The Professor's Creampie Sex Toys

“Brian,” I whispered. “He's gone. Keep going.” My pussy tightened around him, greedy for more.

“Are you out of your mind?” Brian asked. “We just got caught by a professor, Sylvia! Breaking a school rule, and you want me to keep railing you.”

I thrust my hips back anyway, moaning loud and shameless, trying to lure him back into my soaked cunt. “Come on, Captain… finish what you started.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. He pulled out, leaving me completely empty. Cum and my own juices spilling down my thighs as he yanked his pants up.

“You know he has eyes, right?” Brian asked. “And he saw us.”

I straightened up slowly, my skirt still hiked around my waist, and folded my arms under my tits. “Relax. He saw us. So what? It’s not like he’s going to do anything.”

Brian stared at me like I was insane. “What if he reports us? I could lose everything.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Worst case? A suspension. I’ve been suspended a couple of times already. Gives us more time to sneak off campus and fuck properly.”

Brian stepped out of the cubicle and began pacing the empty bathroom, running his hands through his hair.

“Sylvia, I was awarded a sports grant. It’s the only reason I’m even here. What if the Dean of Student Conduct finds out?.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” I purred, stepping closer and tracing a finger down his chest. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

He slapped my hand away. “Are you dumb? Misconduct like this could get my scholarship revoked. Everything I’ve worked for, gone.”

I smirked. “You should’ve thought about that before letting me suck your cock and beg you to ruin my pussy.”

Brian’s jaw tightened. “The only reason I agreed to this was because you’ve been threatening to tell Mira I cheated on her with Stephanie. You blackmailed me into this, Sylvia.”

“So now it’s my fault?” I shot back, but I couldn’t hide my grin. Being called out only made me wetter.

“Yes. So you’d better fix it.”

“Fine,” I sighed dramatically. “I’ll handle it. Like I always do.”

“How?” He sounded pathetic asking that.

I flashed him my sweetest, filthiest smile and reached around to spank his firm ass. 

“Leave that to me, Captain.”

I adjusted my skirt, wiped the cum from my thighs as best I could, and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there stunned.

In the girls’ bathroom, I fixed my smeared lipstick, fluffed my messy hair, and pushed my tits up higher in my top. Then I slid my soaked panties off completely, tucked them into my bag, and left the bag with some random chick who looked too shocked to say no. No panties. Just the way I liked it.

I headed straight for Professor Garvin’s office, my bare pussy tingling with every step.

I knocked twice.

“Come in.”

Professor Garvin was seated behind his desk, scrolling through his computer. He looked up, and his expression hardened the second he saw me.

“Miss Brooks.”

“Professor Garvin,” I said, my voice low and dripping with seduction. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, leaning back against it for a moment so my breasts strained against my top.

“If you’re here about what happened in the bathroom, save your breath.”

I bit my lip and walked closer, swaying my hips. “Isn’t there… some way we can work something out?” I pushed my chest forward, letting him see how hard my nipples were.

His voice turned sharp. “There isn’t.”

I didn’t stop. I sat on the edge of his desk, right in front of him, and slowly parted my thighs. Cool air kissed my bare, dripping pussy. I was still leaking Brian’s cum. I made sure he could see everything.

Professor Garvin pushed his chair back, eyes widening for a split second before his face locked down. “Miss Brooks…”

“You really want to report us?” I whispered, sliding my hand down my stomach teasingly. “I’d do anything, Professor. Anything you want. Just keep this our dirty little secret.”

He stood up abruptly. “I don’t tolerate this kind of behavior in my office. Leave. Now. Before I call security.”

I smiled, and slid off the desk, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne. “I see what’s happening here. You’re playing hard to get.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “But I’m going to get you, Professor Garvin. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I’m going to get you… and when I do, I’m going to get you good.”

I blew him a kiss, turned on my heel, and walked out, making sure he got a long look at my ass under the short skirt.

My pussy was throbbing again. The hunt was on.