Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Erotica Stories

PROFESSOR LITTLE SLUT (4)

sienna's pov

My phone buzzed in my pocket during the afternoon lecture, pulling me out of my daze. I'd spent the whole day feeling their eyes avoid me, Professor Marcus and Jeff, both acting like I was invisible. In the hallway between classes, Marcus had brushed past without a glance, his broad shoulders tense.

Jeff, that smug bastard, hadn't even smirked when our paths crossed in the staff lounge. It burned, the cold shoulder after what we'd done before.

My p***y throbbed just thinking about it, wet and needy, but they ignored me like I was nothing.

Then the text hit: "Faculty meeting room. Now. Don't make me wait, slut." It was from an unknown number, but I knew. Aggressive, pissed-off tone. My heart raced as I slipped out of the building, the campus buzzing with students oblivious to the filth I craved.

The faculty meeting room was on the second floor of the admin building, a sterile space with a massive oak table that could seat twenty, surrounded by high-backed chairs. Echoes bounced off the paneled walls, the kind of place where important decisions got made not where a 23-year-old like me got railed.

I pushed the door open, the hinges creaking softly, and stepped inside. The air was cool, smelling faintly of coffee and old books from the adjacent library.

There they were: Marcus lounging in a chair at the head of the table, his muscular arms crossed, face hard. Jeff stood by the window, staring out at the quad where students milled about. Neither looked at me. Tension hung thick, the silence echoing louder than any shout.

‘What the f**k is this?” I said, my voice small at first, but the door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in. Still, they ignored me.

Marcus's jaw clenched, his dark eyes fixed on the table. Jeff turned slowly, his thick frame filling the space, but his gaze slid past me like I wasn't there.

My n*****s hardened under my thin blouse, the ache between my legs growing. I needed this— the taboo rush, the risk of someone walking in. “You text me like that and now you pretend I'm not here?”

Jeff's lips curled into a sneer finally, but he didn't speak. He stepped closer, his cologne hitting me sharp, masculine. Marcus shifted, uncrossing his arms, but his stare stayed cold.

The ignoring made my skin prickle, my tight body flushing hot. I was their slut, craving the rough public f**k, the eyes on me while I got destroyed.

“Say something, assholes,” I whispered, stepping toward the table, my skirt riding up my thighs.

That's when Jeff lunged. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back hard.

“Shut your mouth, you little w***e,” he growled, his voice low and rough, echoing off the walls. Pain shot through my scalp, but it made my p***y clench, juices soaking my panties.

He spun me around, slamming my hips against the edge of the big table. The wood dug into my stomach, cold and unyielding. Marcus watched from his chair, his hand already drifting to his crotch, rubbing the bulge there through his slacks. His eyes locked on me, finally hungry, dominant.

Jeff didn't waste time. His fingers hooked into my blouse, ripping it open with a sharp tear. Buttons popped, scattering across the floor.

My t**s bounced free, no bra to hold them full, perky, n*****s stiff as rocks.

“Look at these f*****g t**s,” Jeff snarled, squeezing one hard, twisting the n****e until I gasped. The sound echoed, too loud in the empty room. Anyone could hear, could walk in from the hallway. That fear twisted with excitement, my c**t throbbing.

“You've been teasing us all day, haven't you? Strutting around like a needy bitch.” I moaned, arching back against him.

“Yes... f**k, yes. I need it rough.” His free hand shoved my skirt up, bunching it at my waist, then yanked my panties down my thighs.

The fabric ripped slightly, cool air hitting my dripping p***y. I was soaked, lips swollen and slick. Jeff's fingers plunged in without warning two thick ones, stretching me, pumping hard.

“Goddamn, this cunt's always ready,” he grunted, the wet squelch filling the room. Marcus unzipped his pants now, pulling out his c**k thick, veined, already leaking pre-c*m. He stroked it slowly, base to tip, his eyes glued to where Jeff's fingers f****d me.

“Watch her drip, Marcus,” Jeff said, voice aggressive, pulling his fingers out to slap my ass hard. The smack echoed like a gunshot, my cheek burning red. I cried out, pushing back for more.

“This slut's p***y is weeping for cock.” He fumbled with his belt, his thick d**k springing free longer than Marcus's, veins pulsing. He didn't ease in; he rammed forward, burying himself balls-deep in one brutal thrust. My walls stretched around him, the burn mixing with pleasure as he bottomed out, hitting my cervix.

“Ohhhh…Fuck!” I screamed, the word bouncing off the walls.

My hands gripped the table edge, knuckles white. Jeff's hips snapped forward, pounding me relentlessly, his balls slapping my c**t with each drive.

The table creaked under us, rocking slightly. Sweat beaded on my skin, the risk making it hotter doors unlocked, voices faint in the hall outside. Marcus jerked faster now, his fist pumping his c**k openly, grunts low in his throat.

“That's it, f**k her harder,” he commanded, voice gravelly. “Make that tight p***y cum.”

Jeff obliged, gripping my hips bruisingly, yanking me back onto his d**k. Each thrust was savage, his c**k dragging along my inner walls, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“You like getting f****d in here, don't you? Where anyone could catch you bent over like a w***e?” he taunted, leaning over me, breath hot on my neck. I nodded frantically, moans spilling out loud, uncontrolled.

“Yes... oh god, f**k me, Jeff. Deeper.” My t**s swayed with the force, n*****s scraping the table. Juices ran down my thighs, puddling on the floor.

Marcus stood then, moving closer, his chair scraping loud. He positioned himself at the side, c**k in hand, stroking furiously as he watched Jeff's thick shaft piston in and out of my cunt.

“Look at that sloppy hole,” he muttered, eyes dark with lust. Pre-c*m dripped from his tip onto the table.

“Spread her wider, Jeff. Let me see that cream coat your cock.’Jeff's hands forced my legs apart, my panties tangled at my ankles. He spread my ass cheeks, exposing everything, my asshole winking, p***y lips stretched thin around his d**k.

I was on display, f****d publicly in this forbidden room, watched by my professor while another railed me.

“Watch me c*m on her,”Jeff growled, pace brutal now, sweat dripping from his brow. His c**k swelled inside me, veins rubbing raw against my sensitive walls.

I clenched around him, chasing my own release, the echoes of our skin slapping amplifying the thrill. “You're gonna flood this p***y, aren't you?”Marcus urged, his strokes matching Jeff's rhythm, fist tight on his d**k.

Jeff's grip tightened, nails digging into my flesh.

“f**k yes…. take it, you dirty slut.” He slammed in deep, holding there as he erupted, hot c*m jetting against my depths. Pulse after pulse filled me, overflowing, trickling down my legs.

The sensation pushed me over, my orgasm crashed, walls milking him dry, screams tearing from my throat.

“Cumming... f**k, I'm cumming!” The room spun, body shaking, the fear of interruption making it sharper, dirtier.

But he didn't stop. Jeff pulled out halfway, then thrust back in, churning his load into a frothy mess. c*m squelched out with each pump, dripping onto the carpet. Marcus groaned, close now, his cockhead purple and slick.

“Don't stop f*****g her. I want to see her ass next.” Jeff laughed darkly, pulling out fully, his d**k shiny with our mixed fluids. He flipped me onto my back on the table, legs splayed wide, my skirt a rumpled mess. My p***y gaped, c*m leaking out, exposed to both their stares.

“Your turn to watch up close,” Jeff said, shoving my knees to my chest. Marcus leaned in, breath ragged, jerking inches from my face.

Jeff aligned his still-hard c**k with my asshole, no lube but the remnants from my p***y. He pushed in slow at first, the tight ring resisting, then popped past, stretching me wide. Pain bloomed, morphing to filthy pleasure as he sank deeper.

“Tight little ass... f**k, Sienna, you take it like a pro.”

I whimpered, fingers clawing the table, the burn intense but addictive. Marcus's free hand reached out, finally touching— pinching my n****e hard while he stroked.

“Good girl. Let him wreck that hole while I c*m watching.” Jeff started thrusting, building speed, his balls slapping my ass.

The table groaned louder, threatening to give. Echoes of my moans, their grunts, the wet slide of c**k in ass, all too loud. Footsteps passed in the hall outside, pausing, then moving on. My heart hammered, p***y clenching empty, craving more.

“Fill her ass too,” Marcus ordered, his fist blurring on his c**k. Jeff pounded harder, the angle hitting new nerves, my body igniting again.

“You want that, slut? Both holes leaking our loads?' 'Yes... god, yes, breed me,” I begged, voice barely a whisper. Marcus tensed first, ropes of c*m shooting out, splattering my t**s, my neck, hot and sticky.

“Fuck... take it,” he rasped, milking every drop.

Jeff followed seconds later, burying deep in my ass, flooding me with another load. The warmth spread, overflowing as he kept thrusting through it. I shattered again, no touch needed, the fullness, the watching eyes, the risk pushing me to squirt, juices arcing onto the table.

We collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, but the door handle rattled suddenly someone outside. Jeff clamped a hand over my mouth, still buried in me, Marcus zipping up quick. The tension spiked, my body trembling with aftershocks and fresh fear. Who was it? Would they come in?

The handle turned slightly, then stopped. Voices murmured outside, fading. Jeff slid out slowly, c*m oozing from both holes, pooling beneath me. Marcus smirked, wiping his hand on my thigh.

“Not done yet, Sienna. Clean up and wait…. You're now our student whore.” My p***y twitched at the promise.