Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Erotica Stories

PROFESSOR LITTLE SLUT (1)

Sienna's pov

The classroom felt empty now that all the other students had shuffled out, their backpacks slung over shoulders and chatter fading down the hall. But I stayed behind, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, my thighs squeezed together under the desk to hide how soaked my panties were.

Professor Marcus was packing up his notes at the front, his broad shoulders straining against that crisp white shirt, and I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his pants. It was there, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric like it knew exactly what I wanted. I'd been wet all lecture, squirming in my seat every time he glanced my way, his deep voice making my p***y throb.

At 21, I was the ultimate college slut, craving my teacher's control, and today, after weeks of teasing looks and whispered hints, I was ready to beg for it right here in this public space where anyone could walk in.

I bit my lip, my tight body buzzing with need as I stood up slowly, my short skirt hugging my hips. My n*****s poked through my thin top, hard and aching, and I hoped he'd notice.

Marcus turned, his dark eyes locking onto mine, a smirk pulling at his lips. He was 35, all muscle and confidence, the kind of dominant professor who made girls like me drip just by existing.

“Sienna,” he said, his voice low and rough, 'you look like you need something.

“God, yesss!” I nodded, my breath catching as I stepped closer, my eyes dropping to that hard c**k again. It twitched under my gaze, and I swear my p***y clenched in response.

Before I could speak, he grabbed my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding, pulling me toward his desk with a force that made my knees weak.

“You've been a naughty little slut all class, haven't you?” he growled, his breath hot against my ear as he spun me around and pressed my back against the edge of the desk.

My heart raced, the thrill of being in the empty but oh-so-public classroom sending sparks straight to my core.

What if someone came back for a forgotten book?

The risk made me even wetter. His free hand moved fast, fingers hooking into the buttons of my skirt, popping them open one by one until the fabric fell loose around my waist.

I gasped, my hands clutching his shirt as he shoved the skirt up my thighs, exposing my drenched panties.

“f**k, look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

“Panties soaked through. You want your professor's fingers in that tight p***y, don't you?”

I nodded frantically, my body on fire. “Yes, Professor Marcus, please... I need it.”

He didn't waste time, yanking my panties aside with rough fingers, the cool air hitting my slick folds making me whimper. His thick fingers teased my entrance, circling my swollen c**t before sliding down to my dripping hole.

One finger pushed in first, slow and deliberate, stretching my walls as I moaned loud, not caring who might hear.

Damn!

“Oh god, yes,” I cried, my hips bucking instinctively.

He groaned in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Such a wet little cunt for me. You're my dirty student slut, Sienna, begging for it in class.”

His words hit me like a slap of pleasure, making my p***y clench around his finger. He added a second, thrusting them deep, curling them to hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

The wet sounds of his fingers f*****g me filled the room, slick and obscene, my juices coating his hand as he pumped harder.

I ground my hips against his hand, chasing the friction, my moans turning into desperate pleas.

“f**k… Faster, Professor... finger f**k me rough!”

“I want it public, right here where everyone can see what a slut I am for you.”

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access.

The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my p***y. His thumb found my c**t, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin.

“That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny b***h you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned.

‘Your tight p***y is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

I did, my cries echoing off the walls.

“f**k yessss, I love it!”

I screamed as waves of pleasure built, my body arching into him. His muscular arm flexed with each thrust, his hard c**k pressing against my thigh through his pants, teasing me with what I craved next. The scent of my arousal hung heavy in the air, mixed with his cologne, driving me wild.

He sped up, three fingers now stretching me wide, f*****g my p***y hard and fast, the pressure coiling tight in my belly.

“c*m for me, slut,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.

“Show me how much you enjoy your teacher finger fucking.”

I was lost, hips rolling wildly, my nails digging into his shoulders as the orgasm crashed over me.

“Professor! I'm cumming... oh f**k!”

My walls spasmed around his fingers, squirting a little onto his hand, my body shaking with the intensity. But he didn't stop, keeping the rhythm, drawing out every pulse until I was a panting mess.

Even as the aftershocks rippled through me, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my neck.

“Good girl. But we're not done. I want to hear you beg for more.” My p***y still fluttered around his fingers, greedy for another round, the classroom door just feet away reminding me how exposed we were.

I nodded, my desires flaring up again, ready to push the boundaries further.

I couldn't believe how good it felt, his fingers still buried deep inside me, twisting slightly to keep the fire simmering. My mind raced with filthy thoughts, imagining him bending me over the desk next, or maybe making me suck his c**k right there while he fingered me from behind.

But for now, I enjoyed the control he had, the way his dirty words made me feel like his personal plaything.

“Please, Marcus,” I whispered, my voice husky.

“It's professor slut..”' He chuckled darkly, his thumb pressing harder on my c**t, sending fresh sparks through my oversensitive nerves.

The classroom windows overlooked the quad, and I caught a glimpse of students milling about outside. The risk made my pulse thunder, my p***y clenching tighter around him.

“You like that, don't you? Knowing they could see their slutty classmate getting finger f****d by her professor?”

His words were a growl, so sexy that had me hooked from day one. I moaned in agreement, my hands sliding down to grip his wrist, urging him deeper.

“Yes, make me your public whore.”

He obliged, his fingers pistoning in and out with brutal precision, the squelching sounds louder now, my juices dripping down my thighs.

Sweat beaded on my skin, my tight body slick and trembling as another climax built faster than the first. His other hand roamed up my shirt, pinching my n****e hard enough to make me yelp, the pain mixing with pleasure in the best way.

“Scream for me, Sienna. Let the whole building know what a needy slut you are.” I did, my voice breaking on a high-pitched wail as I came again, harder this time, my legs nearly giving out.

But he held me up, his strong body pinning me to the desk, fingers still working me relentlessly.

“That's my girl. Now, tell me what else you want from your teacher.”