Forbidden Desire: A Collection Of Erotica Stories

PROFESSOR LITTLE SLUT (2)

Sienna's pov

I tossed and turned all night, my sheets twisted around my legs like they were trying to hold me down. Sleep wouldn't come, not with my mind replaying every second of what happened in professor Marcus's office yesterday.

In my dreams, I was on my knees, his thick c**k stretching my lips wide as I sucked him deep, gagging on his length while he gripped my hair and f****d my mouth.

Then it shifted, he flipped me over his desk, slamming that massive d**k into my tight p***y, pounding me so hard the whole room shook.

I woke up soaked, my fingers buried in my cunt, rubbing frantically until I came with his name on my lips. f**k, I needed him again. My p***y throbbed just thinking about it, aching for that rough stretch.

The next day dragged on forever. Classes blurred by, my focus shot because all I could picture was Marcus's commanding stare, his strong hands pinning me down.

When the final bell rang, I lingered in the hallway, heart pounding as I waited for any sign from him. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a text from an unknown number, but I knew it was him.

“Office. Now.” Short, demanding, no room for argument.

My c**t pulsed at the words. I hurried down the empty corridors, the school quiet except for the echo of my footsteps.

His door was a bit open, and I pushed it wider, stepping into that familiar space filled with the scent of his cologne and old books.

Marcus looked up from his desk, his dark eyes locking onto mine like he is ready to feast on me. He was in his usual button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to show off those muscled forearms, but the bulge in his pants told me he was already hard.

“Close the door, Sienna,” he growled, his voice low and rough, sending shivers straight to my core.

I obeyed, my hands trembling as I turned the lock. Before I could say a word, he was on his feet, crossing the room in two strides. He grabbed my arm, yanking me toward the desk, and slammed the door shut behind us with a bang that made me jump.

“You think you can just tease me like yesterday and walk away?” he said his voice filled with desire, spinning me around and shoving me back against the hard edge of his desk.

My ass hit the wood, and I gasped as his body pressed into mine, trapping me there. His hands were everywhere, rough palms sliding up my skirt, shoving it to my waist, then cupping my t**s through my thin blouse.

Oh…god!

He squeezed hard, thumbs digging into my n*****s until they peaked painfully under his touch.

“These little t**s have been begging for it. You've been dreaming about my c**k all night, haven't you, slut?”

“Yes, professor,” I whimpered, my voice breathy as heat flooded my cheeks.

My p***y clenched, already dripping wet from the way he handled me. I arched into his grip, loving how he owned every inch of me.

He ripped open my blouse, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor, exposing my bra.

With a grunt, he yanked the cups down, my breasts spilling out for him to devour. His mouth crashed onto one n****e, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, making me cry out.

“f**k, yes….harder!”

He chuckled darkly against my skin, the vibration shooting straight to my c**t.

“That's right, beg for it. You want this big d**k wrecking your tight little p***y again?”

His free hand dove between my legs, fingers shoving my panties aside to plunge into my soaked folds. I moaned loud, bucking against his hand as he pumped two thick fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“So f*****g wet already. You're my dirty student w***e, aren't you?”

“God, yes—I'm yours,”

I panted, my hands fisting in his shirt as I ground down on his fingers. He added a third, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming.

But I needed more. I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle until I freed his c**k. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-c*m. I stroked him roughly, feeling him throb in my palm, but he slapped my hand away.

“Not yet. Bend over,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from my p***y with a wet pop.

He spun me around, bending me over the desk so my t**s pressed into the cool surface, my ass up in the air. Papers scattered everywhere as he kicked my legs wider.

I heard his pants drop, then the tear of foil condom on, thank f**k and then the blunt head of his c**k nudged my entrance.

“Gonna f**k you so hard you scream my name. Take it all, you needy bitch.”

He thrust in with one brutal shove, burying his entire length to the hilt.

“f**k….!”

I screamed, the burn of his thickness splitting me open mixing with pure ecstasy. My p***y walls clamped down, milking him as he started pounding, each slam of his hips driving him deeper.

The desk creaked under us, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office.

“f**k, your p***y is so slippery,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back, the other smacking my ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Scream louder, let the whole school know how I'm ruining this pussy.”

“Oh god, Marcus, harder! Drill me!” I begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts, my body on fire.

Every brutal stroke hit my cervix, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. His balls slapped against my c**t with each drive, building that coil in my belly tighter and tighter.

He leaned over me, his chest to my back, breath hot on my neck as he whispered filthy promises.

“Gonna fill this hole up, make you c*m all over my c**k. You're mine to f**k whenever I want.”

I was lost in it, my screams echoing off the walls as he dominated me completely, his pace relentless.

Soon the door of the office opened. “What the hell is going on here?”