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nipples almost coming out and my midriff shows, my belly button ring flashing in the dim light.
I'd worn a big raincoat over top of it which I shoved in my bag before knocking. No way was I walking across campus dressed like this.
"That's much better."
Relief soothes away my nerves. "Thanks, Professor."
"Come here." His voice is stern, his expression revealing nothing.
I toss my bag to the same spot by the door and walk over to him. I look up through my lashes, meeting his blazing blue eyes. I sure am a sucker for blue eyes.
"Bend over the desk."
Another round of naughty schoolgirl? I hope it ends with me getting fucked this time. I saunter to the desk, making sure to brush my tits against his arm. I place my hands in the same spot and lay my top half across his desk, my ass in the air, my skirt riding up, revealing the bottom curve of my ass cheeks. The only thing on his desk is the ruler, just like before.
He comes to stand beside me and flips up my skirt, a small hiss escaping when he sees my lack of underwear. His hand grazes my sore skin, his fingers tracing the marks still branded onto me.
"Beautiful. Does it still hurt?"
My breath shortens from his light touch. "A little."
"But you learned your lesson."
"I did, Professor."
"Excellent."
His hand teasing me drives me crazy. "Please, Professor."
"Please, what?"
I splutter, my pussy already growing wet. "Spank me, fuck me, touch me, anything. Just please."
The Professor shoves his hands between my legs, grabbing my pussy in that same way as before which makes it pulse against his palm. I don't know what it is about that, but it is one of the hottest things ever done to me. He clenches his hand, gripping me harder. I moan and push back against him.
He steps away, his hand disappearing from me. An embarrassing whine escapes my throat.
"Stand up and turn around."
I push up with my hands from the desk and spin to face him. He steps close and grips my upper arms, before burying his face in my neck, kissing and licking his way down my collar bone, nipping at the heaving flesh above my sweater.
"Take off your shirt," he commands.
I bring trembling fingers up to my cardigan and pop open the buttons, my breasts clad in a tiny, white, see-through bra spring from it. My nipples poke at the fabric. I let the sweater slide off my arms and down to the floor.
"Bra too."
I slip the straps off first before reaching back to unclasp my bra. It joins my sweater on the floor.
His eyes narrow on my tits and hard nipples. "Leave everything else."
I nod and bite my lip. "Yes, Professor."
He gestures towards the desk behind me. "Now, sit on the desk and open your legs."
I shiver and obey, hopping up and hitch my skirt up so I'm completely on display. The chilly air of his office brushes against my open pussy. The wool of the skirt scratches at my ass, but the desk is cool on the back of my legs.
He takes off his bow-tie first and then shrugs from his tweed jacket. He releases the cuffs of his shirt and unbuttons the middle with torturous and slow movements. He tosses both onto his leather chair. His chest is pale and lean with defined muscles and not a hint of body fat.
He is seriously fucking hot.
I want to lick him all over, to taste every forbidden inch of him.
He walks over to me and runs his hand up my legs and up my skirt, teasing fingers making feather light touches against the inside of my thighs and over my mound. My legs twitch in response, opening wider, inviting him to explore further.
Instead, he continues up my body until he reaches my tits, plucking my nipples. The sting shoots through me, traveling up and down from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I suck in a hissing breath through my nose.
"You have the most glorious breasts, Amanda."
I smile a little, pleased with his words. "Thank you, Professor."
He takes both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. I almost come off the desk and attack him, barely
I'd worn a big raincoat over top of it which I shoved in my bag before knocking. No way was I walking across campus dressed like this.
"That's much better."
Relief soothes away my nerves. "Thanks, Professor."
"Come here." His voice is stern, his expression revealing nothing.
I toss my bag to the same spot by the door and walk over to him. I look up through my lashes, meeting his blazing blue eyes. I sure am a sucker for blue eyes.
"Bend over the desk."
Another round of naughty schoolgirl? I hope it ends with me getting fucked this time. I saunter to the desk, making sure to brush my tits against his arm. I place my hands in the same spot and lay my top half across his desk, my ass in the air, my skirt riding up, revealing the bottom curve of my ass cheeks. The only thing on his desk is the ruler, just like before.
He comes to stand beside me and flips up my skirt, a small hiss escaping when he sees my lack of underwear. His hand grazes my sore skin, his fingers tracing the marks still branded onto me.
"Beautiful. Does it still hurt?"
My breath shortens from his light touch. "A little."
"But you learned your lesson."
"I did, Professor."
"Excellent."
His hand teasing me drives me crazy. "Please, Professor."
"Please, what?"
I splutter, my pussy already growing wet. "Spank me, fuck me, touch me, anything. Just please."
The Professor shoves his hands between my legs, grabbing my pussy in that same way as before which makes it pulse against his palm. I don't know what it is about that, but it is one of the hottest things ever done to me. He clenches his hand, gripping me harder. I moan and push back against him.
He steps away, his hand disappearing from me. An embarrassing whine escapes my throat.
"Stand up and turn around."
I push up with my hands from the desk and spin to face him. He steps close and grips my upper arms, before burying his face in my neck, kissing and licking his way down my collar bone, nipping at the heaving flesh above my sweater.
"Take off your shirt," he commands.
I bring trembling fingers up to my cardigan and pop open the buttons, my breasts clad in a tiny, white, see-through bra spring from it. My nipples poke at the fabric. I let the sweater slide off my arms and down to the floor.
"Bra too."
I slip the straps off first before reaching back to unclasp my bra. It joins my sweater on the floor.
His eyes narrow on my tits and hard nipples. "Leave everything else."
I nod and bite my lip. "Yes, Professor."
He gestures towards the desk behind me. "Now, sit on the desk and open your legs."
I shiver and obey, hopping up and hitch my skirt up so I'm completely on display. The chilly air of his office brushes against my open pussy. The wool of the skirt scratches at my ass, but the desk is cool on the back of my legs.
He takes off his bow-tie first and then shrugs from his tweed jacket. He releases the cuffs of his shirt and unbuttons the middle with torturous and slow movements. He tosses both onto his leather chair. His chest is pale and lean with defined muscles and not a hint of body fat.
He is seriously fucking hot.
I want to lick him all over, to taste every forbidden inch of him.
He walks over to me and runs his hand up my legs and up my skirt, teasing fingers making feather light touches against the inside of my thighs and over my mound. My legs twitch in response, opening wider, inviting him to explore further.
Instead, he continues up my body until he reaches my tits, plucking my nipples. The sting shoots through me, traveling up and down from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I suck in a hissing breath through my nose.
"You have the most glorious breasts, Amanda."
I smile a little, pleased with his words. "Thank you, Professor."
He takes both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. I almost come off the desk and attack him, barely
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