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controlling myself and instead wrapping my legs around his waist instead to bring him closer.
His hard bulge covered by his pants is scratchy against my pulsing, wet cunt. I rub against him, needing the friction.
It's strange being naked in front of someone who is basically a stranger. With Scott, it was different. I know him better than I know anyone and I was also a little bit tipsy the first time. And heartbroken.
But with Professor Roux, I can't believe myself. I am sensual and fearless and probably not a little bit crazy, but it feels amazing and freeing.
And the taboo of it all turns me on even more. The fear of getting caught. It’s forbidden. I could get expelled and he would get fired. Or maybe Sara could catch us and join in. Two items checked off my list at once.
The thought makes me tremble with excitement. I like this new side of me. Taking risks and trying new things. If they were all this pleasurable, I was in for some truly wonderful few months.
And. I. Could. Not. Wait.
He slams me back against the desk and jerks my legs open as far as they will go. One of his hands returns to my breasts, switching back and forth between them, and the other slides into my drenched pussy. He pushes several fingers inside me with no warm up or warning, stretching me to the brink of pain. I moan and try to open my legs more, squirming and gasping. I’m on the border of too-much when his thumb strokes my clit and I settle into not-enough.
It feels amazing.
He twists his hand and my pelvis rises from the top of the desk, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. His head comes down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth as he keeps twisting and pumping into my pussy.
My pulse speeds into overdrive and every single one of my nerves cries out as warmth washes over me. He sucks hard on my nipple and twists his fingers in just the right way, hitting just the right spot.
I come apart.
I shudder and jerk and tremble and groan, his office spinning. I stare at the ceiling and gasp for breath once he pulls away from me.
Before my body stills and calms, he bends my legs up so my heels rest on the edge of the desk. I am completely open to him. He kneels down and takes my still clenching pussy into his mouth, sucking at the center of me so hard I see sparkling colors glitter across the ceiling of his office.
He pulls away and looks up the length of my body at me. "I did not give you permission to come."
"I'm sorry, Professor." A total lie. I am not sorry at all. It had been amazing and I regret nothing. At. All.
He leans back, a grim smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "You will be."
My heart skips a beat, wondering what the hell he has in store for me now. If he doesn't fuck me, I will regret it. I want him to fuck me more than I want extra credit right now.
His hand comes down straight on the center of my pussy with a gentle slap. My legs twitch in response and I gasp. It doesn't really hurt, but it surprises me. He slaps it again, each strike getting a little harder, but nowhere near as hard as he'd spanked my ass. A flurry of strikes rains down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet office, my moans and squeals joining the noise.
"You must learn to follow the rules, Amanda. There are consequences for our actions."
I can barely focus on his words, too overcome with arousal and a little bit of shame for enjoying this so much. He grabs the ruler from the desk and my breath falters. He's going to use that there?
He gently slaps first one breast, then the other.
The Professor smacks my nipples and the tops and sides of my tits with the ruler, over and over until my breasts turn the same color as my ass. My arms tremble as they fight to keep me upright. The sting spreads throughout my tits and shoots straight to my core, making it tingle with arousal.
His intense stare meets my eyes, his expression still stern, but his pupils are dark. He's loving every minute of this.
So am I.
My head falls back and my eyes
His hard bulge covered by his pants is scratchy against my pulsing, wet cunt. I rub against him, needing the friction.
It's strange being naked in front of someone who is basically a stranger. With Scott, it was different. I know him better than I know anyone and I was also a little bit tipsy the first time. And heartbroken.
But with Professor Roux, I can't believe myself. I am sensual and fearless and probably not a little bit crazy, but it feels amazing and freeing.
And the taboo of it all turns me on even more. The fear of getting caught. It’s forbidden. I could get expelled and he would get fired. Or maybe Sara could catch us and join in. Two items checked off my list at once.
The thought makes me tremble with excitement. I like this new side of me. Taking risks and trying new things. If they were all this pleasurable, I was in for some truly wonderful few months.
And. I. Could. Not. Wait.
He slams me back against the desk and jerks my legs open as far as they will go. One of his hands returns to my breasts, switching back and forth between them, and the other slides into my drenched pussy. He pushes several fingers inside me with no warm up or warning, stretching me to the brink of pain. I moan and try to open my legs more, squirming and gasping. I’m on the border of too-much when his thumb strokes my clit and I settle into not-enough.
It feels amazing.
He twists his hand and my pelvis rises from the top of the desk, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. His head comes down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth as he keeps twisting and pumping into my pussy.
My pulse speeds into overdrive and every single one of my nerves cries out as warmth washes over me. He sucks hard on my nipple and twists his fingers in just the right way, hitting just the right spot.
I come apart.
I shudder and jerk and tremble and groan, his office spinning. I stare at the ceiling and gasp for breath once he pulls away from me.
Before my body stills and calms, he bends my legs up so my heels rest on the edge of the desk. I am completely open to him. He kneels down and takes my still clenching pussy into his mouth, sucking at the center of me so hard I see sparkling colors glitter across the ceiling of his office.
He pulls away and looks up the length of my body at me. "I did not give you permission to come."
"I'm sorry, Professor." A total lie. I am not sorry at all. It had been amazing and I regret nothing. At. All.
He leans back, a grim smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "You will be."
My heart skips a beat, wondering what the hell he has in store for me now. If he doesn't fuck me, I will regret it. I want him to fuck me more than I want extra credit right now.
His hand comes down straight on the center of my pussy with a gentle slap. My legs twitch in response and I gasp. It doesn't really hurt, but it surprises me. He slaps it again, each strike getting a little harder, but nowhere near as hard as he'd spanked my ass. A flurry of strikes rains down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet office, my moans and squeals joining the noise.
"You must learn to follow the rules, Amanda. There are consequences for our actions."
I can barely focus on his words, too overcome with arousal and a little bit of shame for enjoying this so much. He grabs the ruler from the desk and my breath falters. He's going to use that there?
He gently slaps first one breast, then the other.
The Professor smacks my nipples and the tops and sides of my tits with the ruler, over and over until my breasts turn the same color as my ass. My arms tremble as they fight to keep me upright. The sting spreads throughout my tits and shoots straight to my core, making it tingle with arousal.
His intense stare meets my eyes, his expression still stern, but his pupils are dark. He's loving every minute of this.
So am I.
My head falls back and my eyes
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