AFTER CLASS, STAY BEHIND (2)

My body froze in place as I stood in front of Professor Liam ‘s office. My hands shook slightly as I lifted it to knock.

What was I fidgeting for?

Certainly not for my grade. I had never seen Prof. Liam cough before, but today he gave off a subtle dark smile after issuing those “Stay behind” words. I wonder what he has installed for me.

I knocked twice. A deep and cold voice drifted through the wood, “Come in.”

I straightened myself and slowly twisted the knob, the door giving off a little screech as I stepped inside the office.

I have been here before and I never felt a phantom of heat under my skin. The previous times were purely professional - when I was chosen to represent the college for a major research project, or when I needed recommendation letters from him.

The wooden shelves lining his walls carried massive volumes of ancient architectural knowledge, making the entire room smell like aged paper wisdom. Behind his desk, his numerous awards and certificates were perfectly framed and aligned, I couldn't count how many there were, then there was the soft sofa at the side of the office for relaxing, I suppose.

There he sat, his eyes fixated on the monitor in front of him.

“Miss Miller.”

How did he know it was me? I hadn't spoken a single word, nor had he looked up.

“I'm done with classes now. You called for me.” I said, sweat beads trailed my thighs. In the quiet room, I could hear the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

He slowly lifted those heavenly gray eyes to meet mine.

“You may sit.” He said, calmly.

The chair shrieked a little as I pulled it back to sit across from him.

“Now, Miss Miller. Tell me.”

Tell him what?! My heart was practically exploding in my chest.

Was I really here for my grades or for the brief glance he cast over my cleavage back in class?

“Do you dress like this for all classes…” He leaned back in his leather chair, the glow from the monitor casting sharp shadows across his face “… or just mine?”

Was this a trick question? My pussy was already throbbing, reacting instantly to the intensity of his gaze tracking me.

“Only yours, Professor.” I said, quietly. Almost as if I had just confessed that I wanted his attention. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He got up slowly, heading toward his shelves. “Why, Miss Miller? Do you know what dressing like that does to a man?”

I couldn't tell what was happening anymore. This wasn't a normal conversation but hell yess, I was loving it.

“I don't sir. But you can show me.” I said boldly, tracing my hand on my thigh aiming for my pussy.

He immediately swung his head in my direction, his stride breaking as he walked right up to my chair.

“You have no idea what—-” His words cut off as his eyes caught the position of my hand under my hem.

I could see Adam's apple dancing up and down as his eyes locked onto my fingers sliding beneath the fabric.

“Miss..Miller. What are you doing?” He stuttered.

Did Professor Liam just stutter? That means…. Hahaha .. he likes what he’s seeing.

“Do you like what you see sir?”

“Shut up!” He barked, but all that authority only made me hornier. “Ciara, you don't know what you are getting yourself into.” I could see the thick veins in his neck straining as he spoke, fighting for restraint.

I smiled, completely unbothered by his warning.

“But, sir…” I lifted my legs, deliberately spreading them wide revealing my bare pussy. I placed them on his desk, “I want to know how it feels to get involved with you.”

I could see the vein on his neck looking like it was about to pop, I just needed one more push at him. My eyes trailed down his trousers and….heavens!

His bulge was growing, groaning to be let out. Desperate to be sucked by me. It was a boner for me.

“I can't do this with you. You are my student. One of the top students.” He scratched his beautiful short hair. “I called you here for your grades. This…. This could completely ruin you.”

At this point I was letting my dripping pussy think for me as it got wetter with every word of resistance that left his mouth.

“Then, I have a perfect solution. Tell me about my grades as you ruin my juicy pussy.”

His control snapped. He immediately turned, walked over to me, his large hands grabbed my legs and forcing them shut.

“This is your absolute last chance to leave this office.”

I pushed myself up onto my feet and scanned the room, one more time. Why was he acting like he didn't want this? It's fucking obvious.

My gaze finally landed on him. His body obviously didn't want me to leave, his bulge was getting bigger.

I obeyed him, I headed for the door, but–

I locked it, turned my heels and walked straight toward his leather sofa. I had fantasized about this day, so fucking much that I can't let this opportunity slide.

“Ciara?! What are…” the words hung on his throat as I gently laid back on the sofa, spread my legs wide, showing him exactly how dripping my pussy was and this time I didn't wait.

I slid my finger in myself.

“Oohh.. I have told you….sir, we can discuss my grades with your dick…fuck.. in cunt.” The words slowly came out between ragged moans as I moved my finger rhythmically in and out my wet walls.

I could see him approaching the sofa slowly, “Ciara…” He said, finally sinking onto the cushions beside my spread legs on the sofa, “You really want to have your lecturer's dick inside you?” His hand crept up my leg, causing my legs to shiver at the cold feel.

“Yes, yes…please.” I begged. Not for grades. For my professor to relieve me of the agonizing tension building inside me. “I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

As soon as those words left my mouth. He made an unbroken eye contact with me.”For a long time? Well then, let's discuss your grades.”

He trailed his left hand to the entrance of my pussy, replacing my hand and taking over. “Fuck, you are dripping, Ciara. You really wanted this dick. Since when?”

“Since-”

“Shh! Take off your shirt as you answer.” He said with a cold vand authoritative voice, his eyes still on mine and his hand still teasing my pussy, making me go crazy.

Now, that's how I best wanted his authority. I quickly took my T-shirt as I answered him, “Sin…Hm .. Since the first day…. you stepped into class, sir.” Now I slowly took off my bra revealing my full plump breasts.

My pink nipples stood hard, flushing pink, pointing towards him to hold them and tickle them with his tongue.

“Oh…Ciara, you are so beautiful.” He cupped my breasts in large palm. “So, for that long, and here I thought you were a good girl.” He bent his face over to my breasts, capturing my nipple with his mouth and sucking it hard.

My brain completely short-circuited. The dual pleasure from his hand at my core and his mouth on my breast sent waves of ecstasy down my nerves.

“Ahh..oohhh..I ..am…a….ummm..good girl…sir..” I managed to reply. No one has ever done this to me before. I could feel heat rising in my body.

“A good girl doesn't talk back, unless asked. Now, why did you get a B plus on your mid terms?” He asked as switched to the other breast.and finally thrusted his finger into my puss

“Wh..atttt…ahhhh?” I moanned in pleasure at the entrance of his finger.

“Answer me.” He said, thrusting slowly. “You asked for this.”

“I…ahh.. don't..know.” I said. He slightly bit my nipple at my response.

“That's not a reason, Ciara.” He said as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “What a juicy pussy.”

My eyes widened at the fastened pace. My hips instinctively and slowly joined the brutal rhythm of his hand.

“Ummm…ummm…I was…wasn't ... .focused.”

“What could have caused your lack of focus?” Now he had started wiggling his finger in my pussy, intentionally hitting the spot that made my toes curl.

“Ahhh…it won't…hap…pen-”

“That's not the correct response.” He interrupted, ruthlessly a second finger in my pussy, “You're so tight and wet, you like this, huh?”

My entire body vibrated, my pussy clamped tightly around his hand as I lost every ounce of control over my body.

“Answer me.”

“You, ahhhhhhh…..Liam!…please let me cum.”I begged him, opening my eyes to see the most wicked smile on his smile.

“Oh, little Ciara. You have done it now. You will not only beg me, little one.”

My heart shuddered at the dark promise in his words. He rapidly began moving those fingers again, driving me completely over the edge. My body reached its absolute breaking point; I couldn't hold it back for another second.

“Liam.. I'm…cumming.”