MasukKira.“Sign it before you leave or do not come back tomorrow.”Marcus sets the thin folder on the edge of my desk at 5:58 pm. The office is already half empty. Most of the floor cleared out twenty minutes ago. I am still in my blouse and pencil skirt, heels under the desk, pretending to finish a spreadsheet. He does not sit. He stands beside my chair and waits.I open the folder. The pages are short. After 6 pm and until midnight I am not permitted clothing. I am not permitted speech unless spoken to. I am not permitted eye contact unless ordered. The collar stays on at all times, including under my work clothes the next day. Additional rules may be added without notice. Breach of any rule resets the night and upgrades the plug. My signature is required at the bottom.My mouth is dry. I pick up the pen. The tip hovers. He watches my hand.“You have ninety seconds.”I sign. The scratch of the pen is loud in the quiet. He takes the folder, checks the signature, and nods once toward his
LILA “Say it. The only way you pass is if you tell me exactly what you want from your professor.” Professor Hale stood between my spread knees, cock in his hand, stroking slow. I was still on the edge of his desk, skirt bunched at my waist, pussy bare and dripping from how close he’d gotten me with his fingers. My thighs shook. I couldn’t look away from the thick length in his fist. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. My voice was rough. “Please. I need it. I’ll do whatever you say. Just put it in.” “More specific.” He stepped closer. The head of his cock brushed my clit and I jerked. “Tell me whose cock you want. Tell me what you’re willing to do for the grade.” “I want my professor’s cock.” The words came out shaky. “I want you to fuck me on your desk. I want you to use me until I come. I’ll be good. I’ll stay quiet. Just please fuck me, Daddy.” His eyes darkened at the last word. He lined himself up and pushed in slow. The stretch burned in the best way. I was so wet he slid dee
LILA.“Lock’s on. Building’s empty. Grade depends on how well you follow instructions.”Professor Hale’s voice was calm. I was already inside when he turned the lock. The click sounded final. I’d shown up at seven exactly, same short skirt, nothing underneath like he told me. The office felt smaller with the door shut. Blinds closed. Only the desk lamp on.I nodded. My bag was on the floor. I didn’t know where to stand.“Desk,” he said. “Edge. Skirt up.”I hopped onto the edge of his desk. The wood was cool under my thighs. He stepped between my knees and pushed them wider with his hands. The skirt rode up on its own. Cool air hit my bare pussy. I was already wet. Had been since I left my apartment. The walk across the dark campus with nothing under the skirt had kept me dripping the whole way.His eyes dropped. He saw it. He didn’t comment at first. He just looked, one hand resting on my knee, thumb stroking slow.“You listened,” he said. “Good. Most don’t make it this far.”“I need
LILA.“Come in. Close the door.”Professor Hale didn’t look up right away. I stood in the doorway with my bag on my shoulder, the short skirt I’d worn to class still riding high on my thighs. The hallway behind me was empty. Last class of the day. Most people were already gone.I stepped inside and pushed the door shut. The click sounded louder than it should have. He finally raised his eyes. They moved down my legs, slow, then back up to my face. He didn’t hide it.“Lila,” he said. “You’re here about the midterm.”“I’m failing it.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I shifted my weight. The thin top I had on was sticking to my skin from the walk across campus. “I need the grade. I’ll do whatever the extra credit is.”He leaned back in his chair. The office was small. Desk, two chairs, shelves full of books. The window blinds were half closed. Late afternoon light cut across the floor.“Sit.”I sat in the chair across from him. My knees pressed together. He slid a printed page t
MIA“Ride me.”Cole’s voice is low against my ear. His fingers are still buried in me, slick with his cum and mine, curling slow. My body is heavy and loose from the two orgasms, but the ache is already sharpening again. I shift. He pulls his fingers out and rolls onto his back. His cock is hard against his stomach, shiny at the tip.I swing a leg over him and sink down. The stretch makes me gasp. He is still thick. Cum leaks out around him as I take him to the base. His hands grip my hips. I start to move, slow rolls at first, then deeper. Every downward stroke grinds my clit against him. He watches my face, then my tits, then the place where his cock disappears into me.“Look at you. Taking it like you were made for this.” His thumbs stroke my hips. “Faster.”I brace my hands on his chest and ride him harder. The wet sounds are loud. My thighs burn. He thrusts up to meet me, hitting deep. One hand leaves my hip and rubs my clit in tight circles. The orgasm builds quick. I come with
MIA“You came.”Cole opens the bedroom door before my knuckles finish the second knock. He is shirtless. Low sweatpants sit on his hips. The hallway light behind me shows the lines of his chest and stomach. I am still in the thin tank top and tiny shorts from the couch. My thighs are damp. I have not touched myself. The ache between my legs has only gotten worse since he left me there.“You told me to check in.”He steps back. I walk inside. He closes the door until it clicks. The room is dim, only the lamp on the nightstand. He turns to me and the space disappears. His hands find my waist. He walks me backward until my shoulders hit the door.“Rules change after dark.” His voice is rough. “You still want to follow them?”“Yes.”He kisses me. Hard. His mouth opens over mine and his tongue pushes in. I moan into it. My hands grip his shoulders. He tastes like mint and the whiskey he must have poured after dinner. One of his hands slides down and cups my ass through the shorts, pulling







