I walked into Professor Hale's office after class like I always did, but this time the door clicked shut behind me with a finality that made my cock twitch in my jeans. He was 42, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper stubble, and he looked at me like he wanted to wreck me.
"Lock it," he said, voice low and rough.
I did. Then I turned and he was already on me, shoving me back against the door.
His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue pushing deep while his hand grabbed my ass hard enough to bruise. "You've been teasing me all semester, you little slut," he growled against my lips. "Sitting in the front row, spreading your legs just enough so I could see that bulge."
"Yeah?" I panted, grinding against the thick ridge in his slacks. "Then do something about it, Professor."
He spun me around and bent me over his desk in one rough motion. Papers scattered. My cheek hit the cool wood. He yanked my jeans and boxers down to my thighs in one yank, exposing my ass. A thick finger dragged down my crack and pushed straight into my hole, no spit, just the burn.
"Fuck," I groaned, pushing back on it.
"Shut up and take it." He worked that finger in and out fast, then added a second, stretching me open while his other hand reached around and squeezed my leaking cock. "Look at this greedy hole. You've been dying for your teacher's dick."
He pulled his fingers out and I heard his zipper. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole, hot and thick. He didn't ease in. He shoved forward in one hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep. The stretch burned like hell and felt so fucking good I almost came right there.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he grunted, gripping my hips and pounding into me. The desk creaked with every thrust. Skin slapped skin. He fucked like he hated me and needed me at the same time, deep, brutal strokes that nailed my prostate every time.
I reached down and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. "Harder, Professor. Fuck your student harder."
He did. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, over and over, growling filthy shit in my ear. "This what you wanted? Getting railed by your teacher like a cheap whore? Gonna fill this ass up so you feel it all week."
My orgasm hit without warning. I shot thick ropes across the desk, hole clenching around his cock. He kept fucking me through it, using my spasming ass until he buried himself deep and unloaded, pumping hot cum into me with a low, animal groan.
He stayed inside me while we both caught our breath, his hand rubbing slow circles on my lower back. Then he pulled out and I felt his load start to drip down my thigh.
"Same time tomorrow," he said, tucking himself away. "And next time, no underwear."
I pulled my jeans up over the mess, already hard again at the thought. "Yes, Professor."
