Professor Harlan kept me after class on purpose. The lecture hall emptied fast, leaving just the two of us under the harsh fluorescent lights. I was 22, repeating the class for credit, and he knew exactly why I lingered.
"Lock the door," he said, voice low and flat. I did it without arguing. When I turned around he was already unbuckling his belt.
"Get over here."
I walked to his desk. He grabbed my hips and spun me around, bending me over the wooden surface. My skirt flipped up in one rough motion. He yanked my panties down to my knees and ran two fingers straight through my slit.
"Already wet. Figures."
He shoved those fingers inside me, pumping hard and fast, no warm-up. I bit my lip to stay quiet. The door was locked but the building wasnt empty.
"Spread your legs wider," he ordered. I did. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on my thigh, and freed his cock. It was thick and already leaking. He rubbed the head up and down my pussy a couple times, then drove in deep on the first thrust.
I gasped. He didnt stop. He fucked me in hard, steady strokes, hips slapping against my ass. Every thrust shoved the desk an inch forward. His hand clamped on the back of my neck, holding me down.
"You like getting used like this, dont you?" he muttered. "Little slut staying late for dick."
I nodded against the wood. He reached under me, found my clit, and rubbed it in tight circles while he kept pounding. My legs started shaking. He didnt slow down.
When I came I had to bite my own wrist to keep from moaning loud. My pussy clamped around him. He groaned once, pulled out, and shot thick ropes across my lower back and ass.
He wiped himself off with my ruined panties, then handed them back to me.
"Same time tomorrow," he said. "Dont wear underwear."
I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum cooling on my skin, and left the room with shaky legs. My next class started in twenty minutes. I already knew Id be back.
