Chapter 1: Introduction
The chalkboard squeaked as Professor Valentino Russo wrote with practiced ease, his chiseled jaw set in concentration. The classroom was filled with the low hum of students shuffling papers and the scratch of pens on notebooks, but his voice cut through it all, deep and resonant.
"And so, we arrive at the fall of the Roman Empire," he said, turning to face the class. His eyes, like liquid obsidian, scanned the room, settling briefly on each student before moving on. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered and impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that accentuated his lean frame.
His hair, as dark as his eyes, was swept back, giving him an air of sophistication that was both intimidating and alluring. A silver tie pin, a small eagle with outstretched wings, was the only splash of color against his crisp white shirt. It was a simple accessory, but it spoke volumes about the man who wore it - understated, yet undeniably powerful.
Kyndal, sitting in the third row, felt her heart skip a beat as he looked at her. She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing pink.
Kyndal was no stranger to attention, her ample curves and light brown hair drawing plenty of it, but there was something different about the way Professor Russo looked at her. It was as if he could see right through her, reading her like one of the history books he so effortlessly taught from.
Next to her, her friend and fellow history enthusiast, Jamie, leaned in. "He's got that 'intense professor' thing down pat, doesn't he?" she whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Kyndal nodded, her lips pressed together to suppress a smile. "You mean the 'I could eat you alive' look?" she whispered back, fanning herself dramatically.
"I mean, I've had professors who were hot, but this guy... he's like a walking, talking history lesson."
Kyndal chuckled softly, her eyes flicking back to the professor. He was now at the front of the class, his hands gesturing as he spoke about the political intrigue and power struggles that had led to the fall of the Roman Empire. His voice was like velvet, smooth and rich, and Kyndal found herself getting lost in his words.
"Valens and Theodosius," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned against the lectern.
"Two emperors, one empire, and a power struggle that would change the course of history forever." He paused, his eyes scanning the room, and Kyndal felt a shiver run down her spine as his gaze lingered on her. "But that's a story for another time," he said, straightening up and turning back to the board.
The class continued, the professor's voice filling the room as he wrote equations and dates on the board. Kyndal tried to focus, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to Professor Russo than just a charming professor.
There was a certain intensity about him, a darkness that seemed to lurk just beneath the surface. It was as if he was a man of many secrets, and Kyndal found herself drawn to the mystery of it all.
As the class came to a close, Professor Russo began to pack up his things. The room was filled with the sound of students gathering their belongings and chattering amongst themselves. Kyndal, however, remained seated, her eyes fixed on the professor as he straightened his tie and adjusted his jacket.
"Professor Russo," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you have a moment?"
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers.
There was a moment of silence, a beat of anticipation, before he nodded. "Of course, Kyndal. What can I do for you?"
Kyndal felt a jolt at the sound of her name on his lips. She stood up, gathering her notebook and pen, and walked towards him. "I was wondering if you could clarify something from today's lecture," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
He raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oh, really? And here I thought you were just looking for an excuse to talk to me."
Kyndal felt her cheeks flush, but she held his gaze.
"Well, maybe I was," she admitted, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I also genuinely want to understand this stuff. History's always been my thing, you know?"
Professor Russo's smile widened, and he gestured to the desk next to him. "Have a seat, Kyndal. Let's see what we can clarify for you."
She sat down, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and it was intoxicating. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Okay, so you were talking about the Tetrarchy, right?
The division of the Roman Empire into four parts," Kyndal said, pulling out her notebook and flipping to a blank page.
Professor Russo nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Exactly. The Tetrarchy was a political system created by Emperor Diocletian in 284 AD. It was designed to divide the empire into four parts, each ruled by a co-emperor, to prevent any single ruler from becoming too powerful."
Kyndal nodded, her pen poised over the page. "So, Valens and Theodosius were part of this system?"
"Indeed," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. I stared at him for a second , his dark eyes holding me captive. "But that's not what you're really here to ask me about, is it, Kyndal?"
I felt a jolt at the sound of my name, the way he said it, like a secret shared between us. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. "What do you mean?"
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're a bright girl, Kyndal. You could have asked any of your classmates about the Tetrarchy. But you chose to ask me."
I felt my cheeks flush, but I held his gaze.
"Maybe I just wanted to talk to you," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Is that so hard to believe?"
He chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Not at all, Kyndal. But I must admit, you're not like the other students. There's something different about you."
I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. And what makes you say that?"
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You have a certain... curiosity about you. A hunger for knowledge that goes beyond just passing a test.
It's like you're looking for something more, something deeper. And I find that... intriguing."
Kyndal felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had always been curious, always seeking to understand the world around her, but she had never thought of it as something that would catch the attention of a man like Professor Russo. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "And what exactly do you think I'm looking for, Professor?"
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I don't know, Kyndal.
Maybe it's the way you ask questions, the way you challenge me. It's not just about the history, is it? There's something more, something you're not telling me."
Kyndal felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks. She had always been an open book, her emotions and thoughts laid bare for anyone to see. But with Professor Russo, she felt a strange desire to keep some things hidden, to hold back and see where this conversation would lead. "Maybe it's just the way you teach," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "You make history come alive in a way that no other professor has. I walked up to him and grabbed on his tie , pulling him closer to me. I could feel his breath on my face, his eyes locked onto mine. "And what about you, Professor? What are you looking for?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This was Professor Russo, I reminded myself. He was off-limits, and I needed to keep my head in the game.
We entered the sex education classroom, a stark contrast to the sterile history classroom. The walls were adorned with posters of the human body, labeled diagrams of reproductive systems, and colorful charts about safe sex practices. The room was filled with a mix of giggles and nervous chatter as students found their seats.
Professor Russo took his place at the front of the room, his eyes scanning the students. "Alright, everyone," he began, his voice commanding yet approachable. "Wait professor you have to demonstrate with someone" I said reading off the necessary rules on the board. He looked at me and smirked "Well Kyndal, I guess you're volunteering then" he said. I felt my cheeks flush but I stood up and walked to the front of the class. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me, but I kept my gaze fixed on Professor Russo. He was watching me, a small smile playing on his lips, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
"Now, Kyndal," he said, turning to the board and picking up a marker. "Let's start with the basics. Can you tell me what this is?" He drew a simple diagram of a female reproductive system on the board.
"This, my dear class, is the female anatomy. Now, Kyndal, could you please come up here and help me label the parts?"
I felt a jolt at the request, but I walked up to the board, my heart pounding in my chest. I picked up a marker, my hand slightly trembling as I reached out to touch the diagram. I could feel Professor Russo's gaze on me, intense and unyielding.
"Alright, let's start with the obvious," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. I wrote 'Ovary' next to the small almond-shaped organs at the top of the diagram.
Professor Russo nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Excellent. And what about this?" He pointed to a small, bean-shaped structure connected to the uterus by a thin tube.
"That's the Fallopian tube," I said, writing the words next to the diagram. "And what happens when an egg is released from the ovary and travels down this tube?" he asked, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
I felt a flush of heat spread across my cheeks as I realized what he was asking. "Um, well, if the egg is fertilized by a sperm, it can implant itself in the uterus and begin to grow into an embryo," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "And we have to demonstrate sex to the class" professor said smirking . The class erupted in giggles and whispers, and I could feel my cheeks growing hotter by the second. I looked at Professor Russo, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Well, Kyndal, it seems we have a bit of a predicament," he said, his voice low and smooth. "It appears we must demonstrate the act of intercourse for the class to fully understand the process who would like to volunteer" he asked and a bunch of females raised their hands but I stayed on the side . "Kyndal, would you like to volunteer?" he asked and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at him, his dark eyes boring into mine, and I knew I couldn't refuse. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Professor." and told me to lay on the bed and I did . He walked over to me, his eyes never leaving mine. He was so close now, I could feel his breath on my face, his body heat radiating against mine. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.
"Now, Kyndal," he said, his voice low and husky. "We're going to demonstrate the mechanics of it, nothing too... intimate." He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yet."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on us, but all I could focus on was Professor Russo.
He was so close, his face inches from mine, his body hovering over me. I could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation, and I knew that this was going to be a demonstration that none of us would forget.
"Now, Kyndal," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I want you to imagine that we're in a... different situation. A situation where you want me, and I want you."
I felt a jolt at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the heat spreading through my body, my cheeks flushing pink. I nodded, my voice barely audible.
"Okay."
He leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "Now, imagine that I'm kissing you. Slowly, gently, like this." His lips brushed against mine, a soft, feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I felt my breath hitch, my heart pounding in my chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips.
I gasped, my body arching against his as he pulled away, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now, imagine that I'm touching you. Here." He reached out, his fingers gently grazing the side of my breast, sending a wave of heat through me.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan as he continued to touch me, his fingers tracing the curve of my body, exploring every inch of me with a tenderness that was both intoxicating and maddening.
I could feel the eyes of my classmates on us, their whispers and giggles filling the room, but all I could focus on was Professor Russo. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he continued to explore my body, his fingers tracing the curves and contours of my flesh.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, "Now, imagine that I'm inside you.
Slowly, filling you up, inch by inch." His voice was like velvet, smooth and rich, and I could feel my body responding to his words, my breath coming in short gasps as I imagined him inside me.
I could feel the heat building between my legs, my heart pounding in my chest as he continued to touch me, his fingers tracing circles on my skin.
He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning in them.
"Imagine that I'm moving inside you, slowly, gently, like this." He shifted his hips, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat of him through his pants.
I gasped, my body arching against his as he continued to move, his hips grinding against mine. I could feel the friction, the heat, and it was intoxicating. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan as he continued to move, his body pressing against mine, his fingers tracing circles on my skin.
I could feel the heat building between my legs, my heart pounding in my chest as I imagined him inside me, moving slowly, gently, filling me up.
Professor Russo's eyes were locked onto mine, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, "Now, imagine that I'm pounding you" he said and started to move faster and harder, his hips slamming against mine. I gasped, my body arching against his, my fingers digging into his back as I held on for dear life. The class was silent, their eyes wide with shock and excitement as they watched us, their breaths coming in short gasps.
I could feel the tension building inside me, my body coiling like a spring ready to snap. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan as he continued to move, his body slamming against mine, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Come for me, Kyndal," he growled, his voice low and commanding. " "AHHHH MR RUSSOOOOO"
I screamed as I came, my body convulsing beneath him. He pulled out, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at me, a satisfied smile on his face. "Well, that was... educational," he said, his voice filled with amusement. I lay there, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on us, their whispers and giggles filling the room. I looked up at Professor Russo, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and I knew that this was a demonstration that none of us would ever forget. I panted , trying to catch my breath, as he stood up and adjusted his clothes, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Well, class," he said, turning to face the room, "I think that was a rather... vivid demonstration of the mechanics of intercourse. Any questions?"
The room was silent for a moment, the students still recovering from the shock of what they had just witnessed. Then, slowly, hands began to rise.
"Professor Russo," a brave soul finally spoke up, "was that... necessary?"
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Was what necessary, Miss...?"
"Johnson," she supplied, her cheeks flushing pink. I was about to walk out the class but professor russo stopped me .
"Kyndal, a word please," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him dismiss the rest of the class. Once the room was empty, he turned to me, his eyes intense and unreadable.
"Kyndal, what just happened here was... unconventional, to say the least," he began, his voice measured and calm. I felt a flush of heat spread across my cheeks as I realized the implications of what we had just done.
"I'm sorry, Professor," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I just...
got caught up in the moment," I finished, my eyes cast downwards, unable to meet his gaze.
Professor Russo was silent for a moment, and I could feel the weight of his stare, the tension in the room palpable. Then, he sighed, and I heard the scrape of a chair as he sat down on the edge of his desk, his body turned towards me.
"Kyndal," he began, his voice soft yet firm. "Look at me." I didn't and he tilted my chin up
with his fingers. "Kyndal, I'm not upset with you. I'm not even going to pretend that I didn't enjoy that demonstration as much as you did. But we have to be careful. You're my student, and I'm your professor. We can't just... act on our impulses like that again."
I nodded, his words sinking in. "I understand, Professor. I won't let it happen again."
He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Good. Because I have a feeling that you and I have a lot to explore together, but it has to be done carefully and discreetly."
I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.
"What do you mean, Professor? What do we have to explore together?"
He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. You know that history is more than just dates and events. It's about the people, the power dynamics, the secrets that shape our world. And I have a feeling that you're interested in more than just the surface level."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at the intensity of his gaze. "I am," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to understand the why behind the what."
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. And I can help you with that.
But it's going to require trust, Kyndal. Trust that I know what I'm doing, and that I have your best interests at heart. Can you give me that?"
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. But all I saw was sincerity and a depth of knowledge that both excited and intimidated me. "Yes," I said, my voice steady. "I trust you." Then let's start with something simple. Have you ever heard of the Venetian Secret Service?"
I shook my head, my curiosity piqued.
"The Venetian Secret Service? Isn't that just a fancy name for spies?"
Professor Russo chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Not quite, Kyndal. The Venetian Secret Service, or the Council of Ten, was a powerful political institution in the Venetian Republic. They were responsible for maintaining the security and stability of the state, and they had the power to investigate and punish any threats to the government."
I leaned in, my eyes wide with interest. "That sounds... intense. What does that have to do with us?"
He held my gaze, his expression serious. "Everything, Kyndal.
You see, the Council of Ten was known for its secrecy and ruthlessness. They operated in the shadows, pulling strings and manipulating events from behind the scenes. And that's exactly what I do."
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "You mean... you're part of something like that? Here, at the university?" "Something like that. I have access to information, Kyndal. Information that could change the course of history. And I use that information to protect those who can't protect themselves."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through my veins.
"So, you're telling me that you're some kind of... undercover agent?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Professor Russo chuckled, a low sound that sent a jolt of electricity through me. "Something like that, Kyndal. But I prefer to think of myself as a... facilitator. I facilitate the flow of information, ensure that it gets into the right hands."
I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing. "And what does that have to do with me?" "I think you have a unique perspective, Kyndal. You're not afraid to ask questions, to challenge the status quo.
And I think you could be an asset to my... operation. But it's going to require discretion, Kyndal. You can't go around asking questions about the Venetian Secret Service or the Council of Ten. You have to be subtle, careful. Can you do that?"
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "I can be subtle," I said, my voice steady. "I'm good at keeping secrets."
Professor Russo smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I know you are, Kyndal. That's why I'm offering you this opportunity. But it's not just about the information. It's about the people. The connections.
The power dynamics. The secrets that shape our world. And I want you to be a part of it, Kyndal. But you have to understand, this isn't a game. It's dangerous. There are people out there who would do anything to protect their secrets, to maintain their power. And if they find out that you're involved, that you're asking the wrong questions, they won't hesitate to eliminate you."
I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, but I also felt a spark of determination. I wanted to be a part of this, whatever it was. I wanted to understand the why behind the what, to see the strings that were being pulled from behind the scenes. Professor stared at my boobs that were showing out of my top . "I'm not sure if you're ready for this, Kyndal. It's a dangerous game we're playing here."
I felt a surge of defiance. "I'm not afraid, Professor. I want to know the truth. I want to understand." "Alright, then. Let's start with something simple.
Professor chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Alright, Kyndal. Have you ever heard of the Doge's Palace?" "The Doge's Palace? Isn't that just a fancy building in Venice?"
Professor Russo leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, it's much more than that, Kyndal. The Doge's Palace was the residence of the Doge of Venice, the head of state, as well as the seat of government. But it's also a treasure trove of art and history, a testament to the power and wealth of the Venetian Republic." He stared at my titties that were showing at the top of my shirt and licked his lips and said "You know, Kyndal, there's a secret room in the Doge's Palace. A room that's not open to the public. A room that contains some of the most... intimate secrets of the Venetian nobility." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the intensity of his gaze, at the promise of something forbidden and exciting. "What kind of secrets, Professor?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky. "The kind of secrets that would make your blush, Kyndal. The kind of secrets that involve...
fucking, Kyndal. Raw, uninhibited fucking. It's a room filled with the echoes of centuries of desire and power, a place where the boundaries of morality and decency are pushed to their limits. And I want to take you there, Kyndal. I want to show you the truth behind the facade, the reality that lies beneath the surface of history."
I felt a jolt of excitement at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to see this secret room, to understand the truth behind the facade. But I also felt a sense of trepidation, a fear of what I might find. He stares at my titties and licks his lips then says "If I could latch onto you tit and suck it" he said and I felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of him sucking on my nipples. "Can I?" he asked , his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto mine. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. He leaned in, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped, my back arching as he leaned down, his mouth closing around one of my nipples, sucking it in, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.
"Fuck, Professor," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he continued to suck and lick, his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts. "MMMM YESS" I hissed as he bit down gently on my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.
He pulled back, his eyes dark and intense, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, don't you, Kyndal? You like it when I bite down on your sensitive little nipples."
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Professor. I fucking love it."
Then the principal Mr. Liam called me to his office and said "Kyndal, I've had a complaint about your behavior in Professor Russo's class. He says you were... inappropriate." He looked at me, his eyes stern and disapproving. "I'm sorry, Mr. Liam," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "I didn't mean for anything to happen. It just... did." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I believe you, Kyndal. But we can't have this kind of behavior in our school. Professor Russo has offered a solution, though. He wants to tutor you after school, to help you understand the material better. And he thinks it would be best if you were to... apologize to him.
I'm sorry, Mr. Liam. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
Mr. Liam nodded, his expression softening. I trust you'll handle this situation with the utmost discretion. Now, let's get back to class."
As I walked out of his office, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. I knew that Professor Russo was up to something, and I was determined to find out what it was. But I also knew that I had to be careful, that I had to tread lightly if I wanted to uncover the truth.
So, I found myself in Professor Russo's office after school, the door closed, the blinds drawn. He was sitting at his desk, his eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Kyndal," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I believe we have some... unfinished business to attend to." "You mean... the apology, Professor?"
He chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Yes, the apology. But I think we can make it...
more... He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine, a wicked glint in his gaze. "I think you owe me more than just an apology, Kyndal. I think you owe me a demonstration of your... gratitude."
I felt a flush of heat spread across my cheeks, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what he was asking. "Professor, I... I don't know if that's a good idea," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He stood up, his body towering over me, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's not a suggestion, Kyndal. It's a command.
And you know what happens when you disobey my commands, don't you, Kyndal?" His voice was low, dangerous, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I knew what he was capable of, and I knew that I couldn't refuse him. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I nodded. I know what happens." He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. Now, strip for me. Slowly." I hesitated for a moment, my hands trembling as I reached for the hem of my shirt.
I pulled it slowly over my head, revealing my lacy bra underneath. Professor Russo's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my heaving chest, my nipples already hard and visible through the thin fabric.
"Fuck, Kyndal," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're a sight to behold. Now, the bra. Take it off."
I reached behind my back, unhooking the clasp with shaky fingers. The bra fell away, my breasts spilling out, heavy and aching. Professor Russo's eyes were glued to them, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"Fuck, Kyndal, you have no idea how much I want to suck those perfect little nipples of yours." He reached out, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"Oh, fuck, Professor," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he continued to suck and lick, his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts. He pulled back, a wicked grin on his face.
"Now, the skirt.
I hesitated for a moment, my hands trembling as I reached for the zipper. I pulled it down slowly, the fabric sliding off my hips, pooling at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but my lace thong, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt his gaze roam over my body. "You're a fucking goddess. Now, the thong.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pulling it down slowly, revealing my bare pussy. "And I want you to ride me facing the other way while I sit in my chair"
he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to watch your perfect ass bounce while you fuck me." I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my body already aching with desire. I stepped out of my thong, standing before him in nothing but my heels. "Now, get on your knees," he ordered, his voice firm. I sank to my knees, my hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt. I pulled it off, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, as I pulled his cock out, hard and throbbing. "Get a condom" he said and I reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a condom. I tore it open with my teeth and rolled it onto his cock. He groaned, his hands reaching out to grab my hips, pulling me towards him. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I pushed back, taking him inside me inch by inch. He was big, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned, my hands reaching back to grip his thighs as I started to move, my hips grinding against his as I rode him, my ass bouncing with each thrust. "AHHH I FUCKI-" I started "ah ah ah kyndal no cursing"
he said and I stopped and said "sorry professor" and he laughed and said "you're so fucking cute when you're embarrassed" and I smiled and said "thank you professor" and he said "now fuck me harder" and I did and I felt his cock hitting my g-spot and I moaned and he said "that's it baby" and I rode him harder and faster and he grabbed my hips and started to pound into me and I screamed "FUCK ME PROFESSOR FUCK ME HARDER" and he did and I felt my orgasm building and I said "I'm gonna cum professor" and he said "cum for me baby cum all over my cock" and I did and the girl who liked him "Betty" walked in and got jealous and tried to kiss professor but he pushed her away and said "get out of here" and she did and I looked at professor and said "I'm sorry about that" and he smiled and said "don't worry about it" and I said "can I cum again" and he said "of course baby" and I did and he pulled out and came on my tits and said "I love it when you cum on my cock" and I smiled and said "I love it when you cum on my tits" and he laughed and said "you're so fucking hot" and I said "thank you professor" and he said "now let's get dressed" and I did and we left the office and went to the parking lot and he said "i'll see you tomorrow" and gave me his number and I went home and texted him "I can't wait to see you tomorrow" and he texted back "neither can I baby" and I texted "Oh so i'm your what now?" "My baby" and I sent him a picture of me laying on the bed in red lingerie and he texted "Fuck Kyndal you're so fucking hot" and I said "thank you professor" and he said "I want to fuck you so bad right now" and I said "I want you to fuck me too" and he said "I'm coming over" and I said "okay" and he came over and we fucked all night long and in the morning I woke up and he was gone and I texted him "where did you go?" and he said "I had to go but I'll see you tomorrow" and I said "okay" and I went to class and he wasn't there and I texted him "where are you?" and he said "I can't make it today" and I said "why not?" and he said "I have some business to attend to" and I said "okay" and I went to my next class and it was boring and I couldn't stop thinking about professor and his cock and how it felt inside me and I went to the bathroom and locked the door and pulled down my pants and panties and started to finger myself thinking about him and I heard someone trying to open the door and I said "occupied" and they said "Kyndal is that you?" and I said "yes" and they said "it's professor" and I said "what are you doing here?" and he said "I came to see you" and I said "but you said you had business to attend to" and he said "I did but I couldn't stop thinking about you and your pussy and how it felt around my cock" and I said "I can't believe you're here" and he said "I'm here now and I'm going to fuck you right now" and I said "okay" and he pushed the door open and came in and locked it behind him and I turned around and leaned against the sink and he pushed my legs apart and started to lick my pussy and I moaned and he said "you taste so fucking good baby" and I said "fuck professor" and he said "that's right baby say it again" and I said "fuck professor" and he said "that's it baby" and he stuck his fingers inside me and I came and he said "that's it baby cum all over my face" and I did and he licked my juices off his fingers and said "you're so fucking hot" and I said "thank you professor" and he said "now get on your knees" and I did and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and said "suck it baby" and I did and he groaned and said "that's it baby suck it like a good little slut" and I did
The next day I took a pregnancy test and it was positive I got scared to tell him but I did and he said "I'll take care of it" and I said "what do you mean?" and he said "I'll take care of it" and I said "what does that mean?" and he said "it means I'll take care of it" and I said "are you going to get rid of it?" and he said "no I'm going to keep it" and I said "what?" and he said "I'm going to keep it and I'm going to take care of you and the baby" and I said "but what about your business?" and he said "I'll figure something out" and I said "okay" and he said "I love you" and I said "I love you too