Chapter 3

　　I moaned softly, legs trembling. "Professor… please. I need more."

　　He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany desk. Papers crinkled and fell to the floor. He spread my legs wide and placed my black heels on the desk so my knees fell open. My soaked pussy was completely open to him,pink, swollen, and dripping so much I ached

　　He stepped back for a moment and stared. "Beautiful," he said in a deep, rough voice. "Look at you, Miss Clarke. Spread wide open on my desk like a perfect little gift. That greedy cunt is begging to be eaten."

　　I blushed hard and bit my lip. "Professor… I feel so exposed like this."

　　"That's the point," he replied with a dark smile. He dropped to his knees between my spread thighs. His broad shoulders kept my legs apart. His hot breath blew across my sensitive skin, making me shiver.

　　For a few seconds he just looked and breathed me in. Then his tongue licked one long, slow line from my dripping hole all the way up to my swollen clit.

　　"Ahh!" I moaned loudly. My head fell back. Pleasure rushed through my whole body.

　　He growled against me and attacked with his mouth. He sucked my clit between his warm lips and flicked it fast with his tongue. Then he licked broad, wet strokes through my folds, devouring every drop. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside me again, curling right against my sensitive spot.

　　"Oh god… Professor!" I cried out. My fingers tangled in his dark hair. I pulled him closer, rocking my hips against his face. Wet slurping sounds filled the office. My thighs shook around his head.

　　He sucked harder on my clit while his fingers pumped faster. "You taste so sweet," he said between licks, his voice muffled. "Cum for me. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my fingers."

　　"I'm so close… please don't stop!" I begged, my voice breaking. My hips moved wildly. The pressure inside me grew bigger I tightened my legs around him as I felt myself exploded.

　　The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out loud, thighs clamping around his head. My pussy pulsed strongly around his fingers. A hot rush of wetness flooded his mouth. He kept licking and sucking through every wave, drinking me in while I twitched and moaned.

　　When the strong waves finally slowed, I was panting and trembling. My body felt weak and sensitive.

　　Professor Kane stood up. He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. "Delicious little slut. You taste even sweeter when you cum on my tongue." His eyes looked wild with need.

　　He unbuckled his belt. The sound of leather made my pussy clench. He pulled down his zipper and his thick cock sprang free. It was long, heavy, and veined, with a swollen head already leaking. It looked big and powerful.

　　"Professor…" I whispered, staring at it. "It's so thick."

　　He rubbed the hot head up and down my soaked slit, slapping it gently against my clit. Each slap made me jump and whimper. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to," he growled.

　　"It's yours," I said quickly. "This pussy belongs to you, Professor. Please… I need you inside me. Fuck me. Ruin me."

　　With a deep animal sound, he pushed forward . The thick head stretched my tight entrance. Inch by inch, his big cock sank into me. I gasped and grabbed his arms. The stretch burned in the best way. When he finally filled me completely, his heavy balls rested against my ass. I felt so full.

　　"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. He stayed still for a moment, grinding against my clit. "Take every inch. This cunt was made for my cock."

　　Then he started moving. Hard, deep thrusts that made the desk shake. My full breasts bounced wildly under my blouse. He gripped my hips tight and pulled me onto him with every stroke. Skin slapped loudly against skin. Wet, dirty sounds echoed in the room.

　　"Such a tight, greedy little cunt," he said through gritted teeth. "Taking every thick inch like you were born for it. I've wanted to ruin this pussy all semester."

　　He leaned over me and yanked my blouse open. Buttons flew across the desk. His mouth caught one hard nipple and sucked strongly while he pounded into me. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against my sensitive spot.

　　"Professor! Right there!" I moaned. Another orgasm built fast. My walls fluttered around his thick shaft. "I'm going to cum again!"

　　"Cum on my cock," he ordered. "Let me feel you squeeze me."

　　The second orgasm crashed over me even harder. I squirted around his cock, soaking his shirt and the desk. My body shook and my vision blurred. I cried out his name again and again.

　　He didn't slow down. He fucked me harder, grunting with every thrust. "Yes, squirt all over your professor's cock like the dirty student you are."

　　The pleasure kept coming. A third orgasm followed right after, leaving me sobbing and twitching. My pussy felt swollen and sensitive, but still hungry for him.

　　He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb in firm circles. The overstimulation made me cry out. Fresh tears of pleasure filled my eyes.

　　"Beg for my cum," he commanded, his voice strained. His thrusts grew faster and deeper.

　　"Please, Professor!" I begged, voice hoarse. "Fill me up! Breed my pussy! I need your hot cum deep inside me. Please cum in me!"

　　With a loud growl, he slammed into me one last time. His cock pulsed hard. Thick ropes of warm cum flooded my womb. Jet after jet pumped into me until it overflowed. White cream leaked out around his thick cock and dripped down to the desk.

　　I trembled under him, completely ruined. My pussy stayed stretched and full, still fluttering around him.

　　He stayed buried deep inside me and leaned down. He kissed me hard, claiming my mouth. His hand gently stroked my shaking thigh.

　　"You're mine now, Miss Clarke," he whispered against my lips. "Every night this semester, this perfect little pussy will be used until you can barely walk to class."

　　He finally pulled out slowly. We both watched as his cum poured out of my open, ruined hole onto the desk. He looked pleased and ran a finger through the mess, pushing some back inside me.

　　"Such a beautiful sight," he said softly. "My good girl, dripping with my cum."

　　I lay back on the desk, breathing hard, body buzzing with pleasure and exhaustion. Professor Kane smiled down at me and brushed hair from my face.