Page 71 of Deviant Obsession

It turns out my panicked confession would have been wasted. The sudden sound of ripping fabric makes me gasp. He tears straight through my black pantyhose, exposing my underwear without baring the rest of my marred flesh. His fingers teasingly trace the edge of the damp cotton that’s all that stands between him and where I need him most. I let slip another wanton moan before pressing my lips firmly together.

Anybody could pass by and hear me. I’m not ready for this to be over just yet.

“So wet for me, Rhea.” The professor’s palm presses firmly against the back of my neck, holding me down while he strokes over my clit with agonizing slowness. I fear I may bite my own lips off as I fight to not let a sound slip past them, this debauched fantasy testing the very limits of my self-control.

I feel him pull my panties aside rather than tear them too, his blunt head sliding through my dripping pussy only seconds later. It seems he’s too impatient to continue teasing me with his fingers, but I can’t find it in me to care. If anything, it makes me feel more wanted, more used.

When he pushes inside, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way that edges towards pain. The desk rocks beneath us as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me further across the surface.

"Oh god. Yes,please," I whimper as quietly as I can manage, my eyes rolling back in my skull.

"Please what?" His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise.

"Harder," I gasp, shocking myself with my own desperation. "Please fuck me harder, Professor."

He seems only too happy to grant my wish. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, mixed with our heavy breathing and my barely stifled moans. I stop caring about being caught, transfixed entirely by the feel of him. If someone hears us, I won’t regret one second of being pounded by this intoxicating man.

"That’s my girl," he praises, making me clench around him. "Taking my cock so well. Is this what you've been dreaming about? Getting fucked over my desk like the naughty student you are?"

I can only nod frantically, words beyond me now. Every thrust hits exactly right, the edge of the desk digging into my thighs, promising marks I'll feel tomorrow.

The coil in my belly winds impossibly tighter and tighter as he maintains his relentless pace. "Sir," I choke out. "I'm so close...please may I come?”

"Not yet," he pants, somehow fucking me even harder. "I want to hear you beg for it."

I squeeze my eyes shut as I fight to hold back my orgasm, instinct taking over to avoid some nameless punishment. "Please, Professor... please let me come on your cock. I need it so bad, please..."

His fingers slide up from my neck and fist in my hair again, pressing my head firmly against the wood. He doesn’t answer right away, and the seconds start to feel like hours as I teeter on the edge of oblivion. It takes every ounce of determination I possess to hold back, while he strokes over my g-spot again and again.

"Such perfect discipline,” he breathes. “I can feel you clenching around me. You can’t hold out much longer can you, pretty girl? Come for me now, Rhea. Show me how good I make you feel."

Permission granted, I shatter completely, my vision going white as I bite my lips against a scream. He fucks me through it, prolonging my pleasure until I'm half a second from collapsing on useless legs. Only when the pulsing finally subsides does he slow his pace, though he remains buried deep inside me.

"Good girl. I didn’t think you’d hold out that long," Professor Shaw sighs, languidly sliding in and out at his own leisure while he strokes my damp hair back from my face. "On your knees," he commands for the second time today, pulling out of me suddenly. "I want to see you swallow every drop."

My legs shake violently as I sink back down to the floor, turning to face him eagerly. His hand tangles in my hair again like he can’t help but grasp it, guiding himself back between my swollen lips. I hollow my cheeks and suck, swirling my tongue around his head, desperate to please him one final time. His grip tightens on my scalp as his breathing grows ragged. I can barely contain my glee; I know he's close.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at me while I come in that pretty mouth."

I snap my eyes up as he pushes deep, silently scolding myself for not doing it without being asked. Within seconds, hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and I swallow frantically, determined not to waste a drop. His quiet groan of satisfaction is a reward I would crawl for a hundred times over.

When he releases my head, he swipes his thumb tenderly across my lips again, cleaning away any trace of our forbidden encounter. The gentle gesture has my entire body turning liquid.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me to my feet and into a surprisingly tender kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting himself there. "You were amazing."

"Thank you, sir," I whisper, suddenly uncertain now that the heat of the moment has passed. What happens now? How do we go back to being student and teacher after this?

As if reading my thoughts, he cups my face in his hands. "This doesn't have to change anything between us if you don't want it to. We can pretend it never happened."

"And if I don't want to pretend?" The voice that speaks hardly sounds like my own. Heaven knows when I learned to be so bold.

A slow smile spreads across his face as he starts carefully righting my clothing, reaching between my legs to pull my panties into place before smoothing my skirt back down. "Then I'd be more than happy to take you…exploring. Show you pleasures you've never dreamed of."

If only he knew just how thoroughly I've been explored already. The thought of the twins sends a spike of guilt through my stomach, but I push it down for now. We haven’t talked once about exclusivity...

"I'll think about it," I promise coyly, though we both know I'm already lost to this new temptation.

"Take all the time you need. But know that my door is always open to you."

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