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I sighed a little as I listened to the panting of the boy currently bracing over me while he recovered in his post orgasm haze. Not needing to do the same, since he hadn’t gotten me off, I rolled my eyes and shifted.
“That was great.” He muttered as he straightened, letting me move away from him. I turned around and looked at him, watching as he discarded the condom into the trash can. When he turned back to me, he was looking very proud of himself.
Barely restraining rolling my eyes a second time, I gave a fake smile. “Yeah, sure. Look, we better go. It’s almost curfew and we don’t need to get caught.”
“Right.” I watched as he straightened his clothes before he eyed me where I was sitting. “Do you maybe want to go together to Ridgedover next weekend?”
Staring at him in surprise, I shook my head. “Uh. No. I’d rather not. You should go.”
His face fell, almost comically, as he turned away and trudged out of the deserted classroom. I remained sitting where I was for a moment, waiting until he got far enough away that it wouldn’t be potentially suspicious once I followed him.
Honestly , I thought with a shake of my head, the fact he thought I wanted to see him again?
I couldn’t even remember his name. He was just the last in a long line of boys I’d let fuck me over the past year. I didn’t know who I pissed off in a past life, but apparently, they cursed me with an insane sex drive that couldn’t ever seem to be satisfied. No matter how many people I fucked, it never seemed to be quenched. Never mind that most of them couldn’t even get close to getting me off. I was really the only one who could, and those were weak and did nothing.
Which is why I kept trying to scratch that itch with partners. But there seemed to be no end in sight for the feeling inside of me. It was ridiculous, really, and I couldn’t stop wondering why I was like this.
Sighing, checking my watch, I figured it had been enough time now for me to make my way to my dorm. Standing, I fixed my underwear, tugged my skirt back into place, and began retying my tie as I turned down the hallway heading to my dorm.
It was 15 minutes to curfew, plenty of time for me to make the walk across campus, so I didn’t rush. After all, that would probably draw more attention than if I just walked slowly back. Just as I finished the knot on my tie, I heard someone calling my name from behind and my stomach sank to my knees.
Turning around, I watched Professor Morrow stride up to me. Unlike most of the students, I didn’t fear Morrow. He was a tough professor, a bit of an asshole, but I had a great respect for his intelligence and his talent. He taught advanced computer science and programming for years 6 and 7. I had a class with him last year and two with them this year. But aside from class, we really didn’t interact.
His dark eyes swept over me. Inspecting me critically, before his eyes snapped back up to mine. I could have sworn I saw his nostrils flare the slightest bit, as if he was trying to scent me.
“Good evening, Professor Morrow.” I said respectfully.
“It is perilously close to curfew, Miss Franks. What have you been doing?”
His eyes seemed to bore into me, like he was trying to read my very soul. Shifting on my feet, I lifted a shoulder. “I know. I was just out for a walk and lost track of time. It’s probably the last pleasant night of the season, I wanted to enjoy it some. I’m on my way back to my dorm now, sir.”
Professor Morrow’s dark eyebrow arched high. “Just going for a walk, were you? Are you sure you weren’t breaking any school rules?”
“Absolutely, sir. I’m sure you know I’m not one to break rules.” I lied easily. Widening my eyes in a way I hoped made me look innocent.
He snorted softly, shaking his head and giving me a look that seemed almost disappointed. “Miss Franks, your—partner for the evening was not nearly as skilled at lying as you seem to be.”
My cheeks heated as I dropped my gaze away from his and he continued, “And, being the excellent student you say you are, I’m sure that you know that sexual relations between students on campus grounds is against the rules.”
I looked back up, to defend myself, but he held up a finger, silencing me. “Come with me, Miss Franks. We will discuss your punishment in my office.”
Swallowing thickly, I dropped my gaze and followed Professor Morrow through the halls in the opposite direction of my dorm. I hoped it was just going to be a lecture or something like that. I really didn’t want something that went into my permanent file. Perhaps it was a silly thing to be worried about, but I was proud of the fact that I was a student who was never in trouble.
Aside from the whole sex thing, I followed all the rules. The only reason I didn’t follow this one was because it was archaic and there was an itch inside of me I was desperate to scratch. Professor Morrow said nothing the entire way to his office. He held the door open and waited for me to enter the dim room before he followed and shut the door at his back.
He remained by the door as I stopped in front of his desk and turned to look at him. His hands tucked into his suit pants; his eyes narrowed as he studied me. I stood there, shifting slightly on my feet as I waited to hear what my punishment would be.
The silence seemed to lengthen and get heavier. Unable to take it anymore, I started to defend myself. “Sir, I don’t mean to contradict you but—”
“Be silent, girl.” His voice was a low silky hiss, and I immediately stopped talking. Professor Morrow had never been someone who needed to raise his voice to gain control of a situation. His mere aura seemed to do that.
My head tilted up to meet his eyes as he stepped closer. He was at least a head taller than me, and I wasn’t exactly short.
“I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the year, Miss Franks, and to say that I am disappointed with your behavior is an understatement.” His voice was still low and quiet.
“My behavior, sir?”
His eyes swept over me, stopping at my mouth before meeting my eyes once more. “You’ve been quite the little slut this year.”
Heat flooded my face as my eyes widened in actual surprise this time. “Ex—excuse me, sir?”
Professor Morrow tsked as he shook his head. “I’m disappointed in you, Miss Franks. That a girl as intelligent as you thought these boys could satisfy you?”
There was a sneer in the way he said boys. My eyes dropped to the ground, shame flaring inside of me. Silence descended on the room once more and after several long minutes, I looked up at him through my lashes. He was stroking a long, thin finger over his bottom lip as he seemed to consider me.
“What kind of punishment do you think your behavior deserves?” He asked suddenly.
Blinking in surprise, my head jerked up, meeting his eyes. They seemed to have turned nearly black and glinted dangerously in the low light. Swallowing thickly, I said, “I don’t know, sir.”
He tsked again and shook his head slowly. Then his finger lifted, and he spun it in a circle. “Turn around and face my desk, girl.”
“Sir?”
“Do it now,” his voice had taken on a dangerous, commanding edge. I turned around despite my confusion. Nerves were jumping hard and low in my stomach as I stood with my back to him.
“Place your hands on the desk. Palms flat and shoulder width apart.”
I looked over my shoulder at him. He was still standing a few feet behind me, his finger tapping against his lip. “Professor?”
“I said be silent, girl. And to turn around.”
My head snapped forward, heating flooding my body. My hands slapped down on the desk as he had instructed me to put them. Hearing the faint rustling sounds behind me, I almost looked back over my shoulder, but controlled the urge. Just the slightest bit of fear was leaking into my stomach with the nerves.
In a voice that seemed impossibly lower and silkier than before as he murmured, “You see, Miss Franks, I’m going to need to punish you for your indiscretions and then I apparently need to teach you the very important lesson that no boy will ever be able to satisfy you. No. What that eager little pussy needs—is a man.”
Trembling, I couldn’t deny the rush of lust that speared through me at his words. Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I kept myself still as I sensed him stepping closer behind me. “Now. Pull your panties down and your skirt up. Once that is done, lean over the desk, palms flat.”
Slowly, fingers shaking, I reached under my skirt and pushed my underwear down my legs. Bunching my skirt up to my waist, I placed my hands back on the desk and leaned forward, fully exposed to the cool air and gaze of my professor.
Long fingers brushed over the curve of my ass. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected contact, body jerking involuntarily. “Knowing how smart you are, I think you will learn the lesson well. But first, your punishment.”
“Sir?”
“Count out the strikes.”
Before I could fully process the command, he brought his large hand over the meat of my left cheek. The sting was immediate even as I jerked forward against the desk with another surprised gasp.
“ I said count,” Morrow growled.
“On—one.” It was a stutter, but I got it out seconds before his hand came down on the other side. The sting was huge, I let out another gasp, but this time I didn’t need to be reminded to count.
“Tw—two.”
His hand came down once more. “Three.” Again. “Four.” Again. “Five.” Every strike hit a new spot, covering the entirety of my ass and upper thighs until it felt like fire, and tears were streaming down my cheeks.
I could also feel arousal dripping down my thighs, every time his hand met my flesh I got wetter. He continued to spank me until I reached the count of 25, and then those long fingers rubbed roughly over my abused skin.
“Do you know why you got 25?” Morrow’s voice asked from above me.
I shook my head, tears continuing to fall down my cheeks. His fingers seemed to glide over the heat and I felt him leaning over my back, mouth brushing against my ear as he whispered, “That’s how many boys you’ve let touch what’s mine since you returned from summer break.”
Has it really been that many already ? Blinking, I registered the other part of his statement. “Yours? Sir?”
He leaned back up, and I heard more rustling as the fingers of one of his hands slid over my dripping folds. Slipping forward until he was stroking over my throbbing clit. Involuntarily, I felt myself clench around nothing as he rubbed his fingers over it.
“You see, Miss Franks, this slutty pussy of yours? It belongs to me.” He slapped his hand over my clit and a shudder ran through me as my eyes squeezed shut. He struck me that way, three more times, before his fingers went back to rubbing hard and firm over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Now it’s time for you to learn your lesson, Miss Franks.” Professor Morrow’s body curled over my back, and I felt it as his dick pressed hard against my ass as he shoved his fingers deep into my pussy and curled them against that sweet spot that no boy ever paid attention to.
There was heat growing deep inside me as his fingers continued to fuck me, the fabric covering his erection rubbing painfully over my abused skin. My legs started to tremble as the heat coiled tight. His free hand squeezed hard at the globe of my ass, adding pain to the mix as his thumb circled over my clit.
My nerves seemed to ignite all at once, my walls clenching tight around his fingers, my body arching up as I came with a wail. Morrow’s fingers continued to plunge deep into me, dragging the release out so that more tears squeezed out of my eyes. Panting, spent, I collapsed back down on the desk.
Morrow’s fingers disappeared. I heard the quiet rasp of a zipper before I felt the heat and length of him rubbing through my folds. Coating himself in my arousal, the head of his cock rubbing over my clit with each forward thrust. I had been aware of the potential size of him from the bulge that had pressed against me, but now, I was intimately aware of his size.
I moaned as his head continued to bump against my clit, my pussy clenching in anticipation as I realized he was significantly larger than any other person I had been with. The idea was both exciting and terrifying. He rubbed over me several more times before his hand fisted in my hair and he pulled back until he was lined up with my entrance.
There was no time for me to prepare before he snapped his hips forward with one brutal thrust. His hips slapped against my ass as he bottomed out and pain shot through me, curling with pleasure at the same time. It felt like he was literally splitting me in half. He gave me no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling back and plunging back inside with brutal ferocity.
Morrow’s long fingers twisted tight in my hair, his other hand digging hard into my hip as he slammed himself into me. The desk was dug into my stomach, the strength of his thrusts shoving me into it with each forward thrust.
“That’s right.” Morrow grunted out. Each word he said punctuated with a thrust that rammed against my cervix. “If you’re going to be a slut. You will be my slut .”
The pain was glorious, the pleasure curling with it so that it felt like there was a fire in my veins as he continued to slam into me. Yanking my head back by the hair, until I had arched back, unable to look at anything but his dark and hungry gaze.
“Say it.” He demanded.
“I—I—,” I stammered, not knowing what he wanted and feeling myself racing towards a new high as he continued to fuck hard into me.
“Whose slut are you?” He growled the question out.
“I—” I started to say, my eyes rolling back when he yanked hard on my hair. “Yours! I’m your slut.”
He grunted, shoving me back down flat against the desk as he plunged harder into me. It felt like everything had sharpened to a pinpoint before it exploded outward. Gray spots clouded my vision as I came, fluid spilling down my legs to soak into the tops of my socks as my body shuddered with the waves of pleasure.
Faintly, I heard the deep grunt of the man pinning me to the desk seconds before I felt his cock throb inside of me as he spurted, painting my walls with rope after rope of hot cum. Collapsing flat against the desktop, I lost all sense for several minutes as my body rocked with aftershocks.
When I finally came back to myself, I found I was in the same position as I had been earlier. Only this time it felt completely different. Instead of frustration, there was a new ache between my legs. I felt the slow drip of our combined fluids leaking back out of me around the slowly softening cock of my professor. He was still buried deep inside of me. He hadn’t bothered using a condom, and this was the first time anyone had come inside of me.
My brain engaged, a sense of embarrassment rising. What did I just do? I’d let my professor fuck me that’s what. I hadn’t even tried to protest any of what had just happened. He spanked me, fucked me, and gave me not only one of the best orgasms of my life, but several of them. My walls clenched as I thought about it, unable to stop the little licks of lust that flickered.
But this was wrong. On so many levels.
Morrow shifted the movement putting pressure on my ass so I winced at the pain. The absence I felt when he pulled out, coupled with the sudden rush of fluid sliding down my thighs made me blush. Standing up slowly, my legs feeling like jelly, I turned around to face Professor Morrow. He was tucking himself back into his pants, a look of heat and satisfaction on his face as he looked me over. I glanced around intending to find tissues to clean myself up.
“No.” The word barked out and my eyes snapped back to him. There was a smirk on his face as his eyes dropped to my legs. “You’re not allowed to clean yourself up. Not until tomorrow. You’re going to walk all the way back to your dorm, feeling it leak out of you.”
I opened my mouth, without knowing what I was going to even say. His eyebrow arched high. “If you disobey, I’ll know, and there will be consequences. Understood?”
Feeling my blush deepen, I nodded, tugging my skirt back into place. “Professor. Sir. May I, at least, put my underwear back on?”
A full grin spread across his face. “No, you may not. Now, get to bed. No dawdling.”
Eyes dropping, feeling extremely exposed without underwear and feeling his cum sliding down my thighs, I moved towards his office door. When my hand was on the knob, he called out once more. When I turned back, I couldn’t mistake the glint I saw in his eyes for anything other than hunger.
“Don’t forget that you’re my slut, girl. If you let anyone else touch you again, I won’t be as easy on you as I was tonight. Understood?”
My teeth scraped along my bottom lip as I felt saliva pooled in my mouth. Swallowing heavily, I nodded. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. Now go to bed.”
I hurried out of the office, praying that I wouldn’t come across any other professors, security, the matrons, or gods forbid the headmaster on my way.