Page 29 of Sinful Professor

“What about his tongue?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Can he make you come with his fingers and his tongue and his mouth?”

“Yes,” she says firmly. “He’s the best lover I’ve ever had.”

I smile at this, and she just lifts her chin in challenge. Oh, my sweet Sadie, you are far too good at this. But I intend on seeing this all the way through.

“Here’s the problem, Miss Smith,” I say as I slip a finger inside of her. “I consider myself to be quite an exceptional lover as well. And I know that I have years of experience on your boyfriend. If I continue to take advantage of your generous offer of anything, you may not want him anymore. And I can’t be in a relationship with a student.”

Her hips roll and shift as I slip a second finger into her wet opening and start to fuck her nice and slow. She bites her lip and grips the edge of my desk to steady herself.

“I love him,” she pants. “And he loves me.”

“Will that be enough when I’m done with you, and you realize he can’t satisfy you anymore?”

“I can’t fail your class, Dr. Rush.”

“Well, if your pussy feels as good as your mouth, I may just give you a passing grade without even looking at your assignment,” I offer.

“Please,” she begs. “I’ll do it.”

“Good,” I chuckle. “But I’m not quite ready for round two. So, I think I need to find a way to entertain myself until I am. What do you think, Miss Smith?”

“Do whatever you want,” she mewls. “I can take it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Twenty

He smiles and starts to finger fuck me good and hard. I don’t know where this fantasy came from, but I fucking love it. And God, do I ever love Brock. Well, at the moment…

“Dr. Rush,” I pant. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Then tell me to stop,” he rasps.

“I…I can’t.”

“Of course, you can’t,” he smirks. “Such a sweet little slut to offer your body for grades.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Work for it, Miss Smith,” he says. “Ride my fingers until you come. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

His dirty words make my pussy flutter and I do what he wants. I ride his fingers and find my release in record time. But I keep moving until I’m on the verge of collapse. When Brock pulls his fingers free, he stands and offers them to me.

“Clean me up, Miss Smith.”

I keep my eyes on his as I lick my desire off his fingers and hand. When I’m finished, his smile darkens.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Now sit on my desk so I can have my own tasting of your pussy.”

I lift up the hem of my dress and settle on the edge of his desk. He smiles as he sits back in his chair.

“Spread those legs for me, Miss Smith,” he demands. “Let me see your sweet little pussy.”

I do what he wants and wait. My body still thrumming from my orgasm. He scoots closer and I lean back, resting my palms behind me. Then he keeps up with the fantasy, and I do my best to make it as dirty as possible.

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