Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I was already extremely late for Wyatt’s class, but there was no way I could go anymore. I had missed his class two days in a row now and that was not good for me at all. As a medical student, attendance was very important, more than important, actually. Everything about being in med school was important to be honest and like our professors would say, we are going to be handling people’s lives so we have to sit tight and treat our course as a very important one which is why we needed a certain percentage just to be allowed to sit for exams. If you don’t attend classes frequently, you wouldn’t be allowed to sit for any exam which is equal to automatic failure and can lead to dropping out of med school. I was on my path to risking everything I had worked hard for to be in med school if I continued to miss my classes but at the same time, after everything I had just gone through with the mystery man, there was no way I could walk into Wyatt’s class like this. I needed to clean myself

Finally, the vibration stopped, and I stepped out of the bathroom, my legs wobbling beneath me. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my body, and all I wanted, no, all I needed was real food. Unfortunately, there was nothing at home, which meant I would either have to order something or go out to eat.I was just about to check my reflection in the mirror when my phone buzzed loudly from where I had left it charging. I quickly grabbed it, frowning when I saw multiple messages from the class group chat and it surprised me because weren’t they supposed to be in class by now?I was curious to know what was happening so I opened the messages and scrolled through them and that was when I saw that Wyatt had canceled the morning class. My eyes widened as I read further. He had rescheduled it to 2 p.m.I immediately checked the time and saw that I still had twenty minutes before it was 2 p.mA breath left my lips as relief flooded my system. This was nothing short of a miracle. I had been convinced I

I went to my spot in the library and sat there. My legs shook as I waited for the mystery man to show up. I could not wait for him to walk through the doors with his stupid mask. The library attendant would ask him to take off his ridiculous mask before he got into the library so that I could see his face and know who exactly had been messing with me. As I had that thought, another one came to my head. There was no way the mystery man would be that stupid to walk in here the way he dressed. I was pretty sure any security man on this campus would stop him when they saw the way he dressed. So how did he avoid them? How did he even get into Wyatt's office looking like that? Maybe he wore the mask in the office or something? My head began to hurt from all the thinking I was doing. I just laid it down on the desk in front of me and before I knew it, I slept off.By the time I woke up, it was late in the evening. “Shit,” I muttered as I looked at the time. The library was also closed by t

I slid off, empty again. He brought his hand around, his thumb shining. I turned my head, opened wide, and sucked it in. I tasted myself, strong and raw, sucking hard and cleaning every inch. He pushed deeper, hitting my throat and making me gag lightly.“Good,” he praised. “Now choke on my belt.”He grabbed his belt from the chair, a thick, almost worn out leather and looped it around my neck like a collar. He pulled it tight, the end dangling like a leash. When he tugged, my head snapped back. “You put it in your journal that you want no safe words, which is fine by me. I didn’t know you to love this so much that you don’t even want it to end or stop.”“Crawl with the belt around your neck,” he said. “Crawl round the room and show me you are mine.”I dropped to all fours and the belt bit into my skin as he led me, pulling it firmly. I crawled after him, my neck strained as I gasped for air. We moved around the tables and past shelves. My knees ached, but my cock stayed rock hard, b

His tongue worked deep into my hole, swirling around the edges and licking up every drop of his cum. The taste must have been strong for him, but he did not stop. His hands held my thighs wide, fingers digging into my skin as I moaned louder, the sound bouncing off the empty library walls and echoing back at us. My cock twitched, already hard again. The rim job felt too good, wet and hot. His mask scratched my cheeks, making me squirm.“Finger yourself while I lick you,” he ordered, his voice muffled against my ass.I reached down, sliding two fingers in next to his tongue. The stretch returned, full and tight. I pumped them slowly, matching his licks. He sucked on the rim now, pulling it into his mouth before letting it pop out wet. I gasped and pushed deeper, my prostate throbbing under my touch.“Add a third,” he said, pulling his tongue out for a second.I did. The burn spread, but it mixed with the pleasure. Three fingers moved in and out while his tongue dropped to my balls, lap