Secret Private Lesson With My Professor II

Lila arrived five minutes early, her heart was already beating too fast when she knocked. The door opened almost immediately. Professor Grant stood there, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his dark eyes calm and unreadable. He didn't smile, nor did give her any formal greeting.

He simply stepped aside and pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

“Sit.”

She sat.

The door locked behind her with a soft click.

He walked around the desk and stopped behind her chair, close enough that she felt the heat of his body through her thin blouse. One hand rested on the backrest. His thumb brushed the side of her neck once, light and deliberate.

“Open the paper.”

Lila opened the folder with shaky fingers. The first lesson was supposed to be about her essay. He leaned down, his chest almost touching her back, and pointed at a line on the page. 

“This argument is weak. Fix it.”

Every time she made a mistake, he corrected her in a low voice right next to her ear. His breath fanning her skin. The clean scent of his cologne wrapped around her. She tried to focus on the words, but the ache in between her legs grew more intense. Her panties had been damp since morning, and now they were soaked.

Halfway through the page he took the pen from her hand. His fingers brushed hers and stayed there longer than necessary. 

“You’re not focusing.” 

 

“I am...”Lila’s voice came out weak.

“No. You’re not.”

Professor Grant turned the chair around in one smooth movement so she faced him. He placed both hands on the armrests, caging her in, and looked down at her. The air between them grew heavy, she could see the bulge on his trousers, and she is already dripping wet.

“If you want to keep your secret,” he said quietly, “you will learn to listen better.”

Neither of them moved for several seconds.

Then it was as though something in him snapped.

Professor Grant gripped her chin, kissing her, deeply and hungrily without asking for her permission. Lila moaned into his mouth. Her hands grabbed the front of his shirt. He kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding against hers, until her head spun.

He cleared the papers with one sweep of his arm and lifted her onto the wooden surface while still kissing her, he finally broke the kiss stepping between her thighs, he pushed her skirt up to her hips, and stared at the wet spot on her panties.

“Soaked. You came here already wet for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good girl.”

He hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. He pocketed them without looking away from her bare pussy. Then he dropped to his knees, kneeling in between her thighs.

“I’ve thought about tasting this for two semesters.” He whispered his voice thick with lust.

He dragged his tongue through her slit in one slow, deliberate lick. Lila gasped and gripped the edge of the desk hard.

He sucked her clit and pushed two thick fingers inside her at the same time, fucking her steadily with them.

“This is what happens when you cheat in my class,” he muttered against her cunt. 

“You’ve been sitting in my lectures wet for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes professor—” she moaned.

“Cum on your professor’s tongue. Right now.”

Lila gave out a sharp cry, her thighs shaking around his head as she came hard on his mouth. He kept licking until she was trembling and oversensitive. Part of her wanted to feel ashamed, but the shame never came. Only heat, hunger, and the desperate need for more.

Only then did he stand. He unzipped, freed his rock hard huge cock, rubbing the swollen head up and down her soaked entrance, coating himself in her.

“Look at how wet you are for me. Beg for it.”

“Please fuck me, Professor” Lila breathed out hard.

He thrust into her in one deep stroke. Both of them groaned.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He whispered as he began fucking her roughly on the desk, one hand gripping her hip, the other covering her mouth when she got too loud. “Take your professor’s cock like a good student.”

Lila moaned against his palm. The stretch burned in the best way. Every deep thrust dragged against the spot that made her see stars.

“This is your real lesson Lila,” he growled. “You’re going to cum on my cock or I’ll stop.”

She came a second time, clenching hard around him, crying out into his hand.

He pulled out, turned her around, and bent her face-down over the desk. He thrust back in from behind in one hard stroke.

“Who do you belong to during these lessons?”He groaned.

“You—I belong to you professor”Lila rasped.

He fucked her deep and rough, one hand in her hair, the other rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. 

“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this.”

“Since the first month of class,” Lila moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me, professor Grant.”

“Good girl.” He muttered rubbing her clit faster. “Cum for me again. Squeeze your professor’s cock while I fill you up.”

Lila shattered with a broken cry. Her pussy clamped down hard around him. Professor Grant buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, rough groan, pulsing deep inside her in thick hot spurts.

“Take it,” he muttered against her back. “Take every drop.”

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, still slowly moving his hips while his cum started to leak out around his cock. Then he pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her into his arms.

He carried her to the leather couch in the corner of the office, the leather creaked beneath them. The faint smell of old books and cologne hung in the air. He sat down, pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. He was already half-hard again, he pushed back inside her while she was still dripping with his cum.

“You’re not leaving,” he said, his voice low and rough, “until you cum one more time on my cock.”

He fucked her slower this time but just as deep, his hands gripping her ass, his tongue nibbling on her nipples. Lila rode him, moaning with every thrust, until the fourth orgasm ripped through her and left her shaking against his chest, he gripped her ass hard enough to bruise and fucking her very fast through her orgasm, every thrust faster than the previous one, Lila moaned shamelessly, he kept  slamming into her until she squirted around him, he continued driving roughly into her, as he came hard with a loud guttural groan, thick ropes of his cum spurting into her pussy.

Afterward they stayed tangled on the couch, both breathing hard. Professor Grant brushed damp hair from her face. His voice was quieter, but still fully in control.

“Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

Lila’s voice came out hoarse and wrecked. 

“Yes, Professor.”

He kissed her once more slower and deeper then helped her stand. He straightened her skirt, but kept her panties in his pocket.

“These stay with me. From now on you come to every lesson without them.”

Lila left his office on shaky legs. His cum slowly leaked down her thighs with every step she took. She already knew the lessons would never be about studying again.

And she already knew she would be back tomorrow at four.