Dorm Room Deviants: Pt. 04

"Extra Credit"

Nia sat in the front row; hoodie on, thighs bare under the desk, legs crossed like she wasn't soaked underneath.

It was exam day. A 200-level lecture hall.

Thirty other college students scribbled away in silence, filling in bubbles, flipping pages. The only sound was paper rustling and the ticking of the wall clock.

No panties, of course.

She never wore them on test days.

She liked the way the cool air made her wetter.

She liked the way Jace smirked from a few rows behind her.

But most of all?

She liked knowing who was watching her.

Today, it wasn't just Jace.

It was Professor Leighton.

He stood at the podium, arms crossed, eyes sweeping the room. He'd heard the whispers about the girl who got fucked in the library, in the stairwell, even bent over a desk during office hours. He didn't believe it at first. Not until he saw the way Nia shifted in her seat, the way her fingers toyed with the edge of her hoodie. The way she smiled up at him whenever he caught her gaze.

She was a legend.

And he wanted a turn.

He stepped away from the podium, papers in hand, and called out casually:

"Miss Nia. Can you come up front?"

Her pen paused. A few students glanced up, but no one was surprised. No one said a word. Everyone on campus knew Nia wasn't just a student. She was a willing, open toy for the right hands. And Professor Leighton had big hands.

She stood up slowly, hips swaying as she walked toward the board. Her hoodie covered just enough. But when she reached the front, he leaned down and whispered:

"I've heard about you, Nia. And you're not shy, are you?"

She smiled.

"Not even a little, Professor."

He motioned to the desk. "Hands flat. Bend over."

She did... immediately.

The room stayed mostly silent. Pens kept moving. One girl yawned. But two boys in the back stared. Hard.

Professor Leighton stepped behind Nia and slowly lifted her hoodie, revealing her thick ass, already glistening between the thighs.

"You came to class like this?" he asked, sliding his fingers between her legs.

"Always," she whispered.

He slipped two fingers inside her.

Already soaked.

Nia bit her lip as the wet sound echoed through the room. One of the boys in back small, quiet, nerdy adjusted himself under the desk. His eyes didn't move.

The professor smiled. "You're more than ready."

He undid his belt.

Slid his cock out.

And thrust into her in one smooth motion.

Nia gasped not in shock, but in relief.

She loved this. She needed this.

To be filled. Fucked. Watched.

The professor gripped her hips, thrusting slow at first, then harder, each stroke pressing her deeper into the desk. Her tits bounced under the hoodie. She looked out at the room -- eyes meeting one of the boys still staring, mouth open, hand now clearly stroking beneath the desk.

She moaned, loud enough to echo.

Another student glanced over, but only smirked. Everyone knew what this was.

"Professor," the nerdy boy finally called out, voice shaky, "Can... can I help?"

Nia's head snapped up, eyes wide, smiling. "Yes," she said. "Please."

Leighton didn't stop. Just nodded.

The boy stood up, unzipped, walked slowly down the aisle like it was his turn in a group presentation.

He stood in front of Nia and she opened her mouth without question.

She took his cock deep messy, sloppy, tears forming at the corners of her eyes while the professor kept pounding her from behind.

Double used.

Double watched.

And she loved every second.

Her moans were muffled now, mouth full, pussy stretched, thighs shaking.

When she came, it hit like a wave... trembling, twitching, leaking around the professor's thick cock.

He groaned. "Gonna fill you, Nia."

She nodded, mouth still full.

"Please, cum in me."

And he did.

Deep. Long. Hot. Sticky.

The nerdy boy wasn't far behind; moaning as he came in her mouth, Nia swallowing every drop, licking her lips like dessert.

When it was done, the professor tucked himself away and looked at the clock.

"Back to your seat, Nia. Time's almost up."

She stood, thighs glossy with slick and cum, hoodie back in place, lips swollen and shining.

And no one said a word.

Just another day on campus.

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"Campus Service Announcement"

Nia had barely unpacked her books when the campus newsletter dropped.

"CSA welcomes Nia, 21, Sociology Major. Available for collaborative sessions with approved staff and select upperclassmen. Room 214. Must bring professionalism and stamina."

She laughed out loud when she read it.

The buzz started before her next class.

By the time she walked into the student center, eyes followed her like heat. Whispers spread. Curious glances. Hungry stares. Every step made her pulse throb harder. And she loved it.

She didn't shrink from the attention she swayed in it. And she loved it.

Her hoodie hung loose over her bare body as she made her way to Room 214 the designated CSA suite. It was warm inside, dim lights, soft cushions, and a discreet camera in the corner strictly for "documentation," of course.

Jace was already there, jeans unbuttoned, cock in hand, eyes locked on her curves like a starving man.

Cam sat nearby, hoodie up, thick thighs spread, already hard under his sweats.

Professor Leighton leaned against the wall with a clipboard, watching, waiting.

"You ready to serve?" he asked.

Nia dropped her bag and smiled. "Always."

She stripped ... slow. Her hoodie fell to the floor, revealing soft, glowing brown skin, wide hips, heavy tits that bounced with every step, and a slit already glistening with anticipation.

Cam stood first, grabbing her waist from behind, lips brushing her ear. "Get on your knees, baby girl."

She obeyed, thick ass resting on her heels, mouth wide open as Jace stepped forward and fed her his cock... thick, veiny, still tasting like last night.

She moaned as he slid down her throat, her spit running freely down her chin. Cam knelt behind her, pulled her thighs apart, and ran his fingers through her folds... already dripping, soaked from the thrill of being watched.

"So wet already?" Cam murmured.

"She was wet when she walked in," Leighton said with a smirk, scribbling notes. "Probably dripped on the floor."

Cam slid two fingers into her. Then three. Then his tongue followed... long, slow licks up her soaked slit as Jace held her head steady and fucked her throat.

Sloppy. Sticky. Filthy.

When Cam stood up, his cock replaced his tongue... thick and smooth, stretching her soaked pussy open. Nia choked around Jace's cock, back arched, her pussy clapping with every thrust from behind.

She was getting filled at both ends, and loving every second.

"God, yes," she moaned when Jace pulled out for air. "Fill me. Please. I need it."

Jace grabbed her tits, squeezing them tight mmm big, soft, perfect; while Cam grunted behind her, hips slapping, leaking down her thighs already.

She came first.

Shaking. Twitching. Her voice cracked, head thrown back as her pussy clenched and squirted around Cam's cock, soaking both their legs.

Cam groaned. "You're such a fucking mess."

Then he came... deep inside her, hot and heavy, his grip tightening as he emptied himself in long, slow pulses.

Jace wasn't far behind.

He jerked himself fast, stood over her face, and came all over her chest and tits, thick streaks landing across her breasts, her stomach, her lips.

"Open," he said.

She did. Tongue out.

One last spurt hit her tongue and she swallowed it, moaning like it was dessert.

But the scene wasn't over.

Professor Leighton finally stepped forward.

"On the table, Nia."

She climbed up, still covered in cum, body shining under the soft lights. He spread her legs and slid his cock in slowly... long, thick, intentional. Not fast. Just deep.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Make it stay in me all day."

He did.

He fucked her slow. Deep. Pressed up against her belly so she could feel every inch. Her body trembled again as she came a second time -- quieter now, more desperate, used and full and glowing.

When he finished, he didn't pull out.

He leaned down, kissed her neck, and whispered, "CSA reports are due weekly. I expect to see you back here... often."

⸻

When she finally left Room 214, hoodie back on, thighs sticky, cum dripping with every step, no one stopped her.

A girl on the bench nodded.

Two guys stared in awe.

A janitor handed her a towel.

And she winked as she walked by.

Nia had become more than a legend.

She was the standard.