Professor’s Late Night booty call 2

Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”

My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly, bunching the gray and green fabric around my waist. Cool air brushed my bare skin. My smooth, shaved pussy was now completely open to his eyes. No panties. My soft lips looked swollen and shiny with wetness. A thin string of my juices stretched from my entrance down my inner thigh and sparkled in the lamplight.

Professor Kane sucked in a sharp breath. His dark eyes widened, then narrowed with hunger. “Fuck,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Look at this greedy little cunt. Already soaked and dripping for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. You really came here ready to be used, didn’t you, Miss Clarke?”

My cheeks burned hot. I nodded quickly, too shy to speak at first. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Standing there with my skirt up, my blouse tight over my hard nipples, and my wet pussy on full display made me feel small and exposed. But the way he stared made my clit throb with need.

“Yes, Professor,” I whispered. “I took them off before I came. I wanted you to see me like this.”

He sat on the edge of his big mahogany desk and spread his strong thighs wide. With one powerful arm, he hooked my waist and pulled me close until I stood right between his legs. His body heat wrapped around me. He smelled like spicy cologne and warm skin.

One large hand moved down and cupped my pussy firmly. His broad palm pressed right against my swollen clit. His fingers rested along my slick folds. The sudden touch made me gasp loud. My hips jerked forward by themselves.

“So hot,” he growled. “So fucking wet for your professor.” He dragged two thick fingers up and down between my lips, spreading my wetness everywhere. The tips of his fingers teased my tight entrance, circling and circling but never going in. Every slow stroke made my knees feel weak. I rocked my hips, trying to get more.

“Please…” I begged softly, my voice shaking. “Please touch me more.”

“Not yet,” he said firmly. He lifted his shiny fingers to my mouth. They glistened with my juices. “Open your mouth. Suck them clean.”

I parted my lips right away and took his fingers inside. I tasted myself…sweet and warm. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around them the same way I had dreamed of doing to his cock. My eyes stayed locked on his. His gaze grew darker. While I sucked, his other hand slipped under my blouse. His rough palm grabbed my full breast and squeezed. His fingers found my stiff nipple and pinched it hard, rolling it between his thumb and finger.

A muffled moan came from my throat around his fingers. More wetness leaked from my pussy and ran down my thighs. My inner walls clenched again and again, aching to be filled.

Professor Kane pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet sound. A thin string of saliva connected them to my lips for a moment. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice deep and rough. “You suck so eagerly. I can’t wait to feel that mouth on my cock.”

Without warning, he pushed those two thick fingers deep inside me.

I cried out sharply and grabbed his broad shoulders to steady myself. “Oh!” The sudden stretch felt so good. His fingers curled and found that sensitive spot inside me right away. He pressed against it firmly.

The wet, slippery sounds of his fingers moving filled the office. He pumped them in and out with slow, strong strokes. His thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed perfect circles around it. My thighs started to shake.

“Oh god… Professor,” I moaned. My head fell back. “It feels so deep. Your fingers are so much bigger than mine.”

He leaned closer, his hot breath on my neck. “Listen to how wet you are. That greedy little pussy is sucking my fingers so hard. You’ve been thinking about this every day in my class, haven’t you? Sitting in the front row, pressing your thighs together, imagining me bending you over this desk and fucking you raw.”

“Yes,” I gasped. I rocked my hips to meet every thrust. “Every single day. I would go back to my room after your lectures and touch myself. I imagined your hands on me… your voice telling me I’m yours.”

His pace grew a little faster. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit with every stroke. The pressure inside me built higher and hotter. My legs trembled harder. I was so close.

“I’m going to… I’m going to cum,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Professor Kane stopped moving instantly. His fingers stayed buried deep inside me but went completely still. I cried out in frustration and tried to grind against his hand, but he held my waist tight with his other arm.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, his eyes dark and serious. “I decide when you get to cum, Miss Clarke. This body belongs to me tonight. Understand?”

I nodded quickly, breathing fast. “Yes, Professor. I won’t cum until you say so. Please… I’ll be good.”

He watched my face for a moment, then slowly pulled his fingers out. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate and empty. A thick strand of my wetness stretched from me to his hand before it broke. More juices ran down my legs and dripped onto the floor.

He lifted his soaked fingers to his own mouth and licked them slowly, one by one. A deep groan came from his chest. “Delicious little slut,” he murmured, staring straight into my eyes. “You taste even better than I dreamed. Sweet”.

I stood there panting, skirt still bunched around my waist, blouse half-open, nipples hard and aching. My legs felt weak. My pussy throbbed visibly, swollen and shiny.

Professor Kane stood up to his full height. He towered over me. He gripped my chin gently but firmly with his fingers and tilted my face up. His thumb brushed my lower lip.

“We’re just getting started,” he said. “I’m going to inspect every inch of you. Your pretty mouth, these full tits, that tight cunt, and that sweet ass. By the time I’m done, you’ll be shaking and begging me to fuck you properly. Do you want that, Miss Clarke?”

I looked up at him with wide, needy eyes. My voice came out soft and honest. “Yes, Professor. I want it so much. Use me however you like. I’ve waited all semester for this.”

He smiled darkly and ran his hand down my side, squeezing my waist. Then he turned me slowly so my back faced him. His big hands rested on my hips.

“Bend forward a little,” he ordered. “Hands on the desk. Let me see everything.”

I obeyed, placing my palms on the cool wood and arching my back. My short skirt stayed up. My bare ass and dripping pussy were completely exposed to him. I heard him step closer. His warm breath brushed my skin as he knelt behind me.

“Such a perfect view,” he said quietly. One finger traced lightly from my clit all the way up to my tight back hole. I shivered hard. “Every part of you is mine to explore tonight.”

I moaned softly and pushed back against his touch. My body burned with need.