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She was a few minutes late. She rushed up the stairs to Professor Lawson’s classroom, trying to calm herself as she hurried along. Hi was her worst subject, and she’d been extremely lax in showing up for his class. Until now that is, with finals a week away, she needed all the help she could get. So she asked him if there were some way she could earn some extra credit to make up for all she’d missed. At first he’d just laughed and said “surely you’re kidding! You’ve been to 3 out of ten classes all semester!” She already knew that, but also knew he kinda had a ‘thing’ for her… always looking down her shirt whenever she wore a lowcut blouse, which she wore for just that reason lately, and always seeming to undress her with his eyes…
She could admit she wasn’t bad looking, at 25, with her long blonde curly hair, ample breasts and full figure, but she didn’t think she was a knockout or anything, but the way Prof. Lawson looked at her, that’s what he made her feel like… so she figured, “what the hell, maybe I could use that to my advantage”. She was hurrying now to earn that extra credit. It was late in the afternoon, and the college halls were quiet for the most part, and would remain that way until early evening, when the night courses started.
Upon arriving at his classroom door, she took a moment to observe him. He was a tall man, standing a full 6’6, tall compared to her 5’3, with shoulder length brown wavy hair and a nice firm body. Not too shabby for a 38 year old married professor. She watched him clearing his desk and wondered what he had in store for her, and if he did “that” often. She knew he was gonna fuck her, but she also knew, it wouldn’t be like any other lay she’d ever had… steeling herself, she walked in the room, and closed the door behind her.
She smiled, and said hello. “Good afternoon Ms. Carlson, please stand here” he grinned, and pointed to a spot in front of his desk. He removed his tie and admired her short skirt as she walked to the spot he’d indicated… perfect he thought… heheh… almost as though the chick had read my mind.
He was sitting on the edge of his desk, and she stood before him. He asked her to turn around, and hold her hands behind her, which she did, although apprehensively. “Have you any objections to this?” He asked as he began to secure her hands together with his favorite silk tie. “No sir” she breathed, feeling a combination of fear and excitement well up inside her belly. He placed his hands on her hips, and pulled her close body so that she was leaning against his on the desk. She felt his arousal against her behind, and gently rubbed against it, causing him to sigh. He let his hands roam her body, caressing her stomach, squeezing her breasts, feeling her pussy. Pulling her hair away from her neck, he began kissing her, one hand pinching her hard nipple, the other, massaging her clit through her panties.
She was sighing softly, enjoying this, perfectly comfortable, until he said gruffly in her ear “you’ve been a bad little girl… you need to be punished” “Sir?” She asked. “Shut up” he told her, and got up, taking her with him, and leaning her over his desk. Her feet barely touched the floor. She lay on her stomach, her arms, tied tightly behind her back, her head to the side, body trying to find a comfortable stance… Not easy in that position. “You’ve been very bad, terrible” he said. “But sir” she started… but was cut off by a sharp slap across her pantied fanny *WHAP* “OW!” She started, then she felt another *WHAP* She gasped as he lifted her short skirt and tore off her panties, feeling exposed, feeling his hand rub her naked ass and pussy. She grunted as he shoved two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out of her wetness, then yiped as he smacked her ass again, HARD. “Ohhhh, that hurts professor!” She moaned, then felt another *SLAP*
As he slid down his slacks and boxers, then told her “If your a good little girl, I may even fuck you”, he said as he rubbed his cock against her hole.
She tried to lean back on his shaft, and received a hard whap for her efforts. She felt his fingers in her hair, pulling, and the fingers of the other playing with her clit. He was crooning to her, “you love this, don’t you whore, mmmmmmm, you’ve such a tight cunt, want me to fuck it?”, As he slid in three fingers and pumped them in and out of her for a minute, then went back to tickling her clit.
“Yes, please” she whispered, breathing hard. *SMACK* “What?” *WHAP* “I didn’t hear that baby, wanna say again?” And he thrust 3 fingers inside her again, deeply, holding them there, feeling her squeeze them with her cunt muscles. Her pussy was dripping wet, and he rubbed some of that sweetness on her tight asshole, slowly sliding a finger in. Hearing her gasp, he said “Oh yea, cunt, tell me what you want!” Hand still gripping her hair, he pumped his throbbing cock with the other, against her wet snatch, willing her to beg for it.
She was squirming, struggling against her bonds, grinding her pussy against the desk, trying to lean back on his shaft, which was being rubbed against her hole “Oh PLEASE Sir, PLEASE, fuck me!” *Pant* “What?” He said, as he smacked her sweet ass again. “Please!!!” She begged, feeling him slide in just the head, she tightened and squeezed it with her cunt, willing him to slide it in. “I want you cock DEEP inside me! Oh PLEASE professor, FUCK my CUNT! PLEASE!” She moaned.
With both hands on her hips, he rammed himself deeply within her tightness, grunting and panting as he repeatedly pounded in and out, not stopping. She was in extasy, feeling his balls slap against her clit, she groaned and begged for him to give it to her, make her cum. He pulled her head back with one hand, pulling her body back slightly, so he could squeeze her breast, and roughly pinch her nipple, then smacked her ass cheek and pulled on it as he continued his assault with his deeply thrusting shaft.
He roughly and continually massaged her ass cheeks, as he plunged, loving the way they turned pink, loving her moaning, he was close to exploding. He felt her wholebody tense, and start to buck, so he increased his pace, saying “Cum for me you bitch, I wanna feel it all slick and wet in here”, emphasizing ‘here’ with a deep thrust. “Cunt, cream me you cunt” he panted, “do it baby!” “Fuck my cock you whore”, slamming into her, panting as she screamed her orgasm. As her cunt contracted, his throbbing shaft could take no more, and he exploded his full load within her, he grunted long and hard, pulling her hair and her hips to enable him to thrust deeply. She was milking his spurting shaft, squeezing it all out of him. He remained inside her for a minute, resting. Both were panting, sensitive.
He untied her wrists, and pulled her up from the desk. She rubbed her wrists, and looked at the professor wide eyed, a sparkle in her eyes, watching as he pulled on his boxers and slacks. While she straightened her skirt, she looked around for her panties, but didn’t see them. She hoped he found them before another student did. Wouldn’t THAT take some explaining on the professor’s part she thought and chuckled to herself.
“Ms. Carlson, consider yourself partially caught up” he said, and cleared his throat. “I think a few more afterclass visits, and you’ll be caught up in no time” he said with a wry smile.
The shocked expression didn’t remain on her face for long. It was quickly replaced with a small smile, and a nod.
“Tomorrow then?” He asked. “Tomorrow Sir” she answered. She slowly walked out, feeling his eyes bore in to her, making her feel warm all over, already anticipating tomorrows visit.
After she closed the door behind her, he reached under the desk, picked up her torn panties, and put them in his jacket pocket, and smiled.
