I spotted her on the first day of the new semester, sitting in the front row of my advanced lit class. Priya was twenty-one, all long legs and tight tops that barely contained her heavy tits. She knew exactly what she was doing every time she uncrossed her legs and let me catch a flash of her black panties.
After class I told her to stay behind. The door clicked shut and I didn’t waste time. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” I said, voice low. “Time to pay up.”
She smirked, dropped her bag, and stepped close enough that her tits brushed my chest. “Then stop talking and fuck me already.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, kissing her hard, tongue pushing deep. She moaned into my mouth and ground her hips against the hard bulge in my pants. My free hand slid under her skirt, fingers shoving her panties aside to find her already wet slit. Two fingers sank straight into her tight cunt. She was dripping.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled against her lips. “You want this cock bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Give it to me.”
I spun her around, bent her over my desk, and flipped her skirt up. Her ass was round and perfect. I ripped her panties down to her knees and slapped her cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint. She pushed back, begging. I unzipped, pulled my thick cock out, and rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.
Then I slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Priya cried out, gripping the edge of the desk. Her pussy clamped around me like a fist. I didn’t go slow. I fucked her hard and fast, the desk scraping across the floor with every thrust. Her ass rippled every time my hips smacked against it.
“Take it,” I snarled. “Take every inch of that cock, you dirty little student.”
She pushed back to meet every stroke, moaning louder. “Harder… fuck me harder, sir.”
I reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it rough while I pounded her. Her legs started shaking. When she came she screamed, cunt pulsing around my shaft, juices running down her thighs. I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her through the orgasm, chasing my own.
After a few more brutal thrusts I pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. She opened her mouth like a good girl and took my cock straight down her throat. I fucked her face, hands in her hair, watching spit drip from her chin onto her tits. When I was close I pulled back and painted her tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off my cock like she couldn’t get enough.
We weren’t done. I hauled her up, cleared the desk with one arm, and laid her on her back. I shoved her knees to her chest and sank back into that sloppy, used pussy. This time I went slower, deeper, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips. Her tits bounced with each thrust. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her whimper.
She came again, harder, nails digging into my back. I followed right after, flooding her cunt with another load. When I pulled out, cum leaked out of her stretched hole and ran down her ass.
We cleaned up just enough to walk out without looking too wrecked. But the next day she showed up at my office after hours wearing nothing under her skirt.
I bent her over the chair and fucked her again, raw and filthy, just the way she wanted. She left with my cum still inside her and a smile on her face.
Every week after that she came back for more. Different positions, different places—my car, the empty lecture hall, once even the library stacks. She was always wet, always begging, always taking every inch like she was made for it. And I kept giving it to her, hard and deep, until she couldn’t walk straight.
That’s how it started, and that’s how it stayed: me railing my eager student whenever I wanted, and her loving every dirty second of it.
