Teach Me Harder!

It was bittersweet being on campus one last time to sort out everything I needed for my final clearance. I was finally done with my Master's degree, which meant that I was no longer going to keep using school to cover up the fact that I had no idea what I was doing with my life.

It felt like the end of an era and a chapter I wasn't ready to close yet. But I had to. Because in a few weeks, I'd be a viscountess in a small town and living a life I never imagined I would be living.

It felt weird, all of it. I'd flirted with the idea of probably running away and never looking back, but all my cards and my entire life were basically linked to Dad, so there was no way I was going to get away with it.

I sighed at the mere thought of how terrible my life was at the moment. The only good thing that had happened so far was the very wild threesome I had the other night. I couldn't get the thought of the two men fucking me out of my head, and as always, I wanted more.

I adjusted the strap of my bag, my heels clicking against the tiled floors of the faculty building as I made my way to meet the one last professor who needed to sign off my paperwork.

Professor Collins.

Just thinking about him sent a flush creeping up my neck.

He was hot. Hot in a way that should be illegal for professors. He was in his early forties, extremely tall and handsome, with piercing eyes that always seemed to suck me in and a voice that felt like pure sex.

Ugh, just thinking about him made me so wet.

I'd always fantasized about what it'd feel like to be bent over on his desk and fucked until I was screaming out his name. I'd spent more than a few sleepless nights imagining his hands--broad, strong, calloused--doing things they shouldn't to my body. Back then, he was my professor. Off-limits. Untouchable. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

But now? I'd finished my master's program. I was no longer under his authority. Maybe--just maybe--things could be different.

I got to the front of his office and sucked in deep breaths before knocking on the door.

"Who's that?" the professor called from inside the office.

"June Rice. I need your signature for my final clearance."

There was a pause, long enough to make me wonder if I should just leave, but then he responded, "Office hours are over, but come in."

I exhaled deeply as I pushed open the door and stepped into the rather big office. I couldn't remember being in his office in my year and a half in college.

Professor Collins was leaning back in his chair, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show off forearms that had no business being that attractive. His tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone, and he looked effortlessly relaxed--like he was on a break.

Also, when the hell did he get this freaking hot?

He'd always been good-looking, sure, but now? Now, I wanted to rip that shirt off him and let him do all sorts of questionable things to me.

I swallowed, trying to get rid of the thoughts in my head. This was probably what happened when you slept with too many men in one week; your brain turned to mush, filled with nothing but filthy, raunchy thoughts.

I wanted to fuck him. There. I said it.

His gaze moved up from the papers on his desk, locking onto me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes lingered for a moment--too long--before settling on my face.

"Final clearance, huh?" he said, leaning back further in his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Congratulations, Miss Rice. Guess that makes you officially done."

I smiled, moving closer to his desk. "Almost. I just need your signature."

His eyes dipped briefly, skimming over my legs. I cursed myself for choosing the short skirt this morning, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore the way his gaze made my skin feel like it was burning. Maybe actually wearing this skirt was a good idea.

He looked over the clearance form and then leaned back. "You'll need a departmental stamp on this. I'd sign it, but it won't mean much without that."

I tried not to roll my eyes. Of course, there had to be one more hurdle. "Where can I get it?"

He grabbed his phone and dialled a number. "No need to run around. My intern is on campus today. I'll have them bring it here."

He dialled a number, and after a brief conversation, he hung up. "They'll grab the stamp and be here in a few minutes," he said, leaning back again. "Guess you're stuck with me for a bit."

The words were innocent enough, but the way he said them, slow and deliberate, sent heat rushing to my cheeks.

"I'll wait then."

I perched on the edge of the chair in front of him, smoothing down my skirt. His eyes followed my every movement, and it felt like I was under a microscope.

"That's quite the outfit for a final clearance run," he said.

I crossed my legs, feeling his eyes follow the movement. "It's just a skirt," I said, lifting my chin.

"It's distracting," he shot back, his smirk widening. "You always did know how to get attention, June."

I scoffed. "I wasn't trying to get your attention."

He raised an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me."

It was obvious that Professor Collins wanted to fuck me as much as I did him, so that was a good thing so far. I needed to give him a little more push, something to make him want me even more.

I "accidentally" dropped my file, sending papers scattering across the floor. As I bent to pick them up, I could feel his gaze burning into me. My skirt slid higher, revealing just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

Perfect.

I spread my thighs slightly, letting him catch a glimpse of the bright red G-string hugging my skin.

When I was done, I took my seat gingerly, and when I looked back at him, I noticed that he'd been watching me this whole time. The look in his dark eyes told me all I needed to know.

This made my pussy grow hot. I felt my nipples starting to push against the material in my bra. They felt so hard and sensitive. I wondered if, under the desk, his cock was straining against his pants. The thought sent another rush of arousal through me, making me even wetter.

"Why don't you hand me the form so I could sign it first while we wait for the stamp to get here," he said.

I stood and walked around the desk, placing the form in front of him. Without hesitation, he rose to his feet, towering over me. I swallowed hard.

This was it.

His finger lifted my chin, and then--he kissed me.

At first, it was slow, controlled, as if he were testing the waters. But then, the restraint snapped. The kiss turned hungry, demanding. He bit down on my bottom lip, pulling me closer as his tongue wrestled mine.

Our lips moved in perfect sync, the heat between us building rapidly. I could already feel the ache pooling between my legs. Tilting my head, he ran his teeth along my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, and a moan escaped me.

Was he going to fuck me right here in his office? It felt so naughty and dirty.

"I've always wanted to do this since the first moment you walked into my class," he murmured against my lips.

His hands roamed down my back, gripping me tightly and pulling me flush against him. My breasts pressed into his firm chest, and I sucked in a breath as I felt the undeniable hardness of his cock pressing against my thighs.

Fuck. He was very hard.

This made me even wetter.

I reached for his shirt, untucking it in one swift motion. My hands slid underneath, fingertips trailing over the contours of his chest. His muscles tensed under my touch, and I smirked, feeling the effect I had on him.

My fingers traced down, finding his belt. Slowly, teasingly, I tugged at it, my eyes flicking up to meet his.

When I undid it, I dug my hand into his pants, and his hands moved lower to cup my ass. He squeezed hard, and I felt my cheeks part slightly, reminding me of my wetness as he pulled at me with fevered desire.

His lips found mine again, and we were kissing once more. His hand trailed down, cupping my breasts first and tearing a moan out of me before they slipped to the front of my skirt and pushed my thong to the side.

He slid his fingers through my wetness, making me moan as he found my clit and rubbed on my swollen bud. He pushed inside, and I felt his finger explore me, twisting and twirling. I opened my legs wider, begging him to go deeper, and he obliged, disappearing further inside me with a second finger that joined the first.

I was holding onto him for dear life because we were standing, and he was finger fucking me.

"Fuck, June. You feel so wet and ready for me."

His words alone were enough to push me closer to the edge, but when his thumb pressed against my clit and circled it, I knew I was done for. I released a strained moan.

"Have you always felt this way about your professor? Fantasizing about the day he fucks you in his office?"

Shit. I was trying to stretch out my orgasm as much as possible, but the way he talked, the way he touched me--he wasn't helping at all.

He spun me around so fast I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt the solid heat of him pressed against my back. His hand slid up, rough and possessive, finding my breast and squeezing firmly, which sent a quick shiver through my body. His thumb grazed over my already-sensitive nipple, the thin fabric of my bra doing nothing to help.

I felt his other hand under my skirt as he pulled my thong, practically tearing it off me, the pull from the fabric sending bolts of pleasure and pain through me. My thighs clenched involuntarily as a gasp escaped my lips. The torn lace slipped down my legs, forgotten, as his hand slid lower, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You're driving me insane," he growled, his voice low and rough.

We both moaned as we knew what was coming.

I was bent over the table, my skirt raised and pooled at my waist. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks and tickled my butthole a bit, eliciting a moan from me.

I felt him take out his cock from his pants, which he slip up and down my pussy. Slowly, he let himself inside me, causing my breath to hitch. He had to pause and push in again until he'd filled my pussy.

His hands came forward and held my hips, and then he started fucking me, slowly, easing himself deep inside me and stretching out my tight cunt. He pulled out and then pushed himself in again with a hard thrust, making me gasp from the force of the thrust and the pleasure that spread through me.

I could tell his breathing was ragged, but he was not going to rush this.

He pulled back and pushed back into me, and I felt every inch of him as he thrust into me. A shuddering moan escaped my lips as I adjusted to the feeling of his cock, my nails scraping against the edge of his desk for support.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dark and filled with desire. "You're taking all of me so perfectly. God, you're so fucking tight."

I whimpered, biting my lip to stifle a louder cry as he pulled out almost entirely before sliding back in, deeper this time. His pace was maddening, slow, and teasing, each thrust leaving me more desperate than the last.

I wanted him to go faster because going slow would only make me come quicker.

"Can you feel that?" he whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed my ear. "Anyone could walk in right now, June. Just push that door open and see you bent over my desk, letting me ruin you."

I gasped, the heat in his words sending a pulse of need straight to my core. "They won't," I panted, even if I didn't believe it.

"But they could," he said. "Maybe a student. Imagine them seeing you like this--completely at my mercy, begging me for more."

"I'm not--"

"You're not?" He thrust sharply, cutting off my protest with a strangled moan. "Because all I hear are those little sounds you're making, the way your body keeps pulling me back in. Tell me, June, would you stop if someone came in? Or would you let them watch?"

Oh, my God. I was so freaking close now. His grip tightened around my hips as his rhythm got quicker, each stroke making it impossible to think straight.

"You'd love it, wouldn't you?" he continued. "Being caught like this, letting them see how filthy you really are."

I rocked back this time as he fucked me, allowing him to control the pace but also wanting him to go even deeper. I could barely take in what was happening in my surroundings. The only thing I could think of was him deep inside me, slowly making me addicted to his cock.

His pace got brutal with time, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs. My hands gripped the desk for dear life, my knuckles white, and my legs trembling beneath me, unable to hold me upright for much longer.

With each thrust, he slapped against my ass as I lost my breath.

Now, he was really fucking me.

I could already feel myself building to a climax. He pounded into me so furiously that the desk I was bent over kept pushing forward from the force of his pounding and our combined weight.

His fingers tightened on my hips, and his voice was a low growl in my ear. "You're close to coming, aren't you?"

I could only let out a whimper because my brain was too jumbled from the pleasure of fucking him to function properly.

"I can feel you squeezing me tight. God, you're going to come all over my cock, aren't you?"

Another whimper escaped from my lips in response.

"Say it," he demanded, his hand sliding to my throat, pulling me up slightly. "Say you're going to come all over my cock."

"I--I'm close," I breathed, barely able to form the words. "Please... don't stop."

"Good girl," he groaned. "Come for me, June. Show me how much you love being fucked like this."

With those words and one final thrust, I felt my resolve crumble as I came all over his cock. He let out a guttural groan, filling me to the brim with his come.

But before the aftershocks could fully settle, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

"Professor? It's me."

"Fuck," Professor Collins exclaimed as he pulled out of me and quickly sat on his seat.

I didn't know what to do, so I scrambled underneath his desk.

"Come in," he called, his voice extremely calm.

The door creaked open, and I could see the intern's sneakers as they stepped into the room.

"Here's the stamp you needed, sir," they said.

"Thank you."

He sent the intern home for the day, but just as I was about to get up, a student walked into the office to talk to him.

The situation was almost hilarious--his pants were still undone, and his cock was out under the desk, completely hidden from view. The student had no clue.

Suddenly, the wildest idea popped in my head, and I smirked.

My hands moved to his pants, and I tenderly held his cock as I settled in between his legs. His body twitched in response.

In a matter of seconds I felt him grow in my hand, becoming thick, hard, and already leaking pre-come. He tried not to groan as he spoke to his student.

Lowering my head, I traced my tongue around the tip, teasing him before wrapping both hands around his length. Slowly, I took him deeper into my mouth, sliding down until he hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water.

I loved giving blowjobs, and I loved how his cock was thick and long.

I'd taken him as far as I could in my mouth, and there was still a good two inches between my mouth and the top of my stacked fists. It just went on to show how huge he was.

I moaned a bit, tasting him as he tried not to give himself away to his student.

I tried to be as quiet as possible, and I could tell that he was trying to keep a straight face.

The whole thing felt so naughty. Me under the desk, giving my professor a blowjob while another student was in the office.

My tongue swirled around the head of his cock, then I fell into a rhythm of licking, sucking and bobbing my head up and down.

I shouldn't be this turned on already. My nipples shouldn't be this hard, and my skin this sensitive. But I wanted him badly.

Finally, the student left his office, and he used that opportunity to look down at me.

"You're one mischievous girl, aren't you?" he groaned as his head lolled back from my ministrations.

"I wanted to know what you taste like," I murmured against his cock.

"Well then, taste me," he said as his hands sank into my hair, forcing himself deeper down my throat.

I gagged and choked on his cock, trying to accommodate the extra inches, but I didn't stop.

Instead, I made sure I took in all of him, his cock hitting my throat.

"Fuck, June," he groaned. "That feels so fucking good."

I looked up at him, and his eyes were closed, his head tipped back as he enjoyed me sucking his cock. I swept my tongue over the shaft of his cock as his fingers squeezed my hair, the pain and pleasure from the pull rushing through me.

I loved having someone who craved control like him under my mercy. It made me feel so good to know that just my mouth and tongue were doing this to him and eliciting this much pleasure for him.

I increased my pace, bopping my head faster as I went, my hands moving up and down his shaft, and soon, he was shaking as he emptied his come into my mouth.

I licked it all up, not leaving a single trace behind.

"You've been a naughty girl, and you need to be punished," he said, pulling me to him and turning me around.

He grabbed my free arm, bringing it together with the one he was already holding, pinning both behind my back. With firm pressure, he pushed me forward at the hips, bending me until my chest was pressed against the cold wooden desk.

He lifted my skirt again, and this time, with no thong in the way, he had full access to my dripping pussy.

He squeezed and spanked my ass a couple of times, sending bolts of pain and pleasure throughout my entire body.

"You are a very naughty girl for sucking my dick in front of a student," he said, the authority in his voice making me feel like I was back in his classroom.

"You need to be punished," he said. "Do you agree?"

I swallowed and nodded quickly.

His hand landed hard on my butt cheek, and the pain shot through me.

"Fuck!" I screamed before I could stop myself.

"You need to be silent. We don't want anyone coming in here and seeing us now, do we?"

I swallowed and shook my head. I could barely think with the amount of pain I was feeling. Before I could even get myself back, his hand landed on my butt again, and a sharp pain followed instantly.

This time, I didn't shout out loud. Instead, I took the pain like a champ.

Even with the pain, my pussy was throbbing, and I wanted his cock in me so badly.

He hit me again, and that fuelled my passion even more.

He pulled away from me for a bit, went to the door, locked it, and came back to me.

We were locked in, meaning that we could do anything we wanted to without the fear of someone barging into the office.

I quickly proceeded to undo the buttons of his shirt, which I slid off his shoulders. My eyes roamed over his muscular chest, taking in every inch of him.

His shirtless torso was just as hot and gorgeous as I'd imagined.

I began removing his pants next, taking my sweet time to pull it down his legs as his cock jutted out from within it.

Finally, he was standing before me naked, looking gorgeous and hard.

"My turn," he said as he began taking off my top and my skirt.

When he was done, we were both standing in his office completely naked.

I wondered if the college had security cameras in offices and if someone was behind one of these cameras watching us.

Before I could dwell on that thought, his hand found my breast, fingers teasing my nipple. He started gently, then squeezed harder, sending a shiver through me. A gasp escaped my lips, followed by a moan as I threw my head back, lost in the sensation.

He pulled my body closer to him as he leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at it with his teeth as my pussy throbbed from the sensation of his mouth on my breast. He bit down harder at the nipple, and I winced from pain.

He moved to my other breast, sucking and teasing my nipple just like before, even though the first one still felt sore.

His thick, hard cock pressed against my stomach, and all I could think about was having him inside me. I needed him now.

He let my breast slide from his mouth, but before he could move again, I dropped to my knees and took his cock completely in my mouth.

We were both fighting for a shred of control, and I wondered who would win this fight.

I took all of his cock into my mouth, sucking and slurping as my other hand played with his balls. He moaned loudly, digging his hands into my hair and pushing me deeper into his cock.

I could taste his precome on my tongue, but I didn't want to let him orgasm yet. I intended to stretch out his orgasm for as long as I could.

I used my tongue to leave a saliva-like trail all around the head and shaft of his cock. He was standing on his tiptoes now as I sucked with so much pressure.

Slowly, he began to move in and out of my mouth, thrusting. His cock was big enough, and with each thrust from him, it hit the back of my throat. I was trying all I could to activate my gag reflex and not end up puking all over his cock.

My pussy was throbbing uncontrollably, and I needed to touch myself. If I didn't, I would go insane with lust. I opened my legs wider and dipped my fingers in between my pussy folds, feeling the wetness ooze from my cunt.

Professor Collins was still fucking my face while I rubbed my thumb on my clit and slid two fingers into my wetness. I pumped into myself, moaning into his cock as I sucked.

He was so close, but I didn't want him to come, so I pulled away from his cock. His dark eyes stared me down.

"So, that's how it is now?"

He pulled me to my feet before I could even comprehend his question or provide him an answer. He pushed away all the papers, files, and folders from his desk, and pushed me down so my back was flat on the desk.

Spreading my legs apart, he knelt in between them and attacked my pussy with his tongue, licking and slurping with wet, squishy sounds. His tongue felt so good going in and out of my opening as his thumb found my clit, pinching and pulling.

He focused on my swollen clit, licking and sucking until my cries of pleasure filled the entire office space. With the way everything was going, I was certain that someone could hear me from outside the office.

"Don't stop. Please!" I begged when I could find my voice.

I was dripping all over his face, but I didn't care. My back arched as he kept slurping and sucking, and then I finally came with a full-body shudder.

My orgasm was intense, and I was instantly weak after. I thought Professor Collins would give me time to recuperate, but that was not the case.

After my low trembling died down, he licked my very sensitive clit again.

"Please, no more!" I begged.

But he ignored me as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. I was wet again already, my body ready to take on whatever he was dishing out.

He kept his mouth on my clit as he worked beneath me. He pushed his fingers in and then out of me without stopping.

He kept going in and out and then thrusting faster and faster until another orgasm was building again. I never knew it was possible to have this many orgasms back to back until this very moment.

Soon enough, I screamed as I drenched his face and fingers with my come.

"I want you to fuck me," I begged him, pushing my hips up to him.

He grabbed his cock and moved it in between my legs, rubbing it against my wetness and my clit. I watched him, our eyes locked on his cock and my pussy as he pushed it into me.

He pulled his cock out, and I could see that it was completely covered in my juices, and he pushed it in again. He kept pushing. I felt myself stretch under him as he moved forward, the ache reaching up my throat till I moaned with pleasure.

I didn't care that I was loud or that students behind the office door could hear what was going on. I barely cared about anything, and neither did Professor Collins. He didn't seem like he minded losing his job over my pussy, and somehow that made me feel special.

He wanted to fuck me so bad that he was willing to put years of professional teaching on the line to have a taste of my pussy.

That was hot if you asked me.

He was completely inside me now, buried to the hilt.

He leaned down and kissed me as he slowly pushed in and out of me. Then his movements grew faster, more intense. He pumped inside me furiously. He had taken his time, enjoyed me, controlled me, but now he was taking me completely.

I felt the air being pushed out of my lungs as each thrust rattled me. He pushed me deeper into the desk, and I wondered how he knew how to fuck this good.

He pressed a hand to my clit, rubbing as he fucked me into the desk, the wooden desk making creaking noises from holding both our weights.

A part of me was a bit scared that it was going to give up and crumble underneath our weight.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling my feet come into contact with his ass. I pulled him closer as he got deeper into my pussy.

His lips found my nipple as he sucked, still pounding into my pussy without stopping.

"Fuck! Your pussy is so good, June," he groaned into my ear.

"Then show me!" I moaned.

And that was all it took for him to lose any iota of self-control he had left as he pushed deeper into me, pounding and fucking me without mercy.

"I'm going to stretch out your tight ass pussy," he moaned, pounding harder with each word.

"Yes!" I gasped, breathless. "Do it! I want to feel you in my stomach."

And I did. I could feel his cock hitting all the right walls and stretching me out.

This was probably one of the best sex I'd ever had, and I didn't want him to stop even for a minute. He wrapped his hand around my neck, kissing me as he kept thrusting.

I was nearing the edge now. I could feel it as my body grew weak.

My muscles were contracting around him, squeezing him like he had squeezed my neck. My legs pulled down on him, pulling him even deeper inside me. He had no escape. He had no control.

My body was in control now as its orgasm approached. I gripped him tighter and tighter, holding him in place, his cock buried within me. Suddenly, I felt it rushing through me in torrents. My orgasm.

He twitched above me, and I could tell he was coming, too. I held him trapped within me as I rode my orgasm selfishly. My pussy filled with fire as I came, and I gave him no choice but to scream out as he exploded too. We came together, our juices mixing.

After we were done, we paused a bit to catch our breaths before getting dressed.

I adjusted my skirt and straightened my blouse, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Professor Collins leaned back in his chair, trying to catch his breath.

Without a word, he reached for the stamp, pressing it firmly onto my clearance form before sliding it across the desk to me.

"All done," he said, his voice calm, though his eyes betrayed the heat of everything we had just shared.

I picked up the form. "Thank you," I said simply.

He leaned back in his chair, watching me as I headed for the door. "Good luck out there, June," he said.

I smiled at him before walking out of the office. It was sad that this was the last time our paths would ever cross for a while, but at least it was memorable.

I couldn't wait for the next adventure I'd have before I became a wife and a viscountess, and the thought of it made my entire body tingle with excitement.