I slammed the door to Professor Harlan's office shut behind me, my cock already half-hard in my jeans just from the way he looked at me during lecture. He was forty-two, built like a linebacker who never quit the gym, with salt-and-pepper stubble and hands that looked like they could break me in half. "You wanted to see me about my grade, sir?" I said, voice low.
Harlan didn't waste time. He stood up, locked the door, and grabbed my shirt. "Strip. Now." His voice was pure gravel. I yanked my shirt off, kicked off my shoes, and shoved my jeans and boxers down. My dick sprang up, already leaking. He stared at it, licked his lips, then dropped his own pants. His cock was thick, veined, nine inches of hard meat curving up toward his abs.
"On your knees, boy." I dropped. He fed me that cock without asking. I opened wide and took the head, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting his pre-cum. He grabbed my hair and pushed deeper. "Suck it like you mean it." I gagged but kept going, hollowing my cheeks, drool running down my chin onto his balls. He fucked my throat in short thrusts, balls slapping my chin. "That's it. Good fucking cocksucker."
After a minute he pulled out, spit dripping from my lips. "Stand up. Bend over the desk." I did it fast, ass up, chest flat on the wood. He kicked my feet apart, spat on my hole, and rubbed his cockhead against it. No lube, just spit and pre-cum. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way. I grunted loud. It burned, stretched me open, but fuck it felt good.
Harlan started pounding. Hard, deep strokes that made the desk creak. "Tight little ass. Been wanting to wreck this since the first day." His hips snapped against me, balls swinging. One hand reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. I moaned into the wood.
Every time he bottomed out I saw stars.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the desk, and shoved back in. Now I could watch. His abs flexed, sweat on his chest, eyes locked on mine. "Jerk yourself while I fuck you." I stroked fast, matching his rhythm. He leaned down, bit my nipple, then kissed me rough, tongue fucking my mouth like his cock was fucking my ass.
"Close," I gasped. He grinned, mean and hot. "Come on my dick." I shot hard, ropes hitting my chest and his stomach. My ass clenched around him. That pushed him over. He buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my hole. He kept thrusting through it, pushing it deeper, until he finally slowed and pulled out.
Cum leaked out of me onto the desk. Harlan wiped his cock on my thigh, then slapped my ass. "Same time next week. Don't be late." I pulled my clothes on, legs shaky, hole sore and satisfied. Best fucking office hours of my life.
