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her. I position myself so the tip of my cock is at the heat of her pussy, and I take her breasts again so I have leverage as I glide home. Her skin might be cool, but her fucking pussy is the hottest thing to ever slide over my cock. Her nipples are little pebbles that grow tighter the more I play with them. These are the things I don't do with a professional. I let them get themselves off. It's pure selfishness on my part because I love to watch a woman please herself.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

All he had to do was stand a few feet away from me and I'm already two seconds away from jumping into his arms and getting him naked there and then. I'm mad. “You are not,” he said with a chuckle shocking me, “it's uhm - the mating heat, you see.” My eyes widened because - how on earth could he tell what I was thinking? Maybe I mistakenly let it slip through my lips. Secondly, what on earth does he mean by mating heat? “I know how you must be feeling right now. The whole thing can be very overwhelming especially for you humans who are ignorant to the supernatural.” I took a step back.

He is the hottest thirty four year old I know. Zane places his hands on his hips and remains unmoving. He is giving me the professor death stare, reserved for students who try to make him trip up or test his intelligence in class. I do a double take at him. If he wasn't himself, he would look so ridiculous right now. Standing utterly naked like that. It turns me on. Drives my brain straight to what sex feels like between us. Last night was magic. Every other time before last night. It would never not be an uprooting experience with him. I fear he has touched my life in ways I might never recover from.

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.

Rosie said, making a grossed-out face. “But he’s not my dad. I have a death certificate to prove that,” I said flatly, like it was the most normal thing ever—seducing your professor’s husband and enjoying it. “Well, if he’s really that hot, I get it. Older guys are hot sometimes. But like… is he really that sexy?” I sighed. “He’s sexy in a suit. But in PJs? Even hotter.” Rosie’s jaw dropped. “You’ve seen him in PJs? How?!”

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---

The click of the cap was loud in the quiet room. He coated his fingers and reached between my legs. I sucked in a breath when the first one pushed inside. I was still tender from the club, and my body remembered him even when I wanted it not to. He worked me open with the same patience he used for everything else, slow, sure, watching my face the whole time. When he lined himself up, the thick head of him pressed against me, and the whole thing suddenly felt too real. "Are you really sure about this?" I asked. The words came out rougher than I meant. I was naked under my professor.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it. Professor Hale sat behind his large oak desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking every bit the brilliant but dangerously attractive 38-year-old literature professor. His sharp jaw, dark hair with a touch of silver at the temples, and intense green eyes had haunted my fantasies since the first day of his Advanced Erotic Literature seminar. “You’re late,” he said, leaning back in his chair, eyes raking over my body. I was wearing a short plaid skirt, white blouse tied at the waist, and thigh-high stockings, exactly what he had described in his last email.