AFTER CLASS

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: AFTER CLASS

MIA'S POV

I was bent over Professor Harden desk as he fucked me hard and deep. His hand wrapped around my ponytail.

My skirt was bunched around my waist, and my panties shoved to the side, and my legs were spread wide as he thrust into me with powerful, long strokes.

The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the empty classroom, mixing with my shameless moans.

This has been going on for the last two months. He fucks me almost everyday after school.

“Fuck, Mia,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “This tight little pussy was made for my cock.”

I moaned louder, pushing back to meet every deep thrust. “Yes, Professor… harder… please…”

He reached around and tugged on my nipples through my half-open blouse, twisting them just the way I liked. The sharp pleasure-pain made my pussy clench around him.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped, as he continued pounding into me faster. “Letting your professor fuck you on his desk like a little slut. Does anyone know how wet you get for me? Does any of those football boys fuck you like I do?”

“No one,” I gasped, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Only you, Professor. Only you make me this wet.”

He tugged my nipples harder, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. His cock dragged against my G-spot with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.

“You’re such a good little student,” he groaned in my ear. “Taking my cock so deep. I bet you touch yourself thinking about me every night, don’t you?”

“Yes!! oh fuck yes!” I cried out, my pussy fluttering around him.

He reached down and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles while he fucked me relentlessly.

“Cum for me, Mia. Cum on your professor’s cock like the dirty girl you are.”

Then my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I shuddered.

My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched violently around his thick cock as I came hard, moaning his name loudly. My juices coated his shaft, dripping down my thighs.

Professor Harden groaned deeply, thrusting a few more times before burying himself to the hilt. He came inside the condom, his cock pulsing as he filled it with thick ropes of cum.

We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, his cock still buried deep inside me.

Then suddenly, the door opened.

Brandon. The quiet, nerdy guy from my literature class stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the scene. Me bent over the professor’s desk, my skirt hiked up, and Professor Harden’s cock still inside me.

He froze for half a second, then turned and ran.

Professor Harden pulled out quickly, cursing under his breath. “Fuck! He saw. What do we do?”

I slid off the desk on shaky legs, adjusting my skirt. My juices was still dripping down my thighs, but I didn’t care.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” I said, my voice low and confident. “I’ll take care of this.” I said as I pulled his tie and kissed him. Making sure I nibbled on his lips.

It had started innocently enough.

I was a 21-year-old literature major with a crush on my 46-year-old professor that had grown into something much more dangerous. Professor Harden was everything I shouldn’t want. He was married, but he claimed he was separated with his wife. He was powerful, and completely off-limits.

But the way he looked at me during lectures… the way his voice dropped when he said my name… I couldn’t resist it.

It started with “extra credit” sessions in his office. Then late-night meetings. Then the first time he bent me over his desk and fucked me while the rest of the campus slept.

Now it was a full-blown affair.

And today, we had been careless.

I quickly fixed my clothes while Professor Harden zipped up, his face tight with worry.

“If Brandon talks—” he started obviously worried.

“He won’t,” I said, kissing him quickly again.“ Don't worry, I’ll handle it.”

I left his office and went looking for Brandon.

He was in the library, sitting in a quiet corner, staring at his laptop with wide eyes. I sat down across from him.

“Brandon,” I said softly.

He looked up, face pale. “Mia… I didn’t see anything. I swear.”

I smiled sweetly. “You don't need to lie. I know you saw everything.”

He swallowed hard.

I leaned forward, my voice low. “And if you tell anyone, I’ll make sure everyone knows about those private stories you write. The ones where the quiet nerd gets the popular girl.”

His eyes widened. “How did you—”

“I have my ways.” I reached across the table and touched his hand. “But I don’t want to blackmail you, Brandon.” I muttered as my hands trailed to his chest. “I want to make a deal.”

He stared at me, confused. “Wh..what do you mean by that?” He asked, his voice barely audible.

“Keep quiet about what you saw,” I said, my hand slowly trailing to his crouch. “And I’ll make one of your fantasies come true.”

His face turned bright red as I rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.

“Think about it,” I whispered, standing up. “I’ll be waiting.”

The next day, I was on the bleachers when Brandon walked towards me

“Hi… Hi M..Mia,” he stammered. “ I agree to our deal.” He said, the last part shyly.

Cute.

And the next day, I ended up in his dorm room after class, on my knees with his cock in my mouth.

I knelt between Brandon's spread thighs, my knees sinking into the soft carpet of his bedroom. The shy nerd sat frozen on the edge of his bed, glasses slightly askew, his skinny chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. His hands gripped the sheets on either side of him, knuckles white.

I looked up at him with a wicked little smirk, my full lips already glistening. I wrapped her fingers around the base of his throbbing cock and gave it a slow stroke. "Look at you," I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "So hard for me already."

I leaned in and dragged my tongue from the root all the way to the tip, swirling around the head before taking him into my mouth. Brandon's hips jerked. A soft, shaky whimper escaped his throat.

"M-Mia…" he breathed, the sound barely above a whisper.

I hummed around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tremble. I bobbed her head slowly at first, sucking with wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet room. Each time I took him deeper, Brandon let out another helpless whimper, high, needy, almost embarrassed. His fingers twisted tighter in the sheets.

I pulled off with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his slick cock. "You sound so cute when you whimper," I said, then dove back down, taking him to the back of my throat in one smooth motion.

Brandon's head fell back. A broken moan slipped out of him, followed by a series of short, desperate whimpers as I worked him with mouth and hand in perfect rhythm. Spit ran down his shaft and over my fingers. Every wet slurp and suck made his cock twitch against my tongue.

"Ah…ahh… Mia… please…" he whimpered again, voice cracking with pleasure. His legs shook. I moaned around him in response, the sound sending another shiver through his body as I kept sucking him deeper, faster, determined to pull every shaky sound from him.