To the professor's office

The moment you reach the professor's office you practically tear each other's clothes off. In fact, some of the buttons on her blouse come flying off across the room, an issue for her to solve before heading home for the evening. Once you have the busty professor stripped down to nothing but her bra, you grab her by the hair and bring her down to her knees on the floor. She sticks her hands behind her back and sticks her tongue out submissively, pressing her chest out to show you her amazing chest.

"You ready for your reward?" You ask.

"Please, I'm dying for it." She says desperately.

"It was all I could think about whilst the dean was fucking me. For all five minutes at least." She says with a giggle.

"You like this cock don't you." You say, slapping it against her cheek and letting her feel the weight of it.

She lets out a soft moan as you do so, sticking out her tongue hungrily.

"You have no idea." She replies.

"Good, I wanna hear you beg for it." You cruelly respond.

"You just love degrading me don't you. Some of the girls in my class would have a real problem with you you know." She says.

"Oh yeah, and how do you think they'd react to their feminist history professor down on her knees begging for a man's cock." You respond.

"Touche. Well, lucky for you I like being degraded." She says with a sultry smile.

"Good, then beg for it." You answer.

"You're really gonna make me beg after what I did for you. Fine. Would you please just fuck my throat and then pound my holes. I don't care if it's my pussy or my ass, just please, for the love of god, fuck me!" She begs.

"That's better." You say, tilting her head back and sliding your cock into her mouth.