I’m bent over his mahogany desk, my skirt hiked up and my lace panties already shredded on the floor. Coed XXX fantasies are nothing compared to the reality of my professor’s heavy hand slamming against my ass while I beg for that passing grade. I don’t want to talk about my GPA; I want to feel his thick, academic authority stretching me out until I can’t breathe.
He told me he’s sick of his wife’s vanilla attitude and he needs a young, Black goddess to drain him dry after every lecture. I’m not his student anymore… I’m his secret, high stamina mistress, and I’m addicted to the way he uses my body to relieve his stress. “Please, Professor, I’ll do anything,” I moan while begging on my knees for him, then my voice cracking as he grips my hair and yanks my head back.
He doesn’t offer a pen; he offers his hard, throbbing cock, and I take it deep, gagging on the power he holds over my future. I want to be ruined on this desk, scattering his grading rubrics and textbooks everywhere while he drills me like the bratty little slut I am. There’s no amusement in the way he grunts, calling me his favorite “extra credit” project while he pounds into my wet, tight cunt.
I’m soaking the wood of his desk, my pussy screaming for the friction of a man who knows exactly how to break a girl’s spirit. He’s fucking me like he wants to leave a permanent mark, whispering about how he’s going to keep me as his personal office hour toy all semester long. I want to hear the wet slap of his balls against my “nigger” pussy while I scream into the chalkboard, my toes curling as I take every inch of him.
I’m his black beauty, his private obsession, and the only way I’m getting an ‘A’ is by taking this dick until I can’t walk straight. He’s not being gentle; he’s treating me like a paid for hole, and I love the filth of being his little academic secret. I’m begging him to finish inside me, to coat my insides with his sticky white cum so I can feel the weight of my passing grade dripping down my legs.
I want to be used, emptied, and left shaking while he adjusts his tie and goes back to his “happily married” life. I’m the one who gets the pleasure, the grade, and the addiction of his raw, unfiltered dominance. If you want to hear the wet, messy details of how I earned my 4.0, call me right now and let me tell you exactly how my professor makes me scream.
Class is in session baby! Pay attention while you watch and learn what I do. Sit right there at that desk while you watch me in my little school girl outfit, heels and glasses. I like the way you look at my ass in my tiny plaid skirt. Oppps, I dropped my marker, let me bend over and pick it back up. While I bend over and grab my marker, you get up from your seat, you get behind me and start rubbing on my ass. You slide your hands in between my thong and start fingering my pussy. I love how naughty you make me feel in this little outfit. Let me hold still while you finger my little pussy and make this wet pussy cream. Stick your big cock in me baby. Shove your huge dick in me. Tease me, turn me around and start rubbing my nipples. Suck on my neck baby, lift my legs on the desk, start pounding me with your big dick.
