The classroom was empty except for the two of us. I was twenty-two, a senior who should have left hours ago, but Professor Hale had asked me to stay behind. He was thirty-five, built like he lifted weights between lectures, with a thick beard and eyes that had been stripping me all semester.
"Close the door," he said, voice low and rough.
I did. When I turned around he was already unbuckling his belt.
"Get over here. On your knees."
I dropped without thinking. His cock was already hard when he pulled it out, thick and veined, the head dark and leaking. I opened my mouth and he shoved it straight in, no warm-up, just a steady push until my nose pressed against his pubes and my throat squeezed around him.
"Fuck, that's it," he growled. "Suck your professor's dick like the little cockslut you've been pretending not to be."
I gagged but didn't pull back. He held my head and fucked my face in short, hard thrusts, spit running down my chin onto the floor. Every time he bottomed out I moaned around him, the sound wet and filthy.
After a minute he yanked me off by the hair. "Stand up. Pants down. Now."
I stripped fast. He spun me around and bent me over his desk, papers scattering. One hand spread my ass cheeks while the other spat on my hole. Two thick fingers shoved inside without warning, stretching me open.
"Tight little hole," he muttered. "Bet you've been thinking about this every class, haven't you? Sitting there with a hard-on while I taught, waiting for me to bend you over and wreck you."
"Yes, sir," I gasped.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the balls. I cried out, the burn sharp and perfect. He didn't give me time to adjust. He just started pounding, hips slapping against my ass, the desk creaking under us.
"Take it," he grunted. "Take every fucking inch."
Each stroke dragged across my prostate. My own cock hung heavy and dripping beneath me, swinging with every thrust. He reached under and grabbed it, jerking me in time with his fucking, rough and fast.
"You gonna come on your professor's cock?" he demanded.
"Yesfuckyes."
He slammed in harder, balls-deep, and I shot all over the floor, my hole clenching around him. He fucked me straight through it, then pulled out, spun me around, and shoved me to my knees again.
"Open."
I opened my mouth and he painted my tongue and face with thick ropes of cum, some landing on my lips, some in my hair. When he finished he rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, smearing it across my skin.
"Clean it," he ordered.
I licked him soft, tasting both of us. He watched with that same intense stare from class, only now it was satisfied and filthy.
"Same time tomorrow," he said, tucking himself away. "And next time bring lube. I'm fucking that ass twice."
I left the classroom with his cum drying on my face and my legs shaking, already counting the hours until round two.
