Professor’s Filthy Extra Credit: Part 5

Professor Kane’s cock was buried to the hilt in my ass, stretching me open, while he held the phone casually in his hand.

“Yes, Richard, the department budget review looks solid,” he said smoothly, his voice completely calm and professional as he switched the call to speakerphone.

I was bent over his desk, completely naked, trying not to make a single sound. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. The Dean’s voice filled the room clearly.

“Good to hear, Kane. I wanted to discuss Sophia’s recent performance. Her grades have dropped significantly this semester.”

Kane smirked and slowly rolled his hips, grinding his thick cock deeper into my ass. I bit my lip hard, a tiny whimper escaping before I could stop it.

He reached around and covered my mouth tightly. “She’s been struggling,” he replied to the Dean, sounding perfectly normal. “But I’ve been giving her some… extra attention.”

Then he started fucking me harder.

His hips snapped forward in deep, punishing strokes, driving his cock in and out of my ass while he continued the conversation. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin was faint but terrifyingly loud to my ears.

“Stay quiet, slut,” he whispered hotly against my ear, daring me. “Don’t you dare let the Dean hear how much you love getting your ass fucked by your professor.”

Terror flooded through me. If the Dean knew what was happening right now, me bent over the desk with Professor Kane’s cock buried in my ass, my entire life would be over. But that fear only made everything more intense. Every thrust felt electric.

“Yes, sir… I mean…” I choked back a moan as he slammed in harder.

Kane’s hand tightened over my mouth. “Exactly. I’m handling her personally,” he told the Dean, thrusting faster now. His balls slapped against my soaked pussy with every stroke. “She’s very… receptive to my teaching methods.”

I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure and panic running down my face. The risk was insane. The Dean’s voice kept talking about academic standards while my professor railed my ass without mercy.

“Professor… please,” I begged in the tiniest whisper against his palm. “I can’t…I’m going to scream.”

He leaned down, biting my shoulder. “Then bite your arm. Because I’m not stopping until I fill this tight ass.”

He started pounding me relentlessly, the desk creaking under us. I bit down hard on my forearm to stay silent as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The mix of fear and filthy pleasure pushed me over the edge violently.

My orgasm exploded through me without warning. My ass clenched hard around his cock as I came harder than ever before. My whole body convulsed, pussy gushing onto the floor while I screamed silently into my arm, biting down so hard I nearly drew blood.

“Fuck…” Kane groaned quietly, his rhythm faltering. He buried himself deep one last time and came hard, flooding my ass with thick, hot spurts of cum. He kept grinding slowly through his orgasm, pumping every drop into me while finishing his conversation.

“Sounds good, Richard. We’ll catch up next week,” he said casually, ending the call and tossing the phone aside.

I was still trembling, completely wrecked, cum leaking from my used ass when he finally pulled out. He kissed the back of my neck gently, almost tenderly, while his hand stroked my side.

“Next week you’re moving into my guest room,” he whispered against my skin. “I’m not done training you yet… and my wife returns from her trip in ten days.”