Lust Zone

My professor 2

Elena prayed for Monday to arrive faster than any day in her life. All weekend, Mr. Lorenzo’s voice echoed in her head—saying her name in that deep, smooth tone at the grocery store, the way his dark eyes had slowly dragged over her body, the dangerous half-smile that made her knees weak. Her p***y stayed wet and achy the entire time. She touched herself every night and every morning, fingers plunging desperately or her pink vibrator buzzing against her swollen c**t, but the orgasms only left her hungrier. Fantasies weren’t enough anymore. She needed the real thing. She needed Mr. Lorenzo to f**k her raw.

Monday finally came, but everything seemed determined to go wrong. Traffic was a nightmare because of a major accident on the main road. Elena arrived at school late, breathing hard and slightly sweaty as she pushed open the door to the history classroom. Almost every seat was taken. The front rows—her usual spot where Mr. Lorenzo could see her clearly—were completely full. With a sinking heart, she slipped into an empty desk right at the back.

Mr. Lorenzo was already deep into his lecture, his tall, commanding frame moving confidently between the rows as he explained the fall of the Roman Empire. His voice wrapped around every word with that familiar authority. Elena tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and lower to the front of his trousers where she imagined his thick c**k hidden beneath the fabric. Her thighs squeezed together under the desk. She was already getting wet again just from watching him.

Halfway through the lesson, the girl sitting next to her leaned over and whispered, “Mr. Lorenzo told me to tell you—he wants you to wait after class.”

Elena’s heart jumped so hard she nearly gasped out loud. “Are you for real?” she whispered back, her voice shaky.

The girl nodded. “Yeah, he said it quietly when you walked in late.”

The rest of the class passed in a heated blur. Elena couldn’t concentrate on a single word about history. Her mind raced with possibilities. Did he want to scold her for being late? Or had the grocery store encounter changed something between them? By the time the bell rang, her panties were damp and her n*****s were hard and sensitive against her bra.

She stayed seated as the other students packed up and filed out. The classroom slowly emptied until it was just her and Mr. Lorenzo. He stood at his desk, calmly organizing papers, looking as arrogant and composed as ever. When the last student closed the door behind them, he finally looked up at her.

“Elena,” he said, his deep voice filling the now-quiet room. “You came late today.”

She stood up on shaky legs and walked toward his desk. “Yes, sir. There was heavy traffic. I’m sorry.”

He leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes studying her carefully. “I just wanted to know if you got home safe that evening from the grocery store.”

Happiness flooded through Elena so fast she felt dizzy. He had remembered. He had actually worried about her. “Yes, Professor. I got home fine. Thank you for asking.”

A tiny, faint smile touched his lips—the first real one she had ever seen directed at her. It made him look even more handsome, more dangerous, and completely irresistible. “Good. I’m glad.”

She gathered every ounce of courage she had. “So… are we friends now?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stood up, towering over her. That faint smile remained as he looked down at her face, then slowly let his gaze drop to her chest and hips. “Friends? That might be… complicated, Elena.”

Elena’s heart pounded wildly. She wanted to say more, to push further, but he picked up his bag and headed for the door. “Have a good afternoon.”

She should have left it there. But something deeper, something reckless inside her pushed her forward. She grabbed her things and slipped out after him, keeping a safe distance. Mr. Lorenzo walked through the school gates and down the quiet street toward a nearby residential area. He didn’t notice her. When he turned into a nice, modern house with a small garden, Elena memorized the address, her pulse racing.

Tuesday was a free day with no classes. Elena woke up early, her heart hammering with a mix of excitement and fear. She chose her outfit with trembling hands: a short, tight white sundress that hugged her full breasts and flared out at her hips. No bra, so her n*****s showed faintly through the thin fabric when she got excited. Underneath, she wore only a tiny pink thong that barely covered her p***y. She wanted to look innocent but ready for whatever might happen.

She walked to his house on shaky legs. When she reached the door, she knocked softly. No answer. She knocked again, louder. Still nothing. Her hand trembled as she tried the doorknob. To her surprise, it turned. The door wasn’t locked. Elena pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.

The living room was neat and masculine—dark furniture, bookshelves lined with history volumes. But then she heard a low, guttural groan coming from down the hallway. Her feet moved on their own. She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks.

Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard c**k, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on i********: last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Elena stood frozen in the doorway, shocked but so intensely turned on that fresh wetness flooded her tiny thong. His c**k was even bigger than she had imagined—long, thick, with a swollen purple head already leaking precum. Veins stood out along the shaft as his hand pumped up and down. His abs flexed powerfully with every stroke. He looked so lost in lust for her that he hadn’t noticed her yet.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Her voice came out in a shaky whisper.

“Mr. Lorenzo…”

He dropped his phone onto the bed and whipped his head around. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there in his doorway. “Elena? What the hell are you doing here?”

She stepped inside the room, closing the door softly behind her. Her cheeks burned, but her p***y throbbed with raw need. “I’m sorry… I came to ask for help with my history assignment. The door was open, so I… I let myself in.”

His hand was still loosely wrapped around his c**k, which hadn’t softened at all. It twitched visibly as he stared at her in the short sundress. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” Elena admitted, her voice growing bolder. “I saw what you were doing. You were jerking off while watching my i********: video.”

He didn’t deny it. His dark eyes burned into hers with raw hunger. The usual arrogant coldness had vanished. “To be frank… that’s exactly why I’m here,” Elena continued, stepping closer until she was only a few feet away. “I need you inside me, Professor. I’ve craved your c**k for so long. I’ve touched myself in your class, at home every night, imagining you f*****g me. I did everything to make you notice me.”

Mr. Lorenzo stood up slowly. His tall, naked body was even more impressive up close—ripped muscles, smooth skin, and that massive c**k pointing straight at her, hard and ready. He moved toward her like a predator, grabbing her waist with both strong hands. His touch was firm and hot.

“Are you sure about what you’re saying, Elena?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Once I start, I won’t be gentle. I’ve wanted to f**k you raw since the first time you answered my questions with that sweet, shaky voice.”

“Yes,” she begged, pressing her body against him. She could feel his hard c**k pressing insistently against her stomach through the thin fabric of her dress. “I’ve craved this c**k for months. Please touch me.”

He groaned deeply and pulled her closer. One hand slid down to grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard. His other hand moved under the hem of her sundress, fingers tracing up her thigh until they reached her soaked thong.

“f**k, Elena… you’re so wet already for me,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. He pushed the tiny fabric aside and ran two thick fingers along her slippery p***y lips. “Your little virgin cunt is dripping. All this for your professor?”

Elena moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes… only for you. Please, Mr. Lorenzo. f**k me raw.”

He didn’t waste another second. In one swift move, he yanked her sundress up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but the tiny pink thong. Her full breasts spilled free, n*****s hard and begging. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing and pinching her sensitive buds until she gasped.

Then he dropped to his knees, hooked his fingers in her thong, and ripped it down her legs. He spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them. His hot tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her juicy p***y, tasting every drop of her wetness.

“Oh my God!” Elena cried out, grabbing his thick hair. His mouth was aggressive—sucking her swollen c**t hard, then pushing his tongue inside her tight hole. He ate her like a starving man, groaning against her folds while his hands gripped her ass, holding her firmly against his face. Wet, obscene sounds filled the bedroom as he licked and slurped.

“You taste so f*****g sweet,” he growled between licks. “Such a juicy little p***y. I’m going to ruin it today.”

Elena’s legs shook violently. She was already close to cumming from his mouth alone. But he stopped suddenly, stood up, and pushed her onto the bed on her back. He climbed over her, his thick c**k slapping against her thigh.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, rubbing the fat head of his c**k up and down her dripping slit, coating himself in her juices.

“Please, Professor… f**k me raw. Take my virginity. Stretch my tight p***y with your big c**k. I need it so bad.”

With a deep groan, he lined himself up and pushed forward. The thick head breached her entrance, stretching her wide. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Inch by thick inch, he sank into her, filling her virgin cunt completely until his balls rested against her ass.

“f**k… so tight,” he hissed, eyes closed in bliss. “Your p***y is gripping me like a vice.”

He started moving—slow at first, then harder, f*****g her with deep, powerful strokes. The bed creaked loudly under them. Elena’s breasts bounced with every thrust. Wet slapping sounds echoed as his hips slammed against hers, his c**k pounding into her juicy depths.

“Yes! Harder!” Elena screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “f**k me raw, Mr. Lorenzo! Fill me up!”

He lost control. Grabbing her hips, he pounded her relentlessly, his thick c**k hitting deep spots she didn’t know existed. Every thrust made her c**t rub against him. The pressure built fast and explosive.

“I’m cumming!” Elena cried as the orgasm crashed over her. Her p***y spasmed wildly around his c**k, squeezing him tight as waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Juices gushed out around his shaft.

Mr. Lorenzo growled like an animal and f****d her even harder through her orgasm. “Good girl… c*m on your professor’s cock.”

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he buried himself as deep as possible and exploded inside her. Hot, thick ropes of c*m flooded her p***y, filling her until it leaked out around his c**k. He kept thrusting slowly, pumping every last drop into her freshly f****d cunt.

They lay there panting, his c**k still buried deep inside her, c*m dripping from her stretched hole.

But he wasn’t done. He kissed her neck possessively and whispered against her skin, “We’re just getting started, Elena. I’m going to f**k you raw all day.”