Chapter 5: Head of the Class
The sun had barely begun to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, when Emma May decided to pay a visit to her academic advisor, Professor Thompson. She had heard whispers around campus that he was a bit of a secret nymphomaniac, and she was determined to test that theory herself. After all, she had come to college for more than just an education. She wanted to spread her wings, explore new pastures, and if the rumors were true, Professor Thompson was the perfect candidate for her next adventure.
Emma May left her dorm room, her overalls hugging her curves in all the right places.
She could feel the cool air against her skin, her nipples hardening beneath her thin tank top. She strutted across campus, her long, curly red hair bouncing with each step, her eyes scanning the buildings for the one she sought.
She found him in his office, hunched over a pile of papers, his glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
"Emma May," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "What can I do for you?"
She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying with each step.
"I think you know exactly what I'm here for, Professor Thompson," she purred, her voice low and sultry. She placed her hands on the edge of his desk, leaning forward to give him a clear view of the generous cleavage spilling out of her bra-less tank top.
Professor Thompson's eyes flicked down to her chest, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her.
"I...I think there might be some sort of mistake, Emma May," he stammered, his eyes darting between her chest and her face. "I'm sure I can help you with whatever academic issues you're having, but I'm not sure if this is...appropriate."
Emma May smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She lifted one leg slightly, resting her foot on the edge of his desk, giving him a glimpse of her tan thigh and the lacy edge of her panties.
"I don't think there's any mistake, Professor Thompson," she said, her voice a low purr. "I know exactly what I want, and I know you want it too. I've heard the whispers, the rumors about you. I know you're a secret little nympho, just like me."
Professor Thompson's breath hitched again, his eyes flicking down to her exposed thigh before darting back up to her face. "Emma May, I...I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm a professional. I-I shouldn't be having this conversation with you. Especially not here, in my office," Professor Thompson stuttered, his eyes flicking nervously between her face and her body.
Emma May smiled, a slow, sultry smile that promised wicked things. She pushed her tank top down, exposing her large, firm tits with their pink, puckered nipples. "I think you're full of shit, Professor," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I think you're just scared that someone is finally calling you out on your bullshit.
You pretend to be this respectable professor, but we both know you're just a dirty old man in a suit," Emma May said, her voice dripping with disdain.
Professor Thompson's eyes flicked down to her exposed tits, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants, betraying his true feelings.
"I knew you were just a fucking pervert," Emma May taunted, her voice low and sultry. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the bulge in his pants, squeezing and stroking him through the fabric.
"You want this, don't you, Professor? You want to fuck me."
His breath hitched, his eyes locked onto her bare tits. "We...we can't." His voice was breathless, his words a barely audible plea.
Emma May chuckled, her grip tightening on his cock. "Oh, but we can, Professor. We so fucking can. You know you want it. You know you want to bury that big cock of yours in my wet, little pussy."
Professor Thompson groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed. "You may be on to something, young lady".
Professor Thompson said as he reached a hand out to touch Emma May's breast. He traced his fingers around her areola before pinching her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
"Mmm, that feels good," Emma May said as her nipple hardened under his touch.
"You like that, don't you?" Professor Thompson asked as he fondled her other breast.
"Yes, professor. I do," Emma May responded, her voice sultry and breathless.
Emma May reached down and unbuttoned Professor Thompson's pants, revealing his thick, hard cock straining against his boxer briefs.
She slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her thumb rubbing against the slick head. "Fuck, you're big," she groaned, her voice thick with lust.
Professor Thompson groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him, his hips moving in time with her hand. "You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. "I can feel your juices soaking through your panties."
Emma May moaned, her hips moving instinctively against his hand. "I want you to taste me," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
"I want you to eat my fucking pussy, Professor Thompson."
Professor Thompson groaned, his cock twitching in her hand. "You want me to do what, Emma May?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
"You heard me, Professor," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue until I scream your fucking name."
Professor Thompson growled, his eyes locked onto hers. "Get on the desk, Emma May. Now," he commanded.
Emma May smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
She pushed her overalls down, revealing her lacy red thong, which was already soaked with her arousal. She stepped out of her overalls and panties, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She climbed onto the professor's desk, the cold surface contrasting with the heat of her body. She spread her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her pussy, glistening with her juices.
Professor Thompson licked his lips, his eyes locked onto her wet, inviting folds. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs before gently spreading her lips apart.
Emma May gasped as his fingers finally made contact with her clit, rubbing small, tantalizing circles around the sensitive nub.
"Mmm, that feels so good, Professor," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly against his touch.
"You have such a pretty pussy, Emma May," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore her folds with his fingers. "So wet and pink and sweet."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and planted a soft kiss on her clit.
Emma May gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.
"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. "More, Professor. I want more."
Professor Thompson chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Patience, my dear. We have all night."
He trailed kisses up her thighs, his stubble scraping against her sensitive skin. He nipped at her inner thigh, making her giggle and squirm.
"You're a tease, Professor," she panted, her body aching for more. She whined, angling her hips to push her trim, slick pussy closer to him. "Please, Professor. I'm so fucking horny. I need your tongue inside me."
Professor Thompson chuckled, his breath hot on her clit. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?" He flicked his tongue out, lapping at her juices, tasting her sweetness.
Emma May bucked her hips, trying to get more of his tongue inside her. "Come on, Professor. Don't make me beg."
Professor Thompson complied, his tongue delving into her folds, licking and sucking her juices.
Emma May moaned, her hips bucking against his face as he tongued her pussy like a man starved. He lapped at her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. He groaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. "So sweet and tangy."
Emma May whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair as he ate her out like a fucking pro. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as pleasure washed over her.
Professor Thompson's tongue was relentless, flicking and sucking her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Professor. Right there," Emma May begged, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Professor Thompson didn't stop. He doubled his efforts, his tongue fucking her pussy like a man possessed. He thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, and she screamed, her back arching off the desk.
Her nails dug into his scalp, pulling his face closer, urging him to fuck her harder with his tongue.
"Fuck, yes, Professor! Right there! Don't you fucking stop!" Emma May cried out, her hips thrusting against his face, her pussy grinding against his mouth.
Professor Thompson growled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. He began to finger fuck her rapidly, his fingers moving in and out of her with brutal force, his tongue lashing her clit mercilessly.
Emma May could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with anticipation.
The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that she felt like she was going to explode.
"Oh God, Professor Thompson, you're going to make me come," she panted, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Fuck, yes, right there. Don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop."
Professor Thompson grunted against her pussy, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring her to the brink. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing like a river.
He was so turned on, so fucking hard, that he could barely stand it.
The way she was moving against his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth, her juices flowing freely, was driving him wild. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy clenching around his cock. He needed it.
He pulled his face away from her pussy with a wet pop, leaving her whimpering and desperate. He stood up, his hands clutching her hips, his eyes locked onto hers. "Get on your knees, Emma May," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."
Emma May bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with lust.
She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around the base of his cock, her fingers not quite meeting. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with challenge and desire. "Is this what you want, Professor?" she taunted, her voice low and sultry.
Professor Thompson growled, his cock twitching in her hand. "Yes, fuck yes, that's what I want. I want to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.
You want to suck it, don’t you, Emma May? You want to taste my big fucking cock in your mouth?" Professor Thompson's voice was a low growl, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head towards his cock.
Emma May grinned wickedly up at him, her eyes filled with challenge. "Oh, Professor, I want more than just a taste. I want to feel your thick cock sliding down my throat. I want you to fuck my face like the little slut I am." "Fuck, yes.
Just like that. Take it all," Professor Thompson groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he guided her head closer to his cock.
Emma May opened her mouth wide, her tongue flicking out to lick his cockhead, tasting his salty precum. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside before taking him into her mouth, inch by inch, until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
Professor Thompson moaned, his hips moving reflexively, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"Take it deeper, Emma May. I want to feel the back of your throat."
Emma May moaned around his cock, her fingers gripping his thighs for support as she took him deeper. She relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide in until his balls were pressed against her chin.
"Fuck, yes," Professor Thompson growled, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts. "You're so fucking good at this. Such a little cockslut."
Emma May hummed in approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his cock.
Professor Thompson growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Look at me, you little slut," he commanded, his voice harsh with desire. Emma May swallowed him deeper, her eyes watering as she obeyed. He pulled back, his cockhead brushing against her lips before slapping her across the face. "I said, look at me."
Emma May gasped, her eyes flying open. A thin string of saliva connected her lip to his shaft. She licked it off, her eyes locked onto his. "Sorry, Professor," she said, her voice hoarse. "I'm just so fucking eager."
Professor Thompson grinned wickedly, his cock twitching in her hand. "Good girl," he said, a note of approval in his voice.
"Now, open your mouth wide." Emma May did as she was told, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue. Professor Thompson thrust his hips forward, slapping her across the face with his thick, hard cock. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the small office, and Emma May's eyes watered slightly at the force of the impact. She looked up at him, a mix of shock and desire in her eyes. "Fuck, that feels good," she said, her voice breathless. "Do it again, Professor. Slap me with your cock." Professor Thompson grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "You like that, don't you, my little slut?" he growled, his hands gripping her hair tighter. "You like being used for my pleasure." He thrust his hips forward again, slapping her face with his cock, the wet sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
Emma May's eyes watered, but she opened her mouth wider, eagerly inviting his next thrust. He didn't disappoint. He rammed his cock deep into her throat, filling her completely, choking her with his girth. She gagged, her eyes bulging, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. But she didn't pull back. She just looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, a mix of pain and pleasure in her gaze.
"Fuck, you're so big," she gasped around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She relaxed her throat, trying to accommodate his size, trying to take more of him. She wanted to please him, to show him how much she wanted this. How much she wanted him." Professor Thompson groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts.
He could feel her throat muscles clenching around his cock, her saliva dripping down her chin, her pussy dripping with desire. "Fuck, you're so wet, Emma May," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel your fucking juices dripping down your thighs." He pulled back abruptly, his cockhead popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. "Turn around, Emma May. Bend over the desk. I want to fuck that wet little pussy of yours." Emma May complied eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation. She turned around, her ass facing him, and bent over the desk, her breasts pressed against the cold surface. She spread her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her dripping pussy, her juices glistening in the dim light of the office.
Professor Thompson stepped behind her, his cock twitching in anticipation. He admired the sight of her ass, round and firm, begging to be touched, spanked, fucked. He couldn't resist. He reached out, his hand connecting with her flesh with a loud smack.
Emma May gasped, her body jolting forward at the impact. She pressed her forehead against the desk, her hands gripping the edge for support. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise but also with desire. "Fuck, Professor," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "That felt so good."
Professor Thompson grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with need. He loved the way her ass reddened under his hand, the way she squirmed and moaned with each smack.
He couldn't wait to see that same reaction when he fucked her hard from behind. He gripped her hips, his cockhead teasing her entrance, before thrusting inside her with one powerful stroke.
Emma May cried out, her hands gripping the desk tighter as he filled her completely. "Fuck, Professor, you're so big," she gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He pulled back slightly before slamming into her again, his hips moving in hard, fast thrusts.
Professor Thompson grunted with each stroke, his body slapping against hers. "You like that, don't you, Emma May? You like feeling my big cock stretching your tight little pussy?"
Emma May whimpered, her eyes closed, her body tensing with each powerful thrust. "Yes, Professor. Fuck yes.
Take it all," Professor Thompson growled, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts. "You're such a good girl, taking my big cock like that. Now, hold on tight, baby girl." He pulled back abruptly, leaving Emma May empty and aching. She whimpered, looking back at him over her shoulder, confusion and desperation in her eyes. But he didn't give her time to protest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her to the desk, and raised his free hand high in the air. Then he brought it down hard on her ass, the smack echoing through the office. Emma May yelped, her body jerking forward at the impact, her hands clenching the edge of the desk. He spanked her again, harder this time, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
Emma May screamed, her body jerking forward with the force of the blow. Professor Thompson chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you, Emma May?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as he rubbed the sting away. "You like being my little slut, don't you? Begging for my cock, begging for my hand on your ass."
"Yes, Professor," Emma May gasped, her body trembling with desire. "I do. I love it."
Professor Thompson chuckled again, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust into her, harder and faster than before. Emma May screamed, her voice echoing through the office as he pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
"That's it, baby girl," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Take that cock like the little slut you are. Fuck me harder, Emma May. Show me how much you want it."
Emma May screamed, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. "Fuck me harder, Professor!" she moaned, her voice guttural and raw with need. "I want it all.
Every inch of that big cock, Professor Thompson," Emma May gasped, her body reeling from the relentless pounding. She pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, desperate to feel him deeper.
In response, he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly. He then slapped her hard across the face with his cock, the wet sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. Emma May's eyes widened in shock, her lips parting as he did it again, even harder this time. She let out a gasp, her body trembling from the unexpected sensation.
"You want it all, do you?" Professor Thompson growled, his eyes dark with lust. "You want to take every inch of my cock like the little slut you are?
You want to feel it deep inside you, fucking you raw?" Professor Thompson panted, his hips moving in brutal thrusts that made Emma May's breasts bounce against the desk. "Tell me how much you want it, Emma May. Tell me how much you need it."
Emma May moaned, her body on fire with desire. "Yes, Professor Thompson. I want it. I need it. I want to feel your big cock deep inside me, fucking me hard. I want you to fill me up, to make me come all over your dick. Please, Professor, fuck me harder.
Fill that fucking pussy with your big cock," Emma May begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to treat me like the little slut I am."
Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. "You're such a fucking tease, Emma May," he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You want it hard, do you? You want me to fucking use you?"
"Yes, please, Professor. Use me. Fuck me hard.
Make me your little fuck doll," Emma May begged, her voice a raw, desperate plea. Professor Thompson snarled, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled her head back further, exposing her neck to his hungry mouth. He leaned down and bit her, hard, his teeth sinking into her flesh as he pounded into her from behind.
Emma May screamed, the pain and pleasure mixing and driving her wild. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as electric shocks of pleasure coursed through her.
"Fuck, yes, Professor Thompson. Bite me.
Fuck me. Use me,” Emma May chanted, her voice a raw, desperate plea. Her body tensed, every muscle clenching as Professor Thompson's cock slammed into her with brutal force. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was almost unbearable. "Fuck, Professor Thompson, I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the desk. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as the pressure built. And then, with a final, violent thrust, Emma May exploded. She screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body tensed and then released, her pussy clamping down on Professor Thompson's cock as she came harder than she ever had before.
Juices gushed from her, soaking the desk, the floor, and Professor Thompson's cock.
He groaned, his hips slowing, as he felt the tight squeeze of her orgasm. Then, with one final thrust, he pulled out of her pussy, his cock glistening with her juices.
Within seconds, he was behind her again, his cockhead teasing her lips. "Open up, Emma May," he growled, his voice raw with need. "I want to feel that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock again."
Emma May complied eagerly, her lips parting to allow him entry. He slipped easily inside, her saliva and her own juices making her mouth slick and wet. He groaned, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with ease.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he moaned, his hands gripping her hair, holding her head still.
He began to thrust his hips harder, fucking her mouth with increasing force. "Take it all, Emma May. Take every inch of my cock. You want it all, don't you, you little slut?"
Emma May gagged slightly, her eyes watering as he filled her mouth completely. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs for support. "Yes, Professor," she managed to gasp around his cock. Fuck my face, Professor Thompson." He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming against the back of her throat. "That's it, baby girl," he grunted. "Take it like a good little slut.
Take my cock like you know you can," Professor Thompson growled, his hips thrusting faster, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. Emma May moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her gag reflex kicking in. She swallowed hard, trying to relax her throat, trying to take more of him. How much she wanted him.
As he continued to fuck her face, she could feel her pussy clenching again, the memory of his cock inside her too fresh to ignore. She wanted him again, wanted to feel that fullness, that burn. But for now, she was his to use, his to fuck, his to pleasure.
And goddamn, she was going to make him pleasure. She reached back, her hand finding his heavy, slick balls, cupping them gently. Professor Thompson groaned, his hips stuttering at the sudden contact. "Fuck, that feels good," he grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Play with them, Emma May. Show me how much you want them, how much you want my cum."
Emma May complied, her fingers rolling his balls gently in her hand. She could feel them tighten in response, and she knew he was close. She wanted him to come, wanted to swallow every drop of his cum. She wanted to prove to him that she could take it all, that she was the best fucking blowjob he'd ever had.
She increased the pressure slightly, her fingers squeezing his balls gently, and he moaned, his cock twitching in her mouth.
Taking that as a signal, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his girth.
"Fuck, yes," Professor Thompson groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "That's it, Emma May. Take it all. Take every fucking inch of my cock like a good little slut."
Her eyes watered more, but she didn't let up. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, mixed with her own juices, and it turned her on even more. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his shaft.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he panted, his body tensing as she took him deeper.
"I'm going to come, Emma May. I'm going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my cum." Emma May moaned in response, her throat working overtime to take him deeper, her hand still gently rolling his balls in her palm. Professor Thompson's hips jerked, his cock twitching as he came with a roar, his hot, salty cum filling her mouth. Emma May swallowed reflexively at first, taking in as much of his load as she could. But soon, she found herself pulling back, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, as she swallowed the rest of his cum, her throat working to process the thick liquid.
Without missing a beat, she reached up, her hand cupping her right breast, and spat his cum onto her tit.
Looking up at him with a wicked grin, she leaned down and began to lick it off, her tongue swirling against her skin.
Professor Thompson watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his cock still twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Her tongue, moving against her skin, was a sight that pushed him to the edge of desperate need again. "Fuck, Emma May," he growled, his voice hoarse. "You are a fucking sight to behold." He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back up. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Emma May obeyed, her eyes locking onto his. He grabbed her wrist, his hand still slick with his cum, and brought it to his mouth. She watched, her heart pounding, as he licked his own cum off her hand, his tongue swirling against her skin.
"Taste it," he ordered, his voice hoarse. Emma May hesitated for a moment before leaning in, her tongue darting out to lick the remnants of his cum off her hand.
Professor Thompson watched, his eyes darkening with lust as she tasted herself on him.
"That's it, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Taste that cum. Taste yourself on my cock."
Emma May moaned softly, her eyes locked onto his as she licked him clean. She could taste the saltiness of his cum, mixed with her own sweetness. It was a filthy, decadent taste that sent shivers down her spine.
"Fuck, that's so fucking hot," Professor Thompson groaned, his cock twitching as he watched her.
"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? Licking my cum off your hand like a fucking champ."
Emma May looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with desire. "I am a dirty little slut, Professor," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "And I fucking love it."
She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick a stray drop of cum from the corner of his mouth. "Mmm, I want more," she moaned. "I want to taste your cum again."
Professor Thompson grabbed her by the hair, tugging her head back roughly.
"You want more, filthy girl?" He growled, his eyes dark with lust. "Get on the desk, on your back."
Emma May complied quickly, her body eager for more. She laid back on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. Professor Thompson stepped between her legs, his cock already hard again, standing proud and ready. He grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs up and placing them on his shoulders.
"Spread those pretty little lips for me, Emma May. Let me see that wet cunt of yours."
Emma May did as she was told, her fingers spreading her labia, revealing her glistening pussy, tuft of red hair matted with her juices. Professor Thompson groaned, his eyes locked onto her slick folds. "Fucking beautiful, Emma May. You have such a perfect fucking pussy."
He dropped to his knees, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and planted a soft, wet kiss on her clit.
Emma May gasped, her back arching off the desk at the sudden contact. "Oh, fuck yes, Professor," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you, my little slut?
You like feeling my tongue on your pretty little clit," Professor Thompson murmured, his voice thick with desire as he lapped at her juices, tasting her sweetness.
Emma May moaned, her hips bucking slightly against his face, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk for support. Fuck yes, I do," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need.
Professor Thompson chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through her body. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place.
He began to lick her pussy like a man starved, his tongue flicking her clit rapidly, before slipping lower to plunge inside her. He fucked her with his tongue, making her moan and writhe on the desk. He could taste her arousal, her juices coating his face as he devoured her. He was relentless, his tongue never stopping as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, yes," Emma May cried out, her voice raw with need. "Don't stop, Professor.
He didn't. He couldn't.
He thrust his tongue deeper inside her, his nose pressing against her clit, and began to suck. Emma May screamed, her hips bucking off the desk as electric shocks of pleasure coursed through her body.
"Holy fuck, yes! Right there!" she moaned, her hands fisting the edge of the desk. "Suck my clit, Professor. Suck it hard."
Professor Thompson obliged, his lips and tongue working her clit in rhythmic pulses. He could feel her muscles tensing, her juices flowing like a river.
He was drenched in her, his face covered in her sweet, tangy essence. He groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. He increased the pressure, his lips and tongue working her clit in rapid succession.
"Fuck, I can feel it, Professor. I'm so close," Emma May gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. Her hips thrust against his face, her fingers gripping his hair for support. Please, don't stop."
Professor Thompson didn't. He couldn't. He was going to make her come, and he was going to do it with his mouth.
He increased his pace, sucking and flicking her clit with quick, precise movements, his nose rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Emma May's breath hitched, her body tensing as she approached the edge.
"Fuck, yes, right there, Professor," she moaned, her voice hoarse with need.
Professor Thompson grunted in response, his tongue working her clit. He felt her muscles clench, her juices flowing like a river, and he knew she was close. He wanted to taste every last drop of her, wanted to feel her come all over his face. With a final, brutal thrust of his tongue, he brought her over the edge.
Emma May's back arched off the desk, her hands clawing at the wood as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. "Fuck!" she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. He could feel her juices spilling out, coating his chin and cheeks, and he lapped up every last drop, his tongue working furiously to milk her for all she was worth.
He continued to suck on her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible, until her body finally went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Emma May lay there, her legs still shaking, her chest heaving with each breath. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust and hunger. "Fuck, that was incredible," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "But I'm not done yet, Professor.
Professor Thompson grinned up at her, his face glistening with her juices. He stood up, his cock standing proud and hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the desk, her ass hanging over the edge. He wasted no time, positioning his cock at her entrance before slamming into her with one brutal thrust.
Emma May screamed, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as he filled her completely. "Fuck, you're so big," she gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Professor Thompson growled, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts.
"You like it rough, don't you, Emma May?" he snarled, his hands gripping her thighs tightly.
Emma May moaned, her back arching off the desk, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Fuck yes, Professor. I love it rough. Fuck me harder. Make me feel it," she begged, her voice raw with desire.
Professor Thompson smirked, his cock twitching at her words. He loved hearing the filthy things that came out of her mouth.
"You want it rough, you say? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?" He asked, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with bruising force. I want it all. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Like you want to hurt me," Emma May moaned, her body moving in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with her own.
Professor Thompson growled, his fingers digging into her thighs, his hips moving faster, harder. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing with each powerful thrust.
"You want it?
You want me to fuck you like you deserve it?" Professor Thompson snarled, his hips moving like a piston, his cock pounding into her with brutal force. Emma May could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. "Yes, fucking make me feel it," she begged, her voice raw with desire. "Make me pay for being such a filthy little slut."
Professor Thompson's grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.
"You want to be punished?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You want me to treat you like the little slut you are?"
Emma May's eyes widened at the intensity in his voice, but she didn't back down. She met his gaze head-on, her own eyes filled with challenge. "I deserve it."
Professor Thompson's hand left her thigh, only to come crashing down on her ass with a resounding smack. Emma May cried out, the sudden pain making her back arch off the desk.
Professor Thompson grinned, his cock twitching at the sound of her cry. He loved the way her flesh reddened under his hand, the way she squirmed and moaned with each smack. He knew she loved it too, despite her initial surprise.
"Fuck, that stings," she gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. "Harder this time."
Professor Thompson obliged, his hand coming down on her ass with even more force. The smack echoed through the room, and Emma May moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Professor Thompson could feel her muscles contracting, milking his cock, begging for more. He hit her again, this time on the other cheek, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the air.
"Fuck, yes," Emma May groaned, her hips thrusting up to meet his hand. "Give me more, Professor. I want to feel your hand on my ass while you fuck me."
Professor Thompson growled, his cock throbbing inside her as he obliged, his hand coming down on her ass repeatedly, each smack harder than the last. He watched as her skin turned a beautiful shade of red, her flesh marking under his touch.
Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with each hit, her pussy squeezing his cock tighter. He could feel her wetness dripping down his shaft, coating his balls. He groaned, thrusting into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hips moving like a jackhammer, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. "Look at that ass, all red and marked. You look so fucking hot taking my cock and my hand," Professor Thompson said, his voice hoarse with desire as he continued to spank her. Emma May's ass was bright red, and her pussy was dripping with her arousal. He could feel her nails digging into his back as she held on for dear life.
"Fuck, Professor, your cock feels so good inside me," Emma May moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. "I want you to fuck me harder. Deeper."
Professor Thompson growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to slam into her with all his might.
"You want it deep, you fucking little slut?" he snarled, his cock filling her completely with each brutal thrust. "You want me to fuck you like you belong to me?" "Yes, Professor! Fuck me harder! Make me yours!" she begged, her voice hoarse with desperation.
Professor Thompson smirked, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with savage force. He could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, her juices flowing like a river.
Her moans and cries filled the room, her nails digging into his back, her body writhing beneath him. He was close, so fucking close. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight.
"Fuck, Emma May, you feel so fucking good," he groaned. "Your tight little pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock. You're so fucking wet, so fucking hot. I can feel your juices dripping down my balls. I'm going to come, Emma May. I'm going to fill that tight little cunt with my cum. You want that, don't you?
You want to feel my cock filling your cunt up with my hot cum?" Professor Thompson grunted, his body tensing as pleasure built in his groin. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with increasing fervor.
Emma May thrashed beneath him, her nails clawing at his back, her eyes wide with lust and desire. "Yes, fucking yes! Fill me up, Professor. I want to feel your cock pumping hot cum inside me. I want you to come all over my cunt, to fill me up with your fucking load."
Hearing her dirty talk pushed Professor Thompson over the edge.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. He groaned, his hips jerking as ropes of hot, thick cum shot into her, filling her completely. He could feel her pussy clamping down on his cock, her muscles milking him for every last drop.
Emma May screamed beneath him, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him come. Her back arched off the desk, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing with her release.
Professor Thompson panted, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her, his cock twitching with each spurt of cum. He could feel her juices mingling with his, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
As his orgasm subsided, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Emma May looked down at the mess between her legs, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Fuck, that was hot," she said, her voice breathless.
Professor Thompson chuckled, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
He reached down and scooped up some of the mess between Emma May's legs with his fingers. He brought his hand to her mouth, pressing his cum and her juices against her lips.
"Lick it off, Emma May," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Taste what we made together."
Emma May obeyed, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean. She moaned softly, the taste of their combined juices pushing her over the edge again. She could feel her pussy clenching, her body desperate for more.
She wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking them clean, her tongue swirling around the digits to ensure she got every last drop of their combined essence. The taste was intoxicating, a mixture of sweet and salty that pushed her to the edge once more.
Professor Thompson watched as she licked his fingers clean, his cock twitching in anticipation. He loved the sight of her, so eager, so hungry for more. He pulled his fingers from her mouth with a pop and wiped them on her breast, smearing their combined juices across her skin.
"Fuck, you look good like that," he growled, his voice thick with lust.