She stayed after the lecture like she always did, but this time the classroom door clicked shut and locked. Professor Hale was thirty-eight, broad in the shoulders, with a voice that got lower when he was pissed. Today he was pissed at her for mouthing off during the quiz.
"Lock the door was my idea," he said, dropping his bag on the desk. "You want to act like a brat in my class, you can take the consequences like a grown woman."
She was twenty-two, legal in every way that mattered, and her cunt was already throbbing from the way he looked at her. No teasing. She walked straight to him, dropped to her knees on the hard tile, and yanked his belt open.
His cock was thick and already half-hard when she pulled it out. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, no warm-up, just wet slurping sounds filling the empty room. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper until her nose hit his zipper.
"That's it," he growled. "Choke on it. You've been staring at this dick all semester."
She gagged but kept sucking, spit running down her chin onto her shirt. He fucked her face in short, rough thrusts until his balls tightened. Then he pulled out, hauled her up, and bent her over the desk.
He flipped her skirt up, ripped her panties to the side, and shoved two fingers straight into her soaked pussy. "Dripping already. Fucking slut."
She moaned and pushed back on his hand. He finger-fucked her fast and dirty until her thighs shook, then replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust. She cried out as he bottomed out, stretching her wide. He didn't wait. He pounded her from behind, the desk scraping across the floor with every slam.
Her tits bounced against the wood. Papers scattered. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he drilled her, calling her every filthy name he could think of. She came hard, cunt clenching around his cock, juices dripping down her legs.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the desk, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and fucked her even deeper. Her second orgasm hit while he was still going, her whole body jerking. He pulled out at the last second, stroked his cock twice, and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum.
They both stayed there breathing hard for a minute. Then he tucked himself away, tossed her a pack of wet wipes from his drawer, and said, "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."
She left the classroom with his cum still drying on her skin and a fresh ache between her legs, already counting the hours until the next after-class session.
