After Class

I knew I shouldn't do it, felt the tug of my sensibilities pulling at my resolve, and yet my feet carried me forward - my brain and my body no longer working in tandem but opposing forces fighting for dominance.

My light footsteps echoed faintly in the expansive hallway of the third floor as I made my way towards his office. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in vivid shades of pink and mauve, the growing darkness a welcome shroud to cloak my intentions.

I checked each room as I passed it, the same sight greeting me every time - empty, locked and lights off. All except one, of course.

The light from his office spilled out into the hallway ahead of me, an inviting glow drawing me into its embrace.

I wouldn't back out this time, even as my conscience nagged at me to turn, to leave, to stop this before it went too far. It just wasn't enough.

I'd tried to resist coming here. I'd thought about it so many times before now, each time I'd managed to stop myself ending up here seemed to chip away another piece of whatever was holding me back until, finally, it had shattered.

I pressed on, determination and excitement causing my heart to race in my chest and I swallowed down the anticipation and nerves which threatened to unravel me.

I tugged at the hem of my skirt. The short, black, pleated material was swishing with a pleasant, tickling sensation against my bare thighs as I walked. I was wearing my knee-high black socks and had decided at the last minute to pull my panties off and tuck them into my bag before I'd made my way up here. The feeling of being so exposed in such a short skirt only excited me more, and I chewed on my lower lip - an attempt to temper my emotions as I drew closer to where he was working.

I knew he'd be staying late today, he always did on a Thursday, and apart from the cleaners who always started their shift on the ground floor, there wasn't another soul in the building. Just us two, together and alone at last.

I stepped into the small square of warm light on the floor, emanating from the small lamp he liked to work by after hours. The cosy, amber glow from the small window enveloped me as I lifted my hand, took a deep breath and knocked sharply on his door.

"Come in!" he called, and I turned the brass handle, fixing my face with a pleasant smile as I pushed the door open and stepped in to the small, warm space.

His blue eyes met mine and he grinned as I closed the door behind me with a loud click.

"You're here late," he commented, a quizzical tone to his words.

I'd planned for this moment; I knew he'd say something like that. I wasn't really one to drop in and get extra help, so I played it cool.

"Yeah, I just really needed to talk to you," I explained, casually flicking my long, blonde hair over my shoulder and setting my bag down on one of the empty armchairs opposite his desk.

"Ah, well, of course. My door's always open, metaphorically of course," he said with a slight chuckle. "The air that comes in from out there is freezing."

I smiled along with his mirth as I stood by the chair, intentionally not taking a seat as he gestured towards one of the plush armchairs.

"So, what's brought you here today?" he asked pleasantly.

This was it. This was the moment I'd prepared for. I wasn't backing out now and I felt the thrill of that decision curl down my spine, a tingle of anticipation warming between my thighs.

"I just wanted a little help with something," I started, the practiced words coming out far more confidently than I felt.

I swallowed noisily as my excitement and anxiety reached a dizzying crescendo and I turned to face my bag on the chair behind me, opening the clasp and flipping up the top so I could begin the ruse of hunting for some paperwork.

I began to rummage through the over-full bag as I continued speaking, "I had a few questions about last week's assignment," I said, making a show of flicking to and glancing through each piece of paper before moving on to the next one. "Let me just find..."

As my words trailed off, I bit my lip again, letting the nip of pain distract from the overwhelm of proceeding with this next, far more dangerous, part of my plan.

I continued to rummage, no longer paying any real attention to the contents of my bag.

As I busied my hands with the act of searching, I leant forwards, as if to get a better look inside it. As I leant farther forward, I felt the hem of my short skirt rising higher and higher until it was just below the generous curve of my round ass.

"Er...," I heard him start, but he stopped himself, and I grinned widely, thankful he couldn't see my roguish smirk. If he knew I was orchestrating this moment, it could ruin the whole thing.

The silence drew on.

He could say something, let me know I was showing off an indecent amount of my bare thighs, that I was just about to flash him my underwear - except, of course, that I wasn't wearing any.

He didn't, though.

I heard him shift in his seat as I continued my act, letting my skirt sway temptingly at the very top of my thighs for a moment, waiting to see if he would stop me.

After a few more moments of silence, I thrilled at the realization that he was going to let me continue and I took a deep breath before continuing my little game.

"Sorry, I'm sure it's here somewhere," I continued, pleased with how casual I sounded.

He didn't respond, and my wicked grin returned. 'Stunned into silence are we, Professor? Good' I thought.

I shifted my legs slightly wider apart as I readied for my next move.

"Bear with me," I said, as I shifted my hand deeper into my bag.

At that exact moment, I tilted myself forward even farther, feeling the hem of my skirt rise up with me until it rested high on my ass.

I felt the press of the air on my newly exposed skin as my ass and pussy were revealed to him, the spread of my legs allowing him to see as much of me as could reasonably be played off as an accident, but still far more than he should be seeing of me.

I was wet and glistening; I could feel it. The excitement of my brazen actions was turning me on so much, and I could feel the slickness of my pussy and inner thighs.

I forced back a groan at the feel of his eyes on me in this lewd and vulnerable way.

I heard him take in a sharp breath at the sight of me, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. He shifted in his chair again, and the silence between us grew taut and heated.

Feeling emboldened by his silence, I held my position and turned my head to peer over my shoulder at him. He was leaning forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees and a hand covering his mouth as he looked at me with a serious expression on his face.

"What are you...," he started, but let the words trail off as I held his gaze, dragging his hand across his mouth, down and across his stubbled jaw.

"Professor," I said, in a neutral yet seductive tone as I wet my lower lip, gently tracing my tongue over the plump flesh.

He didn't move, was strangely stoic in this moment - all except for his eyes, which were flitting between mine and the place where my skirt had ridden up oh so very high.

My nipples began to tighten as I watched him waging a silent war with his desire and rationality. The look of tortured desperation he was giving me was enthralling, and I felt my pussy growing wetter as my nipples hardened to stiff, aching peaks.

As I stayed bent over at the waist, with my head turned to face him, I made my next move.

I lifted one leg onto the cushioned seat of the plush chair. Watching his eyes snap to my thighs, I snaked my hand slowly between my legs, my heart hammering with excitement.

I took two of my fingers and spread the lips of my pussy wide open, giving him a clear view of how wet I was for him, how much I needed him.

My desire for him was a raging inferno steadily devouring me since I first started his class just four months ago. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't stop touching myself at the thought of him fucking me. Picturing myself getting on my knees under his big, mahogany desk and sucking him dry as he fisted my hair and told me what a good, obedient girl I was.

"I can't get you off my mind, Professor," I said on an almost whisper, a pleading note to my words that I hoped would ensnare him.

I dragged my finger through the slick moisture gathering at my entrance and traced it up to the puckered flesh of my ass, circling the hole there before slipping the tip of my index finger inside.

My legs twitched and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

"You can take me anywhere," I told him, desire causing my voice to come out throaty and needy, "please."

His eyes were fixed heatedly and unblinking on my finger as I worked it slowly in and out of my ass, the glistening moisture from my pussy gathering and slowly dripping onto the seat of the chair as I waited for whatever it was that he would do.

His actions came in a whirl of movement that shocked me.

He moved quickly, with frantic, darting motions. He pushed his chair back and stood, making his way over to where I knelt waiting for him. He didn't utter a word as he unbuckled his expensive-looking leather belt.

I couldn't fucking believe it. My plan had worked.

I watched him silently stride towards me across the small room as my adrenaline soared and my legs became shaky and unsteady beneath me. I used my free hand to grip the back of the chair firmly as he finally reached me, and my breath caught in my throat as his large, strong hand gripped my hip.

Neither of us uttered a word, but I continued to slowly finger-fuck my ass as he towered over me and, without warning, he dropped to his knees behind me, the heavy sound of him landing on the floor making me jump slightly.

I was about to speak, about to plead and beg and utter filthy, desperate words, but I didn't get the chance. Without preamble, he ran his thick, warm tongue from my clit up to my soaking wet entrance, pausing there to lick and suck my juices into his eager mouth.

I moaned loudly, the unexpected sensation causing my pussy to clench and throb. I moved to stop fingering my ass but his hand shot up and gripped my wrist in a firm, sturdy hold.

"Don't you dare stop doing that," he ordered, his voice deep and unfamiliar and tainted with lust.

I panted at his sudden harsh grip on my arm and my stomach flipped with excitement as I heeded his instructions, continuing to work my index finger in and out of my ass. The tight walls gripping my finger were hot and slick with the wetness from my pussy and I only had a moment to readjust before his tongue was on me again.

My other hand gripped the back of the armchair tightly and he held me in place with a firm grip of his strong arm on my hips as he devoured me.

His tongue flicked and circled over my clit before he sucked it into his mouth, moaning a deep groan from low in his throat as he feasted on my drenched and needy cunt.

"Yesss, oh my god!" I moaned out as he sucked firmly and squeezed the ample flesh of my round, exposed backside.

He only paused his expert assault on my clit to push his tongue inside me, pressing it in as deep as it would go and grunting with effort and pleasure.

He fucked me with his tongue, the wet sounds of the act so arousing and indecent, and I fucked my fingers in and out of my ass with rough, pounding thrusts, right in front of his ravenous stare, my legs starting to shake violently.

As he sucked over my clit again, he used his tongue to gently flick over the bud of nerves, and I began to shake as my orgasm began to crest.

"I'm going to cum, Professor," I all but screamed at him as I panted and gasped, his tongue working over me even faster at my words.

He didn't slow, didn't let up on me at all, gripping me tighter in his strong arms as my legs began to tremble.

With a mewling cry, I came all over his tongue, my harsh moans reverberating in the small space.

I could feel my walls clench around my finger as I held it still inside my ass whilst my orgasm blazed through me, waves of my climax causing me to buck in his hold, my release soaking his chin as he sucked and licked my clit determinedly until my body began to still once more.

I watched him as he sat back on his heels, admiring the mess he'd made of me.

"Such a responsive little cunt," he praised as he leant forward again and lapped up my cum from my folds, dipping his tongue back inside me as he feasted on every drop of me.

"More," I begged weakly, my eyes slipping closed as he teased over my sensitive pussy with his tongue.

I felt him stand as he finally finished tasting me and heard him finishing unbuckling his belt, lowering his zipper and freeing his cock as he stood behind me, seeing me spread and soaking on the chair before him.

"Keep that finger in that tight little arse of yours," he instructed, his voice firm, and I grew even wetter at his bold and dirty instructions.

I did as I was told, fucking the finger in and out of myself with even more eagerness, sliding it in as deep as I could and moaning as my body became accustomed to the fullness.

I felt him line the large, blunt tip of his cock up with my soaking hole as I fucked myself and, without warning, he gripped a strong arm around my waist, tugging me closer to him, before slamming his thick cock all the way inside me, to the hilt.

I screamed out my pleasure at the slight bite of pain.

He was so big, and I was tight and unprepared for so much of him inside me so quickly. I could feel his cock filling me up so completely that the impressive girth of his length squeezed against the finger in my ass through the barrier between my two passages, and the unusual sensation made my pussy clench tighter around him. The filthiness of what we were doing was driving me wild.

He grunted at the press of me on his cock, but he wasted no time.

He began fucking me brutally, thrusting in and out of me so hard that the chair began nudging across the floor with each of his thrusts until it was pressed and thudding against the wall.

Each pound of his big, hard dick into me caused screams of pleasure to tear from my throat, and I attempted to muffle the sounds, pressing my mouth into the fabric of the chair.

The sounds of his skin smacking into mine, our harmonious cries of pleasure and the lewd sound of just how wet my little pussy was as he plowed into it caused my skin to flush pink and hot with arousal and embarrassment.

"You wanted my cock so bad? Then fucking take it," he gritted out as he thrust into me so hard, I began to see stars.

He was so deep inside me, the position letting him push in as deep as he could go, his tip grinding against my cervix with each pound of his hips. and I cried out as he fucked me with a ruthlessness that was as shocking as it was incredible.

I could feel my pussy clenching and spasming around him as the waves of pleasure he was fucking me through caused my body to shudder. I was on the brink of another orgasm already.

"I'm cumming," I whimpered out, my voice high and feeble as I began to buck and thrash, him fucking me faster and harder until I was cumming all over his cock, squeezing and gripping it tightly as he destroyed me with each thrust.

I was barely able to hold myself up as I felt his thrusts become more and more erratic.

"Take your finger out," he instructed.

I was still twitching from my climax, barely able to understand what he meant, but as comprehension dawned, I slipped my finger out of my ass at his command.

As soon as it was free, he pulled himself out of my pussy, dragging my juices up with the head of his cock before using them to add more lubrication to the tightness of my ass.

He lined up with the small, puckered hole and pressed in hard, the attention I'd given the small entrance with my finger allowing him in with relative ease.

He pushed in deep, making me yelp and moan and shudder even more violently, as if I was cumming all over again.

He bent down to my ear and whispered something about how desperate for his cum I was, how he would give me exactly what I wanted and that I could walk back home with an ass full of his cum like a good little whore, but his delicious words were a jumble in my pleasure-addled mind.

I was completely lost to the sensations as he fucked my tight, plump ass with vicious, short thrusts.

It didn't take long before he was bellowing out a groan of his own and he pushed in as deeply as he could as I felt his cock stiffen and throb and pulse.

He unloaded every drop of his cum deep inside my ass, I could feel each pulse of it as it spurted inside me, my ass clenching around his throbbing cock as I milked him, so pleased he was filling me up with his load, and in my virgin ass no less.

I panted and whimpered for mercy and for more as he was grunting and calling me his good little slut as he continued to fuck my hole with short little thrusts until he was completely spent.

I collapsed onto the back of the chair, panting and sweating and lost in a haze of complete satisfaction.

He slipped his still hard cock out of my ass suddenly and gripped me around the waist to lift and turn me until I was sat in the chair facing him, dishevelled and still panting for breath as he towered over me.

"Clean me," he ordered, and in a daze, I licked and sucked every inch of his slowly softening cock. I could taste every flavour, the sweet musk of my pussy, the saltiness of his cum and the illicit flavour of the depths of my ass.

I closed my eyes and hummed with delight as I licked him clean.

As I licked and sucked, he stroked my hair and watched me with an intense expression on his face, and I kept my eyes on his as my tongue worked over him.

As soon as I was done, he stood back from me, tucking himself away and redressing himself and making his way back to the chair behind his desk.

He settled himself there, comfortably and totally at ease as if he hadn't just fucked the life out of me in his office.

As he meticulously buckled up his belt, he seemed to be fighting a smirk and I watched him, confused, as he picked up his pen once again and began continuing the work he was doing before I had interrupted him.

"If that was all, you may leave," he said, his voice measured, his eyes not lifting from his desk as he spoke.

I felt a pang of shame at his harsh words and my cheeks burned as I stood.

I pulled my skirt down and hurriedly picked up my bag from behind me before hurrying to the door, feeling a flood of hurt and confusion as I tried to make sense of the sudden change in him.

I pulled the handle, feeling the sting of tears prickling my eyes as I made my way to leave.

Just as I was about to step out into the cold, dark air of the corridor, his deep, seductive voice came from the small room behind me.

"You'll need to come back tomorrow. We have so much more to cover. Same time. Don't be late."

My smile returned, wide and triumphant.

"As you wish, Professor."