Forbidden Cravings [Filthy Erotica Collections]

Professor Shawn (7)

ABBY

Shawn lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing and set me on his office desk. I sat still and watched him take off his jacket, my heart pounding with excitement.

He unbuttoned his cufflinks and threw them somewhere on the floor, then rolled up his sleeves.

So, it's finally Monday.

I couldn't wait all weekend to see him and feel his c**k drilling my hole again.

He settled right before me and opened my legs wide. Then he lifted my skirt up to my waist and pulled my panties down so they dropped to my ankles.

I was already dripping and ready.

He looked up at me, “Ready?”

“More than ever.”

He dropped to his knees between my thighs. His hands gripped the backs of my knees, holding me open. His hot breath hit my p***y first.

Fuck.

Then his tongue came next, dragging it up my slit in one long, slow lick.

“Ssshh…” I sucked in a deep breath, then bit my lip hard to stifle the moan.

He did it again. And again. Lazy, wet strokes along my p***y. Taking his time like he had all day.

His tongue circled my c**t, flicked it lightly, then sucked it between his lips like it was some sweet, delicate lollipop… gentle pull, slow release. I gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Another moan tried to escape, but I was quick to swallow it down.

Two thick fingers slid inside me, curling slowly around me, rubbing that spot while his mouth stayed on my c**t, still sucking, still licking.

“Hmm, I kept thinking about eating this p***y all weekend. God, I missed you so much.” He hummed into my p***y, the vibration buzzing through me like a live wire pressed under my skin, sparking everywhere at once.

My thighs shook. I pressed my hand over my mouth, my eyes rolling shut. The office was quiet except for the wet sounds of his mouth and my muffled breaths.

He sucked harder, nipping at the bottom corner of my c**t, fingers thrusting deeper, tongue flicking faster.

Fuck.

I felt it build. It was slow at first, then heavy, and then unstoppable. My hips rocked against his face as I came hard, screaming silently into my hand, my p***y pulsing around his fingers, my c**t throbbing under his tongue.

Heavenly, long waves rolled through me.

God, I f*****g love this.

He lifted his head and looked up at me, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. I cupped his cheeks, pulled him closer and crushed my lips against his. I ran my tongue through his face, his mouth, tasting myself and his saliva, hot, salty and warm.

“I want you to fu…” The words died right in my throat.

Knock knock knock.

Three sharp raps on the door.

Not this s**t again.

The smile vanished from his face in an instant. Fear took control of Shawn's face as he froze for a split second, swallowing hard.

“Stay quiet,” He whispered, voice soft and trembling.

The knock came again, “Professor Lawson, you in there?”

I stayed still and waited to see what he was going to do. His eyes darted all around the office as though looking for some escape route.

Then he turned, face soft, “Do you want to hide under the desk?”

I nodded and kissed him softly on the lips, then slid off the desk fast, dropping to my knees. I crawled under the big wooden desk just as he stood up.

“Professor…”

“Yes, Josh. Come in.” He called.

The door opened. His teaching assistant, some nerdy dude named Josh, stepped inside.

“Hey, Prof. Got a sec?” Josh asked.

“Yeah, of course. What's up?”

“It’s just… I kinda have questions about the midterm grading rubric.” Josh replied.

Shawn sat in his chair, pulled it forward so his legs blocked me from view. “Sure. Make it quick. It's uhm… it's a busy day.”

A wide grin slipped my lips as mischief hit me hard. My hands moved and grabbed his belt, slowly unbuckled it, then pulled the zipper down.

He tensed, his hand quickly dropping under the desk to push my head away.

I ignored it and pulled his c**k free. Mmm, he was already half-hard from eating my p***y. Thick, beautiful and begging to be pleasured. My eyes followed the vein that traveled from the head of his c**k down to his groin.

Mmm, I love c***s. They're so magnificent. But I never knew they could be this magnificent. Shawn has such a magnificent c**k.

I slowly wrapped my hand around the shaft, moved my head and licked the tip. He sucked in a breath.

Josh kept talking. “So, for question three, do we dock points if they miss the counter-argument entirely?”

Trevor cleared his throat. “Yeah… full two points off if it’s missing completely.”

I circled my lips around the head, gave it a slow suck, swirling my tongue. His hand fisted in my hair, trying to pull me off.

Resolute, I shook my head, then took him deeper, bobbed gently, coating my saliva all over his c**k, hollowing my cheeks.

“Uh… right,” Josh said. “And question five? The essay portion. How strict on word count?”

Shawn's voice came out rough and husky. “S-s-stick to the guidelines… 800 words minimum… no penalty under 750.”

I went lower, taking his c**k to the back of my throat, then gagged softly on purpose. His thighs tensed, his hand gripping my hair harder, still trying to stop me.

I sucked harder, hand stroking the base in slow twists.

Josh flipped a page. “Okay, last thing… can we give partial credit for…”

Trevor cut him off. “Yes... oh, my God… partial... partial is fine. Look, Josh, I’ve got another meeting soon. Can we… can we… oh God… wrap this up?”

Loving his reaction, I added teeth, just a light scrape along the underside. Not hard though, I'm mischievous, not wicked.

Shawn yelped, a sharp and sudden sound ripping from his lips, almost jerking to his feet.

Josh paused. “Prof, you okay?”

Shawn coughed, sitting right back down. “Yeah… yeah… I'm… I'm fine. The chair squeaked, is all. Go on.”

I grinned around his c**k, loving every moment of this, eyes dark and full of mischief. I went harder, faster, bobbing my head deeper, pressing my tongue flat on every upstroke.

I added hands, pumping what my mouth couldn’t reach. His hips jerked once, then twice, thrusting involuntarily.

He put his hand over his mouth, possibly to suppress a moan.

Josh kept going. “So if a student cites the wrong theorist but explains it well…”

“Half credit, Josh. Half credit,” Shawn rasped, voice strained. “Seriously, I'm a little busy. I need… I need to finish something. Email me the rest.”

I sucked harder, cheeks hollow, tongue flicking the slit on every pull. His c**k throbbed on my tongue with pulses.

He was close.

Josh hesitated. I could imagine the weird look he gave Trevor. “Uh… okay. I’ll email. Thanks, Prof.”

Receding footsteps. Door opening. Door closing. Lock clicking with a shut.

“Oh, my God, Abby, you're gonna kill me.” Shawn groaned roughly.

His hands found my cheek, holding me in place, then he slammed into my mouth so hard it ached. I gagged, choked, eyes watering.

He pulled back, slowly dragging his c**k out of my mouth. His c**k was slick and covered with ropes of spits, which connected to my lip.

He held the base of his c**k and slapped it teasingly on my face. I giggled, sniffing him.

He opened me up, bent a little, gathered spit and slowly dropped it into my mouth, warm and salty. Before I could swallow, he bucked his hips, his c**k slamming deep in my throat.

His head popped back. “Oh, fuck.”

He f****d my face in quick, broken rhythm. I could feel it building up. One last brutal thrust, and he came hard, filling my throat with his hot, creamy c*m. One after another.

I swallowed every drop, milked him with my lips until he shuddered and went soft.

He helped me up, his thumb caressing my lips. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue.

“I keep saying it, you're gonna be the end of me.” He whispered against my lips

“Admit it. That was hot, wasn't it?” I asked, eyes sparkling.

“It really was.” He confessed, chuckling softly, “And terrifying at the same time. But I worry Josh must have heard.”

I placed my hand on his neck, “Don't worry about him. No one's gonna believe him anyway. He's a nerd. No one believes nerds.”

I kissed him softly.

His c**k started to harden again against my thigh. Smiling, I got to my knees and regarded his c**k.

“Abby, what are you doing?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“Hey, big guy.” I said to his c**k in a tiny voice, and Shawn laughed. “As much as I would love to have you again, I have a class I need to attend. Aw, don't be sad. Wait for me, hmm?”

I grabbed his c**k, and it jerked in my hand. Then I kissed it.

“You really are… something.” Shawn said, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I know.” I adjusted my skirt and my top, then planted a kiss on his lips before walking out of the office.

Oh, don't you just love my life?