she begs for the cock

"No, no! Please. Please, sir, I'm sorry," I beg as I feel a heated blush on my face.

He laughs softly and returns his hand to my pussy, deliciously sinking two fingers inside. He swirls his fingers around inside me, finger fucking me gently. I can't control the mewls and whimpers that escape my mouth as I clench around him.

Withdrawing his fingers, he swirls my arousal around my clit as I feel him position his cock at my entrance. I spread my legs wider in anticipation, grinding on his fingers needily. He wraps his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, nipping just below my ear as he thrusts his hard length inside me. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to this feeling of fullness. I savor the feeling of my slick walls clamping down on him in ecstasy as the stinging pain of him pulling my hair causes me to feel more controlled, more aroused.

He pulls out, and slowly slides back in. Oh, my God. My eyes roll back involuntarily as he removes his lips from my neck, straightening behind me, one hand still firmly in my hair, one still circling my clit.

Rhythmically, Professor starts slamming into me. Over and over, gradually getting faster, the angle causing him to slam into my G-spot every time.

Sharply, he pulls extra hard on my hair, continuing his punishing pace on my pussy. All the sensations are too much. I can't take it anymore...

"I'm going to come, Professor," I cry, feeling my pussy squeeze down on him.

My admission sends him into his own climax. "Fuck, " he groans as he releases inside me. My vision is clouded by stars as I crash over the edge, ecstasy spreading through my entire body, moaning incoherently.

We pant together, both completely spent. Moments pass, but it is him who breaks our union first. He pulls out of me with an exhale, and puts himself away. When I finally turn to look at him for the first time in what feels like ages, a sheen of sweat sits on his forehead, his tie is crooked, and he still looks sexy as hell. Despite how good I feel, I become uncomfortable, the horniness no longer clouding my judgment of how wrong this was on both of our accounts.

"I - I should go. Have... a good evening, Professor."

I haven't even caught my breath, but my panties are up and I am shutting the door before I even think to catch his response. I clean up quickly in the restroom, and as I open my car door, I remember why he called on me to meet him in the first place.

Shit. Am I even getting the scholarship? I had absolutely no idea what the scholarship was even called, or if it was real.

Well... I suppose I can always return to his office tomorrow to ask about it.