Page 26 of Rolling with my Professors

I step inside, letting the door close behind me. Their eyes light up, but their lack of movement hints at something more serious than I was ready for.

“So,” I say, a playful lilt in my tone, “I hear I got quite the recommendation. How can I thank you for that?”

Rutherford’s eyes darken with desire, but Sterling clears his throat, crushing my vibe. “We need to talk about something important.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong exactly,” Rutherford assures me. “We’re just exploring the legality of the student-teacher relationship policy.”

Sterling nods. “We want to make sure you won’t get in trouble if our relationship comes out. We don’t want anyone to be able to touch your scholarship.”

My heart skips a beat. “My scholarship?”

Rutherford nods. “You got it. The lawyer—”

I squeal, interrupting him, and they congratulate me, but something’s still off. They haven’t moved from their positions—Rutherford against the window, Sterling leaning against his desk.

“The lawyer said he can’t guarantee anything. And now that you got the scholarship, there will be more scrutiny. If we’re caught, you’ll probably have to return the money, which either of us will be happy to cover.”

“I wouldn’t ask that.”

“But we would offer. We’re in this too. Until Hendrix comes up with a plan, we need to be extra careful for your sake.”

Silence fills the pause. He’s right. The risk level is higher now.

The tension in the room shifts, morphing into something electric and possessive. Rutherford moves toward me with a predatory gleam in his eye.

“Now, about those pictures you sent,” he growls. “I think someone needs a spanking for almost getting me in trouble.”

His breath warms my neck as he steps in front of me. “Only naughty girls send pictures like you did, Mila.” The warning sends happy shivers down my spine. Sterling moves beside me. Their hands roam, their mouths explore, and their hard cocks press against me.

Everything I was hoping for on the way here is coming true as they strip this naughty girl naked. I’m turned gently but firmly and bent over Sterling’s desk. The wood cools my skin.

Rutherford’s hand trails down my back, caressing my ass before landing a sharp smack. I yelp, more from surprise than pain.

Sterling cups his hand over my mouth. “You have to keep quiet if you want this, Sweet Fuckbaby.” He loosens his touch.

“I sent more than one.” My voice is barely a whisper.

Another smack, this time from Sterling, sends me further into a haze of desire. “Please,” I moan, “I need you inside me.”

A zipper lowers, the sound dominating the quiet office. Rutherford’s cock presses against my entrance, but goes no farther. “Is this what you want, Little One?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, pushing against him. He grips my hips and thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out, my fingers failing to find traction on the desk. I scramble to brace myself against his rapid pace.

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, Sterling takes his place, his cock sliding into my hot, wet sex. His slower pace keeps me aware of every inch of him as he slides in and out.

They take turns filling me, each switch giving me just enough time to breathe. I manage to hold off my orgasm. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping, our ragged breaths, and my quiet pleas for more. I’m lost in sensation, wanting this to last forever.

Rutherford’s fingers dig into my hips, he pistons harder and more deliberate than before. He manages a slap to my butt, and it pushes me over the edge. My sex clenches around his shaft as I splinter, my attempts to keep quiet aided by Sterling’s hand over my mouth.

I barely recognize Daddy’s guttural groan at first; he’s holding back, trying not to make too much noise. Then warmth fills me, streams down my thighs, and he collapses on top of me.

Moments later Sterling takes his place and I’m shocked at how ready my body is for another orgasm. I meet his pace shamelessly. Rutherford kisses my lips when my moans grow too loud.

The click of the office door opening startles all of us. My heart pounds and my sex tightens around less and less as Sterling pulls his thick shaft out of me. Rutherford thrusts my clothes at me and both professors scramble to pull their pants up.

It’s too late. Josh is standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene. There’s no denying what we were doing.

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