You give into his demands.

Nodding at his question, you can feel his smirk at the back of your neck. His hands returned to grasp onto your hips, moving them so that you’re grinding against the large bulge in his pants. You grip onto the desk to support your upper body, and even through the layers of clothing, sparks of pleasure begin to shoot through you at the motion.

You begin to rock more aggressively on his lap as all thought leaves your mind except of that burning between your legs, letting out soft moans every time the friction is just right.

“Hmm… You really are a slut, aren’t you. We haven’t even taken off any clothing yet, and you’re already gagging for my dick.”

Unclipping your bra, he reaches up to pinch at one of your nipples, and you let out a loud shout at the sensation, the pain and pleasure echoing around your body. Now loose, your breasts bounce to the motion of your hips, a sensation that arouses you further.

“Try not to be too loud; you’ll never know who’s walking by.” He grins, knowing that the warning was of no use. You were already making a lot of noise, and you haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.

You whine as the professor pushes you away, hips still moving as you attempt to push back to resume the contact. He laughs at your state, spinning you around to face him and quickly unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down. Without thinking, you kick the jeans off and lift your shirt above your breasts.

You were completely overwhelmed by the pleasure felt by your new body. As you gasp for air, all you could think about was the glorious heat between your legs and how much you wanted someone to touch you and fill you up and pump you full.

He takes off both your t-shirt and bra, exposing your ample chest for him to see.

“Please, please sir–” You beg through the haze of lust. “I need... I need it!”

Your hands reach towards his belt, fumbling with the buckle in an effort to reveal what you were searching for. Batting your hands away, your professor pushes you back until you are laying on the sturdy wooden table, your legs bent at the knees. He rubs your clit through your panties, relishing in your moans as your tremble.

“Look at how wet you are. These are completely ruined.” He pinches your panties and rips down off you in a swift motion.

Your insides clench at the action, squeezing out a thick glob of your juices. You hadn’t realised that you were so wet, but now that he had mentioned it, you were hyper-aware of how much was leaking out of you, and how drenched your underwear had gotten.

He coats his fingers with your juices, and begins to rubbing around the opening to your pussy. Anticipation builds up inside you, and your heavy breathing cause your breasts to bounce on your chest. Finally, he breaches you with two fingers, scissoring to open you up further.

“Ahh… More! I need more– nnh!” You whimper as your hips move in an effort to push his fingers deeper. After the aggressive grinding from earlier, you desperately craved something more than the careful fingering he was doing, and your body ached so much to be filled properly. You wrap your legs around him to pull him closer, with your only goal to be fucked by your professor.