The Professor’s Prize: 3

Security, Secrets, and Sticky Regrets💧💦😜

I yanked my skirt down fast, hands shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone. Cum was already trickling down my inner thigh. Marcus stood right behind me, calm as hell, zipping up like we hadn’t just fucked like animals on my desk.

“Ma’am? Open the door. Now.” The security guard sounded serious.

Marcus grabbed my arm gently but firm. “Breathe, Elena. You got this.” His voice was low, right in my ear. “But if you want, I can handle it my way.”

“No,” I hissed, buttoning my blouse as quickly as I could. My nipples were still hard, brushing against the fabric. I could smell us everywhere. Sex and sweat. “Let me talk.”

I smoothed my hair back, wiped my mouth, and walked to the door on unsteady legs. My pussy ached with every step, sore and full of his cum. I cracked the door just enough to see the guard’s face.

“Officer Ramirez,” I said, forcing a tired smile. “Sorry about that. Long night grading papers. I had a student in here and things got… heated in the discussion.”

The guard peered past me. Marcus leaned against my desk, arms crossed, looking every bit the troublemaker with his messy hair and that satisfied smirk.

“Heated, huh?” Ramirez raised an eyebrow. “We had reports of yelling, then moaning. You sure everything’s okay, Professor Voss?”

Marcus chuckled softly behind me. “Just passionate about literature, officer. Right, Professor?”

I shot him a glare over my shoulder. My face burned. “Yes. Marcus here has strong opinions. We were debating themes. Loudly. I apologize if it disturbed anyone.”

Ramirez didn’t look convinced. He sniffed the air. “Smells… interesting in here.”

My stomach dropped. I stepped forward, blocking more of the view. “Listen, it’s late. I’m exhausted. Can we wrap this up? I promise everything is fine. Student disciplinary matter, that’s all.”

Marcus moved closer. Too close. His hand brushed my ass where the guard couldn’t see. I nearly jumped. “Yeah, officer. I’m just leaving. Professor Voss set me straight.”

Ramirez sighed. “Alright. But next time keep it down. And lock the door.” He gave us one last look before turning away.

The second his footsteps faded I slammed the door and locked it. I spun on Marcus. “What the hell is wrong with you? Touching me while he’s right there?”

He grinned, stepping into my space. “Couldn’t help it. You look so fucking hot all flustered with my cum running down your legs.”

I shoved his chest but he didn’t budge. Instead, he backed me against the wall. “Marcus, stop. That was way too close.”

“Was it?” His hand slid under my skirt again, fingers finding my messy pussy. He pushed two fingers inside, stirring his cum. “You’re still soaked. Still clenching. You loved the risk.”

I moaned despite myself, hips twitching. “You’re going to get me fired. Ruined.”

“Or you’re going to get addicted.” He kissed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Admit it. You needed that. Needed me to bend you over and fuck the control out of you.”

“Yes,” I whispered, hating how true it was. My hand found his cock again, already hardening in his jeans. “But we can’t do this again. This was a mistake.”

Marcus pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. “Suck.”

I did. Tasting both of us. My eyes stayed on his as I cleaned his fingers.

“Good mummy,” he murmured. “Now get on your knees and thank me properly for that load I gave you.”

I sank down without thinking, right there on the office floor. I freed his cock again, still slick from me. Thick and perfect. I took him into my mouth, sucking greedily.

“Fuck, Elena.” His hand tangled in my hair. “Look at you. Proper professor on her knees sucking student dick after getting creampied.”

I moaned around him, taking him deeper, bobbing my head. Saliva dripped down my chin. I didn’t care how filthy I looked. I wanted more.

He groaned, hips thrusting gently. “That’s it. Worship it. This cock owns you now.”

I pulled off just long enough to gasp, “It does. God help me, it does.” Then I was back on him, sucking harder, faster.

Marcus’s grip tightened. “I’m gonna come again if you keep that up.”

I didn’t stop. I wanted it. Needed to taste him.

He pulled out at the last second and painted my face and tits with hot ropes of cum. I opened my mouth, catching what I could, moaning like a whore.

When he finished I looked up at him, cum dripping from my chin. “Happy now?”

Marcus helped me up, kissing me deep even with the mess. “Not even close. This is just the beginning.”

We cleaned up as best we could. I wiped my face, fixed my clothes again. My legs felt like jelly. When we finally stepped out of the office together, the hallway was empty but my paranoia was through the roof.

“Go home, Marcus,” I said quietly as we walked toward the parking lot. “We pretend this never happened.”

He stopped me under a dim light, pulling me into a shadowed corner. “Bullshit. You’re mine now. Every time you sit in that lecture hall tomorrow, you’ll feel my cum still inside you.”

I shivered. Part of me wanted to argue. The bigger part wanted him to bend me over the car hood right there.

My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Nice show tonight, Professor. How long before everyone knows what a slut you are for your bad boy?

Attached was a blurry photo. Me bent over the desk. Marcus behind me.

My blood ran cold.

Marcus saw my face. “What is it?”

I showed him the phone. His jaw tightened.

“Someone was watching,” I whispered, voice trembling. “They saw everything.”

Marcus pulled me close, protective now. “We’ll handle it. But Elena… this just got a lot more dangerous.”

My heart raced as another text came in.

Unknown: Meet me tomorrow night or the whole faculty gets the video. Your move, Mummy.

I looked up at Marcus, fear and twisted excitement mixing in my chest.

What the hell have I started?