ROUGH SEX WITH MY PROFESSOR (1)

Professor Klaus hated late students.

And I knew those rules so much that I had never been late to his class until today.

Today, when I knew I had to do everything to get his attention and get in his bad books. On purpose.

I ran into the class, panting, wearing a very short sundress and long boots that reached my ankle. My hair was down in waves, and my makeup was super light, wanting to show my freckles especially.

“Late to my class, Miss Hana?”

His deep voice stopped me in my tracks as I tried to slip past him to my favorite third-row seat to the right. To watch him and touch myself to his voice.

My eyes met his brown ones, and they flicked down to those plump pink lips that I’ve imagined sucking or being pressed to my cunt.

He noticed.

Heat instantly pooled at my belly.

But I was in front of a whole class; people were watching. I couldn’t let them see how much I wanted our professor to bend me over his legs and spank me hard.

“I’m sorry, sir. I had an emergency.” I replied, the lie rolling off my lips so smoothly. I had intentionally done everything slowly this morning, curling my hair, putting on my clothes, and applying my makeup.

And before that, I had pleasured myself with my fingers, imagining it was his cock stroking me deep, fucking me hard.

“You can forget about the marks for your assignment.” My stomach dropped. That was not part of the plan.

“W- What?” I asked, my mouth agape in shock. If I lose those marks, I will definitely have a carryover. And I can’t afford that.

“You heard me. Now, take your seat.” He said, walking back to the center of the class, “—don’t interrupt my class with your tardiness.”

His voice reeked with disgust, as if I were an annoying housefly he wanted to get rid of so badly.

But I was sick in the head. Because the look in his eyes and the tinge in his voice got me slicking up already.

So I rushed to my seat before my secrets got out.

Before every student realized just how much I craved our professor.

His class went on, his eyes never meeting mine. Not once. Not at all. Like he knew what to do to arouse me more.

All without touching me.

And I would be infuriated on a normal day, but today, I didn’t want him to catch the furrow in my brows or the scrunch in my face as I dipped my hands beneath my dress and rubbed against my clothed pussy.

As he chatted on and on about Protozoa, all I could focus on was his tight dress pants, the outline of his cock, even if he did well to hide it. To make it invisible.

I kept on rubbing, biting my lips as I watched him with intensity, watching him take charge of about 60 students. Watch him stride with the confidence and dominance that I wanted him to assert on me.

He strode back to see his laptop, typing away as he kept lecturing. Perfectly multitasking.

What wouldn’t I give for him to multitask on me, to play with my nipples as he flicked my bean, erupting profanities from my lips?Then my phone notified me, making me cease from rubbing my wet and clothed pussy.

Checking it, I saw it was an email, and when I opened the app, I saw that it was from Professor Klaus.

Fuck, did he catch me?

Or was he officially revoking my assignment marks?

But when I clicked it open, what I saw made my jaw drop to the floor.

I glanced up quickly, and he still was not looking at me.

This time, he had turned to the board, writing off. I looked around myself, and I could see that other students were entranced by his teaching.

And me? I was entranced by his existence.

Because in his email, he told me he could see the messed-up shit I was doing in his class.

He can see how I am drooling over his crotch.

How I am melting over his voice.

How the wheels in my head are turning to create images of him bending me over.

It says he has always noticed. And if I really want those marks back, I should not fucking stop touching myself.

I reread that part many times so as not to be mistaken.

He didn’t say I should stop.

He said I should NOT stop.

I did not waste any more seconds; my hands found my pussy again, and this time, I was completely drenched. My eyes never left his body as I began to rub more intentionally. More intensely, like a prey on a mission to impress its predator.

I was coming close to reaching my climax; I could feel it at the tips of my fingers. I could feel the tendrils trailing down my spine, traveling straight to my core.

And then, my phone dinged again.

The content of the email popped up at the top of my screen.

And it says, You must not cum. If you do, you lose your mark. But don’t stop touching that fucking clit of yours.

I gasped, shutting my eyes, reducing my pace, breathing fast, and trying not to cum. Trying to please my master.

I bit down a moan that wanted to escape from me; a guy sitting a few seats away glanced my way, and I had to hurriedly compose myself.

He gave me a weird look, and I turned away to the board where Professor Klaus was standing, and this time, he locked gazes with me.

“I will be expecting your assignments next week.” He said, his voice carrying a weight of desires that I couldn’t wait for him to unleash on me.

“Class dismissed.” And just like that, every student in his class was filing out, except me.

Except me, who still has her hand under her dress, rubbing away and standing on the edge of orgasm, holding back from falling into that sweet ecstasy.

I didn’t get up; I didn’t know what to do.

I wanted to obey his every command, so if he doesn’t ask me to stand up, I will be seated there—with my fingers flickering my clit and rubbing against my dripping wet hole.

I watched him pack his lesson notes. My eyes followed his fingers as they turned off his laptop; he picked up his pen and put it into his folder.

I watched him bring out his phone and type away, but a text never came through.

And he started to leave.

My heart skipped. He was not about to leave me high and dry. He was not about to make my efforts to wash down the drain?

I perked up quickly, “Sir!”

He didn’t stop; he kept walking.

“A- Are you just going to leave me here?” I stood up, staring at his back, “—like that?” I added, my voice softer this time.

He stopped.

Closed the door. But didn’t lock it and turned around, now looking at me with a look that says ‘bitch’.

And the next words that came out of his mouth made me lose the strength in my knees—

“Strip!”