Yes

It doesn’t take long for you to notice his nostrils flaring in distaste at the smell coming off of you.

“Jesus boy do you not know how to wash yourself.” You are unable to fully appreciate the irony of that statement before Professor Markson gets up and has made his way around the desk to stare you down.

You shrink into yourself as you feel his gaze tear you down. His ripped frame towering above you making you feel like an embarrassmed schoolboy.

“Is that cum? You little slut, is that why you where late. To busy getting fucked aye?” He asks crossing his massive arms infront of his chest his biceps bulging.

“No sir please can I just go?” You beg in embarrassment the last few encounters with aggressive males telling you where this was going.

“No boy you can’t now tell me why do you smell like a whore three men deep?” He asks ignoring your discomfort.

“My RA sir he came in my sock.” You stutter wishing you could melt into the ground.

“Well fuck boy throw those in the trash that smell is everywhere. The shoes to while you are at it.”

You quickly comply not wanting to anger him further. Shucking off your shoes and socks you turn to throw them in the bin behind you when you hear a short whistle of appreciation From the other male.

“Damn I can see why your such a whore, that butt is tight looking.”

SMACK

You are speechless at this professors audacity. Spanking your arse like this is the 50’s and you are his secretary.

“Please Mr Markson-” you try and reason.

“You will call me Professor whore.” He says grabbing you by your shirt and practically throwing you onto his desk knocking the wind out of you. The large bulge in his pants leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

Barely able to catch your breath you release a fearful gasp as he unbuckles his belt and slips his dick out of his pants through the fly.

It’s the biggest cock you have ever seen in your life even bigger than the guy from the showers this morning. It had the thickness of a beer can coupled with the length of a ruler, it had to be atleast 12 inches.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in respect I’m afraid whore.” He says looming over you. Before you can react his large hands have grabbed your shorts right over your hole and with a deft flick he rips a hole in them large enough for him to get his hand in.

You are completely unprepared for his index finger that we plunged dry as a bone into your hole and you are unable to stop the groan of pain escaping your body.

Unhappy with the sounds you are making with his other hand he grabs one of your cum sodden socks from the trash and shoves it into your moth gagging you.

“Quiet whore you’d think you hadn’t been fucked before the noises your making.”