50 Shades Of Sinful Pressure

Professor's Private Reasons IV

The following night, I arrived at Professor Kelvin’s office at exactly 8 PM, wearing only a long coat over my n***d body. My skin tingled with anticipation as I knocked softly.

He opened the door immediately, as if he’d been waiting. His eyes darkened the moment he saw me. Without a word, he pulled me inside and locked the door, then pushed me against it.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

I let the coat fall to the floor, standing completely bare before him. My n*****s were already hard peaks, and wetness glistened on my inner thighs.

He didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he circled me slowly, like a man admiring his prize. “Look at you. So f*****g perfect. So ready to be ruined.”

His hands finally came to life — rough and possessive. He cupped my breasts, pinching my n*****s until I gasped, then slid one hand down to cup my soaked p***y. Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, pumping deep while his thumb rubbed my c**t.

I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. “Professor… please…”

“Beg properly,” he said, adding a third finger and stretching me deliciously.

“Please f**k me. Use me. Make me scream until I can’t think straight.”

He spun me around, bending me over his desk again. This time there was no teasing. He freed his thick c**k and drove into me in one savage thrust, bottoming out instantly. The force made me cry out in pleasure-pain.

He f****d me mercilessly — hard, deep strokes that slammed the desk against the wall. Skin slapped loudly. My moans filled the office without restraint. He reached around to rub my c**t while pounding into me, his other hand fisting my hair and pulling my head back.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled. “Being your professor’s secret w***e. Coming to my office to get your p***y filled.”

“Yes!” I cried, pushing back to meet every thrust. “I love your c**k. I love being bad for you.”

He pulled out suddenly, making me whimper, then sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap facing him. I sank down onto his c**k, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt. We both groaned at the new angle.

“Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me how much you’ve learned.”

I rode him hard, bouncing on his thick length, my breasts jiggling with every movement. He sucked and bit my n*****s while his hands gripped my a*s, guiding me faster.

Yes, ...Yes Professor ruin this p***y make It Yours.I screamed louder with every thrust of his delicious c**k.

The wet sounds of my p***y sliding up and down his c**k were obscene and perfect.

Another o****m built rapidly. I ground my c**t against him with every downstroke until I shattered again, clenching around him and soaking his lap with my release.

He flipped us suddenly, laying me on the desk on my back with my legs over his shoulders. The new position let him go even deeper. He f****d me with punishing force, chasing his own release while rubbing my oversensitive c**t.

“Come with me,” he demanded. “One more time.”

I couldn’t hold back. My final o****m ripped through me like lightning — intense, almost overwhelming. My walls milked him violently as I screamed.

Professor Kelvin buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar, flooding me with thick, hot spurts of c*m until it overflowed and ran down my a*s.

We stayed locked together for long minutes, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and fluids.

Finally, he pulled out gently and helped me sit up. His c*m continued to drip from me onto his desk in a messy, satisfying reminder.

“You’ve passed every lesson with flying colors, Mia,” he said, voice still rough with lingering desire. He brushed a strand of hair from my face almost tenderly. “But this doesn’t end here. Next week, my office after hours again. And this time… we’ll explore even darker chapters.”

I smiled, legs shaky as I stood and slipped my coat back on, feeling his seed trickle down my thighs.

“I’ll be there, Professor. Ready for whatever you want to teach me.”

As I left his office, the thrill of our secret burned hotter than ever.