Chapter 3: Rising Action
Emily rose from the steel auditorium desk, her yoga pants and simple white blouse leaving little to the imagination. She looked at Lily, her eyes burning with determination.
"catch you later, Lily," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper, before striding towards the front of the lecture hall, her hips swaying with each step.
"Emily, what are you doing?" Lily hissed from her seat, her face burning with embarrassment and arousal.
Lily watched, her mouth agape, as Emily approached Professor Shaw, or rather, Jonathan. He was packing up his briefcase, his back to Emily, completely unaware of her approach.
But as she reached him, he turned, his blue eyes meeting hers, a genuine, harmless smile on his face.
"Miss Thompson, right?" he said, extending his hand. "I'm Dr. Shaw."
Emily took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity at his touch. "I know who you are, Professor Shaw," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
"You have office hours today, right, Professor?" Emily asked, her voice sultry, her hips swaying slightly.
Dr. Shaw was fully unaware, or ignoring, the sexual tension Emily was radiating, "Yes, I do. Is there something you need help with, Miss Thompson?" he asked, his voice professional, yet polite, temperate and measured, completely unaffected by Emily's blatant flirtation.
Emily bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "As a matter of fact, there is, Professor Shaw. I've been having some trouble understanding... certain concepts. I was hoping you could help me...work through them."
She emphasized the word 'work', her voice dripping with innuendo. She saw the corner of his mouth twitch, a sign that he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed.
He looked at her, playing the moment straight, "my office hours are right after this class, Miss Thompson. You're welcome to join me on my way there, and we can discuss your...difficulties."
Emily smirked, knowing she had him. "Sounds like a plan, Professor."
She turned and walked away, swaying her hips exaggeratedly, knowing he was watching. She heard him pack up his briefcase just as quick as before.
Emily met Lily's eyes as she walked past her, a smug smile on her face, and Lily just shook her head, mouthing "be careful".
Emily just winked back, her heart pounding in her chest as she followed Jonathan out of the lecture hall.
They walked in silence towards his office, Emily trailing behind him, her eyes glued to his ass. She could see the muscles flexing with each step, and she felt a surge of desire, her pussy throbbing in response.
Shaw 's office was a small, cluttered room, dominated by a large wooden desk covered in stacks of books, papers, and a blackboard filled with mathematical equations. A plush leather chair, well-worn from years of use, sat at the desk, facing a pair of windows that looked out onto the college courtyard.
On the opposite side of the well worn leather chair , a small sofa was situated, its cushions sagging slightly from use.
The room was bright from the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the cluttered desk and the bookshelf that lined the wall behind it.
The air was filled with the scent of old books, chalk dust, and a hint of Jonathan's cologne, a masculine, woodsy scent that made Emily's knees weak.
She followed him into the office, her heart pounding in her chest, as he left the door wide open.
"Is this where you 'work through' your difficulties, Professor?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with innuendo as she scanned the room, her eyes lingering on the worn leather sofa.
Jonathan set his briefcase down on the desk, turning to face her, his expression unreadable. "It is, Miss Thompson. Now, what seems to be the problem?" He motioned for her to sit on the sofa, his voice still completely professional, almost detached, while he took took a seat behind his desk.
The moment Emily's ass hit the cushions, she knew she was in trouble. The soft leather seemed to mold to her body, accentuating her curves and making her feel even more exposed. She crossed her legs, trying to quell the ache between them, but it only made it worse.
Jonathan watched her, his eyes flicking from her face to her crossed legs, then back up again. He seemed to be waiting for her to speak, to explain what she needed help with.
But Emily was at a loss for words, her mouth now filled with cotton as she realized the full extent of what she was doing. She was alone in a room with the man she'd been fantasizing about for months, and she had no idea how to make a move.
Jonathan, sensing her discomfort, broke the silence. "So, Miss Thompson, what seems to be the issue with your...concepts?"
Emily swallowed hard, her mind racing. She couldn't just come out and say she wanted to fuck him, could she? She needed to play this smart.
She had come here with a plan, a purpose, but now that she was here, in his office, with the door wide open and the sun streaming in, she felt vulnerable, exposed.
She uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. Jonathan watched her, his expression unreadable. "Miss Thompson?" he prompted, his voice steady and calm, completely unaffected by her discomfort.
" I need help with Bernoulli 's Principle," Emily blurted out, the first thing that came to her mind. She saw the corner of his mouth twitch, as if he knew she was full of shit.
"Alright, let's start with the basics then," he said, standing up and grabbing a piece of chalk. He turned to the blackboard, his back to her, and began to write.
'Fucking Bernoulli's? Real smooth Em' she could hear Lily's voice in her head, mocking her. But she had to try something, anything to keep this conversation going.
Jonathan turned to face her, the chalk still in his hand, his blue eyes piercing. "Do you understand the basic concept, Miss Thompson?" he asked, his voice steady.
Emily nodded, her mouth still dry. "Y-yes, Professor. Pressure decreases as velocity increases," she managed to stammer out, her heart pounding in her chest.
Shaw beamed at her, "Exactly, Miss Thompson. You've got it." The smile that accompanied his words was genuine, and Emily felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sun streaming in through the windows. "Now, let's test your understanding, shall we?"
Shaw began writing an example on the board, his hand moving swiftly and confidently. Emily watched him, her eyes flicking from his hands to his face, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, and she squirmed in her seat, trying to alleviate the pressure building between her legs. Shaw turned to face her, his eyebrows raised. "So, Miss Thompson, what's the pressure at point A compared to point B?" Emily licked her lips, her mind racing. She couldn't focus on the equation, not with him standing there, looking at her like that.
Emily's pussy felt like a piranha, gnawing at the fabric of her yoga pants, desperate for release. She crossed her legs tighter, trying to stifle the ache, but it only made it worse.
Jonathan seemed completely oblivious to her distress, his eyes flicking from the board to her, waiting for an answer. he prompted, his voice steady, calm.
Emily swallowed hard, her eyes darting from him to the board, her mind a blank. She couldn't think of anything but the throbbing between her legs, the ache that only he could satisfy.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing red.
"it's lower at point B, isn't it?" she managed to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jonathan nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Exactly, Miss Thompson. You're doing great."
Emily let out a sigh of relief, but her body was still tense, her nipples hard against the fabric of her bra. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, soaking through her yoga pants, and she hoped he could see it too.
Jonathan turned back to the board, erasing the equation he had written. "Let's try another one," he said, his voice neutral, completely unaware of the internal struggle Emily was having.
He turned back to the board, his hand moving swiftly, writing another equation. Emily watched him, her eyes flicking from his hands to his ass, her heart pounding in her chest.
Her thighs clenched as hard as they could, trying to cork
the lava-like heat surging from her pussy. She felt her panties becoming damp, the fabric clinging to her slit, rubbing against her clit with every tiny movement.
She uncrossed her legs, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only made it worse. She could smell her own arousal, and she hoped he could too.
Shaw turned around, chalk in hand, and caught her staring at his ass. She quickly looked up, her cheeks flushing red, but it was too late. He gave her a knowing look, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"and how about here, Miss Thompson?" he asked, pointing to a new part of the equation on the board.
Emily's mind went blank, her eyes flicking from the board to him, then back again.
"Miss Thompson, are you paying attention?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
Emily, unable to form a coherent response, simply nodded, her eyes flicking from his face to the bulge in his pants. She could see the outline of his cock, faintly straining against the fabric, and she felt a surge of desire so strong it made her dizzy.
Jonathan, noticing her gaze, cleared his throat, shifting slightly to adjust himself. "Perhaps we should take a break," he suggested, his voice still steady, but with a slight edge to it.
Emily whispered silently, "no, please don't stop," her eyes locked onto his, pleading.
Shaw seemed to understand her silent plea, and he continued, "Alright, Miss Thompson, let's try another one."
As he turned back to the board, Emily couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants growing more prominent. She bit her lip, her pussy throbbing in response.
"Now, what about here?" he asked, pointing to a new part of the equation.
Emily struggled to focus, her mind flooded with images of him, naked, his cock hard and ready for her.
Shaw turned to face her, his eyes narrowing as he caught her staring at his crotch.
Emily looked at the massive equation on the board, then back at him, her mind racing.
"it's highest at point A, drops at point b, and then rises again at point C, right?"
Jonathan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. You're a natural at this."
Emily felt a surge of pride, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of desire so strong it made her head spin.
Shaw put down the piece of chalk, "Ms. Thompson, why are you really here. You clearly understand Bernoulli's Principle well enough to teach it yourself, better than most of my students," Shaw said, his voice softening as he took a step closer to her. Emily's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching as she looked up at him.
"I-I don't know what you mean, Professor," she stammered, her eyes flicking from his face to his lips, then back again.
Shaw chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "You're a terrible liar, Miss Thompson. But I appreciate your...efforts," he said, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Now, tell me the truth. Why are you really here, Emily?" Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, soaking through her yoga pants, and she knew he could see it too.
Emily felt like a deer in headlights, her heart pounding in her chest, her mouth dry. She couldn't lie to him, not when he was looking at her like that.
"I-I wanted to see you, Professor," she managed to stammer out, her cheeks flushing red. "I wanted to...I wanted you."
Shaw leaned against his desk like a model posing for a catalogue, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked amused, almost entertained by her confession. "Is that so?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Emily nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes, Professor. I've been thinking about it...a lot."
Shaw pushed off from the desk, taking a step closer to her. "You have, have you?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous. He was towering over her now, his blue eyes boring into hers.
Every tendril of lust felt like they were tearing her brain
apart. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe as he loomed over her.
"Tell me, Emily," he growled, his voice rough, "what exactly have you been thinking about?"
Emily's heart was pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing in time with it. She could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness in her yoga pants. She knew she was soaked, knew he could see it, smell it.
"I've been thinking about...about you fucking me, Professor," she managed to stammer out, her cheeks flushing red.
Shaw laughed heartily, his covered muscular shoulders shaking with mirth. "Well, Miss Thompson, you certainly have a way with words," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something else – lust. "There's always a student who wants to 'fuck' their professor, but you're the first to come right out and say it."
Emily blushed even deeper, her heart racing. She had never been so blunt, so brazen, but there was something about Jonathan Shaw that brought out the wildest, most carnal parts of her.
"Is that a problem, Professor?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She held his gaze, her green eyes challenging him.
Shaw's smile faded, replaced by a serious, intense expression. "No, Miss Thompson, it's not a problem. Every semester, students come to my office hours with 'hidden agendas'. Most are subtle, others not so much. But yours...yours is refreshingly direct," Shaw said.
Emily felt a surge of desire at his words, her ovaries boxing each other in her abdomen like a pair of heavyweights. She could feel her pussy pulsating, her underwear drenched. She was so turned on, she thought she might come just from his words.
"I get a few students who come onto me, hoping to boost their grades or prove something to themselves. But you, Emily, you're different. You're not here for a good grade or to prove something. You're here because you want me, because you're fucking horny and you can't think of anything else but my cock inside you. Isn't that right?"
Emily nodded, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps, "That's exactly right. And I'm not the only one."
Shaw's gaze was intense, predatory. "Let me guess: the woman you sat next to in the lecture hall, Lily, right?
Emily's heart thundered in her chest. She felt exposed, laid bare by his words, but also exhilarated. She had never been so turned on, so ready to fuck.
Emily stammered, "Y-yes, Professor. Lily and I...we both think you're hot."
Emily couldn't believe she was saying these things, but the words spilled out of her like a dam had burst. She felt reckless, wild, and more alive than she ever had.
Shaw's smile turned into a smirk, and he took another step closer to her, invading her personal space. "Is that so? And what makes you think I'm interested in fucking my students?" His voice was low, dangerous, and it sent shivers down Emily's spine.
Emily looked up at him, her eyes fierce. "Because I've seen the way you look at us, Professor. The thick fucking bulge in your pants every time you lecture. The way your eyes linger on our tits, our asses. You're fucking hard for us, aren't you?" Emily's voice was laced with venom, her eyes blazing with desire and challenge.
Shaw's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with the same hunger. "You're a perceptive little thing, aren't you, Miss Thompson?" he said, his voice a low growl. "But I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not hard during lectures, Emily. My bulge during lecture is always flaccid, it's just too big to hide even when soft," Shaw said, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering.
Emily stared at the allegedly flaccid bulge straining against his pants, her mouth watering at the thought of what lay beneath. She couldn't believe it, couldn't comprehend how big he must be when hard.
She could feel her own desire dripping down her thighs, her yoga pants clinging to her skin.
Shaws bulge in his pants was now noticeably stiffer, slowly growing larger as she watched. His cock was clearly outlined, straining against the fabric of his pants, threatening to rip through the seams.
Emily couldn't take her eyes off it, her mouth watering at the sight. She wanted to reach out, to touch it, to feel its weight in her hand. But she didn't dare, not yet.
Shaw seemed to enjoy her torment, his gaze locked onto hers, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like what you see, Miss Thompson?" he asked, his voice low, taunting.
Emily nodded, her eyes still fixed on his crotch. Her brain felt like it was about to melt out of of her ears, every ounce of blood rushing south, leaving her lightheaded.
"I can see that you do," Shaw said, his voice a low rumble. He took another step closer, his body now mere inches from hers. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the faint scent of his cologne, woodsy and masculine.
His bulge was now tighter than a drum, tenting his pants obscenely. Emily couldn't help but lick her lips, her eyes locked onto the massive outline of his cock.
"unfortunately, I have a rule, Miss Thompson." Shaw said, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "I don't fuck my students in my office."
Emily's heart sank, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. But she wasn't ready to give up, not yet. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to leave empty-handed.
"Please, Professor," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't tell anyone. I just...I just need-"
Shaw's eyes flickered with desire, but he remained stoic. "I'm sorry, Miss Thompson. My rule stands," Shaw said, his voice firm, but his eyes betrayed him. They flicked down to her crotch, lingering on the damp spot on her yoga pants, and Emily could see the hunger in them, the desire he was desperately trying to suppress.
Emily, undeterred, stood up from the sofa, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a step towards the door, and closed it, clicking the lock into place. The sound echoed through the office, and Jonathan's eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you doing, Miss Thompson?" he asked, his voice laced with warning. But Emily could see the lust in his eyes, the hunger that mirrored her own.
She turned back to face Shaw, her eyes blazing with determination. "Fuck your rules, Professor," she said, her voice steady despite the nerves churning in her stomach.
"I didn't come here to talk about fucking equations. I came here to cum my brains out, Professor," Emily said, her voice laced with defiance. She took another step towards him, her eyes locked onto his, daring him to stop her.
His bulge now beat like a drum, the tent in his pants straining against the fabric, threatening to rip through.
"Miss Thompson," Shaw warned, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and desperation. "Do you know why I don't fuck students in my office?"
Emily took another step closer, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
"No, Professor," she breathed, her eyes locked onto his. "But I can guess."
Shaw's breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants.
"it's because you can't control yourself, can you, Professor?" Emily whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "It's because whenever you fuck a student in your office, you run the risk of them screaming your name so loud, everyone in the building will know who's making them come apart at the seams."
Shaw's breath hitched as Emily's fingers curled around the thickness in his pants, tracing the length of his cock through the fabric. She could feel it pulsing, hot and hard, and she knew he was seconds away from breaking.
"That's right, Miss Thompson," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I can't have that, can I?"
Emily shook her head, her eyes never leaving his.
"I don't care, Professor. I want you to fuck me so hard, I scream your name loud enough to shatter these windows. I want everyone to know who's making me come."
Shaw's pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring as he took in her words. He looked like a predator ready to pounce, and Emily felt a thrill run through her as she realized she was the prey.
Shaw used every bit of determination and rationality to come up with a plan, "I won't fuck you-"
Emily interrupted, "I'm not leaving without cumming, Professor."
Shaw smirked continuing, "-but I will make you cum, here and now. You'll have to be quiet about it though, can you manage that?"
Emily nodded eagerly, her heart pounding in her chest. The thought of being made to cum by Professor Shaw, silently, in his office, sent shivers down her spine.
Shaw grabbed her hand, the one that had been exploring his cock through his pants, and led her back to the sofa. He pushed her down onto it, her body bouncing slightly with the force of it. He stood over her, his eyes burning into hers.
"what are you going to do to me, Professor?" Emily asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Shaw smirked, "I'm going to take these fingers," he said, holding up his right hand, "and I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll forget your own name."
Emily's pussy clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal surging through her. She could feel her panties soaking through, her yoga pants clinging to her skin.
Shaw knelt down in front of her, his hands gripping her knees and pushing them apart. Emily gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as he revealed her damp yoga pants, the outline of her pussy clearly visible.
Shaw's eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"What a good girl, soaking through your pants for me," he growled, his fingers tracing the damp fabric, following the curve of her pussy. Emily squirmed, her clit throbbing at his touch, her nipples hardening into tight peaks.
"Please, Professor," she whimpered, her eyes locked onto his. "Touch me." She was so turned on, she thought she might cum just from his words.
"Take off your yoga pants, Miss Thompson," he commanded, his voice low and stern.
Emily didn't hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, lifting her hips as she wriggled out of them, revealing her soaking wet panties.
"Fuck, you're a mess, aren't you?" he growled, his fingers tracing the damp fabric, following the curve of her pussy. "Yes, Professor," she whimpered, her eyes locked onto his.
Shaw's eyes darkened as he took in her body, his gaze lingering on her hard nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt, held captive by her lacy bra.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a soft moan, her back arching slightly, pushing her breast further into his hand.
"Professor," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please."
Shaw smirked, his fingers moving to the buttons of her shirt, popping them open one by one, revealing her creamy skin, her heaving chest. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
"do you want me to take off your panties, or do you want to do it yourself?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Emily bit her lip, unwilling to wait another second. She grasped her panties and pulled with all her strength, the fabric tearing as she ripped them off. Shaw's eyes widened at her ferocity, a hungry grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, you're eager, aren't you?" he growled, his hands gripping her thighs, holding them wide open. Emily could feel the cool air hitting her exposed pussy, making her shiver with anticipation.
Shaws cock thrashed like an unattended fire hose in his pants, the outline of his massive dick straining against the fabric.
"Fuck, you're soaking wet," Shaw muttered, his eyes locked onto her pussy. "I can see your little clit, throbbing for attention."
Emily's eyes were laser beams, focused on his fingers as they traced patterns on her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to her pussy. She was trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
"Please, Professor," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me cum."
Shaw smirked, his fingers finally brushing against her swollen lips, parting them gently. Emily gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel him, his fingers exploring her, tracing her folds, teasing her entrance.
"if I had a quarter for every time I have a woman begging for my fingers, I'd be a rich man," Shaw said, his voice a low rumble, his fingers now circling her clit, making her gasp.
"You're a tease, Professor," Emily panted, her hips bucking, chasing his fingers, desperate for more friction.
Shaw chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. "A tease? Me? No, Miss Thompson, I'm just giving you a taste of what's to come." His fingers left her clit, trailing down to her entrance, then plunging inside, making her cry out.
"Shh, quiet," he reminded her, his thumb finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. Emily bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut, trying to muffle her moans.
"how many times have you and Lily talked about this, huh? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have me filling you both up?" Shaw said, his voice deep and dark.
Emily nodded, unable to speak, her body shaking with desire.
The thought of Shaw fucking her and Lily at the same time made her clench her thighs around his hand, trying to draw him deeper inside her.
Shaw chuckled, low and deep, his fingers curling inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her gasp and moan. "That's what I thought," he said, his thumb still circling her clit.
Emily felt like she was on fire, like every nerve in her body was alive and buzzing with pleasure.
Shaw's fingers inside her were relentless, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, and his thumb on her clit was driving her wild.
"Oh, god, Professor," she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. "You're going to make me cum."
Shaw chuckled, "quietly
, Miss Thompson."
He increased the tempo of his fingers, driving them deeper and harder into her, curving them to hit her g-spot. Emily bit down on her hand to suppress her moans, her hips bucking against Shaw's hand in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Oh, fuck, Professor, I'm close," she whispered through gritted teeth.
"Good girl," Shaw murmured, his thumb pressing harder against her clit.
Emily felt the orgasm build inside her, a wave of pleasure that threatened to drown her.
She gripped the arms of the sofa, nails digging into the fabric as her back arched, her hips bucking wildly as she begged, "Fuck, Professor, don't stop."
Shaw, still kneeling between her parted legs, altered the angle of his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside her harder until she cried out, "Oh! Oh, yes, yes!"
Emily yelled as she came, her orgasm slamming into her like a freight train.
Shaw's fingers never missed a beat, milking every last drop of pleasure out of her. Emily shook as if she was having a spasm, her entire body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm.
Shaw gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then slowly pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her feeling empty and vulnerable. His fingers were slick with her arousal, and he brought them to his lips, tasting her.
"if I had a quarter for every woman came on this couch, I'd be a rich man," he said, his voice a low growl, licking his fingers clean.
Emily stared at him, her eyes wide, her heart still racing.
"you taste fucking delicious, Miss Thompson," he said, winking at her.
Emily was still trembling, trying to catch her breath. "That was ... I never...Oh my god," she said between ragged breaths. "Good girl," Shaw murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Now sit up," he commanded. Emily did as she was told, sitting up on the sofa, her legs shaking. Shaw knelt in front of her, his hands grasping the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling them all the way back up to her hips.
The tender flesh of her pussy was still throbbing from her last orgasm, and the rough fabric of her yoga pants against her sensitive skin was almost too much to bear.
"Professor... Please..." Emily begged, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fluttering closed.
He stood up, towering over her, his eyes gleaming with desire, "unfortunately, my office hours are ending soon, Miss Thompson," Shaw said, his voice laced with regret.
Emily pouted, her eyes flickering to the bulge in his pants, "but what about you, Professor? You're still...hard," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shaw smirked, "yes, but I told you, I don't fuck my students in my office."
She stood up, her body pressing against his, her hands reaching for his belt.
"I can't let you leave like this, Professor," she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. "Let me help you with that."
Shaw's grip on her wrists tightened, stopping her. "Miss Thompson, I said no," he growled, his voice laced with warning.
"Please, Professor," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Can I at least see it? I've imagined it so many times."
Shaw hesitated, his grip loosening on her wrists. Emily took it as a sign and began to unbuckle his belt, her fingers deftly working the leather through the buckle. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her, as she tugged the belt free and tossed it aside.
Next, she popped the button on his pants, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from him, could feel the tension in his body as he stood rigid, allowing her to undress him.
She slid the zipper down, her knuckles brushing against the hard length of him, making him suck in a sharp breath. She could see the outline of his cock, straining against his boxers, a wet spot where the tip had leaked pre-cum.
"Fuck, Professor," she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the size of him. "You're...you're huge."
Shaw's only response was a low growl, his hands fisting at his sides as if he was trying to restrain himself.
Emily took that as encouragement and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, long and thick and hard, slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. Emily's eyes widened, her mouth watering at the sight of it. She had never seen anything so big, so perfect.
"Jesus, Professor," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "You're fucking massive."
Shaw's eyes flashed with desire, his chest heaving as he watched her take him in.
"Like what you see, Miss Thompson?" Shaw rasped, his voice thick with desire. Emily nodded, her eyes locked onto his cock, her hand reaching out to wrap around it. Shaw's hips bucked at her touch, a low groan escaping his lips.
"Fuck, your hand feels good," he growled, his eyes closing briefly. Emily could feel the weight of him in her hand, the heat, the velvet softness of his skin stretched tight over the steel-hard length of him. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, her thumb swirling around the head, catching the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.
Her fingers barely met around his girth, and she marveled at the feel of him, so hard and yet so soft. She could feel the pulse of his heartbeat in her hand, could feel the tension in his body as he tried to hold back.
"Fuck, Emily," Shaw groaned, his eyes flickering open to watch her. "That feels so fucking good."
She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the hunger there, the desire that matched her own.
She could feel the vein pulsing beneath her touch, could feel the heat of him, the raw power.
She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, to make him lose control. "Let me suck your cock."
Shaw's eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. "No, we can't here," he said, his voice strained. "You need to leave, now."
Emily, undeterred, squeezed his cock harder, making him groan. "Lily is going to be so jealous when I tell her I got to see and touch your massive cock," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "She's been drooling over you for years, Professor. She's going to be so fucking jealous."
Shaw's eyes flashed with something primal, a hunger that made Emily's pussy clench. "You like that, don't you, Professor?" she said, her voice laced with challenge. "You like the thought of making us both jealous, of making us fight over your cock."
Shaw's breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly, fucking her hand.
Emily could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his self-control.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "You know what Lily and I talk about when we're alone, Professor? We talk about how big your cock is, how it looks during lectures. We imagine what it would feel like to have it inside us, filling us up." Shaw's grip on her wrist tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Emily," he warned, his voice a low growl, but she could hear the desperation in it.
She knew she had him on the edge, and she wasn't ready to let go.
"Tell me, Professor," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Have you ever fantasized about fucking both of us at the same time? About having Lily and me on our knees, taking turns sucking your cock, while the other one rides your face?"
Shaw's breath hitched, his hips bucking sharply, fucking her hand with urgent need. Emily could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, coating her hand, making her grip slick and sticky.
She used it to her advantage, twisting her wrist as she stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, making him groan.
"Fuck, Emily," Shaw growled, his hips moving in rhythm with her hand, fucking it desperately. "You're playing with fire, little girl."
She smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not afraid of getting burned, Professor. Tell me, have you ever had two girls at once? Have you ever had us both begging for your cock, fighting over who gets to ride you first?" Emily's voice was husky, her words sending shivers down Shaw's spine. He could feel his control slipping, his desire for her threatening to consume him.
"Emily," he warned again, but it was clear to both of them that he was hanging on by a thread. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his cock throbbed in her hand, leaking pre-cum all over her fingers.
He was close, so close to losing control, and she was loving every minute of it.
"Tell me, Professor," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to spray your hot load all over my hand while you imagine fucking Lily and me?"
Shaw's breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he fucked her hand, his cock swelling even more in her grip. "Fuck, Emily," he groaned, his voice strained.
He was close, so close to losing control, and she was loving every minute of it.
"Tell me, Professor," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to spray your hot load all over my hand while you imagine fucking Lily and me?"
Shaw's breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he fucked her hand, his cock swelling even more in her grip.
"I bet when you cum, it's like a fucking geyser, isn't it, Professor?" "I bet you fill up a girl's mouth so much, she can't swallow it all."
She pushed further, "I bet when you cum, ropes of hot, thick cum shoot out of your cock, and there's so much of it, it dribbles out of her mouth, down her chin, onto her tits."
Shaw's breath was ragged, his eyes wild, his cock primed and ready to explode. "Jesus, Emily," he groaned, his hips jerking violently as he came, his hot cum spurting out, coating her hand, just like she had described.
It was everywhere, hot and sticky, dripping down her fingers, onto her wrist, even spattering onto her bra. She could feel his cock pulsing in her hand, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
"Fuck, look at that," she whispered, her eyes wide as she watched his cock continue to spurt, his cum covering her hand completely. "You really do cum like a fucking geyser, Professor."
Shaws knees buckled slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto Emily's cum-covered hand. He watched as she brought it to her mouth, slipping her fingers between her lips, sucking off his cum, her eyes never leaving his.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," she moaned, her tongue darting out to lick her lips clean. Shaw's cock twitched at the sight, yet it continued to deflate, spent from the intense orgasm.
The clock on the wall chimed, signaling the end of office hours. Emily, still kneeling, looked up at Shaw, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Well, Professor," she said, her voice laced with innuendo, "that was quite the lesson."
Shaw chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as he tucked himself back into his pants. "Indeed, Miss Thompson. And I do believe you've earned an A for today."
Emily grabbed her blouse from the floor, wiping Shaw's cum off her hand. She grinned at him, "You know, Professor, I thought you were just a stuffy old academic. But you're full of surprises."
Shaw raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? And what about you, Miss Thompson? You're not exactly the innocent little student I thought you were."
Emily shrugged, "Innocence is overrated, Professor." She slipped her blouse back on, leaving it unbuttoned, giving Shaw a clear view of her lacy bra and the swell of her breasts. He watched her, his eyes darkening as she stood up, her yoga pants still damp from her earlier orgasm. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her, and it made her pussy throb.
Shaw cleared his throat, "Well, Miss Thompson, I believe our lesson for today is over." He leaned down and pulled his boxers and pants up, buttoning them back into place. Emily watched him, her eyes lingering on his crotch, still visible through the thin fabric of his pants
Emily pouted, standing up and adjusting her yoga pants, wishing she could feel him inside her.
"until next time, Professor," she said, her voice a low purr. Shaw's eyes flashed with desire, his voice a low growl, "Until next time, Miss Thompson."
As Emily walked out of the office, she could feel Shaw's eyes on her, burning into her, making her feel alive. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she couldn't wait for their next encounter.
But for now, she had some explaining to do. Lily was waiting for her, eager to hear about her office hours with Shaw.
Just before she opened the door to leave, she did up her buttons, leaving the top one undone, a little hint of her lacy bra still visible. She didn't want to arouse suspicion, but she also didn't want to hide what had happened.
She flung the door open, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped out into the hallway.
Her legs just barely
carried her out of Shaw's office, her eyes still glazed over from the intense orgasm he had given her. She could still feel the heat of his fingers inside her, the weight of his cock in her hand, the taste of his cum on her tongue. Her pussy throbbed, still hungry for more, but she knew she had to hold off, at least for now. Lily was waiting for her, and she had a lot to live up to.
As she walked down the hallway, she could feel the dampness between her legs, the sticky residue of Shaw's cum on her fingers.
She needed to tell someone every salacious detail, and Lily was the only one who would understand, who would appreciate the raw, filthy nature of what had just happened.
Emily began the long walk home, replaying every moment in her mind.