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[carsonbeech]

You knocked frantically on your professor’s door at office hours. It was pouring outside and your clothes had been soaked through. After about a minute, the door opened to the tall man looking at you with a hard expression. He moved to the side letting you into the classroom. You quietly said thank you and walked in. The squeaks of your shoes could be heard for miles.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” He asked. His voice sounded like he’d just woken up. Though his question caused you to be worried.

“What do you mean? Is it not office hours?” You checked your watch for the time, “Yeah, Tuesdays and Thursdays from 3-6 pm.” You confirmed for yourself.

“I sent a message out that they weren’t being held today because of the unexpected storm. Do you check your email?” You’d never heard him so grumpy. Dr. Ford was usually a man with a smile. You wondered what had gotten him in such a mood.

“I usually do, actually. I was just in class and ran straight here after. Hence the clothes,” you tried to lighten the mood. It just earned you a grunt.

“Well now that you’re here, what do you need?” He sat behind his desk and placed his fingers on his temple.

Dr. Ford was beautiful. Olive skin with a light stubble casting his face. Hazel eyes that shine when he finds something interesting. Big muscles that you imagined wrapped around your body.

“You know, you don’t have to do this, I can just come back another day,” You gathered your belongings and headed for the door.

“You’re already here, Y/N. Don’t be stupid.”

The comment made your head spin back to him in an instant. One thing a man will not do, is insult your intelligence, “Okay, I don’t know who you think you are to be talking to me that way but it’s unacceptable. Just because you’re in a funky ass mood at your grown age, doesn’t mean you can just make comments sir.”

He sat back in his chair as a small smirk grazed his nude lips, “You’re in my classroom, Y/N. I will speak to you how I please.”

“Oh sorry, do you pay rent here Dr. Ford? The college didn’t hire you to be an ass,” you bit back, “And quit saying my name like we’re cool. I should’ve listened to your reviews on that website. You have a terrible attitude.”

The comment made him stand to his feet, “Those reviews are written by little brats like you. Who think that every professor is supposed to fall at their feet and help them with every little step along the way. You’ve been out of grade school for a while now, act like it.”

“I know where I am, and I know my expectations. They’re not that every professor will help me, it’s that they have common fucking decency which you obviously do not attain. Now excuse me, Dr. Pearce Ford, I have better places to be than here.” You said and spun on your foot towards the door. But he just had to open his handsomely handsome mouth yet again.

“Do you really though?” His voice was getting closer to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t have anywhere to be. You mapped out the next three hours of your life to be here to get help from me.” He was making his way towards you with both hands in his pockets making his frame look even more lean.

“Well now their mapped out to be spent without an asshole of a man making rude comments about me,” You looked directly up at him as he stood right in front of you. The tension could be cut with a knife.

“What are you gonna do then?”

“What?”

“What. Are. You. Going. To. Do?”

“I’m officially sick of you. Goodbye, Dr. Ford.” For the third time, you turned to leave but you wrist was tightly grabbed by the man in the room, “Let me go.”

“I’ll help you with your coursework, Y/N,” he said with his voice hoarse.

“Too late now,” you said. You weren’t sure if it actually came out. The two of you were standing so close. Chest to chest.

Another smirk lit his lips, this time bigger, “You know, blue is my favorite color.”

Your head tilted sideways, “is it really?”

“Yeah, powder blue. Sometimes with some lace white mixed in.”

You then realized the color of the bra you had on. And your soaked white long sleeve shirt. You shook your head and looked down with a laugh, “Good thing that’s all you’ll be seeing.”

“Is it really?” he repeats back to you. His thumb is suddenly on your chin, tracing your jaw. The professor makes his way up to your bottom lip and pulls it down lightly. You stare up at him with lust in both of your eyes, “Your eyes tell a story, Y/N. A story of seduction. You look at me, say right in the middle of class, a slight smile on your face. To anyone else you look innocent, but i see it. When you undress me with your eyes.”

You could feel your cheeks getting hotter by the second, “Do you imagine me fucking you?” He continues, “Do you imagine my tongue on you, or my fingers inside of you? I’ve seen your eyes while I touch myself, Y/N.”

He puts his finger inside your mouth and you quickly close your mouth and suck on it. You feel your clit beating in your underwear. His other hand slips down to your leggings. Running his hand over your clothed cunt, you whimper, “So sensitive, baby.” He tells you. “How ‘bout you take those off.”

You release his finger from your mouth and slowly take off your leggings, “Matching underwear, of course.” He comments.

“Can I touch you, Dr.?” you ask. You don’t wait for his answer. You palm his hardened cock over his jeans. He grunts and rolls his head back.

Your hand is roughly removed and he turns you around, pressing your back to his chest, “I didn’t say you could, Y/N.”

He roughly pulls down your blue panties and rubs one finger over your shining clit, “O-oh my god,” you whisper. He ignores you and brings his finger back to your folds.

“When did get wet, Y/N? When you walked in? When I called you stupid, Or was it when you were in bed last night planning to come to my office hours hoping I would finally fuck you?”One finger enters you making you gasp loudly. Before you could even say anything, he pulls it out, “You think you get first turn, babe? Again, stupid. Get on your knees.”

You obeyed quickly and sat on your knees in front of him. Dr. Ford pull his belt off and his pants down. When his underwear came off, you held in a whimper of excitement and scared. You grabbed his dick which barely fit your hand. Your mouth latched onto him quickly. Bobbing your head up and down and leaking onto the floor.

“Fuuuck, Y/N.” He groaned out before doing fucking into your throat. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and fucked himself into your mouth. You gagged around him and held onto the back of your thighs. It’s almost like he could read your mind. Getting your mouth fucked is one your many sexual desires, “You like that? You like when I treat you like your a stupid slut?”

You tried to nod but his cock was ripped out your mouth, “Are you touching touching yourself?” he asked angrily, “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You shook your head. You didn’t even realize you were doing it.

He pulled you up by your hair and pushed you back on his desk. You felt a sharp slap to your pussy that made you yell out, “Fuck!”

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Y/N.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” you bit back, which earned you another hard slap to the pussy.

“Don’t get smart.” He slapped your pussy again even harder, “Now I just have to treat you like a bitch.”

He flipped you over and spit on your cunt. When he rammed himself inside of you, you couldn’t contain your moans. “Oh my fucking god Dr. Ford! Fuck!” All you could do was ball your fist.

His dick was so big inside of you. Stretching you out. You were sure you wouldn’t be walking home, “You just love getting treated like a slut huh?” he asked you. You ignored his question and moaned again, he slammed himself inside of you and didn’t move, “When I ask you a question, you answer me!”

“Yes, I like being treated like a slut Dr. Ford!” you cried out, your body shaking.

He wrapped one hand around your throat and another clasped onto your clit, “Whose pussy is this, Y/N?”

He held onto your throat tight, “Yours, sir.” You gasped out:

His hand moved steadily on your clit, “Whose pussy is this, Y/N?”

You could feel yourself about to come, your body shook and eyes rolled back, “Yours, Dr. Ford!”

“Cum for me, you fucking slut,” he growled in your ear.

Your body shook violently as a clear liquid shot from your pussy, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yelled out.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Dr. Ford purred, “Now when I cum inside you, don’t let any leak out or we’re going to have a problem.”

He should’ve known by now, you like problems. He sped up and rammed inside, cumming, “Take it, Y/N.”

Your pussy clenched around him as he came.

When he pulled out, you quickly (and purposefully) pulsed your vagina making some of his cum fall out.

“Do you want to have a problem?”

You smirked up at him and rolled onto your back. You sucked your fingers before slowly inserting them inside yourself, “Maybe I do, sir.”

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