Story 3: Professor’s Filthy Extra Credit

"Close the door, Sophia."

Professor Kane’s voice was low and commanding as I stood in his office doorway, clutching my failing exam paper like it might burn me. My hands were shaking. I stepped inside and pushed the heavy wooden door shut behind me.

He leaned back in his leather chair, tall and imposing at 38, his sharp jaw tight and those dark eyes locked on me with something far more dangerous than academic disappointment. The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting shadows across his broad shoulders.

"Sit," he ordered, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

I sat down, my short pleated skirt riding up my thighs. "Professor Kane, I know the grade is bad. I studied, I really did, but literature analysis has always been…"

"Stop." He cut me off, standing up slowly and circling around the desk like a predator. He snatched the paper from my hands and tossed it down. "This is unacceptable for a student of your intelligence. D minus. Pathetic."

My cheeks burned with shame. "I’m sorry, sir. Is there… is there any extra credit I can do?"

He stopped right behind my chair. I could feel the heat of his body. His hand came down on my shoulder, heavy and warm. "Extra credit? Yes. But it won’t be easy. And it starts right now."

Before I could respond, I heard the click of the lock on his office door. My heart jumped into my throat.

"Professor… what are you doing?" I whispered, twisting in the chair to look up at him.

He stared down at my body, my full breasts straining against my tight blouse, my curvy hips, my bare thighs. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. "Private tutoring, Sophia. That’s what you need. And I’m going to give it to you personally."

"This is dangerous," I said, my voice barely above a whisper even as heat pooled between my legs. "You’re my professor. If anyone finds out…"

"No one will find out unless you tell them." He pulled me up from the chair by my wrist and bent me forward over his desk in one smooth motion. My breasts pressed against the cool wood, papers scattering everywhere. "You’ve been teasing me all semester with these little skirts and that innocent face. Now you’re going to earn that A."

"Professor Kane, please…" My words cut off in a sharp gasp as his large hand came down hard on my ass, spanking me through my skirt.

"Count them," he growled.

Smack!

"One!" I cried out, my body jolting forward.

Smack! Smack!

"Two… three!" The sting burned deliciously, making my pussy throb.

He yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing my lacy pink panties. "Look at this wet spot already. You’re soaked just from a few spanks, you filthy little student."

His palm cracked against my bare ass cheek, harder this time. I moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk. "Four! Oh god…"

He spanked me again and again until my ass was hot and stinging. Then his fingers hooked into my panties and ripped them down my legs.

"Spread your legs wider," he commanded.

I obeyed, trembling. Two thick fingers slid along my soaked folds before pushing roughly inside me.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, pumping them deep and fast. "This pussy is dripping for your professor’s fingers."

"Professor…ahh!" I moaned as he curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me. The wet, obscene sounds of him fingering me filled the office. "We shouldn’t… this is wrong…"

"Wrong?" He laughed darkly, spanking me again while his fingers kept thrusting. "Your cunt is clenching around me like it never wants me to stop. Tell me how much you need this."

"I… I need it," I gasped, pushing back against his hand shamelessly. "Please don’t stop, sir."

He added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me harder against the desk. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast, merciless circles.

"Come for me, Sophia," he growled, leaning over me so his mouth was right by my ear. "Soak your professor’s hand like the desperate slut you are."

The orgasm crashed into me violently. I cried out, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around his fingers. I came so hard my juices ran down his wrist and dripped onto the floor. My legs trembled uncontrollably, waves of pleasure ripping through me.

He kept fingering me through every pulse, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

As I lay there trembling over his desk, trying to catch my breath, Professor Kane pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to my lips.

"Clean them," he ordered.

I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself, cheeks burning with shame and lust.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “That was just the warm-up, Sophia. Next session, you’ll be on your knees earning that A with your throat.”