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Professor's Office: Part 4
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2026-08-27 20:40:27
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UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Professor's Office: Part 4
The portal updated every week. Sixty-four became sixty-nine. Then seventy-three. By the middle of the following month my average sat at a clean eighty-one and the red warning flag that had started everything was gone. Each jump corresponded to a locked door, a closed set of blinds, and the time I spent bent over Professor Voss’s desk or on my knees between his chair and the wood. Thursdays became fixed. Four o’clock. I stopped needing the formal email reminder. I simply arrived, locked the door behind me, and waited for instructions. Some weeks he had me strip from the waist down the moment I entered and bend over the desk with the week’s reading still open under my hands. He would fuck me in long, measured strokes while discussing the text in the same calm voice he used in lecture, as if the two activities belonged together. Other weeks he sat in his chair and had me crawl the last few feet, open his trousers with my mouth, and suck his cock until he decided I had earned being bent
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Professor's Office: Part 3
Professor Voss fucked me over the desk with the same controlled precision he used in lecture. Deep, steady strokes. The open textbook stayed under my cheek, pages creasing as the wood creaked beneath us. His hands held my hips hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust drove his cock fully inside my cunt and pulled back just far enough to make the next one land harder. I bit my wrist to keep quiet. The department hallway outside remained silent, but the risk of someone passing made every wet sound of his dick sliding in and out of me feel louder than it was. “This is what recovery looks like,” he said, voice low and even. “You take what I give you. You stay bent over until I decide the session is finished. Clear?” “Yes,” I managed. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Professor.” He rewarded the correction with a sharper thrust that punched a broken noise from my throat. One hand left my hip, slid around, and found my clit. He rubbed tight circles in time with his cock. The dual pressure built fast
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Professor's Office: Part 2
The blinds closed with a soft, final rattle. Stripes of gray light cut across the desk and the open textbook I no longer pretended to care about. Professor Voss sat back in his chair and regarded me the way he regarded a problematic paragraph—calm, precise, already several steps ahead. “The formal options remain available,” he said. “You can still stand up, unlock the door, and walk out with your fifty-eight intact. No one will know what was discussed in this room.” “I’m still here.” “I see that.” He steepled his fingers. “Then here are the terms. You need a passing grade. I control the remaining points in this course. The work you have not done cannot be retroactively made excellent overnight. What can change is my evaluation of your participation, your revised submissions, and the weight I assign to the final. That change is not free.” My mouth had gone dry. I kept my hands flat on my thighs so he wouldn’t see them tremble. “What’s the price?” Professor Voss’s eyes moved over
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Professor's Office: Part 1
The email had been short and final. Ms. Harlow — Your current average in Advanced Seminar is 58%. Office hours tomorrow, 4:00. Come prepared to discuss options. — Professor Voss I stood outside his door at 3:58 with the same textbook I had barely opened in three weeks and a knot in my stomach that had nothing to do with the grade. The hallway of the English department was quiet. Most students had already fled campus for the weekend. A strip of light showed under his door. I knocked once. “Come in.” Professor Voss sat behind the heavy wooden desk the way he sat through every lecture—sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark hair slightly disordered, the calm expression of a man who had never once scrambled for a deadline. He was older, early forties, the kind of handsome that made the back row pay attention even when the material was dry. I had spent half the semester watching his hands move across the board and the other half failing to turn in work that matched what those hands seemed t
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Hotel Housekeeper: Part 4
The first request came three weeks later. I was in the basement locker room tying my shoes when the shift supervisor called my name. “1208 asked for you specifically. Business traveler, monthly stay. Said you did a good job last time and he prefers consistency. You okay taking it?” My stomach flipped. “Yeah. I’ll take it.” Room 1208 was two doors down from the original. Same floor, same layout, same late-afternoon light through the sheer curtains. The “Do Not Disturb” sign was already hanging. I knocked once. The latch was on. When I pushed the door open Elias stood by the window in a white dress shirt and nothing else, the shirt open, his cock already half-hard against his thigh like he had been thinking about the moment since he checked in. “You accepted,” he said. “I did.” He nodded at the door. I locked it. The cart stayed in the hall. By now we both knew the towels and toiletries were not the reason I was there. Elias crossed the room, backed me against the closed door, an
UNHOLY CRAVINGS: Dirty Shorts Hotel Housekeeper: Part 3
I went back the next afternoon. Same floor. Same cart. Same soft knock. The latch was on again. When I pushed the door open Elias stood by the desk in only a pair of dark jeans, unzipped and riding low on his hips, as if he had been waiting and saw no reason to finish dressing. The afternoon light cut across his bare chest. He looked at me, then at the door, and waited. I locked it behind me without being asked. “Extra service again?” he asked, voice low. “Yes.” He nodded once, pushed the jeans down far enough to free his cock, and stroked himself twice while I watched. He was already hard. The sight of him thickening under his own hand sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs. I had been wet since the service elevator doors closed on twelve. “Clothes off,” he said. “All of them. I want to see what I’m tipping for this time.” I stripped the uniform shirt first, then the bra, the skirt, the practical panties underneath. The air-conditioning tightened my nipples at once. Elias’
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