight student pussy feels even better than I imagined,” he groaned, choking me just enough to make my head spin. “Look at me while I ruin you.”

My eyes locked on his as he fucked me mercilessly, deep and fast. The pressure built insanely fast after all that edging.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna squirt!” I gasped, shocked.

“Then squirt all over your professor’s cock like a good little slut.”

He pounded harder, thumb rubbing my clit. I exploded. My pussy gushed hard, squirting all over his cock and the leather couch as I screamed his name. The orgasm was so intense my vision went white.

Professor Kane kept fucking me through it, then groaned deeply as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me with hot cum.

I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath, when he reached for his phone on the side table. He pressed play on a video.

My eyes widened in horror. It was everything, me bent over his desk in his office, me on my knees sucking him, and now this on his couch. Hidden cameras had recorded it all.

“These videos are mine now, Sophia,” he said calmly, still buried deep inside me. “You belong to me for the rest of the semester.”