Chloe stays behind

Chloe's heart hammered like a fucking drum as the last students filed out of the Intro to Psych lecture hall. The massive state university campus buzzed outside, but in here, it was just her and Professor Harlan—mid-50s, salt-and-pepper hair, built like he still hit the gym, eyes glued to her massive 34DDD tits since the moment she walked in. The curse pulsed through her, making her pussy throb with unwanted heat, nipples stiffening into hard peaks under her low-cut top. Fuck, Aphrodite, this is your doing, she thought, but her body betrayed her, slick arousal dripping down her thighs.

"Miss Sterling," Harlan said, voice gravelly, locking the door with a click that echoed like a promise. He adjusted his slacks, the outline of his hardening cock obvious. "You seem... distracted today. Need some one-on-one guidance?"

Chloe swallowed, Mark's old bravado clashing with this new slutty urge. "Yeah, Professor. I guess I do." She leaned against his desk, her juicy ass perched on the edge, tits jiggling with the motion. His eyes devoured her 5'2" frame, that 34DDD-26-36 hourglass screaming for dick.

He stepped closer, breath hot on her neck. "You're a tease, aren't you? Parading those fat tits in my class, making my cock ache." His hand shot out, grabbing a handful of her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. The flesh overflowed his fingers, nipple rolling under his palm. "No bra? You little whore."

"Fuck," Chloe moaned, arching into his touch despite herself. Her cunt clenched, begging for attention. Harlan's other hand yanked her top down, exposing those natural DDDs, pink nipples begging to be sucked. He latched on like a starving man, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, tongue swirling as he mauled the other tit with his hand.

"Oh God, Professor, that feels so good," she whimpered, hands tangling in his hair. But inside, Mark raged: This is bullshit, but damn, this body... it's on fire. Harlan's free hand shoved between her legs, rubbing her clit through her jeans, the denim soaked with her juices.

"Oh God, Professor, that feels so good," she whimpered, hands tangling in his hair. But inside, Mark raged: This is bullshit, but damn, this body... it's on fire. Harlan's free hand shoved between her legs, rubbing her clit through her jeans, the denim soaked with her juices.

"Wet already, slut? Bet that tight pussy's dripping for my cock." He unzipped her pants, fingers diving in, finding her shaved cunt slick and ready. Two digits plunged inside, stretching her virgin hole—wait, was she a virgin in this body? The curse didn't specify, but it felt like it, walls gripping him like a vice. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna ruin this little cunt."

Chloe bucked against his hand, pussy squelching as he finger-fucked her hard, thumb circling her clit. "Yes, harder! Finger my whore pussy!" The words tumbled out, the curse amplifying her lust. Harlan dropped to his knees, yanking her jeans and panties down, exposing that trimmed landing strip and puffy lips. He buried his face in her snatch, tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit like a pro.

Ahh, shit! Eat my cunt, Professor!" Chloe screamed, grinding on his face, juices smearing his chin. Her tits bounced as she rode his mouth, orgasm building fast. He shoved three fingers in now, curling to hit her G-spot, tongue flicking relentlessly. "I'm gonna cum! Fuck, yes!"

She exploded, pussy gushing over his hand, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But Harlan wasn't done. He stood, unzipping his pants, pulling out a thick 8-inch cock, veiny and throbbing, precum dripping from the slit. "On your knees, bitch. Suck my dick like the cumslut you are."

Chloe dropped without thinking, mouth watering at the sight. She wrapped her lips around the head, tasting salty precum, tongue swirling as she bobbed down, taking half his length. Harlan groaned, hands fisting her black hair, fucking her face. "That's it, **** on my cock. Deepthroat it, whore."

She gagged, eyes watering, but pushed deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed him whole. Saliva dripped down her chin, tits heaving with each thrust. He face-fucked her brutally, balls slapping her chin, until he pulled out, strings of spit connecting them. "Bend over the desk. Time to pound that pussy."

Chloe obeyed, ass up, pussy exposed and aching. Harlan slammed in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching her to the limit. "Fuck, so tight! Your cunt's milking my dick." He pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

"Yes, fuck me! Harder, you bastard!" Chloe cried, pushing back, tits smooshing against the desk. Each thrust hit her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her. He reached around, pinching her clit, making her scream. "I'm your fucktoy, Professor! Use my slut hole!"

Harlan growled, flipping her over, legs over his shoulders, drilling deeper. Her tits bounced wildly, and he leaned down to bite a nipple, tugging hard. "Gonna fill you with my cum, breed that whore pussy." He thrust faster, cock swelling, and exploded inside her, hot ropes of jizz flooding her cunt. The sensation pushed Chloe over again, pussy spasming around him, milking every drop.

They collapsed, panting, cum leaking from her well-fucked hole. Harlan smirked, tucking himself away. "See me after every class, Miss Sterling. For extra credit."

Chloe dressed, legs shaky, mind reeling. This curse is turning me into a cock-hungry bitch. Gotta fix this. She grabbed her bag and bolted, ignoring the stares from passing guys, their eyes hungry.

Later that afternoon, back home, Chloe locked herself in her room, laptop open. Mom and Terell were out, thank fuck. She typed frantically: "Greek mythology Aphrodite curses and how to lift them." Pages loaded—myths about the goddess punishing scorners with insane lust, like making women stink so bad no one would fuck them, or cursing bitches to crave their own dads or stepsons. One story: Women of Lemnos pissed off Aphrodite by not worshiping her, got cursed with BO from hell. They repented, made sacrifices, and when some heroes showed up, she lifted it.

Another: Aphrodite cursed Eos with endless horniness for sleeping with Ares. No clear lift, but maybe appeasement? Chloe scrolled more: Curses often involved unwanted desire, lifted through learning humility, offerings at temples, or proving devotion to love.

"Fuck," Chloe muttered, hand slipping between her legs again, rubbing her still-sore pussy. The research turned her on—imagining those ancient sluts begging for mercy. She fingered herself slowly, clit swollen, thinking of ways to beg Aphrodite. "Maybe I need to worship her, make an offering. Or learn to be 'owned' like she said."

But the curse tugged, making her crave more dick. She came quick, biting her lip, then slammed the laptop shut. Gotta try something. A ritual? Find a statue?