Professor’s Late Night booty call 1

The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.

“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”

Professor Kane.

Just his name made my body react. A warm rush spread between my legs. All semester, he had filled my thoughts. Tall and strong, with a deep voice that made every word feel important and exciting. In class, his dark eyes would find me and stay a second longer than on others. Today, sitting in the front row, I crossed my legs and felt his stare on my bare skin where my skirt had slipped up. By the end of the lecture, I was wet and full of secret ideas about him…my forty-two-year-old professor.

I stood quickly, my heart racing. This was crazy, but I could not stop myself. I stepped in front of the mirror on my door. My hands shook a little as I changed. I chose my shortest plaid skirt. The gray and green pleats barely covered the top of my thighs. I pulled on a thin white blouse and decided not to wear a bra. My full breasts pushed against the soft fabric. My nipples grew hard and showed clearly through the material. I left my long dark hair loose and messy. I slipped on black heels that made my legs look longer and smoother. No panties. When I moved, the cool air touched my smooth, shaved pussy. A shiver ran through me.

Well let’s go discuss my thesis

I locked my door and stepped into the night. “This could ruin everything,” I whispered to myself. But the danger only made me hotter. My clit throbbed with every step on the dark campus paths. The short skirt brushed my bare bottom and thighs. The air smelled of wet leaves and rain. A few students walked past, but they did not look closely. I kept my arms folded over my chest to hide my hard nipples pressing against the thin blouse.

Professor Kane’s office sat at the end of a quiet hall in the old part of the building. My heels clicked on the tile floor. The sound matched my fast heartbeat. I stopped at the heavy oak door, smoothed my skirt, and took a deep breath. I knocked softly…three times.

“Come in and lock the door behind you, Miss Clarke,” his voice called. Low and firm.

I turned the knob, stepped inside, and locked the door with a soft click. And now we were truly alone. The office smelled of old books and his warm, spicy cologne. A green lamp on the big wooden desk gave a soft yellow light. Papers and a glass of whiskey sat on the desk. Professor Kane leaned back in his leather chair, watching me.

He looked powerful. Six feet three, with wide shoulders. His white shirt was open at the neck, sleeves rolled up to show strong arms with dark hair. His jaw was sharp, with a little stubble. Those dark eyes locked on me right away. He did not smile. He just looked, slow and careful.

His gaze moved down my body. It stopped on my chest where my nipples poked clearly against the white fabric. Then it dropped lower, over my short skirt and bare legs. I felt naked under his eyes. My pussy tightened, and a warm drop of wetness slid down my inner thigh.

“Close the blinds,” he said. His voice sounded rough now.

I turned and pulled the wooden blinds shut. When I faced him again, he had stood up. He seemed even taller. He walked around the desk with slow, sure steps, like a hunter. The air between us felt thick and warm.

“You have been a distraction all semester, Miss Clarke,” he said quietly, stopping very close. I could feel the heat from his body. “Crossing and uncrossing your legs in my lectures. Biting your lip when you think I don’t see. Wearing little skirts like this one.”

He lifted one big hand and brushed my cheek gently with his fingers. Then he trailed them down the side of my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin. I shivered and let out a small breath.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked. His eyes stayed on mine. “What happens to pretty little teases who torment their professor?”

I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry, but heat pooled between my legs. “No, Professor,” I whispered. “Tell me.”

He smiled, dark and sure. One hand settled on my waist and pulled me closer. My soft breasts pressed against his hard chest. I felt his hardness pushing against my belly through his trousers. His other hand slid down and cupped my bottom under the skirt. He squeezed, firm and possessive. His fingers brushed my bare skin.

A soft moan slipped from my lips.

“By the time I finish with you tonight,” he growled near my ear, his hot breath making me tremble, “your tight little pussy will be ruined. Stretched wide. Dripping with my cum. Swollen and sensitive. And still begging for more.” His fingers dug into my ass cheek. “You will learn what happens when you play these games with me.”

I trembled against him. My nipples ached. My clit pulsed. Wetness coated my thighs. “I… I want to learn,” I said softly, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’ve thought about this so many times during your classes. About your hands on me. Your voice telling me what to do.”

He stepped back just a little. His eyes burned with hunger. He looked me up and down again, noticing how my legs pressed together. “You came prepared, didn’t you? Show me.”

I bit my lip and nodded. My hands moved to the hem of my skirt. Slowly, I lifted the plaid fabric. Cool air touched my wet folds. I held the skirt up around my waist, completely bare for him. My shaved pussy glistened in the lamplight. I stood with my legs slightly apart, heels planted, chest rising and falling fast.

Professor Kane stared. His jaw tightened. He reached out and ran one finger slowly along my slick slit. I gasped and rocked forward. “So wet already,” he murmured. “Look at you. Dripping down your thighs for your professor. Such a naughty girl.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pushed one thick finger inside me slowly. I moaned louder, my walls clenching around him. His other hand came up and pinched my hard nipple through the blouse. Pleasure shot through me.

“Take off the blouse,” he ordered. “Let me see those pretty tits I’ve watched bounce in my lectures.”

My fingers worked the buttons quickly. The thin fabric fell open. My full breasts spilled out, nipples tight and dark. He groaned low in his throat and leaned down. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard. His tongue flicked while his finger moved deeper inside me. I grabbed his shoulders, my head falling back. My hips rocked against his hand.

“Oh God… Professor,” I whimpered. “That feels so good.”

He switched to the other breast, biting gently. His free hand squeezed my ass again, pulling me tighter. Then he straightened up, eyes dark. He removed his finger and brought it to my lips. “Taste how much you want this.”

I opened my mouth and sucked his finger clean, eyes locked on his. The taste of my own excitement made me blush and grow even wetter.

He smiled. “Good girl.” His hands rested on my shoulders and pressed down gently. “Now… lift your skirt higher and show me everything you’ve been hiding under there all night.”

I obeyed, holding the skirt up with both hands, legs shaking with need…