Professor's willing pet #2

His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that matched every filthy word I'd scribbled. Professor Sanchez, no... Rafael, kissed like he taught... commanding, thorough, leaving no room for doubt. His tongue swept in, tangling with mine, tasting of dark coffee and restrained power.

I moaned into him, soft and needy, my body arching against the solid wall of his chest. One of his large hands gripped the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted while the other palmed my ass, squeezing the flesh through my jeans like he owned it.

"Fuck, Tiffany," he growled against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. His breath was hot, ragged. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to shut that pretty mouth up like this."

He nipped my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. I whimpered, fingers clutching his shirt tighter, feeling the hard muscle underneath.

The click of his office door locking snapped me back to reality for half a second... the risk, the career-ending taboo of it all, before he spun me around and backed me against his desk. Papers scattered all over. His body pressed into mine, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against my stomach.

"You've been teasing me for so long, with those tight little outfits and those seductive eyes. Writing about me wrecking you? Now you're gonna feel it."

"Yes," I breathed, voice shaky with need.

"Please, Professor... I want everything I wrote. Make it real."

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending fresh slickness between my thighs.

"Rafael in here. Professor when we're not alone. And right now, you're my eager campus slut."

His hands moved fast, yanking my sweater up and over my head. My bra followed, unclasped with practiced ease, freeing my full breasts. He groaned at the sight, cupping them roughly, thumbs circling my hard nipples before pinching just hard enough to make me gasp.

"These tits... perfect for my hands. For my mouth."

He leaned down, sucking one nipple deep, tongue flicking while his teeth grazed. I cried out, arching, my hands tangling in his thick black hair. The sharp pull sent jolts straight to my clit. He switched sides, lavishing the other with the same attention, sucking hard like he was starving for me.

"Profess... Rafael, fuck..." Moans spilled from me uncontrollably.

He pulled back, eyes blazing. In one fluid motion, he loosened his tie and slid it off. "Turn around. Hands behind your back."

I obeyed instantly, trembling with anticipation. He wrapped the silk tie around my wrists, binding them snugly but not painfully. The restraint made me feel deliciously helpless. Then he tugged my jeans down my hips along with my thong, but not all the way, just enough to expose me.

With a sharp rip, he tore the thin fabric of my panties completely off, stuffing the ruined scrap into his pocket.

"Look at this soaked pussy," he murmured, voice thick with lust. His fingers traced my slit from behind, spreading the wetness.

I was dripping, embarrassingly so.

He rubbed slow circles over my swollen clit, then pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loud, pushing back onto his hand. He curled them, hitting that perfect spot while his thumb worked my clit.

"So fucking tight and wet for your professor. You've been dreaming about this cock splitting you open, haven't you?"

He pumped faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet office. Then he withdrew his fingers, brought them to his nose right beside my ear, and inhaled deeply.

"Mmm. Your arousal smells so fucking good. Sweet and desperate. I bet you taste even better."

He dropped to his knees behind me, hands gripping my hips. With my wrists bound, I could only brace against the desk as he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my creamy folds, long and slow at first, savoring. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth, humming in approval. I cried out, legs shaking.

"Oh God... yes, right there... fuck, your tongue feels so good."

My voice cracked into a moan as he devoured me, licking and sucking like a man possessed. He alternated between fucking me with his tongue and flicking my clit relentlessly. One hand reached around to pinch my nipple again, the other spanking my ass sharply. The sting blended with the pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge.

"You're my dirty little secret now," he growled between licks, voice muffled against my pussy.

"I'm gonna make this cunt cum all over my face, then bend you over and fuck you silly. That what you want, my needy whore? To get railed by your professor on his desk like the filthy slut you are?"

"Yes... Fuck, I need it. I'm your whore, your pet, whatever you want me to be."

The words poured out, nasty and real, exactly like I'd fantasized. He doubled down, sucking harder, two fingers plunging back inside me. My orgasm hit like a freight train.

I came hard, moaning his name, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure ripped through me. He didn't stop licking me through it until I was oversensitive and whimpering.

Then he stood up, spinning me to face him. His mouth glistened with my juices. He kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

"Good girl. Now let's see how well you take this cock."

Rafael freed his erection, and holy fuck... it was way better than my fantasies.

Thick... long, veined, the head angry and leaking. He stroked it slowly, smirking at my wide-eyed stare.

"Get on your knees. Show me how that smart mouth sucks your professors dick."

I sank down eagerly, wrists still bound behind me. He guided the head past my lips, and I took him deep, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling. He groaned, hand fisting my hair.

"That's it... deeper, baby. Choke on it, just like you wrote in your fantasy novel. Fuck, your throat feels incredible."

I bobbed, taking more with each pass, gagging when he hit the back of my throat but pushing through. Saliva dripped down my chin. He fucked my face with controlled thrusts, praising me in that rough voice.

"Such a talented little head master. My perfect office slut."

He pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, and lifted me onto the desk. He unbound my wrists only to retie them in front with the same tie, then used it to blindfold me.

Darkness heightened everything. I felt him spread my legs wide, hiking my remaining clothes up around my waist. The cool air hit my soaked pussy right before his cock nudged my entrance.

"Tell me you want your professor to ruin you. To pound this sweet pussy, until your legs go numb?" he demanded, rubbing the thick head up and down my slit.

"I want you to ruin me, Rafael. Fuck me like your last and only meal. Make me your cum-dump."

He thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, stretching me full. We both moaned loudly. He was big... really big... filling every inch, hitting spots I didn't know existed.

He didn't give me time to adjust, pounding into me with raw dominance, hips slapping against mine. The desk creaked. My hands rested against his chest, feeling his heart race.

"Take it, you nasty slut. This pussy has a new master now." He gripped my throat lightly, the pressure perfect, while his other hand spanked my ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

I was lost in sensation... his cock dragging against my walls, the blindfold making every touch electric, his dirty words pushing me higher.

He switched positions, flipping me over the desk, ass up. He re-entered from behind, even deeper, one hand reaching around to rub my clit.

"I'm gonna fill this greedy hole. But not yet. I want you begging. Aching for more."

I was begging already... moaning incoherently, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Sweat slicked our skin. He pulled my hair, arching my back, biting my shoulder. The pleasure built again, intense and overwhelming.

Right as I teetered on the edge of another orgasm, he slowed, buried to the hilt, grinding deep. His lips brushed my ear.

"You think this is over, Tiffany? We're just getting started. Tell me exactly what other filthy things you wrote about us doing at my cabin this weekend... and maybe I'll let you cum again."

His cock twitched inside me, waiting, the blindfold still on, my body trembling on the brink.