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Tied to Desk, Professor's Rough Rod

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last update publish date: 2026-04-14 21:37:38

Story 2: Professor's Private Lesson

Chapter 2:

I could not stop thinking about what happened in the lecture hall. My pussy still felt sore and full from Professor Kane’s thick cock and the warm cum he left inside me. The next afternoon I stood outside his office door with my heart beating fast. My short plaid skirt barely covered my thighs and I wore no panties underneath just like he ordered. My white blouse was unbuttoned one button lower than usual so my breasts pushed against the fabric.

I knocked softly.

“Come in,” his deep voice said.

I stepped inside and locked the door behind me without being told. Professor Kane sat behind his big wooden desk grading papers. He looked up slowly and his eyes darkened when he saw me.

“Miss Reed,” he said calmly. “Right on time for your extra credit session. Strip.”

My hands shook a little but I obeyed. I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I stood completely naked in front of him except for my black heels. My nipples were already hard and my pussy was wet again.

He stood up and walked around the desk. His strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me easily onto the desk. Papers scattered everywhere but he did not care. He pushed me back until I was lying flat on the cool wood with my legs hanging off the edge.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

I raised my arms. He took his tie off and wrapped it tightly around my wrists then tied the other end to the metal bar under the desk. I was now stretched out and completely helpless. My breasts rose and fell quickly with every breath.

Professor Kane stood between my spread legs and looked down at my naked body. “Such a pretty little failing slut,” he murmured. “Look how wet you are already. This cunt is begging for more lessons.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. It was already rock hard and pointing straight at me. He rubbed the heavy head up and down my soaked slit teasing me. Every time he brushed my clit I whimpered and tried to lift my hips but the tie kept me in place.

“Please sir,” I begged. “I need your cock. I will do anything for a better grade.”

He slapped my pussy hard with his palm. The wet smack echoed in the quiet office. “You do not get to make demands. You take what I give you.”

He slapped me again and again until my pussy was red and throbbing. Then without warning he pushed the thick head of his cock inside me. I moaned loudly as he stretched me open. He was so big it almost hurt but the pain mixed with pleasure made me even wetter.

He grabbed my tied wrists with one hand for leverage and slammed the rest of his cock deep into me in one rough thrust. My back arched off the desk. He started fucking me hard right away. The desk shook with every powerful stroke. His hips slapped loudly against my ass as he pounded into my tight pussy.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Tied to your professor’s desk like a dirty whore. Any student could knock on that door and hear how loud you moan for my cock.”

He fucked me faster and deeper. His free hand came down and pinched my nipples hard making me cry out. Then he slapped my breasts lightly watching them bounce with each thrust.

I could feel another orgasm building fast. My walls clenched around his thick rod as he drove into me again and again.

“Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please sir… please let me cum on your cock,” I gasped. “I need it so bad. I am your little slut. Use me however you want.”

Professor Kane smiled darkly. He reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb in fast circles while he kept pounding me without mercy. The combination was too much. I came hard screaming his name as my pussy squeezed and milked his cock.

He did not slow down. He kept fucking me through my orgasm making it last longer until my whole body shook. Then he pulled out suddenly and moved up the desk. He straddled my chest and pushed his wet cock between my breasts.

“Push them together,” he ordered.

I did my best with my tied hands. He fucked my tits roughly sliding his thick shaft between them. The head bumped against my lips with every thrust. I opened my mouth and licked him every time he got close.

After a few more strokes he groaned and pushed the head into my mouth. Hot thick cum shot across my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could while the rest spilled over my lips and chin.

He stayed there breathing hard for a moment then pulled back. His cum dripped down my neck and onto my breasts.

Professor Kane looked down at me with satisfaction. “That was lesson two. You earned ten points today.” He untied my wrists but left me lying there covered in his cum. “Clean yourself up before you leave. And next time be ready for something even rougher.”

I sat up slowly on shaky legs my body still tingling. I knew I would be back for more. Professor Kane had turned me into his personal office slut and I loved every second of it.

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