My hot Professor pt3

The next day, I slipped into Professor Rynne's lecture hall with my thighs still aching from yesterday's rough fucking in his office. Every step reminded me of how he'd stretched my pussy, how his cum had leaked out of me for hours afterward. I tried to focus as he paced the front, his voice droning on about some historical theory, but my mind kept replaying the way he'd claimed me. Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture.

I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen clit through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entrance before plunging them inside. A soft whimper escaped me, but I bit my lip, pumping slowly, my eyes locked on him. He glanced my way, his dark gaze sharpening like he could see right through me. Did he know? The thought made me finger myself harder, my thumb grinding against my clit, juices coating my hand as I chased that edge.

By the time the bell rang, I was a mess—flushed, panting, my pussy throbbing but unsatisfied. Students filed out, and I lingered, my fingers sticky as I wiped them on my thigh. Professor Rynne packed his notes slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. 'Office. Now,' he said, voice like gravel, and I obeyed, heart racing.

I knocked on his door, slipping inside when he grunted approval. The room felt smaller today, charged with tension. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, that commanding stare pinning me in place. 'You think you can sit in my class, fingering that greedy little cunt, and I won't notice?'

My face burned. 'I... I couldn't help it, Professor. Thinking about yesterday—'

He cut me off with a low chuckle, stepping closer until his body heat enveloped me. 'Bad girls get punished. And you're a very bad girl, aren't you? Teasing me all lecture, getting your pussy wet for everyone to smell if they got close enough.' His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and yanking me forward. 'Strip. Everything off. Let me see what I'm working with.'

Trembling with anticipation, I peeled off my blouse, bra, skirt, and panties, standing naked before him. My nipples hardened in the cool air, pussy lips glistening from my earlier play. He circled me like a wolf, eyes devouring every curve. 'On the desk. Legs spread wide.'

I hopped up, parting my thighs shamelessly, exposing my dripping slit. He stepped between them, his clothed body brushing my bare skin, but he made no move to undress. Instead, he leaned down, mouth latching onto one breast. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak until I arched off the wood with a cry. 'Fuck, Professor... yes, suck my tits like that.'

He switched to the other boob, kneading the first with rough fingers, pinching and twisting until pain mixed with pleasure, making me squirm. 'These slutty tits have been begging for attention since day one,' he murmured against my skin, his free hand trailing down my stomach to my mound. His thumb pressed my clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that had my hips bucking. 'Look at this clit—swollen and desperate. You want to cum already, don't you?'

'Please,' I whined, grinding against his hand. 'Finger me. Make me cum on your fingers.'

He smirked, sliding two thick digits into my soaked pussy, curling them against my G-spot while his thumb kept tormenting my clit. I moaned loud, walls clenching around him as he pumped fast, the wet squelch filling the room. But just as the pressure built, he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching. 'Not yet, slut. Punishment means you beg for every touch.'

Tears pricked my eyes from the denial, frustration bubbling up. 'No... please, don't stop. I need it so bad.' He ignored me, dropping to his knees and yanking my legs wider. His mouth dove in, tongue lapping at my folds like a starving man, sucking my clit between his lips. I screamed, hands fisting his hair, riding his face as he devoured me—tongue thrusting inside, nose bumping my clit, lips slurping my juices. 'Oh God, eat my pussy, Professor! I'm your dirty little whore—'

He hummed against me, the vibration sending shocks through my core, but again, he stopped right before I tipped over, pulling back with my arousal shining on his chin. 'Cry for me. Show me how much you want it.'

Sobs escaped me now, hot tears streaming down my cheeks as my body trembled on the edge. 'Please... I'm crying for you. Fuck me, give me your cock. I'll do anything—suck it, ride it, let you breed me. Just stop teasing!' My voice broke, slutty desperation pouring out as I spread myself wider, fingers parting my lips to show him my pulsing hole.

He stood, unzipping his pants just enough to free his massive cock—thick, veined, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum. But he didn't enter me. Instead, he grabbed my hair, forcing my head down toward it. 'Open wide, bad girl. Suck it like the cock-hungry slut you are.'

I did, mouth watering as I wrapped my lips around the head, tongue swirling the salty tip before taking him deeper. He thrust forward, face-fucking me with brutal strokes, his cock hitting the back of my throat until I gagged, drool spilling down my chin. 'That's it—choke on it. Imagine this dick splitting your pussy open, but you don't get that today.' Tears mixed with saliva as he used my mouth, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, humming around him to please him, but my pussy clenched on nothing, aching emptily.

He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and shoved three fingers into my cunt instead, stretching me wide while his thumb assaulted my clit again. 'Cum on my hand, you filthy bitch. Soak the desk.' The intrusion was intense, his fingers pistoning fast, hooking inside to hit every spot. Pleasure coiled tight, and I shattered, screaming around nothing as my orgasm ripped through me—walls spasming, squirting juices onto his wrist, body convulsing in waves.

But he didn't let up. As I came down, panting and sobbing from overstimulation, he pinched my nipples hard, twisting until I yelped. 'More. I want you ruined.' He grabbed a pen from his desk—thick and smooth—and teased my entrance with it before sliding it in deep, twisting it while his mouth returned to my breasts, biting and sucking until bruises bloomed. Then he replaced it with his fingers again, four this time, fisting lightly at my opening, thumb on my ass, rubbing the tight ring.

'Professor, mercy... I can't—please, fuck me! Your cock, I need it inside!' I begged through tears, hips jerking wildly, another climax building from the relentless assault. He laughed darkly, withdrawing everything to slap my clit lightly, making me jolt.

'Not today. This is your punishment—cumming over and over without my dick. Now finger your own ass while I watch.' Humiliated and horny beyond reason, I obeyed, sliding a finger into my puckered hole while he rubbed my pussy raw. The dual sensation broke me; I came again, harder, crying out his name as my body shook, pussy gushing onto the desk.

Finally, he stepped back, cock still hard and untouched by me fully. I collapsed, a wrecked, tear-streaked mess, every inch of me throbbing. 'Good girl,' he said, tucking himself away. 'Clean up and go. Tomorrow, behave—or don't. I like punishing you.'

I nodded weakly, already dreading the empty ache that would haunt me until next time.